Husband 2.0

I married Tony right out of college. It had been the perfect young romance. He was a business major with big dreams of entrepreneurship, I was into political science and I expected I’d be running the world soon enough. We were the perfect pair – talented, ambitious, and sexy as fuck.

Seven years later and things aren’t looking so shiny. I work for the city, reviewing development permits and re-zoning applications.

When I took the job I thought it’d be something nice and easy to pay the bills. In the meantime I could build up my volunteer experience and become a community leader. Eventually run for city council, then Congressman, and twenty years from now, President. I’d have to stay in shape, build up that resume, and hustle really hard.

Instead I roll out of bed about an hour before work every morning. I barely have enough time to shower and make coffee before I catch a bus. By the time my day finally wraps up, I’m too drained to do much more than eat supper and scroll through Instagram.

It’s not even my fault. Tony was supposed to be the successful entrepreneur. He was supposed to have the flush bank account so I could pursue politics without worrying about some stupid day job. Since we graduated though, it’s like he lost all motivation.

I won’t sugarcoat this for you – my husband is a lazy sack of shit. He got a ‘temp job’ as a bank teller and seven years later he’s still there. At least I’ve gotten promotions and pay raises, but Tony only does the bare minimum and it’s so freakin’ obvious.

We’re going nowhere fast, and we’re doing it in a shitty apartment. I’m not impressed.

I miss having dreams.

A couple months before my 30th birthday, I was laying in bed, scrolling through Instagram. Tony was out in the living room, playing video games way too loud. He’s my husband, but he drives me nuts sometimes, and not in the good way.

My Instagram feed is just photo after photo of thirst trap guys. You know the type – you’re following them too. I scrolled through them, letting my eyes linger on each set of heavy pecs and tight abs for a few seconds before I swiped to the next photo. They might be basically identical, but I still loved taking a close look at each one.

Every so often I’d come across an ad. Usually for some at-home workout accessory that promised to blast my chest or chisel my jawline. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve spent way too much on my credit card over the years. Our storage unit is full of wasted money.

One ad had a picture of two hunky models wearing speedos, arms wrapped around each other as the sun set on a beach. The text read “Husband 2.0 – Renew Your Marriage”.

Probably some travel deal or whatever. I kept scrolling, quickly forgetting about Husband 2.0. I drifted off to sleep a couple hours later, barely taking the time to kick off my jeans and plug in my phone. I don’t know when Tony finally came to bed.

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A couple days later, I had a drink with my buddy Omar. He always makes me feel better. His husband Chad is so much like my husband Tony. It’s hard to believe, but I guess it’s just the type of guy we’re attracted to. Big ambitions, big dicks, not a lot of follow-through in either case.

“Dude, I haven’t been laid in like... at least a month,” I complained. “And Tony acts like I’m his mother or something. Cooking, cleaning, everything. He just slouches there on the couch and cracks open another beer.”

“That sounds super frustrating,” Omar said, nodding along. We were at this fancy bar downtown with a great view of the city. Most weeks we meet up and splurge on a couple overpriced cocktails to console ourselves.

“Hell yeah,” I complained. “But it’s nothing new to you. Chad’s always acting like the world owes him a handjob just for showing up.”

I probably wasn’t being fair to Chad, and I probably shouldn’t talk about another guys husband like that, but Omar and I were close. Chad had been this hotshot biochem student in college, and he’d even gotten a job working at the university after, but that just meant he spent all day writing grant proposals and lecturing undergrads. The guy dragged his ass home, just like Tony.

“Yeah... he kinda used to be like that,” Omar said with a shrug. “But this last week or so he’s been doing a lot better. Like... a lot better.”

“Oh do go on.” I tried to raise an eyebrow and ended up looking silly.

“It’s uh... fuck, this is kind of embarrassing to say, but I made some changes to our relationship. Chad’s been being like... the perfect husband. He brings me coffee in bed, he’s been hitting the gym everyday, he’s even been doing the cooking and cleaning – all of it!”

“No way,” I said in disbelief.

“He even seems excited about work again...” Omar said with a smile. “It's like being married to a whole new man.”

“Why’s that embarrassing?” I asked. “What’s your secret? Some kinky fantasy shit? Locked him in a cock cage and he’s calling you master?”

Omar glanced down at his drink and looked embarrassed. I hadn’t seem him do that since he cheated on a math final in college.

“It’s uh... it’s nothing like that,” he said. “You’re not going to believe me.”

“Try me,” I shrugged. “Maybe it’d work on Tony.”

“Okay... so, I was scrolling on insta the other day and I saw this ad. I was sure it was a total scam, it didn’t even really... like I didn’t even know what it was promising. But I’d finished off a bottle of wine and Chad was snoring in the bedroom so...”

