Part 4
Over the 24hrs of the four straight bodybuilders wer..
🕑 Added 2023-05-20 02:24:00 +0000 UTC
Part 4
Over the 24hrs of the four straight bodybuilders were fucked over and over while their drugged minds were bombarded with subliminal until nothing was left of their old lives. They came repeatedly over and over until their cocks and balls were useless and strived. Unable to produce anymore semen, the pumps were moved from their deflated cocks and metal cockcages were attached to their once proud dicks. When the headsets and visors were lifted from their heads their expressions were docile. When the cock shaped hose was pulled from their throats, drool ran out of their mouths as they tried desperately to suck on empty air. The fuck machine dildo was the last to be removed. Their once tight assholes were now loose and gapping. The tech workers then proceeded to attach a remote controlled chip to the four men's prostates. The device enables Xavier to activate and control the studs from anywhere on the island by sending waves of pleasure to their prostates. The microchip would also enhance their pleasure while they were being fucked.
Once they were completely processed, the four bodybuilding friends were brought before Xavier Pompeii for inspection and approval. The four new slaves stood naked except for the cockcages over their useless cocks, in the elegant great hall. They showed no emotions as they stood barefooted on the cold pink marble floor. Their massive arms were behind their wide back, with their chest proudly pushed out. There wasn’t a single hair on their perfect, flawless bodies from the neck down. While they were being processed, permanent hair removal was applied along with a deep tanning toner that enhanced their chisel muscles. As they each stood motionlessly, their handsome masculine faces and eyes were blank.
Pompeii took his time inspecting the island’s newest slave. He walked up the line in front of them and then circled behind them twice. When he slowly passed in front of them for the second time, Xavier paused in front of Ali and touched the middle eastern man’s smooth, flawless pecs. The former homophobic Muslim man didn’t protest or even blinked at the touch of the older man. Xavier smirked and teased Ali’s large brown nipples. He knew if the Arabian bodybuilder could think he would have been humiliated. Instead the only discomfort Ali showed was the result of his now insufficient cock trying to grow against the metal cockcage as his now sensitive tits were teased. The hours of electrodes working his nipples made them so sensitive.
Pompeii moved to Carlos and ran his hands down the chisel 8 pack abs. The 24hrs of pumping alpha-b through their systems, left their muscles and veins pumped. “You did very well, Dr. Claus,” addressed the chief processor.
“It was a true pleasure working on those fine specimens,” the elderly German doctor bowed his head.
The German doctor had a very cruel, sadistic side to him. Before joining Xavier as the chief processor for the island, Dr. Claus was involved in a scandal in Germany involving his illegal work on genetic manipulation on pretty Eastern European boys. When the scandal broke Claus was facing life in prison but with Xavier's and the Cartel’s pull the sadistic doctor was swept away to the island. There in his palatine labs he continued his work and hobby in creating straight men into the perfect muscular obedient slaves.
“May I point out the American, whom they called Damien,” the doctor moved beside Xavier. “He is so far my best creation.”
Xavier moved to Damien. He was impressed and could barely believe he was looking at the same beautiful bodybuilder. Damien appeared bigger, more muscular and ripped then he was only 24hrs before. His veins were vascular and pumped, looking like road maps over his arms, lower stomach, and massive legs. His Anglo Saxon ancestry now showed hints of Hispanic features. His hair got darker, his blue eyes were now brownish, and his lips were fuller.
“Is he the same one that was on the Ganymede,” Xavier turned in shock.
“Yes, sir. Thanks to genetic manipulation he gained 10lbs of lean muscle mass in 24hrs. Besides the muscle growth, I also unlocked his “so called gay” genes and deactivated his “straight” ones,” the doctor smiled. “Without the invasive, primitive mind control techniques that his poor friends endoured all the changes to his psyche were done on the genetic leave. He was turned from a dominant, straight alpha male to an obedient, docile muscle slave.
“Exquisite,” Xavier looked over the bodybuilder’s body.
