Toys

I look through the tinted glass at the crush of the nightclub on the other side, the collection of girls and boys dressed up like goths, the smaller groups of party people here on safari and the occasional nerd only a few encounters away from finally becoming what they want to be, putting their first toe into the water. It's incredible to be able to be this close to them, knowing that they would be shut down with panic if they even had a glimpse of what was on my side of the glass. Well, most of them.

I glimpse one or two that I call mockingly fledgelings. They know enough to get them into trouble, having had their first taste of what life can truly be. One of them catches my eye - a party girl, out to try the goth club for the night except I spot the flexibility in the latex gloves she wears, far more than you'd expect. For a moment, she looks at me, probably admiring her reflection in the dark glass rather than actually meeting my gaze but I see the expression. She'll be on this side of the glass soon enough in maybe a month or two. If I see her again, maybe I'll send one of the staff to give her an invitation.

For now though, I relax. I stretch my muscular arms, watching how the latex catches the light, hearing the creaks as the Nanotex keeps itself wrapped around my bulging arms and shoulders. Seeing the way this wondrous material clothes, the way it stretches skin tight around my physique and reveals my absurd muscularity, I can't help but feel turned on. My hands casually run over a body that would have rivalled the ancient heroes if they were real.

My thoughts are interrupted by moaning and choking sounds from below, and I look down at the woman still sucking my cock. She's beautiful, the latex only partially covering her to show off her athletic build, her dark skin still lighter than the latex that covers her eyes, head and forearms. She's still energetically sucking my tool, working it hard with both her hands and mouth despite the fact she's already coaxed several loads out of it. Of course, she wasn't my first plaything of the night. The other inhabitants of the room, a disappointing collection of young men and women who proved to be no match for me, now passed out around the furniture and floor, holes gaped and dripping with seed. A few I must admit were fun - the twins who tried to work together until I overwhelmed them both and brought them to release simultaneously using the tentacles that burst from my spine to deal with the crowd; the stud who tried to enter as an equal, to share in the other guests until I fucked him against the window and reminded him of this place; or even my personal favourite, the tall gangly twink who smiled his way through a fucking that would have broken bones in most people. All however were now crumpled mess tossed away on the floor as my lust remained unsaited.

Once, I may have felt shame at this mess but now it's as natural as breathing. It's the strange thing of wearing nanotex for so long, the feeling of losing touch with normality. Your body is is such an unreal concept, the mere addition of a few nanites into your blood wrapped with a specific material suddenly making you almost invincible, slowing down ageing, massively increasing agility, power and stamina. It's almost like becoming a god, or at least feels that way. Every feeling boosted far beyond what a normal person might experience.

I'm distracted from my thoughts when I feel a sudden increase in pleasure down below, strong hands gripping my thighs as the girl I'm with begins face fucking herself on my cock. This one, Violet, this one I shall keep. After all, how else can I reward someone who started off our time together by grabbing the largest strap on and going to town on the biggest man the drones had shuffled in as part of my collection of toys for the evening. I decide to get a better look at her. My muscles bulging slightly, I grab the ring on her hood and pull her off my cock. Letting it slide out of her mouth, slick and shining, causing her to gasp in response both at the flow of oxygen and at the sensation of my touch. I look at her body, look at the strength, the toned muscles, the definition. My cum, having escaped her mouth and nose has left a trail down her body, running over the latex hood and the abs and her thong. Her elbow-length gloves and thigh highs are both nanotex too, wrapping around her powerful muscles. She must have been an athlete before hard times let her fall low enough to become a fucktoy here. Fall is the wrong word now I think about it, looking at how the Nanotex sections around her are already beginning to merge with her skin. She's going to be something special once she's entirely wrapped in nanotex, once it starts filling her with its enhancements. It does have a habit of improving what is already there to god-like heights.

