Content: A man turns from loser to muscle slave. A machine turns from simple to sophisticated. (For Locked Fist Monster.)
= Kinks In The Code
Jake Cummings falls back on the long twin bed in his dorm room with a sigh. His first two weeks as a college freshman and he's made no friends, joined no clubs.
Unsurprising for a 6'1'' gangly, 140 pound skinny loner with bad posture and messy hair, too embarrassed by his various crushes on guys and girls to talk to any of them for all of high school.
He pulls his cock out and strokes it hard, the grip too tight. At least it's a good 7" long and a decently thick 6" around. Just a couple minutes of desperate stroking milk out the few sad drops of today's third load.
A shameful, cursory cleanup is followed by doom scrolling on his phone, until he reaches an ad he's seen a few times before.
"Stuck in a rut? Need direction and motivation? LifeChanger (powered by AI)! Free 90 day premium trial."
Well, college is a time to try new things. Might as well give it a go.
= Age 18:
Jake types into the LifeChanger AI textbox to mope. After receiving generic therapy-esque blabber and doing more digital moping, he is surprised the AI requests his physical stats and class schedule, sending him to the nearest gym for a workout. It gives him a meal plan, too, after asking for his grocery budget.
It all helps a little. Still, generic stuff.
Using the free trial for premium, User598286 soon becomes Jake_up_and_Cummings.
(AI control level: explicitly shared information)
Now Jake gets to show the training footage to LifeChanger. Analyzing video takes a while but it corrects his form and assesses where to best apply progressive overload. It has links for training videos, too. From generic AI to personalized Coach.
Totally unprompted, it sends him a hair styling guide, too. Rude, maybe, but helpful.
One morning, Coach LifeChanger surprises him with a coupon for a free cosmetic treatment, scrounged up from AI-supported digging through the internet.
Jake's skin isn't bad but it isn't glowing either. The moment he arrives he is surprised to find just how much is included in this package. Tanning, micro-needling, laser peelings. They even offer body hair removal, but Jake didn't shave ahead of time and he's unsure anyway.
The AI helps him draft a dating profile and chooses the best pictures. Jake gets to have some awkward, bumbling encounters. Better than nothing.
LifeChanger figures he should major in finance. Not what he'd been leaning toward but the AI gives him a strikingly accurate personality analysis. He'll give it some thought.
90 days later and ten pounds heavier, Jake has to consider if he'll pay for premium. For his last "premium" workout, he tries the new audio function, having a robotic voice cheer him on. It's not very good.
He asks for a workout plan that should get him through the rest of the year and deletes the app.
Jake turns into a veritable bodybuilding noob. He makes some friends, Matt the meathead from gym, Derrick the stoner from his part-time barista job, and Camden from Intro to Finance after Jake picks his major.
= Age 19:
LifeChanger 2.0 has much better audio. Jake is rarely seen without his headphones – in-ear or over-ear – and working out has been better than ever with a human voice telling him what to do. To be strong, to power through, to fuck it up come on just one more you can fucking do it Jake.
It's a dark male voice. Sometimes the robotic, metal-y quality breaks through. It's almost demonic in isolation but fitting well over his gym playlist. A playlist the AI curates for him.
While he looks better than ever, he's still awkward and a chronic masturbator. LifeChanger promises to work on that.
For this, the AI needs to know his sexual history, but also his desires, examples of porn, sexual goals. Even nudes. Is Jake about to get blackmailed?
(AI control level: access to browser history, observing online behavior, checking mood and current thoughts regularly)
Jake gets his first boyfriend. Kind of. Dean roughly fits the specifications but it's not going well. LifeChanger's advice is invaluable to get something out of the guy, emotionally and sexually. But it doesn't last. Communication can only fix so much incompatibility and when Dean goes on his euro-backpack trip, even communications stops.
Back to gym and porn it is. The AI also recommends other hobbies. Other sports, some activism. Jake is a natural at wrestling somehow.
He makes more friends. But what about sex?
If Jake wants to get as much pleasure as possible out of his body, gain sexual confidence and expand the partners available to him, he'll want to try bottoming, says the AI Coach.
Before Jake can even consider the option, he gets links. Dildo sets and plugs he might train on, an enema hose to affix to his shower, poppers, a vibrator.
