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Project ALPHA — Part Three: The Recruiter

Tommy Crane is dead. Thomas Crane has taken his place, a conscientious dominant man who cares for his omega Kenny Jamison. Although the two have settled into a picture of kinky domestic bliss, both have a desire for retribution against the men that drove Tommy to join a project where his death was almost guaranteed.
The first step of their plot to knock BoiBubble studios down a peg focuses on one Collin Monaghan, the man that recruited Tommy when he was still a broke college student. Wanting to leave nothing to chance, Kenny and Thomas lay a trap for Collin that they know he just can’t resist: a cute, sexy, young, especially gullible twink.

The Recruiter is a 8,800-word short story and part three of a four part series.

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Thomas flexed in front of the long, full length mirror by the foot of the bed. He wasn’t really one for showing off all too much. He was a changed man, yes, but not so drastically that he had suddenly become vain and self-obsessed. Besides, part of the reason he’d bought the mirror was that he much preferred watching Kenny stick a dildo to the mirror and ride it to a whimpering anal orgasm.

All that said, sometimes Thomas just had to admire the new body that had been given him. A certain amount of vanity accompanied his new confidence, and that was okay. As long as it didn’t become crippling.

For once in his life, Thomas felt as though the word “man” truly applied to him now. It was rather difficult to find anyone that could embody the physical essence of masculinity better than he did. What that word meant philosophically and emotionally, he didn’t know. Nor did he think it mattered all that much. He didn’t need to be a “man”. He needed to be the best version of himself.

Thomas still found it somewhat amusing that Kenny had thought he would want to go back to his old self. Yes, he had to admit, there were certain aspects of his old life that he would have liked to still have, but he felt so much better now. He was so much better now. Not to mention, he was happier with himself and a lot more confident.

If he was being perfectly honest, Thomas had come around to thinking that his old self, Tommy, was a pretty pathetic young man. Not by any fault of his own, of course, but rather than become bettered by adversity, Tommy had let himself get battered.

Thomas didn’t recall how he had come to know about the Facility’s program, but he still vividly remembered why he had sought it out. After the kerfuffle with his manager, Tommy had believed that his life had been ruined. He remembered that Tommy had thought it would be better to just give up instead of fighting and trying to fix things.

It was that part in particular that Thomas couldn’t really stomach anymore. Tommy had volunteered for the program knowing full well that many of the guys that had undergone the procedure before him had died. Tommy had gone in, hoping that he would be just another of those failures. It had been Tommy’s way of committing suicide — because he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The only good thing that had come out of it, as far as Thomas was concerned, was that he had been born out of it. All because Tommy had been as bad at getting killed as he was at confronting his many, many faults.

Of course, at first the pendulum had swung a little bit too far the other way. The young man who would have never hurt anyone turned into a savage, instinct-driven creature. “The Beast”, Kenny had called the thing that had manifested immediately after Thomas’ inoculation with the serum.

The nickname was a bit of a riot, but it was fitting. Thomas had lost control back then, after all. There had been no human element to The Beast, just raw emotion and instinct.

Thomas remembered that there had been a battle between the two aspects of himself. There had been the old, more submissive part of him that wanted to just lay down and be done with everything, and there had been the newly born aspect of himself, tired with the abuses of the world and filled with nothing but the desire to conquer.

Thomas recalled the mind-numbing arousal that had swept over him as he gave in to his animal desires. He remembered the all-consuming need to breed and display his dominance. It wasn’t really all that surprising that Kenny had — as Kenny put it — nearly shit his pants when The Beast punched through the bullet-proof glass of the control room.

Fortunately for everyone involved, that aspect of Thomas’ personality did not take him over fully. Gods knew how things would have turned out. Needless to say, after a little while, The Beast’s rage and endless desire to rut was tempered by the genuine kindness and compassion that Tommy had managed to cling onto despite his depression. Thomas, as he was now, was the end result of the balance that had been struck between his two aspects.

