The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day 44

Unit 442569-4 returned to awareness state one. It was stood in the shower sector facing Unit 442569-3 ... (sub designation Raphael). Scanning its date stamp it perceived that it had stood here for several thousand minutes.

The unit’s last memory was a simulated customer interaction session, achieving orgasm in conjunction with Unit 442569-3. Raphael...he’s called Raphael...and he’s beautiful, whispered a ghostly voice within its processor.

< Purpose: Pre-op preparation of units 442569-1 and 442569-2. Time allocated 10.500 minutes. >

The alcoves hissed; the room’s other two occupants were released ready for upgrade. Unit 442569-4 proceeded with its task lathering and removing un-necessary hair from the one of the units whilst 442569-3 did the same for the other.

After 4.558 minutes, Unit 442569-4 completed its task and reverted to stand-by mode; noting as it did so that Unit 442569-3 would take a further 2.302 minutes to complete its task. Unit 442569-2 had been exceptionally hairy example of species 84106 and still had several quadrants requiring attention.

Julian blinked swaying on his feet, his muscles sending signals that he’d been standing in one position for way too long time.

He was standing in front of one of the room’s other two occupants, his hands were wet with decontaminant and he had a vague memory of removing the boy’s pubic and body hair.

In the shower Raphael was busy cleaning the hair from an exceptionally hirsute boy. Both had their eyes closed, clearly under full Co-processor control.

The boy in front of him shifted his weight slightly; his eyes also closed but not locked tight as they would be if his Co-Processor were running things.

“Can you hear me?” he asked squeezing the boy’s arm gently

All of the boy’s eyes flashed open, even his Co-Processor’s sensor cover retracting fully giving it an almost comical expression.

The boy backed away pressing himself against the wall a look of terror plain to see. Clearly the pure emotion was overloading the Type 22 Co-processor’s ability to manipulate him.

“Easy! Calm down...No one’s going to hurt you,” said Julian in what he hoped was a reassuring voice. The fact that the boy was being prepared for surgery probably wasn’t something he should mention at this point. “What’s your name?”

“Ju..Julian?”

“No kidding, that’s my name as w...”

“Is it you Julian?” interrupted the boy

Julian frowned. He didn’t recognize the boy and he knew almost none of the others likely to have been picked up at the house.

“Its me...Gramps”

Julian just stood there for 1.140 minutes; his brain immobilized by the shock of the boy’s revelation. It was impossible! At the edge of his mind he felt his more advanced Co-Processor beginning to stir, scanning his persona looking for the source of the malfunction.

Carefully he calmed himself down, self-awareness was a precious thing these days. It would be stupid to lose it just because he was a little surprised.

The Co-Processor stopped its scan satisfied that its organic component was once again operating within normal parameters.

Feeling like a naughty schoolboy afraid to ask teacher a question Julian scrunched up his courage and sent a data-request toward ‘It’, asking about the processing being done on older units.

To his slight surprise ‘It’ answered immediately and in detail. It seemed to have him classified as just another unit. There was no restriction on what he could learn, ‘It’ expected units to know their function and to seek information relevant to that.

The answer was simple, obvious and highly revealing. Units had to be efficient and look visually appealing. Older organic components were therefore exposed to a controlled dose of temporal radiation along with DNA replacement and other therapies. In short he was looking at what the machine thought of as an optimal version of his Grandfather.

“Hi Gramps...you’d better look in the mirror, I’m not the only one who’s had a makeover” he replied gesturing at the ceiling with all three eyes.

“Bloody hell!”

“Apparently our controller wants us to look our hottest. It doesn’t consider being old and wrinkly to be optimal traits”

“I was NOT wrinkly, I was statesman-like” replied gramps with a mix of adolescent petulance and aristocratic dignity “I suppose you’d better start calling me Henry, I certainly don’t look like anyone’s Gramps right now.”

“Ok, Henry, but I have to warn you, identity is at a premium. Whatever it is that’s in charge has a habit of just taking over and getting things done.” he explained “Take Raphael and that guy he’s lathering up.... they aren’t home right now. The Co-processors they are wearing are running them. In fact, we are only able to speak now because my Co-processor was quicker cleaning you up and is in standby mode until Raphael finishes his task”

“Sounds like you’re the expert then lad. So how are we fighting back? I remember during the big one, when our Lancaster bought it, over Belgium it was...” he stopped talking and frowned burying the old memory.