While his friends were cock cages, Damien’s cock was left unlocked. However, instead of the fat monster it once was, the American bodybuilder’s cock was small, only three inches as it stood hard.
“Unfortunately there are some side effects,” Claus said.
Xavier looked at the doctor and back at the beautiful bodybuilder, “at least he still has a cock unlike that practically Russian gymnast you experimented on.”
The doctor lowered his head, “the price of perfection, many of the greatest accomplishments in science had many Trials and errors, sir”
“And I hope not a brain dead vegetable like Sadik,” Xavier gripped Damien’s cock.
“Another unfortunate price to create the perfect man slave. But I assure you, he has all of his ability to think,” Claus turned to Damien. “Is that correct Damien?”
Damien turned his head. There wasn’t the blank, vacant stare that his friends had, “yes sir.”
“What is your name,” Claus proudly asked.
“Damien Daniel Roman,” Damien’s voice was strong and masculine.
“What is your sexual identity,” Xavier asked.
Damien turned to face Xavier, “I’m gay sir, I have no desire for women. I carve only to pleasure other men and get fucked.”
Xavier had read the younger American bio and watched the videos of him fucking the women on the yatch and knew it was a 360degree turn around of the former homophobic jock.
“Send the others to the Bacchus for the guests to enjoy,” Xavier dismissed the doctor and the others.
“My lord, I wonder if I can keep one to continue, let say continue my research,” Claus put his hands together to plead.
“You can have the long haired Italian, but Doctor, do not damage him too extensively,” Xavier warnered
“Oh, thank you sir, I have no intention to hurt anything so beautiful,” Claus smiled.
Xavier paid little attention to Claus and the others as they exited the large elegant hall. Once alone, Xavier undid his white pants.
“On your knees,” Xavier pulled out his cock.
“Yes master,” Damien replied and knelt obediently before Xavier on the marble floor.
Damien looked up at the older man and then wrapped his full, lucrious lips around the older man’s huge cock. There was no gag reflex as the once straight bodybuilder took the cock deep into his throat. Claus outdid himself, Xavier thought as he gripped Damien’s hair and began to fuck the tight throat. Damien’s sexy lips felt so good. The younger man looked up at Xavier, looking for approval while he was coating the huge cock with saliva and drool.
Damien pulled off the cock and wrapped his fist around the cock, “please fuck me.”
The shredded bodybuilder wiggled his perfectly shaped ass. Xavier couldn’t resist. All he could think of was to take the meaty, flawless ass. He pulled the muscle adonis up onto his knees and dagged Damien over to a gold couch. The couch was centuries old and was found on the island itself in the ruins of once was the pleasure palace of Elagabalus, the transsexual emperor of Rome. Legend had it that the emperor fucked his gladiatorial lovers on that very couch. Damien obediently got onto his hands and knees on the gold couch and reached behind himself to spread his plump ass cheeks. His hole was smooth, like the rest of his beautiful body. The hole winked and flexed at Xavier, begging to be filled. Xavier moved closer and aimed the drool coated cock head at the musclepussy. He grabbed the solid, tight waist and with a grunt pushed into the bodybuilder. Damien’s ass felt so fucking good. Deeper Xavier plowed into the younger man’s hole, the more the powerful anal muscles flexed around his cock. Xavier pulled out and thrusted back in, over and over. Each time Damien’s ass muscles tried to pull him in deeper and desperately tried to keep the huge cock inside him. Xavier had fucked many muscular younger man in his life, but all paled in comparison. Even the most well trained bottom, with years of experience in pleasuring men, held nothing to the boy who never been fucked by a living being in his life. The control of his ass muscles was extraordinary. Damien was milking his cock. Xavier paused deep inside Damien as he enjoyed the flexing of the powerful muscles around his cock. He pressed his body against the muscle layered back. The body was warm and hard. Xavier couldn’t hold out. With a loud groan he came over and over deep inside Damien’s body. Damien’s ass continued to milk him as if feeding off the other’s cock. It took everything Xavier had to pull out of the pure heaven that was Damien’s ass.