Bodily, I pick her up and drop her on her back on the central table. She gasps at the action, and I can't help but smile when I see her toes curl, an orgasm wracking her body purely at being dominated so, a change from merely sucking a cock or worshipping a latex-wrapped body. She moans and shudders again when I slide my latex-covered hand under her thong, thick fingers slick with her release sliding in and out of her, slowly adding more and more until my fist inside of her and she is keening, release after release polishing my hand with her juices.

She looks exhausted - if she was still human she'd probably be dead by now, but the Nanotex wrapping around her arms and legs fills her body with energy at my command. Veins on her exposed skin suddenly stand proud and darken around the Nanotex bands, the flow of energy causing her to gasp and breathe heavily, finally finding her voice to beg for more as I withdraw my arm from her. I can only chuckle, a deep sound that rumbles through the space and I can see her reacting to it, twisting back and forth as I slide the head of my cock against her, my hand coming to grip her lower jaw and let her taste herself on the fingers holding her jaw in place. Finally, after watching her twitch and struggle against me, watching as she understands how completely I control her, I slide into her. She twitches again but I hold her steady, fighting back against the silent scream of pleasure she produces. I waste no time however, slamming my hips into hers, truly beginning to fuck her, the force moving her around like a toy on the glass surface, pushing whatever had been left there out of the way. She tries to wrap her legs around me, to regain some control but I am not that kind of lover, at least not today. Instead, I bend her legs until she's in a mating press and then begin hammering away, the slap of my latex-covered flesh on her behind sweet music to us both. I don't need to see under the latex hood to know that her eyes are rolling back into her skull, her fingers grasping for purchase as her mind begins to break under this onslaught of pleasure. She is powerless against me and I love it.

It takes several more orgasms for her to be finally exhausted, her stamina a combination of her gradual absorption of her nanotex bindings and a few gifts from my own collection of Nanites that I pump into her with every release. However, I'm beginning to look forward to the conclusion and the night is still young. To finish, I lean down harder on her, letting her feel my weight. I press my mask against her exposed lips, feeling her immediately start to kiss the smooth black surface, her tongue tasting it desperately. She makes a squeal of surprise as the mouthpiece on my face retracts into the rest of my hood and suddenly I'm forcing my tongue into her mouth, a muscular organ that pushes her own tongue down and fills the space, the sudden lack of oxygen causing her final release of the evening to leave her in bone-crunching spasms. She falls back to the table, fingers curling like the legs of a dying spider as we both release.

It's a miracle we don't collapse the table and crack the floor.

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With my time with her finished, I stand up, looking down at the muscular woman covering the table, taking in the mess of fluids covering us both, the collection of passed out bodies around us still softly breathing. I run a hand up the body on the table, taking in the abs and her pert breasts, giving them a squeeze to feel their delights. When I reach her face. I hook a hand under her hood and lift it, giving me a glimpse of the white hair closely cropped around a striking face. She's obviously still not 100% with it, her eyes unfocused but the way I meet her gaze fills me with delight before I pull the hood back into place. This girl, I'll keep.

I call for the drones, and they enter to clean up. Clothed in white, their vibrancy is a contrast to my darkness, even as our general forms remain similar - the same striking definition, the same singular colours, the lack of facial features to terrify and unnerve. They get to work quickly, removing the unsatisfying lovers and taking them somewhere to recover. Others are cleaning the surfaces, making the room return to its original classy demeanour. One approaches me but pauses and watches as, with a thought, I absorb the mess covering my body and return to normal, the veins on my muscular form bulging for a moment. I'm not sure if the drones feel annoyance, but it takes a moment for the drone, deprived of its task, to recover and move past me to clean the windows of someone's release.

Two of the drones stand either side of my semi-conscious lover, and I finally decide what I'm going to do with her. I look at them in turn before commanding them to wrap her in a vacbed and take her up to my room, as something to save for later. The drones take my commands with no questions, no pause, quickly and efficiently deploying a sheet of black latex that wraps around the sleeping form, binding around her body and showing it off even more than the outfit had before. It begins to hover as the drones lift it, two of them trooping out together to guide it upstairs.