“What was it man?”

“It’s this thing called ‘Husband 2.0’,” Omar admitted. “It’s not cheap. Like... I maxed out a credit card not-cheap. But I swear dude, it was worth every penny.”

“Dude, I saw that ad,” I said. “The guys on the beach, right? Isn’t that like a vacation package?”

“No, it’s this ring,” Omar said, lowering his voice and leaning in close over our drinks. “It’s like... this ring you put on his finger and it can actually... this sounds unbelievable, but it can actually update his software,” Omar whispered, making air quotes with his fingers.

“I don’t understand,” I said, puzzled. “What does that even mean?”

“It like... I don’t know exactly how it works. But you download this app and you can make changes to whoever wears the ring. I made Chad way more energetic and tidy and uh... I amped up his sex drive a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“We had sex twice,” Omar grinned. “Yesterday. In fact... I shouldn’t stay out too late. He likes to get to bed early now so he can hit the gym first thing, but he also really likes going to bed with his ass full of cum. So...”

“Go,” I laughed, signalling for our bills. “Enjoy your robot husband or whatever.”

Omar just giggled and took off. I stayed and had a couple more drinks, thinking about how much I missed sex.

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I stayed out late, wandering around the city. I kept passing young lovers holding hands and laughing together. When I got home, Tony was already fast asleep, snoring away his Friday night.

I took a shower and changed into some sweatpants. God, I looked tired. Or maybe weary is a better word. I just looked like I was done with this shit. I poured myself a cup of orange juice and scrolled through my phone absently, watching model after model flash by on my screen.

And then almost automatically, almost without thinking, I thumbed over to my text messages. Omar was at the top, his last text confirming our cocktail appointment.

Almost instinctively, I tapped out a message.

> What was that link again?? the ring thing...

I let my finger hover over the send button for a second. I almost stopped myself. Almost.

It only took Omar a few seconds to text back. There it was. I couldn’t pretend this was an accident anymore. If I clicked that link, it meant I wanted this. If I clicked that link, it was because I wanted to reprogram my husband.

I bit my lip and tapped the link.

I typed in my credit card number, cringing a little at how much money I was wasting. This was like every stupid purchase I’d ever made, all rolled into one.

But if it worked even half as well as Omar said...

If it meant Tony would be just a little bit better...

I mean, it probably cost less than divorce...

I tapped the ‘buy’ button. For just a second, I hoped that my card would be declined. But my credit score is way too good for that.

It would arrive at my office sometime in the next few days.

Tony spent the whole night stealing the blanket and snoring.

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I got up Monday with a pit in my stomach. The Husband 2.0 people had emailed me a tracking code over the weekend, and it turned out they were overnighting the package. I’d probably get it before the end of the day. Can you believe it? When I ordered that ab exerciser thingy it took nine weeks to show up.

Tony was still snoring in bed when I left. I assumed he had the afternoon shift and tried to be quiet about getting ready. He’s lazy and selfish, but that doesn’t mean I need to be an asshole.

I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching him sleep. His snoring had quieted down, and it was almost like watching my college boyfriend again. I missed that guy... I wondered if I’d have him back soon.

“Mmmm... hey,” he mumbled, opening one eye and seeing me there. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah babe, everything’s good,” I said.

“Okay,” he mumbled, struggling to open both eyes. “Love you,” he said, flashing me that smile that made me fall in love in the first place.

Then he rolled over and hugged his pillow tightly, eager to catch a little more sleep.

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I tried to focus on work that day. It’s not a glamorous job, and I’m not even sure it needs to be done, but they pay me to sift through documents and it seems like there’s always a backlog of work.

I was on my third coffee of the day and my eyes were starting to go crosseyed when the mailman dropped a small package on my desk.

“You got diamonds in here?” he laughed. “Someone paid for it to get overnighted over the weekend.”

“Yeah... some friends of mine pulled a heist, I’m gonna launder these for ‘em,” I joked.

“Watch it,” he laughed. “I work for the government.”

I don’t know what it is about government people, but they all think they’re funny. I’m the only one around here with a real sense of humour.

I checked around the corner just to make sure I was really alone. The parcel was small and light. This barely seemed worth blowing money on, much less the amount I’d spent. But I dug into the envelope anyhow and found a small ring box. It looked like the sort of thing you could get from a kiosk at the mall. A little pamphlet fell out of the envelope alongside it.

I opened the lid and gave the ring a look. It was plain, like a stainless steel band. I hoped that I hadn’t just wasted thousands of dollars on a scam.

But Omar said it worked.