“We aren’t fighting back”

“Why not?” asked the young old man

“Try thinking about resisting”

The Type 22 wrapped around Henry’s torso and head shifted slightly, its hand like grapplers holding his head tighter, the pincer around his erect cock contracting, its red eye half opening before returning to its inactive state.

For a moment Henry’s face was blank and then the intellect returned to his gaze.

“I see what you mean. Definitely not allowed to think those thoughts”

“Actually it might not be that bad, it’s kind of like the ultimate welfare state. It wants to keep us in top condition” replied Julian feeling the comforting influence of his Co-processor gently nudging at his perceptions.

Slightly annoyed by its heavy handedness he added, “Bear in mind that it may be making me think that way though. The more it learns about us the harder it is to tell which part of you is doing the thinking”

“Damn tricky. I don’t suppose you...” Henry’s voice faded to be replaced by a more mechanical “...Task Complete.”

Julian was no longer listening anyway, like his grandfather, he was no longer aware.

Units 442569-1 and 442569-4 returned to awareness state one. 442569-2 and 442569-3 had signaled completion of their task. As a group all four units sent simultaneous requests for further instruction.

< Proceed to Surgical Intervention Facility 442 for upgrade. >

Unit 442569-4 smiled as it led the way, its organic memory had large amounts of data that linked upgrading and the high endorphin levels indicative of pleasure.

In its somewhat limited experience Unit 442569-4 had found that when its organic component was feeling pleasure it tended to have a more efficient response curve. This it concluded was a good thing.

A large part of its core programming involved finding ways to fully integrate its operating system with the organic CPU. Low-level pleasure, it concluded, would be a useful tool. The organic CPU would feel marginally happier whenever its decisions matched the Pleasure Unit template that Unit 442569-4 was tasked with conforming to.

The intense pleasure of a scalpel cutting deep into his pectoral muscle brought Julian back to awareness. In the background he could hear the screams and pleadings of his three fellow units.

For an instant he felt confused, and nervous that he’d just thought of them as ‘units’ but the sharp cutting pleasure distracted him, washing the concern away.

Unnoticed by his higher brain functions the idea that a unit was called a unit slipped into the area of his mind that controlled vocabulary, along with the replacement of the redundant familial surname with his unit ID number.

The intense pleasure faded enough so that he could focus again on the screams of the other Units. Clearly ‘It’ had failed to apply the lessons learned from his own upgrade. He immediately sent off a procedural request. It was getting easier to communicate he noted, where once he’d had to concentrate hard to make his presence felt, it was now becoming as easy as thinking.

The reactions to his request were pleasant to hear, the screams from the units were replaced by gasps and the fast breathing of the ultimately aroused.

With no warning other than a brief click his Co-Processor disengaged, retracting its nipple interfaces and aural connector. In his mind, Julian 442569-4 felt as if a large chunk of his brain had just gone dark. He nearly panicked, the lack of oversight felt wrong and terribly dangerous.

Telling himself that he was being stupid, he waited patiently as the Surgical Unit positioned the first of his new pectoral muscles, it looked exactly like the earlier abdominal unit only larger, its underside covered in a crust of strange devices and the tendrils that would plumb themselves into his nervous system and veins.

He wondered briefly if it were mechanical or organic, but decided it didn’t matter as the pleasure spiked and it began easing its way into his willing flesh. It seemed that even though his Co-Processor wasn’t attached his nervous system was still reacting to the programming patch that converted pain into near orgasmic pleasure.

Eagerly he held himself utterly immobile, a skill he’d picked up through his interface, waiting patiently for the second installation, he could already feel the movement of air against his new skin; somehow the earlier implants were making the connection process faster, the pectoral unit’s nerve cables plugging themselves into the hardware that infested if body.

The second unit descended, once it was in place, his Co-processor was re-connected, bonding itself permanently to the surface of his new pectorals, then sinking into his chrome flesh so that it’s tentacle like nipple manipulator was little more than a raised vein.

