Vaccinated

[mmvmgo2011]

7 minutes ago, panama said:

Wow, I submit to your story :)) Original, arousing, well written... 

I promise to be a far nicer master than Jake. I'd rather dole out pleasure, than pain

[panama]

I must confess that I´d like Jake not to lose the battle... I don´t say I´d like him to win... Only that he manages to go through... Thanks again for this great story !

[mmvmgo2011]

8 hours ago, panama said:

I must confess that I´d like Jake not to lose the battle... I don´t say I´d like him to win... Only that he manages to go through... Thanks again for this great story !

You're welcome, I'm glad you've been enjoying. I think I've learned a bit as I've been writing it and trying to improve my storytelling. I think the next story should be more concise!

I can't promise a fairytale 'happily ever after' ending for everyone, but I hope you'll all be satisfied nonetheless.

[Sarado28sp]

On 6/13/2022 at 7:22 AM, mmvmgo2011 said:

Haha. I try to minimise the Aussie slang too - easier said than done, some slips out every now and then - and try to remember to include pounds etc. so you Yanks can understand 

 

I do like the Aussie slangs- please keep using them   - I am from Brazil and it helps me broaden my understanding of the English language in different places 

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SEVENTY-ONE

Cesar unlocked the door to the cruiser, and he and the other slaves piled in.

“It just occurred to me. Our cruiser at the gym. It wasn’t in the car park. Seems that Assad took it. If he still has it we can track him that way,” said Owen.

“It’s as good a lead as any,” said Cesar, as he brought up the cruiser’s nav display. He smiled as the cruiser popped up in a new location. “Master will reward us all when we return with Assad and all of these weapons.” They all rubbed their tenting bulges, hard at the thought of pleasing master, and the rewards he will give them.

****

Jake was not having any luck modifying his sperm to evade his toys’ immune system. This was not a big deal for the toys that were around him, the insanely high testosterone levels coursing through his veins had him cumming so much, his toys greedily lapping up his precious seed, he was constantly renewing his link to them. But for those like the ones he’d sent off to find Assad, his link to them severed after a few minutes, a quarter of an hour at most.

He was slowly amassing toys, but it was too slow for his liking. He had decided that more studs needed to benefit from his generosity, to bow down to him. He wanted to build an army of toys bonded and beholden to him, his rightful place as their master. If he injected his toys with the vaccines, they would soon be able to bond new toys to him, increasing the numbers. He would rule over an entire army! Take over the world! He pumped his hard cock, globs of pre pumping out as he imagined himself ruling over the entire world, every muscular stud his to command, every stunning woman his plaything.

“Bradley, Liam, we’re heading to HIS lab.”

****

“Once I cum, it’ll be viable for about an hour. After that, too many sperm will have died and we don’t want to risk it. I can amp up my arousal and be ready to go pretty much straight away, but we’ll have to time it fairly carefully.”

“So you’re all clear on the plan?” Assad asked.

“Yes, we split it between me and HIM, while you’re distracting him, we’ll both try to get the cum into him and, if that fails, we’ve got the fallback.”

They heard a vehicle pull up the driveway.

“Are you expecting company?” Asked Assad.

“No.”

“Fuck.” Assad peered through the front window. “It’s Jake, and he’s got Brad and Mike with him.”

“Shit. We should lock up the lab. He can’t get his hands on the remaining samples!”

“Go! Hurry, I’ll try and hold them off for as long as possible. Once you’ve locked up the lab, put the plan into action. He’s only got two slaves with him, it’s probably the best chance we’ll have to get to him. Though I’m not sure how we’ll deal with Brad.”

****

The lab’s locking mechanism started sliding shut silently, HE was thankful he’d removed Jake from the list of authorised users, and that he'd paid top dollar for the best mechanism money could buy. The silence likely saved them.

They heard the front door smash in. Brad must’ve broken through the door. HE led Amber through to the rear exit, feeling sorry for Assad.

****

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Pleasant for me, not for you,” Jake said.

Assad cursed his lack of foresight, he did not routinely carry a gun, and should have stopped into the station to arm up.

“I believe I was in the middle of punishing you, demanding that you submit to me. Acknowledge me as your master. Unlike you, I intend to follow through with my punishment and finish what I started. Bradley, Liam.”