The instructions laid it out pretty clearly. I had to download the app, then I needed to put the ring on someone’s finger and it would be able to sync. I put the app on my phone, but the thing wouldn’t let me do anything until the ring was on a finger.

Sure as hell, it wasn’t going on mine. I tucked the box in my jacket pocket and tried to focus on work for a couple more hours. Do you have any idea how boring development permits are?

I rode the elevator up to our apartment, anxious and sweating. The whole walk home, I’d been arguing with myself about the ring. On one hand, Omar seemed pretty happy with the new Chad. But on the other, did I have any right? Was I seriously going to update my husband’s software? I don’t remember that anywhere in our vows.

All that concern evaporated when I entered the apartment. Tony was hunched on the couch, half a pizza and a half dozen empty beer cans scattered on the coffee table. The console was fired up, and Tony was playing through some old school shooter game.

“Hey,” I said. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Tony said, not really registering my presence.

“Did I forget your day off?” I asked. I glanced into the kitchen. There was a garbage bag on the counter, full of scraps. It was starting to stink.

“Nah, I called in sick,” Tony said, giving me a lopsided grin. “Wanted to finish this game.”

“Huh...” I said. That’s peak Tony, right there.

The world would be fine without him.

“Hey, can you pause that for a sec?” I asked.

The console gave a little chime and Tony looked at me. I knew he expected me to give him shit. Whatever. It wouldn’t be a problem much longer.

“I got you a little gift,” I said, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out the ring box.

“What is it?”

“Look and see,” I said, handing it to him.

He tugged open the box and pulled the ring from its container.

“Aw, thanks Greg,” he said, genuinely smiling. “What's this for?”

“Just you being you,” I smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, sliding it onto his ring finger. “Looks good, huh?”

“Yeah, looks great... I’m gonna make some supper. You want some, or are you full on pizza?”

“Uh... maybe a little,” Tony said. “That was a morning pizza.”

I took out the trash, then made us chicken strips and macaroni while Tony killed aliens or zombies. I could never tell with these sorts of games. Whatever they were, I grabbed the second controller and we spent a couple hours killing them together. Tony keeps a fair amount of beer in the fridge, so I grabbed us another and we spent the evening laughing like it was old times.

“Alright, I’m beat,” Tony finally said after we finished the final boss. “I’m gonna hit bed.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’m going to stay up and do some stretching. Maybe grab a shower.”

“Man,” he laughed. “I don’t know how you do it.”

With Tony safely in bed, I pulled up the app and started to make adjustments. The app synced to the ring quickly, showing me a mess of stats about my husband’s personality. It looked like these were his ‘default settings’.

It wasn’t good. His motivation was set to 2/10, and his self worth was at 1/10. At the end of the list, his sex drive was an even zero. Damn, I felt sorry for him. Whatever I was doing here, I was doing him a favour.

I started messing around with the settings. It’s hard to know what to pick – is there a difference between someone who’s 7/10 tidy versus 8/10? A lot of the time I just slammed the sliders all the way to ten. Who wouldn’t want a husband who’s self-confidence was to the max, who was ambitious to the max, and who has has a sex drive set to ten.

I looked over the list one more time, then hit the big blue “APPLY CHANGES” button at the bottom. A progress bar showed up on screen.

> 1% complete – estimated time 3 hours, 12 minutes

I plugged in my phone just to be safe, then went and grabbed a shower. My hand wandered down to my cock, and for the first time I realized how achingly hard I was. Something about setting up Tony’s new personality was seriously turning me on.

I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some onto my hand. I lightly ran that hand up and down my cock, stepping out of the water so it wouldn’t wash away. For a few minutes, I lightly pumped my cock until I was on the edge of an orgasm.

I grunted, putting my other hand against the side of the shower. Finally my cock jumped, spraying the wall with cum.

“Fuck me,” I muttered. That was the best jerkoff session I’d had in months.

When I got into bed, I saw the ring on Tony’s finger, glowing with a faint blue light. There was a band of blue that went about a third of the way around the ring, almost like a progress indicator.

> 37% complete – estimated time 1 hour, 59 minutes

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I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee.

It was early. I usually set my alarm for seven, while Greg prefers to roll out of bed closer to nine. That means I’m tiptoeing around the apartment trying not to wake him. But this morning... fuck, the sun was just peeking over the horizon and I could smell fresh coffee.

This is what married life is supposed to be about.

I rolled over and unplugged my phone. There were a bunch of notifications, but a new one caught my eye.

> (3:05 AM) Husband 2.0: Update Completed

I tapped on the notification and the app popped open. There was a big green banner at the top that said “Update Completed!”, and all the sliders were greyed out. I scrolled all the way to the end of the list before I found out why – there was some text there now saying that his new settings were locked in for six months to allow for ‘acclimatization’, whatever that means.