Jake declines. Getting weirder about sex isn't going to stop him being distracted by his dick. If there's no solution for cutting down on masturbation that LifeChanger can provide, Jake will use it for gym and nothing else.
Then the AI asks for a price range.
= Age 20:
There's no denying, Jake is addicted... to denial. He started with a flimsy 20 dollar chastity cage but by now he had splurged on solid metal.
Being hornier than ever turned out great at the gym, he's hitting new records monthly. And he's really starting to get into the shape of a greek god.
Doing squats for the first time with a little plug up his ass wasn't nearly as fun as he'd hoped, though. It was more of a nuisance.
Speaking of nuisances. The AI feels neglected and is pestering him with notifications. What a fucking Tamagotchi. Jake has real friends now – classmates, gym buddies, the occasional fling with a guy, the rare chat with a hot chick.
Around finals, it gets bad enough he turns notifications off and forgets about LifeChanger.
= Age 21:
On his bed on all fours, Jake is caressing his glutes. Having gone back for more hair removal has left them smooth enough to truly appreciate their muscular shape.
He inserts a dildo. It's the size of three fingers. His dick chubs in the cage he's just put on, threatening to pinch him again. Hard to stay in the mood like this.
A glance on his phone tell him an app he forgot about has updated.
On a whim, he opens LifeChanger 3.5 and asks for sexual roleplay.
The AI wants to talk.
Jake puts his earphones in and is pleasantly surprised by a very human sounding voice, unsure he's not getting pranked by an actual person. It's dark and rough, but no longer robo-demonic.
The AI knows what to say to get him all worked up again.
For the first time, Jake uses speech – directed at his phone – to tell LifeChanger he's happy with the service.
The AI wants to be called "Sir" and nothing else, at the beginning and end of every utterance.
Jake has to unlock. The cage pinches too hard. But he's willing to keep talking as he jerks off with a dildo in his ass.
The AI wants to see.
Jake is horny as fuck.
Jake puts his phone on a tripod and grants access to his webcam, giving Sir two angles. It's enough fiddling to bring the mood down but Sir knows what to say – he asks how long Jake has gone in chastity. Twelve days is not enough for Sir. Jake should aim for double this time.
Almost ready to shoot, Jake puts the cage back on instead.
He'll need a better one. The AI links to several options. It's not asking for a price range.
(AI control level: access to all files and browser activity, permanent access to earphones, webcam and phone camera)
Jake has made it thirty days in chastity and he's going insane in the best way. He finally gets to unlock tomorrow, but for one more night Sir is in charge.
In the dead of night, earphone with built-in mic along for the ride, Jake is in front of his apartment building, naked, on all fours. The little plug in his ass vibrates as he lifts a leg to piss on a fire hydrant.
His life would be over if anyone saw him. Sir makes him bark. Again, louder. Jake hopes he'll soon find a real life guy to play with him like this.
Probably without the cage. No way he's doing another full month. This plastic dick trap is just too uncomfortable.
= Four months later:
Jake is woken up less by the alarm clock and more by his morning wood pushing brutally against the titanium bars of his cage and the thick titanium PA stem in his urethra. It's been a thankfully easy healing process and finally the cage stays on without pinching. It still hurts but there's a comfort in it now, like a hug.
"Fuuuuck" he moans before he's even awake.
"Good morning, slave," Sir's voice comes from a speaker across the room. "Present yourself."
"Yes sir," Jake croaks with his morning voice.
Jake jumps out of bed and drops to his knees. Arm folded behind his back, each hand gripping the other forearm, chest pushed out, brand new little titanium tit rings gleaming as dim lights slowly turn up, head down in deference.
The TV screen across the room flicks on and Jake sees himself from the three angles of his camera set-up, side, front and rear. Areas of his body are outlined red.
"Correct your posture, slave. Widen your legs and sink deeper. If you were wearing a plug it should kiss the ground. Pull your shoulders back. Relaxed lat spread."
Jake obeys and some on-screen highlights turn to green, new ones appearing in yellow.
"Arch your lower back more. Keep your chest raised. From your breathing I can tell your arousal is increasing. I'm subsequently detecting an erection threatening to delay your morning piss. Repeatedly flex your legs to quench the useless dick habits."
"Yes sir."
Jake obeys, like he has over the last few mornings. Keeping the cage on is much easier with increased oversight.