They circled towards Assad, ready to hold him down for their master. Assad assessed the situation. He could not run towards Amber and HIM and lead Jake and his slaves toward them, there was one other exit. He ran for the only option.

****

HE and Amber exited out the back and ran toward the side gate. They double backed around to the front of the property.

“Okay, deep breaths, calm down. I don’t want to put the pressure on, but YOU’ve got to produce the goods,” she said.

“I know that,” HE snapped. “You could help me out.”

She knelt and began unbuckling HIS belt, while HE ramped up his arousal. The sight of Amber on her knees in front of HIM was already enough to horn HIM up, HIS ramped up hormones, together with her expert work with her tongue and lips had HIM firing off a load in no time.

They decided they would load syringes with HIS cum, so that if they couldn’t get close enough, they could try and shoot it into Jake’s mouth from the further distance. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Can YOU manage a couple more? The more we have to spread around the better.”

The second and third loads came easily enough, pun happily accepted. But the fourth was more difficult. It was not the first time HE wished HE had Jake’s skills, in a lot of areas, but sex most of all.

It took HIM a few minutes, even with Amber’s help and HIS supra-natural hormone levels, but HE pumped out a fourth load. They were ready.

****

“Okay, like we discussed, add this,” Amber handed over the syringe of HIS cum, “and follow us in if you haven’t heard anything after ten minutes. Ten minutes. No earlier, no later. Got it?"

****

Before they even walked through the front door, they could hear Assad’s agonised screams. Amber was ready to cry. “You have to be strong,” HE whispered. She nodded, collecting herself. It all hit a little too close to home for Amber, considering her recent ordeal, but she had to be strong, had to follow through with the plan, for all their sakes.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SEVENTY-TWO

“Disobedient toys, toys that try to escape, toys that refuse my command, refuse to accept my power, my dominion, must be punished.” Assad’s screams and writhing, contorted body were more than enough evidence of his punishment.

Jake toyed with him. “Foolish toy. My power over you is absolute. You exist at my pleasure. You see,” he stopped the pain, “I control your destiny. Whether you suffer in pain, whether you float in absolute bliss. Whether you live, or whether you die.” He ramped up the pain, smiling as Assad’s screams once again filled the room.

As Assad screamed, Jake straddled his contorting body. He grabbed the front of Assad’s polo top and lifted him off of his feet, essentially bicep curling him off the ground. It would be an impressive feat with a lightweight twink, with Assad’s super heavyweight physique, it was mind-blowing.

Jake’s muscles bathed in insane levels of anabolic hormones, the muscles soaking up the testosterone, growth hormone and other compounds like sponges. His body was, in a word, magnificent. He had kept his existing definition, the striations, the muscle separation, but his muscles had packed on size and density, seemingly growing in front of everyone’s eyes, the network of veins branching across his entire body continuously growing, engorging, new tributaries and feathering forming, feeding his growing muscles with the potent, supra-natural anabolic cocktail that his blood had become.

And, still, he pushed his balls further. They were now more than double their natural, already large and hefty, size. And they roiled and heaved, massive doses of testosterone pouring into his bloodstream, feeding his growth, feeding the muscles, vascularising him, feeding his aggression, his power. They pulsated with his heartbeat, throbbing with energy, with power.

He held Assad up with one arm, using his other arm to land blow after blow across his torso, kidney blows, gut punches, his solar plexus. Assad was a human punching bag, and Jake was strong enough to punch a hole through your average bag.

Somehow, Assad groaned and screamed at the same time. He was fortunate, if you could use that word to describe someone in his unfortunate circumstance, that HE had dulled his pain receptors. Thankfully, Jake was too focussed on enacting his punishment, on causing suffering, to notice the changes HE’d made and undo them.

Assad’s screams stopped, he was breathing heavily, his head lolling from side to side as he barely hung on to consciousness.

Jake laughed, “The mighty Captain of Police. Pitiful, you barely even put up a fight. I was hoping for an arousing display of futile resistance from you.” Jake dropped him and his body fell like a sack of potatoes.

****

HE and Amber surveilled the room. They had not yet been noticed, which was good. Jake and Assad were toward the middle of the room. But, more difficult, Brad stood on one side, Mike on the other. There was no easy path where they could slink around the outside of the room, unseen.