It was soon evident that the Co-processor had also had an upgrade, his mind feeling larger and more precise as soon as the reconnection was complete. With his interface permanently stabilized he detected that something had changed, something at the instinct level, he felt almost as if he had new limbs that he could move at will.

Whatever it was it wasn’t exactly ‘limbs’ that was a bad analogy, whatever it was related to his abdominal and pectoral implants, they weren’t just there to look pretty, they had a function and at some level he now had access to it. He squirmed, feeling things wriggle within the muscular housings.

He felt a coldness on his arm and realized that the surgery wasn’t finished after all. A manacle-like armband was being fitted around his biceps; it was about an inch wide with a groove wrapped around its centre line. As he watched he noticed dark metallic nerve cables burrowing deliciously below his skin.

He glanced over at the Surgical unit’s tray, it was piled high with further implants, two further bands, one presumably for his other arm and a larger one that was roughly waist sized, with spokes that made it look like a bicycle wheel.

He licked his lips, that one looked like it would be exceptionally pleasurable when the Surgical Unit got around to installing it.

For 0.001 of a minute he lost all feeling in the arm below the newly installed armband. 0.002 minutes later sensation returned along with a new data stream. He now knew without having to think about it, that his thumb was precisely 5.227 millimetres away from the tip of his index finger.

He should test his hand’s dexterity.

The thought had clearly originated in his Co-Processor, but that didn’t bother him as he experimented with the improved precision with which he could place his fingers. He could even do that Vulcan salute thing with no effort. Pretty kewl. He liked how precise he was; it felt good that his hand was no longer just a clumsy lump.

He lifted his shoulder in order to get a better view, and was surprised to see that along its centreline, the armband now had a deep joint, cutting through his muscles like a grand canyon. Daylight was visible and tiny laser beams crossed the gap acting as optical nerve fibres. The actual connection between shoulder and arm appeared to consist of a chrome cylinder slightly larger than his arm bone.

‘That should be really fucking alarming, I should be screaming my fucking head off’ he thought emotionlessly.

‘Still... upgrades were upgrades, this all makes me more efficient’ he consoled himself feeling suddenly happier about it.

The erotically desperate groans from the others had ceased whilst he’d been busy examining his new arm upgrade. Glancing at them with his third eye he saw that all three now had beautiful new Co-Processors and shiny new six-packs. As they had no task to perform they had been allowed to stand at parade rest and watch as his advanced upgrade continued.

All three had good solid erections and wide lustful eyes drinking in every aspect of the procedure. It didn’t take much intellect to deduce that their new Co-Processors were busy instilling the correct attitude. Julian 442569-4 was certain that his own attitude was correct and that thought was made him feel elated and special.

His other arm signaled readiness for testing and he transferred his attention to it, while the Surgical Unit busied itself preparing the belt implant.

His left hand had always been weaker, now he was finding that he was fully ambidextrous.

The Surgical Unit gently brushed a tentacle against his left pectoral implant, drawing his attention away from his arms. The Unit required that he pay attention to the installation of the ‘belt’

The surgical bed began to hum with magnetic power and Julian 442569-4 found himself being tugged upward and then, as the power level increased, lifted into the air as if invisible fishing hooks had been attached to his pectorals and abdominals.

He swiveled his third eye to view what was going on below. Several devices were being placed on the bed, a T-shaped spinal unit consisting of shoulder blades and a spinal tail along with the back half of the belt he’d seen earlier, unlike previous installations the interfaces upper surfaces seemed to consist of sharpened spikes, like a glistening bed of hypodermic tipped nails.

Slowly he was lowered onto the sharpened spines, for a brief instant resting on their tips. The magnetic field reversed, instead of balancing him in the air it pressed down hard causing his back to erupt with tiny pinpricks of concentrated pleasure so intense that ejaculation became a near certainty.

Slowly he sank onto the implants, their artificial nerves seeking out connections becoming integral to his function.