Thomas shifted on the edge of the bed, reaching down to brush his hands through Kenny’s hair. He groaned a bit as Kenny lapped at the head of his cock. He liked it. Liked the way that Kenny worked him over. Liked the way that Kenny loved it.

Over the last few months, Thomas and Kenny had settled into their new roles in life quite nicely. Thomas was still a bit leery about the labels that Kenny had given their two roles, especially once he got online and saw how they were used in a sometimes-abusive context there.

The thing was that Thomas couldn’t really argue that the labels were pretty catchy and illustrated who they were now. Kenny had pointed out that since Thomas had been subject 5-15 Alpha, and he was the dominant half of the relationship, that he should be the Alpha. Kenny, on the other hand, by virtue of being Thomas’ complement, would be the omega.

The conversation about labels had come at the end of a pretty long heart-to-heart about a week after Kenny and Thomas escaped the Facility. It would have happened a lot sooner, but it had taken Thomas some time to figure out how to get Kenny to be intelligent again. Draining Kenny’s genius-level intellect out through Kenny’s cock and turning him into a cock-hungry simpleton had been a lot of fun. But, even then, Thomas had known that he would eventually need to return Kenny’s intelligence not only because it was a valuable asset, but also because he had rather liked having intelligent conversations with the old Kenny.

Thomas and Kenny had talked about what had happened. Thomas, feeling guilty for changing Kenny against his will, had offered to let him go. Kenny, for his part, had given Thomas quite a big, profanity-laden piece of his mind. And although he had sounded rather incensed at being changed without his consent, Kenny eventually admitted that he liked things better as they were now than as they had been before.

Although Kenny had been surprisingly positive about the whole ordeal, Thomas had feared for the worst. He had been terrified that Kenny would leave him, and there had been a cold knot in the pit of his stomach up until the point that Kenny expressed a desire to stay and make things work out. That day had been the official beginning of their relationship, a wedding of sorts that Kenny had consummated with a quick blowjob that Thomas still contested was one of the best he’d ever had.

Thomas threaded his fingers through Kenny’s coarse dark hair and grunted. A shiver of pleasure traveled leisurely up the length of his spine as Kenny tongued his frenulum. Over the last couple of months, this had become one of their favorite pastimes as a couple. For hours on end, Kenny would kneel between his spread legs and work his cock with lots of spit and slobber — just the way that he liked it.

Thomas groaned, digging his fingers into Kenny’s scalp as he grabbed a handful of hair and bucked his hips. His cock slid in with no resistance whatsoever. Kenny’s soft, pliable lips wrapped around the base of his cock, tongue wriggling underneath his significant girth. Kenny was so good. Almost too good for him.

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Project ALPHA — Part Two: The Change

Tommy Crane is the first resounding success of the Facility’s top-secret project, but Kent knows that things aren’t quite cause for celebration. Tommy has become a savage beast with nothing but breeding and rutting on its mind, a creature of pure instinct and sexuality.
Kent needs to escape the Facility in order to find a cure for Tommy, but with things rapidly escalating, it may be too late for him to do anything but try and save himself. Even that might be easier said than done when the pheromones get to him and the beast finds him in a compromising position.

The Change is an 8,500-word short story and second in a series.

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For five years, Kent had worked at the Facility. It had been an unparalleled opportunity to advance his field, as well as do the world some good. Their research had focused primarily on creating a serum that could, potentially, give people longer lives and help them fight off diseases more effectively. Of course, there had been the military bent of creating perfect soldiers, but Kent had never really given that aspect of their research much thought.

For five years, Kent had also watched the procedure and the formula fail. Time and again, he had watched from the sidelines as men ceased breathing in the test chambers after being inoculated. And those men who didn’t even survive the first phase of testing were the best cases. Of the men who survived to make it into the second phase, many rejected the serum violently after a few minutes, coughing up blood and pus until their inevitable demise. Others, who lasted a smidgen longer, mutated into bloated monstrosities that eventually had to be put down out of mercy.