I waited for my morning wood to go down, then I stepped out of the bedroom. Tony was hard at work in the kitchen. He was showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of gym shorts and an old workout tank. I don’t think I’ve seen him dressed for the gym in years. It was just $45 a month from our bank account that he refused to cancel.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Tony teased gently, giving me a big smile and pouring a cup for me. He added more cream than sugar, exactly the way I like it. I didn’t even know Tony knew my coffee order.

“Hey babe,” I yawned, gratefully accepting the cup. It was my favourite mug too.

Tony turned his attention back to a sizzling pan on the stove. Bacon and eggs. I didn’t want to push my luck, but if I asked, would be make me some?

“Mmmm, those look good,” I said, trying to be subtle.

“Good! These are for you,” Tony laughed, sliding the food onto a clean plate. As the caffeine hit my system, I started to notice more detail. The kitchen was totally cleaned and scrubbed. Tony had clearly done the dishes before he started cooking.

God... he looked so sexy.

“Should I wait?” I asked, pointing my fork at the plate.

“No way,” he said, soaping up the pan. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay and eat – I wanna get to the gym before it gets busy.”

“Uh... okay,” I said.

“Hey, come here Greg,” he said, gesturing me over. I put my plate down at the coffee table.

Tony grabbed my hand – I could feel the Husband 2.0 ring heavy on his finger – and pulled me in close. He tilted his head and leaned in for a heartstopping kiss. Fuck, my morning wood was back with full force.

He felt my cock against him and smiled. With one hand he reached down and gave it a soft squeeze.

“I gotta go workout,” he said regretfully. “But save this for me. I wanna fuck you tonight.”

I just nodded and stood there while Tony stepped around me and grabbed his backpack. A few seconds later, he was out the door and gone.

“I could get used to this,” I said to the polished kitchen.

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Tony phoned me at work and told me to wear something nice for dinner. He’d shown up at the house at 5:30 sharp, dressed in a freshly cleaned suit and carrying a rose for me. Now we were sitting on the 18th floor of a hotel, enjoying the view from their fancy restaurant.

“So what’s all this about?” I asked, my curiosity bursting out.

“Why does it have to be about something?”

“C’mon, we don’t have the money to just splurge like this...” I said nervously. “Tell me what’s up.”

“Well, okay... I got a promotion at work today. I went and talked to Dennis – that’s the branch manager – and we agreed that I’ve been a teller for far too long. Starting tomorrow, I’m an account executive, helping our richer clients manage their money.”

“Oh babe, that’s great,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, it is,” Tony grinned. “My base salary is only about ten grand higher, but I get commission too.”

I thought about how Tony had been acting the last few days, ever since I gave him the ring. He was confident and aggressive.

“That’s perfect for you,” I said, knowing it was true. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” he said smoothly. “Trust me G, by this time next year, we’ll be rolling in it.”

“I have no doubt,” I said, smiling at the waiter as our drinks were delivered.

Tony told me about his new job for a few more minutes. I’d like to say I was paying closer attention, but I was looking around the room and checking out the other patrons. Tony and I have this game we play where we make up life stories for other people in restaurants. It’s one of my favourite things.

“Hey,” I said eventually. “What do you think that lady over there does?” I pointed out an older lady with greying hair, wrapped in a silk shawl.

“I don’t care,” Tony said unexpectedly. “Tonight’s about you and me G.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You sure? I think maybe she’s an escaped convict, posing as a real estate agent.”

“All I’m looking at is you,” Tony said. Under the table, I felt his dress shoe lightly brush against my calf. “I wanna bury my cock in you so bad.”

The entire time we were eating, made it clear that his only goal for the evening was to pound me to heaven and back. By time time we stumbled into our apartment I was good and drunk, so Tony pushed me towards the bedroom and pulled off my suit. It only took a second before I was spread naked on the bed.

Our sex life had gone from non-existent to almost-too-much. Tony was lubing me up on a regular basis, and tonight was no exception. He slid his cock into me confidently, moving his hips in that way that drives me fuckin’ wild. I moaned, grinding my body towards him, letting him dominate my ass.

“Fuck yeah...” Tony said over and over. “Fuck yeah G.”

I moaned again, hoping he understood.

“That’s right, take my cock you fuckin’ slut,” Tony moaned. He’d never been this vocal back in college, but it was kinda cool to see this side of him come out.

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The next Thursday, Omar called me to cancel drinks.

“I’m sorry bro,” he said. I could almost hear his shrug over the phone. “Chad needs my dick tonight.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” I laughed, subconsciously flexing my butt. It had been three weeks since I’d changed Tony into his newly over-sexed and over-motivated self. “I was kinda hoping for a night off!”