The Surgical Unit continued with its silent work, inserting the frontal portion of the belt. Precisely 0.083 minutes later (0.030 minutes before projected orgasm), Julian 442569-4 found that he had lost all sensation below the waist, the erection with its building ejaculation were cut off instantly, his cock wilting visibly.

Having experienced the same process with his arms he felt confident that sensation would return, but the sudden loss of his major erogenous zone felt like a blast of arctic air.

Urgently he informed ‘It’ that he was experiencing mental discomfort regarding his latest improvement.

0.020 minutes later he was flooded with a feeling warm passive apathy that lasted the 0.25 minutes it took the new joint to bed down and reconnect the nerve signals to his lower half.

With the return of sensation came a vast array of new data. His feet were now as dexterous as his hands, if he ever needed to write the name ‘Julian 442569-4’ ever again, he’d have a whole range of ways to hold the pen. But that was nothing! Nearly 87.5% of the new data related to his cock and anus.

It was almost like gaining a pair of compound eyes to go with the three he already had. His cock was now sub-divided into 512 sectors each one feeding back temperature, air pressure, wind speed, friction, pheromone and chemical detection information, along with another fifteen readings that he had no words for.

His ass was similarly equipped and he was getting all sorts of data about the chemical composition of an enema he didn’t have a memory of.

‘Need to know a new world’s atmospheric composition? I can just whip my cock out and take a reading’, he thought wryly.

Other vast blocks of data existed, all related to his cock and ass; but they were as yet unavailable, presumably relating to functions he’d not yet had installed.

His cock was still limp and inert from its disconnection. He wished it had remained hard.... he’d been so close to cumming. 0.001 minutes later he found that his third eye was looking at another virtual cock with an extremely long level of arousal states. Intensity, time to ejaculation, number of ejaculations and cost in credits ¢(GPL) were clearly marked in glowing text.

Turning his eye outward he beam-connected to the Surgical Unit, accessing its current instruction list to see how many more upgrades were scheduled for this session.

< none >

The reply meant he had very little time before he was shutdown. Hurriedly he called up a least time, single shot, maximum pleasure orgasm.... and faded away with his back arched and his cum splattering against Raphael 442569-3’s shiny new abs 1302.147 millimetres away.

Day 53

Awareness returned and Julian 442569-4 stepped from his alcove yawning. The others were stood in a semi-circle waiting for him. Somewhat to his surprise he realized he’d been dreaming. It had been a strange dream, his organic skin had been upgraded, turned into polished gold that complimented his chrome coloured implants.

He had been on a strange world, populated with incredibly handsome alien boys with all sorts of odd genitalia. They had walked around him and other Units like him, offering him things.

But in his dream he had ignored them, they were not worthy, their offers of flowers, and primitive technology left him un-moved...he waited yearning for an alien boy with a nice high credit rating. One he could teach the meaning of true love to.... such a one had been about to appear (he was certain)... And that had been when the dream ended.

“Welcome back Julian 442569-4, this is Zack 442569-2, he was American” said Henry 442569-1 hurriedly. Like he and Raphael 442569-3, his ex-grandfather had learned to speak rapidly and concisely in case the moment of self-awareness was brief.

Julian 442569-4 searched his mind, looking for any orders...none. “I guess ‘It’ wants us to interact. Our equivalent of a bank holiday or something”

“We concur.” replied Zack 442569-2. “We’ve been aware for approximately 32.259 minutes this time. We have also been aware on three previous occasions each of 128.000 minutes. You have been dormant during each period.”

“We believe ‘It’ did not fully understand the limits of the human body to recover from extensive upgrades” added Raphael 442569-3 “It won’t upgrade us further until it is certain that you are functioning correctly.”

“So...how are functioning today son?” asked Henry 442569-1.

Julian 442569-4 did a quick self-diagnostic, finding that all his systems reported themselves as optimal.

“Nice theory guys, I’m 100% functional right now...hell I’m so functional I don’t know all my functions.” he replied feeling a little high from how new and improved he felt.

“Which kinda brings us on to the big question” replied Raphael 442569-3 straightening the bed cover before sitting on it “What are we for? What is ‘It’ turning us into? What is your primary function Julian 442569-4?”

