Many Worlds #1 - Inti - Promises Kept

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.) 

INTI

I was dressed for sex. Or rather, undressed.

I was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts, white socks and some worn Timberland work boots. No shirt. 

I was commando except for the three steel cockrings around my junk and my four-inch MEO buttplug; I had rubbed a light coat of Axe "Dark Temptation" oil over my body, giving it a sexual gleam that couldn't be ignored. 

Chuy was going on third watch this evening and I was looking forward to spending the night visiting my regular clients at the firehouse, biker bar and the Black Gold Lounge -- getting myself stuffed in both ends by a variety of well-built and sex-hungry men. 

Before that, however, there was something I needed to do. 

I pulled out the card that was in my wallet and dialed the number that was written on the back. After a few rings, Cameron Cooke picked up.

"Hello?"

"Cam, it's Inti."

"Inti! I haven't seen you in a while - I was worried about you. Are you okay? I'm sorry I haven't been around for you lately. I've missed you."

He was such a considerate guy...and I knew he meant every word he said.

"I'm okay, guapo. I jus' wanted to let you know that mi poseedor took the cage off me. I'm horny as hell right now. You still want me to fuck your ass? 'Cause you were the first guy I thought of."

"Well, I've been going to an uptown gym - getting in better shape. I started going just because I wanted to be stronger to take whatever you want to do to me... but, I've really begun to enjoy the workouts and being in the gym and I've gotten a lot bigger and more muscular too. I'm really amazed at my progress"

"What's the name of this place?"

"Skid Row Power and Iron."

Damn, that was one of Dani's places.

"You get protein shakes there an' shit?"

"I do! They really seem to help with my weightlifting and stamina... I ...uh... paid one of the trainers to fuck me - all the time I was fantasizing it was you - that seemed to be the thing that turned the corner for me ... all of a sudden, I starting packing on REAL muscle and definition after that." He chuckled. "I'm breeding or getting bred every time I go to the gym... and I'm getting bigger every week! I swear to God that I've even grown a few inches as well! Everyone at work is looking at me differently too. I've had to buy a couple of new suits for my new physique! Feels great not to be one of the also-rans at Veridian-Parker any more!"

Well, that's the transanabol and erotropin kicking into high gear... 

"Who's the lucky fucker at Skid Row?"

"His name is Winston. I'm almost as big as him now! He's about two-thirds your size. Nice guy, but not as nice as you."

"Are you free tonight?"

"I'm free now! I just got back from the gym! You want to come over?"

"Sure, lindo. Where you live?" The investment banker rattled off an address that was only several blocks away from my duplex.

"Inti? Do you think I could suck your cock before you fuck me? I want to get filled up on both ends with as much of your Guatemalan cum as I can."

"I don' see why not, Cam."

He paused. "Would you also fist me?"

"What?!"

He backpedaled. "Only if you want to... I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

It was my turn to chuckle. "It's not that, guapo. I jus' don' know if you'll be up to all of that ... exercise... We're gonna have really ruff fuckin' sex 'cause I ain't holdin' back nuthin' tonight..."

He laughed. "I'm a lot stronger than I used to be, Inti. I'll be fine. When will I see you?"

"Gimme about half an hour. You want me to call you when I'm downstairs?"

"Sounds good! See you soon!" 

The investment banker hung up - I had a thoughtful look on my face when Chuy came into the room. As usual, he was wearing only a skimpy thong brief that did nothing to disguise his massive steel-shod cock and balls. His eyes roamed over my oiled body and licked his lips. "You look and smell like a gay wet dream. Who was that?"

"A client. One of the investment bankers. The sweet one. It turns out he's been going to one of Dani's gyms. He paid one of the trainers to fuck him - and now he's packing on muscle like crazy."

"Has he made the connection yet?"

"I don't know, amor. Maybe. I  think so. He's super-smart. I'll try to hint around that when I visit. I'm going over to see him now and after that, I'll be trolling for cock all night. But this raises an interesting possibility..."

At Chuy's quizzical glance, I continued. "I think we have another potential stable stud in the making... and another manager for one of Dani's gyms. He's got the right attitude for running a slave operation."