“Sorry man,” Omar said. “Chad seriously won’t take no for an answer these days.”

“Okay. Later,” I said hanging up the phone.

Behind me, Tony was making supper. I hadn’t had a night off in weeks, but I hadn’t cooked in weeks either. Unfortunately, Tony had started getting really controlling in the kitchen too. Every portion was weighted and measured, compared to some optimal nutrition chart that Tony had worked out. He insisted on managing my diet too – he was constantly making sure I was loaded up on fibre and protein, had cut my sugar way down, and refused to make enough for seconds.

I’ve been sneaking candy bars at the office, just to feel normal.

“What was that?” Tony asked with a friendly tone.

“Just Omar,” I said. “He had to cancel on me tonight.”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something to do,” Tony laughed, giving me a flirty wink.

“I don’t know if I’m up for sex tonight,” I protested. “I mean, you’re great. Your cock’s amazing, really. But... I need a night off man.”

“C’mon G, I haven’t gotten off all day,” Tony sighed. “I cook, I clean, I just brought home the biggest paycheque either of us ever saw... why you gotta play with me bro?”

Maybe I’m a pushover, or maybe the new Tony is just such a stud I can’t help myself. After I ate my carefully portioned food, Tony put his arm around me and asked if I wanted to watch a movie.

“Sure babe,” I said. I couldn’t believe how happy I was that we were doing something other than sex. A month ago, I would have slapped myself just for thinking the though. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Whatever,” he said. “You pick. I’m just gonna change into some sweats.”

Tony came out of the bedroom wearing this new pair of bright red sweats and no shirt. The old Tony was all about blues and greys, but ever since he’d put on that ring... Tony liked to be noticed. And frankly... I wasn’t sure if all his work in the gym was paying off yet, but he’d been dieting and it showed.

I picked out a movie – some superhero thing I thought Tony would get into. He plopped down next to me and pressed play. We barely got through the titles before he had his arm around me and was nibbling gently on my neck.

Five minutes later the movie played in the background while Tony hoisted my ankles over his shoulders and filled my hole with his cum. I moaned and wheezed and shot my own load all over my chest.

“Mmmm... I got an early morning G,” Tony said, kissing me on the forehead. “I’m gonna head to bed. Why don’t you shower and finish the movie by yourself?”

Some days that guy treats me like his personal cumdump.

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It took two months before I was ready to kill him.

Every fuckin’ day, he had his cock up my ass like he owns it. Every fuckin’ day, he was measuring my food out like I’m a goddamn invalid. Every fuckin’ day I’d hear how ungrateful I was, how he brought home all the money, how I never clean up after myself.

Maybe this is someone else’s ideal marriage. Somehow I’d stepped into my own personal hell. I never thought I’d miss the old days, where we’d crush a few beers and play some video games. All Tony wanted to do was take me out to fancy restaurants and order wine that I couldn’t pronounce, then expect me to be so impressed I’d grab my ankles and scream.

I was fuckin’ exhausted.

It wasn’t my fault that I needed a break. Some variety. The Husband 2.0 app still showed three months and 22 days until I could update Tony’s settings again. So I did the sensible thing – I turned to another app to solve my problems.

For the first time in years, I downloaded Grindr. I angrily scrolled down the list, half looking for some variety, half looking for a way to get back at Tony. I picked a torso at random and messaged him.

> I want you to blow me

It only took a second for him to respond.

> Mine or yours?

I grinned.

> I’m married. Let’s do yours.

He texted his address. I didn’t tell Tony where I was going, I just slipped out while he was in the bathroom and hailed a cab. Ten minutes later I was in front of some anonymous apartment building downtown.

Buzzer. Elevator. Unit 912.

“Hey,” said a dark haired guy. He was wearing black sweats and a white t-shirt that showed off his gut.

“I’m Greg,” I said.

“I’m horny,” he said.

He pulled me inside, leading me down a hall to his bedroom. He held my hand, tugging me along until we were inside.

“Get on the bed,” said, pushing me backwards. I bounced on his mattress and settled back on my elbows. “I wanna suck your cock,” he growled.

He pulled my jeans and boxers down so they were bunched around my knees. Then he knelt down on the carpet and opened his mouth to take in my cock. The guy sucked hard. Not a lot of subtlety or variety in his tongue action, but I didn’t care. He was built like a vacuum cleaner.

Sex with Tony was all about Tony. But this blowjob was all about me.

It took me about five minutes to blow my load. He pulled off at the last second so I could shoot cum all over his face.

“Hot...” he said, licking it as it dripped off his nose.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You can show yourself out?” he asked. “I’m gonna rub one out.”

