An Intriguing Artist - SWATDemon

I recently came across this artist on X as well - SWATDemon (@SWATDemonX) - his style and content remind much of DeltaMax (@DeltaMax2081). 

His themes revolve around men (or perhaps, more than men) in tactical SWAT uniforms - camo, body armor, boots, masks, goggles, weapons, etc. - either solo, together, or dominating others. 

He describes his art as "In a tactical world where nothing is completely real - the SWAT Demon is King."

Here's an example of his art:

 

Many Worlds #1 - The Eager Beavers: The Ad Campaign

Dani and Yvgeny wasted no time in getting the boys' some major publicity in print and in media. They are the faces of Skid Row Power and Iron... membership is growing by leaps and bounds!

 

An Intriguing Artist - DeltaMax

I recently came across this artist on X - DeltaMax (@DeltaMax2081). He focuses on human/cyborg scenarios. The theme of his work is "Evolution Through Domination - The Delta Generation - The Future is coming..."

The cyborgs were originally created by man, but evolved over a generation by themselves. Cyborgs are part biological, part machine, and fully biomechanical sentient.

Here's an example of his art:

 

  

 

Many Worlds #1 - Snapshots: On The Job

INTI

I woke up and stretched; the sun way shining into the bedroom and I heard Chuy puttering around in the other room. In a few moments, my husband (and owner) came into the room. Like me, we now were both big, bald, hairless and hypermuscular Latinos - we had been permanently Darkened by Zack and we were (according to our legal or not-so-legal documents) Guatemalan by birth. I sat up and gave him a big grin. He was wearing a tight ruby-red compression tee that looked painted onto his body, a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers.

"Good morning, amor..."

Chuy came over and gave me a deep kiss. "And a very good morning to you, sweetheart! What's on the agenda for today? The gym or Kriatos?"

"Kriatos. Not sure where they'll assign me today. I do know it's not corporate. I'll be working off-site. You?"

He smiled. "We're breaking in some new rookies today. Tito and I have to get them ready for their Initiation and Conversion. It's always so satisfying breaching them for the first time and then seeing them turned into young, black thugs. It's amazing how fast the Transanabol and the Erotropin start working once they get filled with cum."

"Sounds like fun! Are you going to be home late today?"

He shook his head. "Regular time... I was thinking ... could we invite Tito and Berto over? We haven't had a big dinner from Happy Wok in a while... and after that we can spend the night doing un folleteo salvaje entre cuatro... (rough four-way fuck session, ed.)

I like the way you think, amor ... sounds perfect!

I got another deep kiss from Chuy as he left. I got out of bed and got ready for my job.

* * *

After a cool shower, I pulled on my three cockrings again, and grunted as I pushed my four-inch custom steel butt plug into my guts. This was followed by a tan compression tee, black fatigue pants and black jumpboots. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I still couldn't believe what an improvement it was to be a ripped, shredded,  dirt-trade Latino fuckboy slave plated with muscle than a trim Greek executive running a multinational business. My only real responsibilities now were making sure I got my holes filled as much as possible, working out and making more slaves. I gave myself a wink as I headed out of the apartment and headed crosstown to meet up with the security team and get my assignment for the day.

 * * * 

PAUL

As I was slipping the cockrings around my package, Cole Bradley came up behind me and stroked my back. I shivered in pleasure as the former cop whispered in my ear. "I REALLY need a hard fuck right now Paul... wanna go in the showers?" 

I smiled into the handsome, bearded face. "That's an offer I can't refuse!' 

No one is quite sure how it happened, but all of us developed a serious taste for cock. 