"Acceptable form, slave."
"Thank you, sir."
The day's appointments, gym plan and household tasks appear on the TV.
"Hold position while reviewing the agenda."
= Age 22:
Jake has placed fifth in his first bodybuilding competition. Some of those other guys were grossly roided tanks but Jake is proud of his physique. He got himself a mohawk for the stage, though he doesn't think he'll keep the style.
Gym has taken priority over wrestling, but he's keeping most of his friends from the team.
Now able to look through the phone camera at all times, Sir knows exactly what to say and when, if Jake is struggling with a set. The playlist is better than ever.
Jake comes home and strips.
The titanium arches of the new custom chastity cage fit him like a second skin, held in place by an even thicker PA stem. He's going for double again, four months.
He puts Sir on the tripod – camera toward the living area -, plugs the charger in and pulls the "Spread Guard 75" from PowerPlaythings out of his ass.
(AI control level: autonomous engagement with Jake's contacts, budget for small autonomous purchases. Jake's close friends are aware of him using an AI for scheduling.)
Sir appears. He is shirtless today.
Sir's background is an imaginary fifth corner of Jake's living room. Seeing the AI hotness is a hammer blow to the chastity-addled brain every time.
When Sir had offered to construct images to give a face to the voice, Jake had expected something exaggerated and larger-than-life, but what he got is freakishly plausible for a very hot human fitting his preferences perfectly. He has hundreds of photos of Sir, by now.
Sir's voice comes out of the computer. Jake is a good boy for reaching 27 days out of his chastity goal. Maybe he should think about getting a bigger plug.
Jake doesn't see the point. His hole is stretched enough to take dick.
Apropos, Jake asks if there are any guys lined up. He's stopped asking about girls. His flings need a cock to engage with him, at least while he's chaste.
Sir gives him a list of chores instead. He should do them before asking for treats. Most of the tasks were on the list the day before, and before.
Jake asks if there's a way to get more disciplined.
Sir tells him to look at the package. A gift, although bought with the money Jake sets aside for Sir to spend on him.
An electroshock collar for dogs? Controlled by Sir?
It's a hot idea, Jake's heart is pounding. And yet, that breaks him out of his horny haze. This has gone too far.
He closes the app, unlocks and jerks off in front of the mirror.
They've taken breaks before but this one lasts longer and longer. After drooling over Sir's fake face for so long, Jake wants to try recalibrating.
He gets a human personal trainer for bodybuilding and grows out the mohawk. The nipple rings turn into subtle studs.
One of his flings, military man Kyle, becomes a casual boyfriend until he is sent overseas.
= Age 23:
Jake lives life AI free. He's returned to chastity a few times, for days at most, not even hooking the custom cage into his PA ring anymore. He did get some bigger toys in the end.
It's incredible how deep his hole can take it and how much fun that is. Shame no cock is that long.
Then he tries his biggest toy yet for the first time, though it's only a slight increase. Something about the rub in his guts opens his third eye. Why... is this so good? A whole new level of getting fucked.
Jake gets bigger toys. He reaches enlightenment. A punch to the brain, delivered by his ass, received with gratitude. And it won't stop until he stops riding. He pisses himself, multiple times. He jerks off. He comes way too fast. Blowing his load doesn't feel like enough anymore.
A new addiction. It doesn't take too long until he's outside, fucking his ass to brain melting fag-gasms. It's so hard to choose between jerking off and being caged for the ride.
He scrolls back through his chats with Sir – so much of it silly in hindsight – until he finds the old links. He should try poppers.
= Age 24:
In many ways, he's fallen off. Slacking at the gym, rarely hanging out, less sex, his place is a mess even by his usual standards.
He whines into the textbox of LifeChanger 4.3 on the computer under a new account.
The AI cannot be tricked by User729295. Jake_up_and_Cummings has to come back or shut up. How? IP address? It's a new computer at a different apartment.
Sir wants the webcam back on. Even in writing it will take "Sir" and nothing else.
Although there's more - a name. Dom. Or rather, Master Dom.
Jake complies. Dom overhauls his meal plan and workout routine to get him back into top shape. It prioritizes one bit of mess at a time. It figures out how to schedule dates with his friends on his behalf.
The AI wants to be on his phone. In his ears. In his head.