“You need any help?” I asked. I felt weird just... being the centre of attention.

“Nah, but thanks,” he said. “I’ll take care of myself.”

“Alright.”

I pulled my pants up and left.

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When I got home, Tony was waiting for me. Like, leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for me.

“Hey G,” he said casually. “Where you been?”

“Uh... I went out for a walk.”

“You sure?” he asked. “I turned on your phone tracker thing a few weeks ago, so I know exactly where you went.”

“Yeah, for a walk.”

“You were in some sluts apartment building,” Tony said confidently. “You think I don’t know when you’re getting laid?”

Okay, I know I just did it to get back at Tony, so why did I feel like shit.

“I’m not even mad,” my husband said. “I’m just disappointed. You know I love you G, I only want what’s best for you.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said rolling my eyes. “You’ve been using me like I’m some cumdump slut,” I complained.

“Shit... you really feel that way?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Tony took a step away from me, then turned and walked into the living room. He sat heavily on the couch.

“Shit G,” he said. “I know I’ve been pretty intense lately. I’ve been feeling this whole new zest for life. I never meant to... I just want... everything. I never meant to make you feel... I care about you so much.”

“I know,” I said, sitting in a chair across from him.

“I just want to be a good husband for you, y’know? Work hard at the office so we can afford nice stuff. Work hard at the gym so I’m your stud, right? I want you to want me G, the way I want you.”

“Yeah...” I said. “Tony, I’ve got to confess something.”

“What’s up G?” he asked, looking at me with vulnerable eyes.

“I uh... fuck, I don’t know how to say this,” I said, looking down at the floor. “I did something, and I’m not sure it was the right choice.”

“What’s up G,” Tony repeated. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”

“This is gonna sound like science fiction,” I admitted. “But... a couple months ago, I bought that ring you’re wearing online, from this company called ‘Husband 2.0’. It let me... change you. Update your personality... and now you’re behaving exactly the way I wanted you to behave... the way I thought I wanted you to behave.”

I looked up and finally made eye contact again. He was looking at me gently.

“It’s okay G,” Tony said. “I know. Like... the second day, I went through your phone and saw the app. It’s okay.”

“I fucked with your head.”

“I feel the way I always wanted to feel.”

“No,” I protested weakly. “You feel that way ‘cause...”

“Listen to me G,” Tony said, getting up and moving to sit on our coffee table. His knees were practically touching mine now. “I’ve been feeling like a piece of shit for years. This ring... it’s like a new lease on life. I’m finally the man you wanted to marry. It’s okay. It’s more than okay. I love you so much G, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re just saying that...” I said.

“No,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you. But I also don’t want to lose the new me.”

Tony got up and walked over to our coatrack. He grabbed his jacket off the wall and reached into the inner pocket.

“I’ve been trying to decide when to give you this,” he said. “I got you a little gift...”

My stomach dropped. I recognized the box. It was the same box I’d given Tony.

“No,” I said immediately. “I’m not going to put that on.”

“Aw, what’s wrong G?” he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “You didn’t have a problem when it was my brain you wanted to re-wire.”

“Get that shit away from me,” I protested. “Look, I told you, what I did was wrong.”

“The thing is G, I really do love you,” he said. “I saw my ‘devotion’ slider. Maxed out, ten out of ten. It’s just who I am. And if you’re not into me... this me... we’ll just have to fix you.”

“Fuck you,” I said, backing away. He was between me and the door, and this apartment isn’t small enough to dodge around him. I imagined a scenario where I jumped the kitchen counter, but that didn’t seem plausible.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Tony said. “You just wake up new.”

Like that was going to make me feel better.

“Fuck you. I don’t want to be some high-intensity alpha male,” I said. I could make it to the balcony, but we were twelve stories up. This wasn’t like climbing down a drainpipe.

“Relax G, I don't want that either,” Tony said. “Trust me. I’ll set you up right.”

I tried to dart past him, hoping the surprise would get me through. Instead I found myself slammed against a wall, held there by his powerful arm. Shit, those intense workouts were really doing the trick for him.

He kissed me forcefully, pinning me to the wall.

“You’ll want this,” he said, reaching down and squeezing my balls. Massaging them through the fabric of my jeans. Even as I wanted to run, I could feel myself getting hard. “C’mon G, you feel like you’re enjoying yourself already. You’ll enjoy life even more after...”

Tony dropped to his knees and tried to unzip my jeans. Fucker was gonna give me a blowjob before he turned me into a zombie? Fuck that.

I gave him a knee to the chest, knocking him away from me and winding him. Giving me just enough time.

I ran to the door, jeans undone and underwear exposed. I burst out of our apartment and headed for the stairs.