My husband give me a bright white grin. "You think he would want to get Darkened?"

I smiled back. "Once he knows what he's been ingesting, I think he'll be open to getting injected with the pure versions of the drugs. He seems to be reacting to the watered-down versions extremely well. When he gets as big as us and Berto, we're looking at another bald Latino sex machine!"

Many Worlds #1 - Stable Studs Unmasked!

Some of you readers have been asking about Baz and Lasse - Dani's prime stable studs. I thought you'd like to see them without their masks; one would normally only catch them like this right after a shower or if they are running special errands for the owner of the Greasetank where the use of a realistic mask over their eyeless latex masks is not appropriate...

Both prefer to wear as little as possible as often as possible - just their latex masks and collars, strapping and jockpouches... after all, they ARE Dani's property. They wear their triple-cock rings all the time as a testament to their status and virility...

Many Worlds #1 - Desperate Times...

 ... call for desperate measures.  

After the violent attack on City Councilman Lester Carter, the mayor was forced to take a more active and aggressive stance on policing, and a major reduction in services and attitudes "coddling" wrongdoers - much to the relief of the law enforcement rank and file.

Because of materiel used in Carter's and other recent victims' attacks and the sheer brutality of the crimes, Pentatech Corp (actually a front corporation for The Castle) was engaged to develop armor to protect the police force, engage the perpetrators and neutralize them. 

Of course, the Four-One volunteered to test out the AEGIS suits, which borrowed heavily from the designs of the Mjolnir armor from HALO... Chuy Calderon was selected for the initial testing.

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"I can't believe how light this feels!" Chuy Calderon (formerly Charlie Hawke - before his permanent Darkening) felt the armor laid out on the table.

"Well, the material is built that way, and you get a lot of bang for the buck!" Carter Woodsman grinned. The Pentatech technician picked up portions of the armor as the Latino police officer stripped down to just an electric blue thong and UnderArmour compression tee. The two technicians proceeded to attach the armor onto the promethean police officer, explaining items along the way. 

"The suit has built-in environmental controls which you can control by voice commands or the command pad on your left forearm. The suit also provides a boost of about 500% of your strength and speed and can stop depleted uranium bullets at 20 feet."

"Dayummm... you guys aren't messin' around..."

Sam Koslowski - the other technician - grinned. "Nope. Nothing too good for you guys." He continued with the (substantial) codpiece area and hip armor and moved to attach the backplate. "All with maximum flexibility and maximum protection."

"There's going to be a training period as you get used to the enhancements in the suit and to your reaction times as well. We'll get you up and running at peak efficiency in a few hours."

The techs stopped for a moment; there was only the armor for the upper arms and the helmet remaining. 

"Everything good, Officer Calderon?"

Chuy twisted from side to side, flexed his arms, bent his knees and did a few dance steps. He stared down at his hands in amazement.

"It feels great! It's almos' like I'm not even wearin' it!"

"That's the way it should be!" Sam handed Chuy a Smith&Wesson Model 29 Revolver. The police officer tried putting armored fingers through the grip and made a face. 

"I'm gonna need a different gun, fellas - I don' think my service Glock is gonna be any better..."

"We know - that also part of the training and assimilation. This isn't for shooting. What I want you to do is hold it in one hand and grasp the barrel in the other."

Sam tapped a few buttons on the forearm pad. "Now, twist and bend the barrel."

With a skeptical look, the Latino did as he was told and was amazed at the result. The gun twisted and collapsed in his armored hands like Play-Doh.

"¡Chingame! That's amazin' !!!" He handed the twisted metal back to the technician.

Both techs chuckled. "Just wait until you put on the helmet and all the systems are interlocked!"

Calderon stared down at himself and grinned. 

"C'mon officer - let's get you finished up and you can show off to the rest of the Four-One!" 

Many Worlds #1.2 - The Bravest (vs. The Finest)

I would be remiss if I didn't show the extent that the NYFD wholeheartedly accepted the Darkening process (along with the transanabol and erotropin) - in general, the bomberos were already in better shape than most of the police force, so they had a leg up on the competition!