Most of the security personnel were well-built guys to start with and many of us were inked; we always had a fun time in the locker room - joking and slapping each other, but at some point that changed - and looking back, it was a change for the better. It was definitely after Mr. Castillon joined us. He used to run the company itself, but we saw that he was really packing on muscle and getting to be even bigger than us. He also started to hang around with us more and more often. And he was never a dick - he was a really nice guy that appreciated the job we did and how we looked. Then - according to the scuttlebutt - he had taken a trip to the Caribbean and got real sick. Whatever medicine they gave him took care of the illness, but turned him real dark and made all his hair fall out. I guess becoming like that was a shock; he didn't really want to be with the big executives any more, so he started working with us all the time - he certainly fit in physically and mentally with our group. We were a little nervous at first, but Inti (he calls himself 'Inti Valderama' now) is a great guy to work with - he's one of us - and truth to tell, I think he's even better looking NOW than he was before he got sick. 

The gay sex started with Ray Mendez and Marcus Vance. Marcus is an ex-SEAL and Ray is an electronics expert (I'm ex-Special Forces, myself). One day, he and Ray had just gotten out of the showers when Marcus pulled the blonde in for a kiss. Ray was surprised, but didn't pull back and definitely didn't complain. They went for some serious tonsil-hockey for a while, (with all of us watching in awe) then Ray got on his knees, pulled off Marcus' towel and started to suck his cock.

That set the rest of us off and we started doing the same to each other. Oral sex became a regular activity for us; a few weeks later Danny Sullivan asked Jack Hutchinson to fuck him. Jack gave him a wide grin and pulled out a tub of lube from his duffel back. "It certainly took you long enough to ask me, Gully!!" He slathered his tool and proceeded to piston-fuck the ex-cop with abandon. We started doing the same with each other, and the time in the locker room before and after our shifts became one big daily orgy. 

 
We also started getting physically bigger and more muscular as well - sure, we worked out a lot, but we never got this big this fast before - some switch must have got thrown with all the cum we were getting down our throats and up our asses. We also started to look better too - actually younger and more handsome. No one complained about that, but we all noticed it and were happily surprised. We decided to grow some nice, tight razor-cut beards and mustaches - some had more luck than others - and combined with our newly enhanced physiques, we were definitely hot as fuck on- or off-duty.

* * * 

Cole came limping out the showers and I followed. At that point, Inti walked into the locker room and started to undress.

"Hey guapos!"

The big hairless Latino was greeted with strokes across his massive frame and kisses from the other guards as he stripped down to a yellow thong that left nothing to the imagination. Everyone could see his massive package and the three steel cockrings that pulled his junk up and out.

I gave him a deep kiss. "I put three c-rings on today too, Inti. First time. Hurts a bit. Looks fantastic, though."

"You get used to it real fast, Paulito... where do you want me today?"

"On your back, on that bench, with your legs over my shoulders."

He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. "I know that, vato... I mean where am I goin' today?"

"Warehouse 101. With me."

That elicited groans from the rest of the guards. Hutch spoke up. "Hey Paul, how come you go out with Inti almost all the time? It's not fair! We want to fuck him too!"

Cole chimed in. "And we never get enough of his steel-shod dick up our asses!"

I laughed. " 'Cause I'm the only one with a big enough cock to make him happy!" I got playful jeers from the rest of the fellas as we got kitted up in our uniforms.

Once we were all dressed, I gave out the assignments.Inti had rolled his uniform shirt up to show his washboard abs; I waggled my finger at him and laughing, he pulled it back down and tucked it into his pants. 

Damn... looking at my team, we all were absolutely fucking studs. "Hutch and Gully (that's what we called Danny Sullivan) - you're doing the Brooklyn docks today. Ray and Marcus, you're handling the secure storage facility at Corporate. Cole - special assignment - you're escorting Miss Chara on inspections. Inti and I are going to Warehouse 101 downtown."

I paused. "And remember what Mr. Galinis said, guys: 'Neat and discreet'. No PDA's, okay? And if you're having fun on-duty, everything should be in ship-shape afterwards, and no cum stains on the uniforms! Any questions?"

The fellas grinned at me and shook their heads as they headed off to their duties. 

"How we gettin' down to 101?"  

I pulled Inti in and stroked his head; he closed his eyes in absolute pleasure. "Subway? We can make out and no one will pay attention..." 

"Sounds good! Let's go!"