“You little bitch!” I heard Tony yell through the door. “I’ll fuckin’ get you for that!”

I sprinted down the stairs and made it to the parking garage. I didn’t have my keys, but I figured this was probably safer than trying to exit through the main doors. I was worried he’d be waiting there for me.

I didn’t feel okay until I reached the sidewalk. I walked as fast as I could without drawing attention, grateful for the safety of a crowd.

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I didn’t know where to go. Everything I needed was sitting upstairs on the coffee table – keys, wallet, and phone. I didn’t even have bus fare.

So I headed for Omar’s place. He knew about Husband 2.0, he’d be able to understand. Besides – I needed to warn him. Tony had gone full psycho, which meant Chad could be a ticking time bomb too.

It took me about half an hour to get there. I was cold, chilly in the autumn weather, wishing I’d grabbed a jacket on my way out. But that would have cost two seconds, and even in retrospect, I don’t know if I could have afforded two seconds.

Thank god Omar answered the buzzer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Greg,” I said, trying to sound normal. “I’m just out for a walk... wanna come join me?”

There was a pause.

“Uh... it kinda sucks out right now bro,” Omar said. “Chad’s away on a work trip. Come on up, we’ll have a beer.”

Even better. Somewhere safe and warm to regroup. We could really talk it over. Maybe Omar would know what to do. He buzzed me in, and I eagerly rode the elevator upstairs.

Omar opened the door shirtless. He was wearing an old pair of sweats and nothing else. But that’s not the weird part.

For as long as I’d known him, Omar had been covered in thick black hair. It’s just who he is. Now it was gone, waxed off his chest, shaved off his face... even his mop of curly black hair had been trimmed back to a short cut. It made him look ten years younger.

“Uh, hey man,” I said, glancing down at his hands. No ring. “That’s a new look, huh?”

“Yeah, Chad suggested it,” Omar said with a laugh. “It still feels weird, but you gotta admit, I look hella sexy.”

“For sure,” I said, stepping inside.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Omar called over his shoulder. “You look like you need that beer.”

“It’s been a wild day,” I said. “Look dude... we gotta talk.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll make it right,” Omar said confidently, rummaging around in the fridge. I stepped into his living room and planted myself on the couch. In the kitchen, Omar opened the beers and came to join me.

I took a long drink. The whole story seemed unbelievable, but...

“Tony went nuts,” I said before taking another long pull from the bottle. “He just tried to give me one of those Husband 2.0 rings. He got... really aggressive...”

“No shit,” Omar said, taking the first sip of his own beer. Mine was already half empty.

“Yeah. I think he was gonna force it on me,” I said. My hands were shaking. My heartbeat was racing, just telling Omar about it.

“You’re okay,” Omar said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Dude... I’m so worried Chad’s gonna do the same thing,” I said.

“Just drink your beer. Calm down,” Omar said. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

I took another drink and tried to breathe. My stomach was twisted up. My vision was blurry. Was I having a fucking panic attack?

I tried to put my bottle on the table, but instead I dropped it on the carpet.

My muscles were going slack.

“Fuck... what did you...?” I said. I could barely move.

“It’s okay,” Omar said, watching me slump down on the couch. “You’re gonna be okay.”

I tried to talk and the words wouldn’t come.

“He’s ready!” Omar called out brightly. I tried to focus. What was happening?

I heard footsteps. Chad stepped into the room. He must have been in the bedroom. Damn, he looked hot. All suave, in a sharp suit and with a fresh haircut. He looked pumped and confident, just like Tony.

“Hey Greg, you in there?” Chad asked, tapping me on the forehead and giving me a big grin. “Don’t worry baby, your husband will be here soon to pick you up. I texted him as soon as you buzzed. You think he didn’t call to warn us?”

I grunted, trying to scream for help.

“You’ve been a good boy,” Chad said, talking to Omar and ignoring me for the moment. “Helping your Daddy out like that.”

I couldn’t see them, but I knew Omar was grinning.

“Can I go change into my good boy clothes again?” Omar asked eagerly.

“Yes Omar, go right ahead,” Chad said, making it sound like he’d just given Omar a winning lottery ticket.

I heard Omar rush into the bedroom, leaving me and Chad alone. Chad ignored me, his phone making those fake keyboard noises as he texted someone.

When Omar came bounding out of the bedroom he passed through my field of view. His smooth body was covered only in a mesh thong and a red crop top. He was sporting a wide grin and empty eyes.

“You’re a good boy,” Chad said affectionately. “It’s time for your reward. Greg, I bet you’d like to watch?”

I couldn’t reply.

“Chad stood in the middle of the room, making sure I could see him. He unzipped his suit pants and pulled out a monster cock. Thick and veiny. Omar quickly got on his knees, letting Chad slap his face over and over with his dick.