One drone enters with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, obviously a sign I am to be visited. So, rather than heading somewhere else for some more fun, I return to my seat, returning to look out the window at the crowd below. The girl from before catches my eye again, the fledgeling. Seems like she's attracted some followers, two party bros thinking they are god's gift. I watch as they try and get handsy and I am amused to see she has no interest in what they are trying on her.

"Would you like her to invite her in?" A voice asks "I can see the girl drawing your attention. She seems to have spirit, not to mention a certain skill with dealing with unwanted attention".

The second line draws my attention back to the window, just in time to see the fledgling use a punch from a black-clad fist to send one of her followers into the dance floor. She follows it up with a stomp to the midsection, a cry of frustration

"She looks fun. But maybe next time." I wave a hand. As if on cue, around us the drones leave, the door closing softly behind leaving myself and the Concierge sat there.

She sits across from me, letting me take in the green nanotex wrapping her body, but hidden for the most part by the satin black geisha dress. Her face is left exposed, only the same neon green on her neck matching her eyes and lips. With her hair cut short and spiked, she could be an alternative boy's dream if it wasn't for the muscular curves her arms and legs reveal. She obviously spots my admiring, raising her glass to me before standing back up.

"If you are not worn out after your... session." She looks around with a smile, obviously amused how clean the room looks now. "My mistress has a gift for you."

"I don't accept gifts from Valentina. I learned that lesson the hard way." I counter.

"Fine. Consider it a job. I hear you like getting paid, mercenary." The Concierge takes my empty champagne glass and refills it, not bothering to continue until she is once again sat down, this time sharing the same sofa, reclining backwards. "Someone, a lovely little girl named Anya, took out a loan and failed to make the repayments, now she must be punished. You're to punish them."

"Punish? How?" I counter.

The Concierge smiles. "Nothing sinister. She's to join our happy little circle, take up a role serving my Mistress. But of course..."

"She needs to be converted. And you're offering her to me to do it in a more hands-on way." I lean back. "You want me to fuck her."

"Fuck is such a strong word." The Concierge responds by taking a sip and smiling back at me. "But on a raw mechanical level, yes. But we also need you to break her. Don't pretend you haven't enjoyed this sort of thing before."

I lean back further as she places a hand on my pec, gripping the expanse of muscle. Her fingers then start to roam, coming to the centre of my chest before travelling further and further down. Her voice drops to a low purr as her fingers run through the deep trenches of my abdominals, green tinted nails in stark contrast to the black that binds me.

"Of course, " she adds. "there are other parts to this reward. Your rooms here are in need of work, so we have a new room provided, assuming you take the job. In fact that is where the girl is now."

"And why does Valentina want this?" I ask, taking a sip of my champagne as the Concierge's grip shifts to my bulge, grabbing hold of the lump and beginning to massage it. I'm impressed how despite all this, she remains focused of me, her eyes never leaving mine even as she fondles and toys with me.

She smiles "Well, she's to record it. But there is a certain element of, how you say, banking a favour. She helps you now, down the line you help her."

I pause, running my finger around the rim of my wine glass before taking another drink. However, my attempts to think are interrupted by the pressure on my bulge, the Concierge having moved from massaging to full-on groping, gripping it tightly as if willing it to open and reveal the tool inside.

I grab the Concierge's hair and pull her off me, letting her fall back onto the sofa. This just makes her laugh and flutter her eyelashes. She takes a moment to recline back before speaking, stretching her legs before fitting them in my lap. "I don't know why you're pretending to have to think about this. We both know you were already imagining it already. Imagining someone completely at your command, weak enough that you can force them to do..."

"Enough." I interrupt. "I'll do it. But at some point I'm coming back here and having my fun with you."

Her face drops and she sits upright, all sense of relaxation and humour gone in an instant. "That's not part of the deal."

"It is now." Despite leaning back, my arm still manages to reach across and grab her chin, pulling her closer despite the fury in her eyes. "I've been teased enough by your tongue that I want to feel it at work. Besides..." my hand starts to grip harder. "I'm quite sure your Mistress wouldn't want to hear about one of her main customers being disappointed."