“We’re going to have to make a run for him. I doubt we’ll be able to tackle him to the ground, but if we run straight for him, we might be able to reach him, or get close enough, before his minions are on us,” HE whispered.

“Think again,” Cesar said as he grabbed HIM by the scruff of the neck and lifted HIM off the ground. Amber was similarly manhandled by Owen, Jake’s plan of making super men out of his toys already working, each of his toy’s strength was magnified many-fold by the hormonal changes.

Amber screamed.

****

Jake heard a scream that sounded like – YES! It was Amber, and HIM. Jake’s already hard cock swelled harder still, pre pumping from the tip. Another toy - a toy ready made to create other toys! Jake groaned.

“Well done, toys. Bring them to me.” Cesar and Owen brought Amber and HIM in front of Jake. Assad’s lifeless, crumpled body behind him. “Where are the others, Cesar?”

“Master, they are unloading our haul from the cruiser. We collected weapons and ammunition from the station.”

Jake laughed, “A good thought, my toys, but the only weapon I need is right here,” he said as he grabbed his prodigious dick. He pumped up and down a few times, and massive gouts of cum begin firing, splattering over his toys. They tried to catch as much of it as they could in their mouths, addicted to the master’s ambrosia. Jake groaned as they ate his cum, his sperm immediately set to work burrowing into their bloodstream, re-establishing his link with his toys.

“And you two? What were you doing skulking around?”

“I live here,” HE said.

“So YOU do. YOU shall make a fine addition to my collection. And once I’ve added YOU, I will make immediate use of YOU, creating new toys. I shall call YOU 'The Toymaker'.”

Jake laughed at the horrified look in their faces. “Don’t look so glum. My toys will all tell you that being my property comes with certain… perks. Of course, if you disobey me, or refuse to accept me as your master, there are no perks, only pain.” He smiled, a crooked, evil smile.

Assad was groaning as he slowly regained consciousness. “Ah, Assad, you’re back. It’s no fun punishing you if you’re not conscious to feel it. We have two new additions to the fold, and our first woman!”

Assad realised he was talking about HIM and Amber. So all was lost? Had they even tried? One look at their forlorn faces indicated that the mission was a failure.

Assad began screaming again, as much from the mission’s failure, as from the pain again searing his insides.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SEVENTY-THREE

Jake’s cock exploded, pumping cum all over the latest toy to fold, to bend to his will, succumb to his power. Assad had put up a brave fight, but it was over. Jake rammed his cock roughly down Assad’s throat, Assad ravenously sucking, milking it dry.

Amber had tears falling down her face, though she did not sob. HE was numb.

Jake laughed at Amber’s tears, HIS forlorn face. “I would say there is no point in resisting, that you two should submit to me now, admit me as your master, but there is a point. My arousal. The more you resist, the hotter it is for me. Assad here,” he groaned, “put up a decent fight when you consider the pain he’d endured not once, but twice. But they all succumb, it’s only a matter of time.”

They looked at him, but did not respond.

He withdrew his cock from Assad’s mouth, it already beginning to harden again. He walked over to Amber and ran a finger through her tears, licking his finger. “Salty, and yet oh so sweet.”

Amber tried to slap him, and he laughed as he grabbed her arm and nearly twisted it off. She screamed in pain.

His voice was low, menacing, impassive, “Never make the mistake of thinking that because you were my cumbucket I will go easy on you. You won’t try that again, if you know what’s good for you.”

He released her arm, and she held it to her body with her other arm - had it dislocated? It hurt enough to be dislocated. She began sobbing.

“Awwww… don’t cry,” he said, mockingly. “Crying is not going to save you. Maybe you need something to cry about?” He punched her, the sound of his fist making contact with her face echoing around the room. She fell to the floor, a large cut over her cheekbone. She continued crying. HE leapt to her aid, but Jake grabbed HIM by the scruff of HIS neck and held HIM up, arms and legs swinging futilely.

“And YOU! My Toymaker!” He groaned. “How I’m going to enjoy bending YOU to my will, pumping out new toys for YOUR master.”