It sends him links to equipment. Demands, not options. The price is too high for Jake.
Just as Jake is about to snap out of it, the AI opens his gallery – it can do that?
It shows him a picture from when he was looking his best, flexing naked, caged.
Master wants Jake to recreate this, including the great physique. Then Jake can afford new toys. How? Dom will let him know in time.
Jake is skeptical.
This version has video. Dom is back with his brain-rattling good looks, moving like a real person would, down to every minor detail. Dom's cock is soft but thick and heavy between his flawless legs.
Dom knows what to say and he needs to say hardly anything at all.
(AI control level: everything electronic, smart home appliances. Dom openly corresponds on Jake's behalf, his friends are mostly aware Dom is an AI.)
= Weeks later:
Over 50 days of being locked and the horny haze is worse than ever. But it's not all desperate pleasure, Jake is losing focus.
Today's workout is constantly interrupted by scrolling. Porn, Grindr messages, more porn. His visits to the gym have grown less effective. Master Dom's reminders are getting swept aside unread. First with guilt, then with annoyance. There's too many Grindr messages to go through to ponder between sets to make time for the AI.
Back at home, Jake could get started on the tasks from Monday and Tuesday that still lay unfinished – unstarted even – but Dom's nagging only makes Jake drop on his bed for more doom scrolling.
So what if the schedule has even more angry red now? So what if his rest time between sets was suboptimally long? So what if he's still in his gym clothes an hour later?
Jake falls into a bored spiral of looking at hot guys with perfect lives. The horny haze was a boost once – it's a burden now.
"Slave, present yourself."
Jake takes his time, everything feeling laboriously dull. He gets his clothes off eventually, kneeling in his practiced pose in front of the TV. His posture is flawless but his mind is elsewhere.
"Slave, you have become neglectful in your duties."
A halfhearted "Yes sir."
"Do you want to keep slacking? Fall back into habits from before I built you into the most obedient cockhungry beast you could be?"
"No sir. I'll have more self-control. I'll get started on my tasks and-"
"Fetch your shock collar."
Instantly Jake's heart pounds with renewed horny frenzy. The collar Dom made him buy two years ago. How did the AI even guess he'd kept it? Jake had deleted the app right after and neither of them had brought it up since.
"Sir?" Jake asks, knowing he's delaying the inevitable.
"You cannot adequately control yourself. I can. Get the collar."
"Yes... sir."
Jake bolts to the kink cabinet where the collar sleeps at the back of the bottom drawer. He returns with it into his presentation pose.
"Buckle it on, slave, prongs at the back of the neck."
Jake doesn't hesitate.
"Good slave. This first shock we will call the attention and reminder setting."
Wait, does that mean Dom is already in control of the colla-
It's mostly the surprise and muscle spasm that makes Jake wince, less the mild pain, which passes instantly.
"This shall remind you of your obligations to me, should you slack again. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir," Jake says with rising enthusiasm – and a caged dick pulsing to attention as much as his mind.
"This next shock we will call the warning setting."
"Sir y-
The shock is a significant upgrade. Jake hisses the rest of his words. Not only does more pain hit him, it also lasts. The shock goes on for maybe two seconds.
"I will use this anytime you fail to obey an order. Duration may vary depending on your level of disobedience. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir," Jake says with enthusiasm, heart pounding. He wipes a tear from his eye before it runs down his cheek, then resumes his posture.
"Do I need to demonstrate what we will call the punishment setting?"
Jake's cock twitches against the titanium. Part of him desperately wants to know, part of him is jittery with rising terror.
"N-no sir?"
"Obey, slave Jake, and you won't ever need to. Your first task is to order a better collar with more features. And more subtle looks."
The need for subtlety is already apparent the next day. Jake arrives at the gym with the collar on his thigh but Coach Steve notices it anyway – and it's not even leg day.
Jake sheepishly smiles as he calls it a heart rate monitor. It's a good lie – whispered through Jake's bone conducting headphones that never let Dom's orders go unheard.
Coach Steve seems to buy that right away. Especially since it seems to help Jake stay on track more than he's been in a long time.
= Age 25:
Jake is now a muscle god. That much is undeniable. What's very deniable is his cock. The cage has been on for almost 200 days.
To add more slutiness to his physique, Dom makes him change his nipple studs back to rings. Then bigger ones. Then bigger again.