“Answer one.... we are for profit. Answer two.... you’re looking at it. Answer three...I’m still figuring it out”

“Perhaps there’s some clue in how you’ve been upgraded,” replied Zack 442569-2 running a finger along the mechanical joint just above Julian 442569-4 ‘s hips.

Julian 442569-4 gasped at the erotic caress, but at the same time a warning indicator bleeped in his mind.

“Mmmm. Please don’t touch that again. It felt good, but you also interrupted the nerve signal to my big toe for a few seconds.”

Zack 442569-2’s hand drifted upward sending erotic sensations through his metallic six-pack making it squirm under his fingers.

“I’m not gay,” said Julian 442569-4

“That’s ok...I am” replied Zack 442569-2 moving in to kiss Julian 442569-4 on his startled lips.

Their eyes met, glowing redly, a beam connection formed and Information flowed. 0.25 minutes later Julian 442569-4 knew everything he needed to know about Zack 442569-2.

When they’d been unimproved units of Species 84106, Zack 442569-2 had been an undecided bisexual with a 43.5% preference for men. ‘It’ had been working hard boosting that tendency. The timestamps of the various interventions were obvious to Julian 442569-4 ‘s processor enhanced mind. Zack 442569-2 had occupied the alcove directly opposite his own and had been allowed to view his upgraded physique even while dormant. Inevitably, after such treatment, Zack 442569-2’s sexuality had become totally focused on him. Right now, he was the answer to Zack 442569-2’s every fantasy.

Meanwhile the kiss had prompted another menu of erotic responses, and their credit ¢(GPL) value. Zack 442569-2 had initiated a crude type 3b kiss.... about the best that his less advanced Co-Processor could enact. The correct response was a type 214h2 followed by a type 118a4 lip nibble.

Without hesitation Julian 442569-4 activated the response sequence. A personal preference for females was not relevant; species was not relevant. Completing the sequence was all that mattered.

Zack groaned and Julian 442569-4 felt a spurt of cum hitting his six-pack and dribbling down onto the hairless area surrounding his cock.

Having brought the simulated customer to completion Julian 442569-4 disengaged, noticing as he did so that Raphael 442569-3 and Henry 442569-1 had been jerking off while they watched.

The thought that the others also found him erotic was a real turn on. The thought of a four-way orgy drifted to the top of his mind, triggering yet another menu of possible responses. About a third of the way down the list he noted a set of options that involved functional use of his implants. As eager as the others to find out what he was capable of he activated the sequence.

He positioned himself in a star configuration, the arms held horizontal at shoulder level, his feet spaced far apart like one of Da Vinci’s famous anatomy drawings.

For effect he decided to verbalize what he was doing.

“Activate Simulation: Species 22541 secondary sexual characteristics”

Finally, he had access to the functions of his implants and clenched his muscles in that new way. Bumps appeared, one per abdominal, rapidly growing to a size and shape of a male nipple.

The other’s gazed open mouthed.

“You wanted to see what the new implants can do. Well apparently there’s’ a species out there, the male of which has eight nipples, a species renowned for its sexual prowess. It seems one of my functions is to simulate a male of that species”

“What a bizarre purpose. So... let me get this straight... Basically we’ve been kidnapped and surgically altered so that we look like a passable imitation of a race with eight nipples?” replied Henry 442569-1 sounding disgusted despite still having a hard-on that he was absent-mindedly stroking.

“Partly...there’s loads more configurations in here” he said tapping his Co-processor “and I think I’m beginning to get an idea what our final purpose might be. But I’m not telling you guys until you’ve tried out my new nipples”

“I’m not gay, but...” replied Raphael 442569-3 and Henry 442569-1 saying the words in a synchronized way.

The two hesitated glancing at each other suspiciously.

Zack 442569-2 snorted in mock disgust “Oh come on guys! You hadn’t realized it wants us to prefer alien boys? Hell, its been tweaking our preferences since the moment we came aboard. You’re even stood there jacking off whilst you deny it. Now, just give it up, get over here and lets see what else these new nipples of Julian 442569-4’s can do.”