Neither Kent nor his colleagues had expected that they would live to see a successful trial of the formula. Not after everything that they had tried, all those promising tweaks and adjustments, failed. As he staggered through the hallways of the facility, alarms blaring in his ears, Kent realized how utterly foolish they had been, thinking that they could somehow usurp the delicate order of nature.

Kent stumbled along the pristine, sterile corridors of the Facility. The stark white lighting hurt his eyes as he clung to the smooth, metallic walls for support. Emergency and security personnel rushed past him, and an urgent female voice blasted out from the speakers placed at regular intervals along the ceiling. “Containment Breach! Containment Breach!”

The chaos made Kent’s head hurt. The voice, in particular, was inane. It was irritating. No one needed to be told that containment had been breached every other fucking second. Why won’t that robotic bitch shut the fuck up? he thought to himself.

Just this morning, Kent had been afraid for the safety and wellbeing of the only volunteer in their pool of subjects—one Tommy Crane, a young graduate whose promising acting career had taken a sharp nosedive for unspecified reasons. He had been concerned that like the countless other men that had come before him, Tommy would succumb to the serum, his body rejecting it and ceasing to function at best, or turning into a grotesque caricature of humanity at worst.

That hadn’t been the case. Instead, Tommy’s inoculation turned out to be a success far beyond anything Kent or his colleagues could have anticipated. The lithe, twinkish stature of Tommy grew into the huge, bulging musculature and sheer oozing masculinity of what Kent had dubbed “the beast.”

Kent had been afraid for Tommy’s life when really he should have been afraid for his own. He honestly couldn’t find it in himself to care about how the successful experiment had affected his colleagues. They had all, himself included, done a whole slew of unethical things in the name of their research, after all.

The very supply of test subjects that Kent and his colleagues performed their trials upon was of questionable ethics. Death row inmates, one and all sentenced for all manner of heinous, inhuman crimes, offered a chance for freedom in exchange for their willing participation in the research formed the bulk of their subject pool. And the worst part was that neither the Facility nor the government truly intended to set those men free.

Kent, however, had already made his peace with the fact that he was going to have to live with all that he did. Nothing could change what he had already let happen under his watch, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t find a way to prevent the project from ruining another life.

Kent needed to get out. He needed to escape. Blowing the whistle wasn’t his goal for two reasons: first, people were likely to dismiss him as a madman, and, second, the government would likely make him disappear if he did. And if he disappeared, there would be no one left to try and help Tommy return to his old self.

Whatever the creature was that the serum had created, it was not Tommy. Of that, Kent was sure. So sure that he was willing to bet his life on it. He needed to find a way to get rid of the beast and get back Tommy. That was his sole reason for wanting to escape. Otherwise, he would have elected to go down with this particular ship.

Getting out of the Facility was going to be difficult, though. Because of the containment breach, Kent suspected that the entire building was going to go under lockdown — if it hadn’t already. That alone would make escape improbable, if not impossible. Given that he had been present for the containment breach, personnel would be looking for him as soon as it was discovered that he was unaccounted for.

There was a tiny possibility that the security doors hadn’t come down yet, but it was a slim chance. Nevertheless, it was all that Kent had. He walked as fast as he could down the rapidly-emptying corridors to the nearest exit that he knew of.

Kent hunched over himself in an attempt to hide the erection that was still straining in his pants. Beyond the fear, beyond the adrenaline, beyond the concern and dismay that he felt, there was a stubborn arousal that clung to him.

There was still a part of Kent that refused to let go of the image of the huge, hulking body that the serum had endowed Tommy with. His mind’s eye clung on to the sight of the way those muscles rippled with every movement, and the sculpted, well-defined crevasses between the beast’s abdominals and pectorals. His fingers tingled with a desire to touch those bulging biceps and triceps. His mouth watered, eager for a taste of that huge cock that jutted out from between the beast’s legs and the big, juicy balls that dangled behind it.

Moaning under his breath, Kent stumbled through the corridors. His cock was so hard. The head was so sensitive. Every movement was a risk because every time his cock rubbed against his underwear the wrong way it sent a wave of pleasure crashing through him that threatened to send him to his knees.