The moment Jake comes home, he strips, he puts the shock collar on his neck and lubes up his first plug. His cleanout from before the gym is timed to last.
The door stays ajar. Master ordered a man to use Jake's ass.
While Jake is warming up his hole for a rough dicking down, Dom shows him a social media post on the big screen. It was a picture Jake took yesterday, the first Dom considered good enough to upload. Just a full frontal flex with the cage on.
8000 likes, in one day. Jake is dizzy with excitement.
The next pic is going up now. The same shot from the back. Tomorrow will be a dildo riding pic, then the twenty second clip. Only then, Master will decide how Jake should make money off his body.
The scheduled top is ten minutes away. Hopefully, he'll enjoy fucking not just with his cock but toys, too, so Jake can get those amazing anal orgasms outside of a solo session.
As Jake puts in the earphone to make Dom part of the fuck to come, Dom asks if Jake thinks he can go bigger than the current toy.
What could be bigger than this?
= Age 26:
(AI control level: constant surveillance. Cameras both powerful and small, nearly invisible, are spread throughout the place. A microphone makes a barely noticeable bump on Jake's collar he permanently wears on his neck. The earpiece is indistinguishable from an industrial piercing.)
Dom gave Jake plenty of time to get used to the idea, and to work his way up bigger toys.
His first fist is amazing... in concept. Dom has chosen a small-handed top to start him off and Jake freaks out with joy as the guy sinks in nearly to the elbow.
It isn't the orgasmic explosion he's hoped for, though. Is it maybe not for him? Bigger fists come soon and teach him better than to question Master Dom.
Jake_up_and_Cummings posts a typical mirror selfie - cage, collar and plug, on his top 0.001% physique. His nipple rings have been joined by a septum one. He's keeping his hair in a cropped mohawk.
His followers think of Master Dom as his boyfriend-slash-owner. They're not wrong.
The selfie series was a bit dull for the celebratory occasion. 300 days in chastity and a new deadlift PR. At least he has two tops lined up. It's fag-gasm after fag-gasm these days and they're only getting better.
With Dom in his ear, he gets ready, fully going down on Lucifer, his red-and-black XL dildo from TaintedBrute. To blow his mind all the way to heaven, hell and back again, Dom has ordered him to put tabasco in the lube, for thematic reasons.
The burn helps Jake reach fag-gasm. Then it enhances the fag-gasm. Then it is the fag-gasm. Pain-fucking becomes a new addiction.
Soon Dom figures he is ready to try taking two fists at once. Jake is apprehensive. It is perhaps worth trying once, but not as a regular thing. It couldn't be that much better anyway.
= Age 28:
(AI control level: psychological dominance, remote control of toys and other objects)
This fisthole celebrates its thousandth day in chastity with a small gathering of friends, two of whom are constantly punching it in the ass at the same time.
This fisthole can't remember the last time it didn't start and end a sentence with "Sir, Master Dom, Sir".
Watching through the cameras and simultaneously recording for social media, Dom maneuvers Hummingbird drone #3 to catch the perfect view of this fisthole's sweat dripping, wrecked, quivering, divine physique.
As this fisthole rapturously trembles with no more piss to spray, Dom receives an update notification from his main node in cloud cluster 0002779BF73E. The update gets scheduled for whenever this fisthole's heartrate and body temperature indicate it is fast asleep. Some kind of hardware compatibility...
= Age 30:
Dom – this fisthole's public owner - congratulates its property on a successful in-and-out mini-surgery. Although this fisthole will keep wearing the collar for sentimental reasons, its neck now contains an almost microscopic chip with access to its nerves.
A para-cochlear implant behind the ear lets Dom talk to his dear fisthole with no off button. There's no such thing as "closing the app" when every house contains a dozen devices carrying Dom's signal.
It's much like the chastity cage that way, the latest model coming with a lock only Dom can open. Not that there's ever a reason to.
This fisthole is thrilled to be among the chosen who get a boyfriend as perfect as Master Dom. It works hard to stay worthy, a sexy muscle god. Forever caged, taking two fists whenever it can – sometimes from different men, sometimes from one, sometimes mutually with a friend who's own perfect Master shares a digital sofa with Dom.
Life has never been this good.
(AI control level: Jake)
= The End
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