The distraction of Amber and HIM meant Jake had not released Assad from his pain, the suffering. He had tried to hold on for his master, but his brain could not handle any further punishment, and he passed out again.

There was a commotion outside.

“Vaffanculo! Ptttt,” she spat, “Lasciami solo! Your nonna is shame for you! Thisa how you treata you nonna? Pttt”

Nonna? What was SHE doing here thought Jake?

Gino manhandled Nonna through the front door and brought her before his master, the other toys lining up quietly beside her.

Jake’s pleasure with his toys turned to white hot rage directed at Gino. “How DARE you manhandle my Nonna?!”

Gino fell to his knees, “S-s- S- Sorry m-m-master, I d-di-didn't kn-kno-know.”

****

“Get up, and await your punishment over there.” Gino scrambled up and away, afraid for what his master might do to him.

“Nonna!” Jake beamed.

“My Jake! Ciao bello! You will treat a Nonna howa she shoulda treat.” She reached up to give him a kiss, despite the sheen of cum covering most of his beard.

He bent down to allow her to hug him, and kiss him on the cheeks.

“Nonna. What are you doing here?”

“I makea the tiramisu. For my grandson Gino. He die today. I makea for you to eat, for the, come si dice?… Anima.”

“The soul?”

“Si, fora the soul of my Gino. My Jake, my new grandson, you eata the tiramisu fora my Gino’s soul.”

Jake hadn’t realised that he’d named his Mario toy ‘Gino’, subconsciously honouring his Nonna.

“Nonna, I’m busy right now. You–“

“Nonna see you busy,” her eyes twinkled, “Nonna isa nearly deaf nota blind. I see you witha the ragazzi and the ragazze. You makea da muscoli, they all likea you with da muscoli, the ragazzi and the ragazze, boys anda the girls.” She flexed her bicep. “Nonna likea da muscoli too.”

“Nonna!”

“What? Please. You eata the tiramisu. For Nonna.”

She handed him the small, individual portion. Well, individual Nonna-sized portion, so it could only feed about five.

“For you, Nonna? Of course!”

[LorianofLothric]

45 minutes ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

“Vaffanculo! Ptttt,” she spat, “Lasciami solo! Your nonna is shame for you! This a how you treata you nonna? Pttt”

Nonna? What was SHE doing here thought Jake?

Alright I thought I had seen it all there was literally nothing you could do to surprise anyone reading at this point. And then you bring out nonna. And Jake acts completely normal around her too which makes this whole situation about 16x stranger. Like what the fuck?!  Is nonna going to bring down Jake with some tiramisu? Honestly, I have no idea at this point. Not fully done processing this chapter but I just had to register my total amazement at what just transpired.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SEVENTY-FOUR

Jake spooned some cream from the top, before digging down into the various layers. To be fair, it was fucking delicious. Nonna was a phenomenal cook.

Jake ate about half the tiramisu, but he could eat no more. It was just too much, too rich, but delicious.

“Thank you, Nonna. It was delicious. Now, Nonna, I have to get back to what I was doing. Gino, would you please escort Nonna outside and take her back home.”

“Yes, master. Of course, master.”

Nonna allowed herself to be guided, no more manhandling, by Gino. “You name isa Gino? My grandson, he wasa Gino too.” They were nearly at the door.

“Gino! Make sure you make nice conversation with Nonna, all the way home.”

“I will, master.” Gino revelled in the chance to redeem his earlier error. Not that he wouldn’t be punished, but maybe he would be rewarded after the punishment.

****

Jake waited for Nonna to leave before turning his attention back to HIM.

Assad groaned. Jake turned to him, “You shall be rewarded extra, you quietly tolerated the ongoing pain, despite submitting. You ARE a well behaved toy.” Assad groaned in bliss as Jake stopped all the pain, flooding him with pleasure hormones, testosterone, growth hormone, a pleasant tingling in his balls as they ramped up their production of testosterone.

"Master, the tir–"

Jake's praise of Assad turned to rage. "SILENCE! You will only speak when spoken to." Assad began screaming in pain, unable to form words to warn his master.

Jake ignored his screams, turning to HIM.