It was getting harder and harder to think through the arousal that just wouldn’t go away. The only explanation that Kent could fathom was that he was still being affected by the pheromones. But that didn’t really make much sense. He was far enough away from the test chamber to be safe from the effects and the air filtration system would have made sure that the pheromones didn’t diffuse much further than that.

Before he could think much more on his situation, Kent rounded the corner to the exit. To his disappointment, a blast door had already lowered over it, blocking the way out. He would have tried going to another exit, but he knew better than to waste his time. If this one was closed, the others would be as well. Running away was no longer an option.

Kent turned around. His knees buckled as the motion rubbed his sensitive cock head against the fabric of his briefs. He moaned, fighting off the urge to reach down and give himself a stroke. Just one. Just to let off a little bit of the pleasure.

Kent was afraid that the pleasure was a slippery slope. That one stroke would turn to two. Then three. Then more than he would care to count. The last thing he wanted to do was to get caught in the middle of the hallway jerking off — by either containment personnel or the beast itself.

There were very few options left to Kent. The best place he could think of to run was his personal laboratory. He had the override codes for the door, which would mean that if he did the right things he would be the only one able to open and close it. He could be in relative safety in his laboratory, and it contained enough materials and equipment for him to start work on a cure while he waited for the crisis to blow over.

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Project ALPHA — Part One: The Beast

Kent Jamison is a scientist at the Facility and part of a secret research project aimed at developing a revolutionary serum that could improve living standards and extend lifespans significantly, as well as create the perfect soldier, but he has a few qualms about the experiment that is about to be performed on Tommy Crane, today’s subject, and the only volunteer to the program.

The program has so far only seen fatal rejections of the serum in all its test subjects, and having grown rather fond of Tommy, Kent is apprehensive for his safety. Although Tommy miraculously survives the procedure, Kent’s fears remain as he finds that the shy, bashful twink he’d grown attached to has become much, much more.

The Beast is a 5,100-word short story and the first part in a serial.

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Kent straightened his pristine white lab coat. In all his thirty years, he had never had a better opportunity to both advance his personal knowledge and innovate in his field than working at the Facility. But today, the lab coat he’d been so glad to receive five years ago weighed like lead upon his shoulders. The normally-comfortable cloth itched against his skin as just another sign of how uncertain he was about what they were going to do today.

But it wasn’t like they had any other choice. They had spent five long years working on a promising project that could possibly extend lives, prevent disease, and, because everything must have its military applications, improve the abilities of soldiers on the battlefield. They had also spent five long years failing to produce any results. There were near-misses, but they had been misses all the same.

The Facility was just one organization among dozens, and without results, its patrons were beginning to lose confidence. No, today had to happen because it was their last chance to secure the funding that was necessary to continue their operations. In any case, if today’s experiment failed, they were going to shut down, anyway, and it didn’t hurt to try one last time.

Kent knew all this. Rationally, the test had to happen. He had to see his research to its completion. They all did. But, emotionally, he was having a lot of trouble trying to process what was required to occur.

The door to the subject’s quarters hissed open in front of Kent, revealing a darkened room beyond. Kent walked in and clapped his hands. The lights turned on, though illuminating the room only dimly at first. Over the next minute or so, they gradually increased in brightness until the whole room was bathed in a clinical, sterile white light.

The young man on the bed tossed off his blanket and ran his fingers through his unkempt, dark hair as he yawned. He looked up and blinked blearily at Kent with his soft, green eyes. “Hi, Mr. Jamison,” said Tommy, voice slurred with grogginess as he reached up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Is it time?”

Thomas Crane was a special subject. One that, despite Kent knowing better, he had grown attached to. That was because unlike the criminals who were headed for death row who had signed up for this program only because they thought they could cheat the system, Tommy had volunteered. The young man had shown up one day, about a year ago, drenched from the torrential downpour of that night, grimy and beleaguered, and begged to be accepted into the program.

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