"You wouldn't dare." She hisses but I just smile, gripping tighter, slowly pushing my muscular body to grow slightly. Even as she struggles against me, the fact her eyes grow wide as she watches me reveals who is in control here.

"I would dare. And the fact I haven't flipped you onto your face and fucked your brains out after your teasing is a show of respect to her." I smile, "Hence me giving you plenty of warning."

Standing up to my full height, I let go of her, letting her fall to the sofa as I head to the door.

--

By the time we reach my room, I'm quite sure the Concierge will be leaving me to go and beg her way out of my demands with her Mistress. She fixes me with a glower at every opportunity, even as we walk past the more human occupants of the lower levels to climb up to the special lifts to take us higher. I see a few of my friends down here, attracting fledglings into corners for conversation. Instead, I wait for the doors to close and we rise in silence, The pneumatics taking us up to near the top in a matter of moments at a speed anyone not wearing nanotex would have found very uncomfortable. Of course, not that it's immediately obvious - to blend in we have returned to more normal forms, nanotex hidden under regular clothing, for a moment leaving behind the den of sex and strength that lurks in the backrooms and upper levels to return to more pedestrian vices of alcohol and endless flirting.

The Concierge also doesn't bother to enter my room, merely gesturing to a newly installed door for me to enter through before heading away. Approaching it, I sport the hand print for a lock, one of the signs this is keyed to a unique nanotex signature. Simply placing my hand on it, I feel the panel read my palm, a slight pulling at the material that envelopes me, the soft click of the lock giving me access inside. I make sure to reseal the lock once I enter, but once that task is done, I take a moment to breathe in this new room.

It's bigger than my old one. Taller with larger windows that almost stretch from floor to ceiling. I can see the thickness, obviously designed to stop anyone, including a rutting man in nanotex, from breaking their way through. It seems all of the decorations from my old rooms have been moved up here - the walk-in closet on the way to the bedroom is already well stocked with my personal assistants. I run my hand over the curves of a few Drones packed in vacbeds, as well as checking on my latest acquisition. The woman I had sent upstairs is slowly growing under the covers, muscle expanding visibly as she sleeps and turns into a more advanced form of drone I like to use for more personal tasks. She'll be a fine piece of work once I unseal her, perfect for my uses.

It's when I enter the bedroom proper that I see my task for the rest of the evening. In the centre, standing upright and wrapped entirely in pitch black nanotex, is a female form. There is even a string around it tied up in a bow, making it even clearer that it is a gift from the hostess. Even wrapped up, I can tell this lady, Anya, is going to be a treat. Not quite as muscular as my girl from earlier, but taller than average, with a bust promising a good handful and a behind that is only formed from hours of work. Occasionally she struggles, giving me a glimpse at her face, strong cheekbones and a Roman nose.

Slowly, I begin to take off my clothing piece by piece, eyes not leaving the black-clad form standing in the middle of the room. I remove my cufflinks, taking my time to unbutton my shirt to reveal my own black latex underneath, my body still the size of a regular athletic human. It feels strange being this size after having spent the rest of the day at my full potential, muscles feeling smaller and weaker even though I'm still much much stronger than the equivalent human. The way nanotex sinks into your cells and changes them, combined with how long I've been wearing it, probably explains the unease at being so small. But, I want to use my size to full effect, so for now I'll be regular, normal, boring. Of course, that doesn't stop the nanotex from gripping my body tightly, revealing a a body sculpted from marble - defined abdominals, rolling muscles groups in my back and arms, a behind I've been told is ideally pert and a sizeable bulge at my groin that is just begging for me to let my full length out of.

While doing this, I watch the other inhabitant of the room. She's aware someone else is with her, but hasn't cried out. She flinches when I throw my shoes to one side, the loud noise seeming to scare her. When I step closer, she leans away, her breathing slowing, as if trying to hide from me. I should pull off her mask and let her see what is about to happen, but I have other priorities than being professional right now.