After the briefest hesitation Raphael 442569-3, grinned wildly, irrevocably giving in to the subtle mental pressure that had been building in all four boys, a brief beamed connection confirming to Zack and Julian that his mind had fully adjusted and was now operating within normal parameters.

Henry 442569-1 hesitated “My own grandson” he murmured shaking his head. At the same time jacking off even more frantically.

The other three waited patiently as Henry 442569-1’s face became redder and redder, finally he stopped the useless stroking, it was evident to the others that Henry 442569-1 wasn’t going to be allowed any release unless it involved interaction with another unit.

Julian 442569-4 turned his third eye and beam-linked into Henry 442569-1’s head.

Eighty years of experience and homophobic prejudice were at war with an incrementally increasing compulsion toward Correct Thought. Interpreting the calibration’s being used, he realized that there was real danger of damage to Henry 442569-1’s organic components.

Henry 442569-1’s mind needed a fast fix before it ripped itself apart. Regretting the necessity, Julian 442569-4 ordered Henry 442569-1’s Co-Processor to delete several key memory sectors relating to sexuality ordering Henry 442569-1 to return to a virgin state, not remembering any previous sexual orientation. For good measure he deleted most Henry 442569-1’s memories of being old as well, that after all, was the root of Henry 442569-1’s malfunction.

Besides memories of world war two, his genetic relationship to Julian 442569-4 and their origin world (planet 84106-3) just weren’t relevant.

He finished the editing by leaving Henry 442569-1 with the feeling that he’d just been improved and that the loss of memory segments felt like a great weight had been removed from his mind.

Henry 442569-1 looked down at himself and then across at the others, a lustful smile crossing his face. The blockage in his ability to interface correctly was gone... and he revelled in it “Just be gentle Julian 442569-4, this will be my first time,” he advised, dancing closer in a seductive way.

The three boys moved in, each one taking a polished metal nipple in his mouth, nibbling and sucking. Julian 442569-4 detected a pattern in their caresses; all three were using the same pleasure routine, their responses separated by ±0.010 minutes. Zack 442569-2 biting his 3rd nipple, would be followed by Raphael 442569-3 doing the same to his 4th and then Henry 442569-1 on 5th.

Data indicated that it was time to simulate the Species 22541 party piece. His boys were in for a pleasant surprise. As the pleasure feedback increased he realized that he was the only unit in the group that was still hampered by its default sexuality. Without hesitation he deleted the distracting heterosexuality allowing him to focus more fully on his function.

He felt self-approval, a minor reminder that he still had a little way to go before he had fully integrated with his organic CPU.

Henry 442569-1 licked at Julian 442569-4’s nipple, it was his first sexual experience and he couldn’t wait...an orgasm was extremely pleasurably experience, all the data he had indicated it.

In his mouth Julian 442569-4’s artificial nipple swelled, becoming more like a miniature tit ...and then it activated... it surged into his mouth in a shape that his tongue and Co-processor agreed was Cock. For a moment he wondered what he should do, but fortunately his Co-Processor was on the case, offering him a range of response options.

Julian 442569-4 looked down on them, grinning at the muffled exclamations of surprise and desire, as the three found out in the most pleasurable way possible what his implants could do.

All three reacted correctly to the presence of a cock in the oral stimulation zone, immediately beginning variations on the classic type 1 blowjob.

His 1st, 2nd and 6th abdominal cocks lacked a willing mouth to bring them to completion so he took Raphael 442569-3’s hand and placed it on 2nd, using his own hands to jack off 1st and 6th.

His third eye projected a full body schematic with separate read-outs for each of his seven cocks; the now familiar ejaculation indicator was pushing inexorably toward completion on each display. Noting that his progress on 1st and 6th was lagging behind the expertly applied cocksucking he increased his rub rate.

A quick mental calculation indicated the correct stimulation level required to produce simultaneous or consecutive orgasms. Not knowing how long their awareness would last he opted for a simultaneous scenario.

Swiveling his third eye to look downward he beam-connected to each unit in turn synchronizing their efforts.

Helpfully his Co-Processor provided a visual countdown that cycled downward, counting off the thousandths of a minute remaining.

