A few months ago we found out about a new clinic specialising in radical genetic alternation. Designer bodies on demand…. if you could afford it. We decided to afford it, and my boyfriend Jamie just got back.
It’s getting increasing difficult to keep up with Jamie’s demonic sex drive.
I’m still working overtime at the bank, but even with the wad of tips from Jamie’s new body is earning at the restaurant I cant afford to slack off on the penny pinching. So eating out, cinema, even the decent TV channels are out of the question. This means I’m dealing with a bored sex god every night who’s turned on by the slightest thing and no means too distract him. With his insatiable appetite it means he can perform almost all night every night and I can honestly say death by sex is looking like a reality now. I’m exhausted.
But I’ve not run out of ideas yet.
I’ve snuck home early and pulled up at the end of the road to get changed on the back seat, before carrying on too the house. I park on the road so he can’t hear the car’s engine and head round to the back door. By this time of day I know Jamie will be in the garage pumping away. I can hear him grunting away through the garage door.
I slip the dog tags over my neck, adjust my cap and walk through the door. David is on his back bench pressing the modified and reinforced bar. We had to reinforce it the original after the old one snapped in two.
“On your feet solider!” I bark, dropping my bag by the door.
Jamie let the weight bar fall back on the rack and bolted upright, “What the hell?”
“Your not in uniform solider,” I reply, pulling my army issue cap down lower over my eyes and straighten my shirt.
This has been one of Jamie’s fantasies that we shared with each other when we started too explore each others desires. We’ve done some light role play but nothing like this. I’m dressed in a full officers uniform that I picked up from a surplus store, boots and all. I throw another pair of dog tags at him.
“Put these on,” I say to him, walking around and apprising his body, “At least you in half your uniform now.”
He’s wearing his favourite dark green vest that had an army look to it. I saw him putting it to one side for his this morning for his work out, before I left and it sparked my idea to surprise him now.
Jamie was wearing his dark green vest, now tight across his chest, while his old pair of sweat pants were stretched tight across his thighs and irresistible crotch . In between those two pillars of muscle I could see Jamie’s cock twitch and start too snake down his legs like it was trying to escape out the bottom. His dog tags jangled round his neck and settled between those jutting pecs.
“Are these standard issue solider?” I ask, pulling on the elasticised waist of his sweat pants.
“No, I don’t so…” he started, still slowly taking in the situation.
“No, what solider?” I ask again aggressively, getting right in his face.
“No Sir!” he shouts back. He’s getting in to character.
“I think you should take those non regulation pants off. Now solider!”
I turn around too face the other direction, while he does. I can hear the fabric being pulled slowly over his hairy, muscular legs and it takes all my self control not to turn around as I listen. I can also feel my cock getting hard at the thought of what I had planned next. Finally I turn around to face him. His cock is snaking out of his bright white jock strap: his main present for his birthday a few days ago. Slightly bigger than a usual jock strap, it was the only one that could cover everything sufficiently. We had lots of fun trying on his old underwear and watching his monstrous cock popping out along with his balls dangling out the side. Now his balls were still constrained under the thick fabric while his dripping cock snaked out and around the side. Pressed up against his left leg.
“My god solider, what are they feeding you on this base?” I ask in mock exclamation. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and feeling its weight. Hefting it around.
“Errr sir?” he asks confused, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
I switch back to cold steely mode from playful, and throw his cock back at him so it slaps halfway around his hips, watching it swing back and forth, “Drop and give me fifty solider!”
“Yes sir!” he shouts with zeal and drops to his knees and starts doing push ups.
“Guess again solider,” I say still wearing a hard expression. Pointing away to an exercise matt in the corner, “Over there, now!”
I watch him start to walk over to the matt, cock fly back and forward, flopping against his legs.
“And solider…” He turns around on the matt.
“Stuff that thing back into your jockstrap!” I say pointing at his swing semi. I cross my arms as he amusedly tries to stuff it back into the jock strap but by now he’s leaking precum like a hose and its slipping and sliding everywhere. Eventually he stuffs it back in so its curving around his balls in a big C, stretching the fabric too its limits. He stands proudly to attention with his hands clasped behind his back, bulging out proudly, but I was rummaging through my bag. Then I found what I was looking for.
“Now drop and give me twenty solider.” Lobbing the item in my hands in front of his feet. It landed with a thunk on the matt and bounced slightly.
Jamie’s eyes widened. It was the novelty black rubber dildo that we got for Christmas a few years ago as a joke. It was over 15 inches long and nearly 9 around, with a set of rubber balls and realistic veiny ribbed surface. We had both joked about it at the party with our friends while we got drunker and drunker, but we both knew we could never use it in bed for anything other that trying too stuff it in out mouths or stroking over each others body. But I’d been playing around with the capacity of Jamie’s magical new arse and I think he could take it.
He simply stared its bulk, lying on its side.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking ehind him and whispering it harshly in his ear, “are you scared private?”
His voice was wavering now, “No sir!”
“Good,” I grab the dildo and use its suckered end too stick it too the matt, applying a liberal dollop of lube from a tube in my pocket, “Now drop private!”
Jamie dropped on too his shins and shuffled back till his hairy arse was positioned over the shining black tip, then started lower his taught buttocks over its. Squelching as it slipped easily inside him. Gripping his bulging cock, trapped inside the jockstrap, he moaned as it completely penetrated him. His legs wobbled as the black rubber balls touched the inside of his thighs.
“I think you enjoyed that too much private, lets make it a bit more interesting.” producing a pair of handcuffs from a pocket in my combat pants. I secured his hands behind his back before ordering him to continue.