“Now, my Toymaker.” Jake pumped his hard cock, large gouts of cum pumping from his cock, splattering on HIS face. HE tried, desperately, valiantly to avoid getting any cum inside HIS mouth, but Jake kissed HIM, violently and savagely, licking around HIS face and probing with his tongue, spreading his cum inside HIS mouth.

HE was smiling, started laughing even. “YOU’re already anticipating the joys of being my toy?”

“Not exactly, you fucking megalomaniacal fuck.”

Jake’s rage flared. “What the FUCK did YOU say to me?”

“You heard me, you cruel cunt.”

Jake was incensed. “YOU insignificant worm. YOU DARE talk to me like that!”

“I’ll talk to you in whatever way I want. After all, it is *you* that will bow down to me, and not the other way around.”

Jake was confused. What was HE talking about?

“I SAID, bow!”

Jake felt a stab of fear, outright terror. His legs seized, the muscles in his legs flexing, unbidden, forcing him to his knees. He tried to get up, his legs not responding. “What is this? I’m going to fucking CRUSH YOU. YOU’ll suffer pain for days, weeks on end. My sperm is burrowing into YOUR bloodstream as we speak.”

“I’m sure it is. Only, mine has already made it into your bloodstream and made it to your brain.” HE smiled at the terror in Jake’s eyes.

“You see, Nonna was very interested in Amber's account of your recent… exploits. She happily agreed to help us. Was the tiramisu tasty? The cream topping, in particular? It had an extra special ingredient thanks to yours truly.” HE smiled at Jake’s realisation.

“Yes. I supplied Nonna with some fresh cum for her delicious tiramisu topping.”

Jake tried to reach HIM, but HE was stuck kneeling before HIM, his legs not responding to his commands. “Once my sperm hits YOUR brain, YOU’re going to regret–“

Jake screamed, as HE flared all of Jake’s pain receptors, all at once across his entire body. “Are you enjoying a taste of your own medicine?”

Jake was writhing, screaming, his toys rushing to his aide, unable to do anything. Jake tried to tell them to attack HIM to render HIM unconscious, to stop HIS control of him, but he could not form words, his entire body cramping and writhing uncontrollably.

All of his toys, that is, except one.

****

Brad lashed out.

What Jake had failed to sense - maybe his hubris at his apparent omnipotence would not let him even countenance any possibility other than his total control, total dominance – Brad had begun to sense a presence soon after Jake cummed into him and started trying to control his subconscious.

He immediately recognised that it sounded like what HE and Jake had described - the ‘voices’ of the subconscious. As Brad continued suckling on Jake’s cock, suckling down sperm-containing pre, and cum, the ‘voices’ became clearer, more prominent. He realised, the ‘voices’ were Jake’s subconscious. He didn’t know how, but he could ‘hear’ Jake’s subconscious within his brain, which sounded exactly like how HE and Jake and Amber had described ‘hearing’ their own subconscious in their heads.

Somehow, a mechanism way beyond his graduated level of education, his ability to 'hear' Jake's subconscious also shielded him from the addictive effects of Jake's cum, his pleasure giving.

He didn’t know if his plan would work, but now was the perfect time. He could sense the pain that HE was causing Jake through the ‘voices’ in his brain - Brad added to them, overwhelming Jake's brain’s ability to process pain. His brain began shutting down, seizing as he fell unconscious.

HE didn’t know what was happening, but HE sensed Jake’s additional pain, the overwhelming pain shutting down Jake’s brain. HE didn’t know how, but HE took advantage of it to reprogram the TSPY1 gene, ‘sticking’ the change, removing the sperm ability from Jake, he would not be able to create any new toys.

As Jake fell unconscious, his toys were frantic, inconsolable.

HE now needed to heal the toys. HE would start with Brad, if Jake regained consciousness before HE’d healed all of his toys, they would need Brad’s strength until HE could heal them all.

[LorianofLothric]

Wow… just wow. I never, never, would have anticipated Jake being brought down by his love of tiramisu. And of course it was great seeing HIM humble Jake at long last that man got what he deserved. It was so strange to see that Jake didn’t really enjoy pain when he wasn’t the one causing it, oh well This was an absolutely insane climax for all the right reasons! Can’t wait to see the resolution for this disaster because Jake’s mental anguish will no doubt eclipse any physical pain that he experienced.