The ride didn't take that long and we got out of the station for the twenty-minute walk to the warehouse. The large doors were open and Elmer, the foreman, was directing stevedores in and out of the massive building. When he saw us, we got a big grin from the older man.

 
"You two again?"

"What can we say, Elmer- we like you... plus this place has some fantastic places for us to make out!"

That drew an shockingly amused expression from the foreman. "Fornication? In my warehouse? I don't believe it! I'm shocked! SHOCKED!"

 
All of us laughed. "Have fun, guys. Keep the place safe!"

"We're on it!"

Inti and I began our patrol of the interior, and soon afterwards, we found ourselves deep within the confines of the warehouse. There was no activity in this area, and Paul gave me a wink. "Let's head over to Aisle 47."

 
The big Latino gave me a bright grin, "Lead the way, Paulito!"

* * *

INTI

The two of us traveled deeper into the warehouse and it became quiet as a tomb; we finally got to Aisle 47 and Paul pulled me in for a deep kiss. "I've been thinking of pounding your ass since you came into the locker room this morning... STRIP!"

I gave my supervisor a grin and started to undress. Once I was naked, I pulled myself on top of a pallet; it had a bunch of foam insulation on top and I sunk into the material and smiled. Paul stripped off his clothes and pulled a jar of Hyperlube out of his backpack and he slathered the thick, white material onto his monstrously engorged cock. He was right - he was almost as big as Chuy and the three c-rings made his junk look even bigger. Then the ex-Special Forces soldier climbed on top of the pallet with me. He straddled me and lifted my legs.

"Mmmm.... love that plug" - He chuckled as he gripped the metal flange and I watched his arm muscles bunch and strain as he pulled the four-inch sphere out of my ass and thrust himself into my guts.

Paul established a whipsaw rhythm as his tool went balls-deep and then back out. After several minutes, I felt his cockhead swell within me and he quietly moaned as I felt my insides scalded with loads of his cum.

"Having fun, Inti?" He panted and his abs clenched in amazing definition as he caught his breath. "Ready for more?"

* * *

My partner filled me up four more times before he collapsed and fell onto his back. Then he assumed the same position as I had - with his legs in the air - as I rubbed my aching prong with the lube and settled his legs on my shoulders. "My turn, vato!!"

I filled up my supervisor with my Guatemalan cum six times before I fell exhausted onto my back as well.

Paul chuckled. "Damn, that was amazing! You are one incredible fuck, Inti!"

"So are you, guapo... like you said, I love bein' with the other guys, but no one fucks me as long or as hard as you do!"

He looked at his watch. "We better get dressed before we're missed. Elmer will send someone looking for us.... here's your plug."

I slathered the sphere with the Hyperlube and grunted as I pushed it back up my chute.

"I need to get me one of those..."

I gave him a wide smile. "I got you one. Here." I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a large bronze-colored silicone butt plug. "This is soft, but firm. It'll fill you up and keep you semi-hard all the time. Once you get used to it, we'll go bigger, an' then swap you over to a steel plug like me."

Paul chuckled. "Awww, you're always so considerate, Inti..." and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Get on your knees an' let me put it in." My partner did as he was told and groaned as I pushed the device into his guts. "How does it feel?"

He blinked and grinned. "Damn... It feels great! I never realized how good it feels to keep your ass plugged all the time!"

"It's amazin', ain't it?" My face split into a wider grin. "Let's finish gettin' dressed an' back on patrol. Once the fellas see you plugged like me, they're gonna want in on the action, too!" I paused. "I got a bunch more in my backpack - we'll fill up the guys before they go home!"

* * * 

I'm rather proud of this entry - it was based on a couple of sentences as a story idea. Sort of like a movie you see and it credited to a "short story by...."

Inti definitely keeps himself busy - either at one of the gyms training new slaves, working security and engaging in sex with the guards or spending his time at various venues when Chuy is assigned late patrol watches. Like he said here, his only responsibilities now are working out,having sex and making slaves!

And that "switch" being thrown ... I'm sure Inti managed to get Transanabol and Erotropin into the guards' daily routine! 

Happy Halloween, everyone!