Jamie’s breathing was getting deeper and more laboured as his slid up and down on the massive dildo, as I kept time by shouting out his reps. The jockstrap was starting to bugle out as it took the strain of his full blown erection. I walked around behind him and reached around to tweak his erect nipples, standing out among his dense chest hair, making him gasp and shudder. Both of us were surprised and aroused by how his chest hair was getting denser after Jamie’s first week back home.
“41, 42, 43, come on solider, make it fifty!” I barked again, “Faster! 44, 45..”
I could see the blood rushing too his face, making his cheeks red as I quickened the pace and drove him faster. He was going to need to cum soon, his jockstrap was sopping wet from precum and was pooling on the floor. That’s when I unleashed my secret weapon. I pulled out a small remote control and pushed a button, indicating the lowest setting. The reaction was instantaneous, Jamie’s threw his head back and howled, as the dildo started vibrating right next to his hyper sensitive prostate.
I had hollowed out the dildo, there was plenty left inside too stop it snapping, and replaced it with a powerful vibrating motor I had picked up. It was only on its lowest settings but Jamie looked like his was in ecstasy already, stopping completely and grunting as it massaged his prostate. I knelt down next to Jamie and pulled out his soaking wet penis, leaving his balls trapped inside the jockstrap. The smell from his crotch and sweaty body was powerful and my cock was leaving a damp patch on my pants too. I had to resist to stay in character, standing back up before him, yelling “Come on solider, don’t stop now! 62! 63! 64!”
I could barely grasp the remote my hands were so slick and had to wipe them on my pants before I could grip it again. Then I turned it up a notch again to medium power. Jamie’s cock was so big now that he became erect in stages, right now he was almost fully extended, but flopping about and still pliable so you could bend it still, slightly. As I turned up the power, it began to thicken again and straighten out, pointing up at 45degrees. A stream of precum can pouring out in a thick stream. You can see why I had so many false alarms in the past week, thinking he had cum early.
“Please, let me cum, its too much!” he begged, we both knew he really enjoyed it. I could tell when our play strayed away from anything pleasurable.
“Let me cum what? Private?” I asked smugly.
“Sir!” he yelled, “I need to cum! Sir!”
I considered his request again for a minute or two while he moaned and bounced his amazing arse up and down on that monstrous dildo.
“Ok private, I think that’s enough for today.” I said and turned the power up to maximum.
The effect was amazing too watch, his cock stiffened and his head fell forward, teeth tightly clenched, “Nnnnnggghhh!”
It pointed straight up now and was hard as steel, bobbing around as the blood surged through it. Finally he sank all the way down on the dildo before his hips started too buck away, seemingly of their own accord. His mouth gasped silently as the first jet of cum was fired straight in to the air and smacked against the ceiling. Usually there’s more of a pause between Jamie’s ejaculations but today he was aroused beyond all self control. Another and another fired straight up and splattered against the ceiling. Eventually the mess started too drip down on him as his cock continued to spasm weakly, sending seamen flying merely over his head and then his shoulder, hitting him in his hair and face. Before dribbling down his heaving pecs.
I don’t know how I managed not to cum right there and then in my pants, but the sight of Jamie’s cum drenched body was magnificent. Living with this sex god for a few weeks had hardened me to his lures, so I could now walk through a room without ripping his pants off, but this was a hard test of my self control.
“Good work solider,” I said, voice quavering, “Now go hit the showers and then report to my quarters afterwards”
He slowly pulled himself up of the glistening slick dildo and smiled at me in the way that made my legs want to buckle. I unlocked the handcuffs and started looking for a mop. The downside of sex life now was that there was a lot of cleaning unless Jamie felt like aiming at something suitable… like an empty bath, or a reservoir.
“Sir?” I heard him ask behind me, I turned around, “Should I report to your quarters with this?”
My naked, cum drenched boyfriend was standing before me with a ready lubed dildo in his hands, sporting a half erect cock that could be coxed back into life at a moments notice. Can you guess why it was at least another two hours before we both hit the showers.
A week later I was in the office of Dr John Phillips, the pre-eminent scientist with a flare for designer bodies. We were in his office set in the side of the converted luxury liner, over looking the a beautiful ocean sunset. I landed late in the evening after a long journey from Manchester Airport to Havana before another two hour helicopter ride to the Artist, emblazoned with GeneTechs logo of the double helix in a triangle. I had been barely in the ship for an hour and was dog tired but had spent most of it in a consultation with Dr Phillips about the modifications I was going to receive. There was no time too find my sea legs, there was a tight schedule for Dr Phillips to stick to. He was tired as well, but I could see his eyes crease up when he smiled, he still enjoyed his work.
A naked, half completed hologram on my new body floated above Phillips’ desk, while he pecked away at a keyboard, refining the changes.
“…so you see the new synthetic muscle we weave in with your current musculature won’t tire as quickly as normal and actually works to maintain and regulate structure and tone.” said Dr Phillips enthusiastically, “This means you don’t need to spend hours at the gym to maintain your body and will last indefinitely. Does that clear up your queries?”
“Yes that’s great!” I have bags under my eyes and my hand wrapped around a mug of strong black coffee.
“Now that covers most of your upper body modifications.” He held up application form I filled out months ago before leaving England, “You requested some extensive and detailed modifications lower as well, lets cover the with the genital area first. Do you have anything you want to add to your original notes ?”
“Ah!” I reach inside my bag and drop the 15” dildo down on the desk, it lands with a thump and I sit back in my chair with a grin.
Phillips raises both eyebrows and appraises the sex toy, “I believe we can accommodate these dimensions”
Instantly he’s pecking away at he keyboard and I just smile and watch the sunset.