Time seemed to slow as the countdown reached toward zero... 0.0003, 0.0002, 0.0001, all seven ejaculation displays flashed to green and the orgasm detonated, multiplying the sensation sevenfold.

His real cum spattered against Zack 442569-2’s thigh; the artificial cum from the other six cocks sent mercurial cum jetting into mouths, squirting into hair or splattering against naked manflesh.

The mercurial cum was of course a highly designed cocktail of chemicals and nanobots designed to trigger an addiction level orgasm in any customer that drank it. The true potency was of course lost on the three recipients, their Co-Processors limiting the nanobots to only 30% efficiency and negating their addictive aspect.

Slowly, the three disengaged, kissing and fondling in ways programmed to send the subliminal message...’you were excellent, I can’t keep my hands off you, but you are out of credit and time’s up’

All four of them stood in a circle for a long 2.000 minutes gazing at the six remarkably human looking cocks that dangled, limp and flaccid, like obscene chrome coated dreadlocks growing from Julian 442569-4’s six pack.

“...and we each have a set of those?” asked Raphael 442569-3 in awe.

“Yours won’t be functional yet, you need the permanent Co-Processor installed first” informed Julian 442569-4, with a feeling the sort of superiority similar to that might be experienced by the ‘teenage-friend-who-has-a driving-license’

“May I?” asked Zack 442569-2, carefully taking Julian 442569-4’s No 6 cock in his hand, examining it’s weight, feel and workmanship.

Guessing what he would ask, and wanting to know the answer himself, Julian 442569-4 accessed the design and maintenance schematic for his abdominal units.

“There’s no word in English for exactly what I’m made of...some sort of Memory Metal. You send it a signal, like clenching your muscles and it morphs to the required form and function...Watch...”

He clenched his muscles and watched the six eight inch cocks grow smaller until all that was left were tiny nipple-like studs.

“I could retract them fully and look human; but I kind of like this look”

“Show off!” muttered Henry 442569-1, clearly hideously envious.

“Anyhow.... I think I know what our purpose is now.” replied Julian 442569-4 changing the subject.

The three ceased their visual examination and were suddenly paying close attention.

“My whole databank is absolutely full of Various Techniques of arousal, and these implants allow me to simulate other species sexuality. Add to that how its turned all of us gayer than a Village People concert, and how I can quote the price of any given sexual act at will, there’s only one conclusion.... We are for pleasure, we exist to make others happy, that is our function.”

The controlling intelligence was clearly monitoring the discussion; as soon as he finished speaking Julian 442569-4 felt emotions washing through his mind, feelings of rightness, eagerness and relief.

He could tell by the expressions on the others faces that they felt it too.

“So what you are saying is that we are to be whores?” asked Henry 442569-1 sounding disgusted.

Instantly Julian 442569-4 felt an erotic buzz, as his Co-processor rewarded correct thought.

“I think we are intended to be a little bit more up-market than that,” replied Zack 442569-2

“Yes.. Judging by the effort being expended we are obviously intended to be a quality product.” Julian 442569-4 agreed, getting another hit of reward-emotions.

“I...” Raphael 442569-3’s voice trailed off as they all felt emotions of expectation; something wonderful and important was about to happen.

< Mental Adjustment Complete. Brothel No. 874,587,143 sub-designation: Pleasure Group 442569, you are now Operational. >

It was the voice of God and being operational was a high point in their existence.

The Brothel’s Master Intellect faded slowly from their overwhelmed minds.

“So... what do we do now?” asked Raphael 442569-3

“Practice, of course!” replied Henry 442569-1 eagerly, in a take charge voice “Julian 442569-4 you are our most advanced unit, you should begin using your functions...we will simulate the role of Customers”

Julian 442569-4 felt the word Customer sink into his mind. It felt like someone shoving a credit card into a slot in his mind. A range of seduction techniques became available along with assessment software capable of picking out the most profitable customers.

All three boys had a zero credit rating, and should therefore be ignored.

He replied regretfully “My Target Acquisition software won’t trigger” he replied regretfully “You have no credit, therefore you are not customers.”

“Well...send an email thought to Control and get us an advance on our wages or something” replied Zack 442569-2 reaching for Julian 442569-4’s cock.