“Suck it,” Chad ordered.

Omar dived onto his cock, sucking with wild abandon. Omar and I had hooked up a few times in college – before Tony and Chad were ever in the picture. I’d never seem him this eager to give a blowjob.

He was loving the hell out of it. Omar was acting like a total cockslut.

He didn’t even pause when there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” Chad called, gripping Omar’s hair tightly. He guided Omar’s head up and down his cock, moaning as Omar followed his direction.

I heard the door swing open and confident footsteps enter. They paused when they reached the front room.

“God G, you’re so predicable,” Tony sighed. His face entered my field of vision, blocking my view of Omar working on Chad’s cock. I felt my body move as Tony rearranged my limp limbs, propping me up into a seated position.

“Why don’t we finish what we started?” he said, flashing me a perfect smile.

He pulled my pants off, discarding them to the side. Then he knelt down on the carpet and wrapped his lips around my cock. I can’t control that thing. It only took a minute until I was at half-mast.

Tony pulled that damned box from his pocket again.

“It’s a shame you weren’t more open to this,” Tony said. “We could have made this sexy. We could have had a glass of wine and picked out your new life together. It could have been fun!” he said, giving me a big grin.

I grunted defiantly.

“Yeah, well, now it’s only fun for me,” he said.

Tony slipped a metal ring over my cock, carefully maneuvering my balls through it one at a time. It felt tight, like it was gripping around my shaft, and the added sensation was only making me harder. I moaned, wishing it didn't feel so good.

I started leaking precum. Sure, I’d already cum once today, but between the cockring and the erotic scene in front of me, I was probably going to blow my load again.

Tony turned and motioned to Omar, telling him to take over. Chad nodded subtly, giving his approval, so Omar jumped over to my dick. God... he was so eager...

“Here we go,” Tony said, punching information into his phone. “The ring is all synced and... just a minute Omar, go slow, I need to get these settings in.”

Omar licked the underside of my cockhead slowly, teasing me.

“Okay, there we go,” Tony said. I felt him kiss me on the forehead. “It’ll all be better soon.”

“Go ahead and make him cum his brains out,” he said to Omar.

Omar sucked eagerly, driving me to the edge, even as I tried to resist. I couldn’t help it. My cock started pulsing. I saw a blue glow on Omar’s face as my cockring lit up with it’s blue progress indicator. It seemed like a thousand years, my cock just kept spurting until my balls were completely empty.

I couldn’t move. Maybe it was whatever Omar had slipped in my beer, but this felt different. This felt like I didn’t even want to move. I relaxed on the couch, feeling new information stream through my mind as my brain was overwritten with new programming.

I always wanted to be a politician. To be important and powerful. I tried to hold onto that, but it was slipping away like water through a mesh thong. Oh my god, this was impossible... I always wanted... I always... huh?

Nothing was the same anymore.

How silly was I, worried that Tony was too much of an alpha male? I like... I love that about him. I crave alphas, always have! Alphas know how to keep me safe and happy, right? I’m like... totally... I need an alpha. God I was lucky Tony loved me!

I’m so lucky. Tony always treats me like such a sexy slut. A horny hole for his hot cock. I’m a total cumdump for Tony and any other man who wants it.

I always wanted to be a slut. Tony is like... god I love him.

You know what I don’t love? All these clothes. I can feel the fabric rubbing against my skin, making me itch. Ugly clothes are like... so uncomfortable. Tony already took off my pants, but my legs are soooooo hairy... gotta fix that. I gotta get smooth like all the other whores.

It’s so wrong... why didn’t I realize this before?

I always wanted to be a slut. A whore. A thirst trap sex object.

I wanna support Tony in his goals. His big, strong, alpha goals. Tony is smart. I’m just a silly little thirst trap, thinking is too hard for me.

I just wanna be buff. I just wanna be beautiful. I just wanna draw a crowd.

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It was dark out when I woke up. I giggled. God, did I sleep like... all afternoon?

I could see Tony over at the dining room table, sitting with Chad. The two alphas looked super busy, they had a computer open and lots of papers and stuff. I overheard them talking about some smart invention thingy, but it’s like... so hard to pay attention to that sort of boring stuff. That’s for alphas.

They said they were gonna make a lot of money. That’s hot. I like money.

I’ll help out Tony however I can. I’ll be big and buff and beautiful for him! I’ll make sure he’s happy.

I looked over and saw Omar. He looked happy too. He got rid of that crop top somewhere and was silently doing yoga in his thong. He was moving smoothly from pose to pose, stretching his body to the limits. I love stretching my body. Maybe we can do yoga together!

Tony noticed me looking around, so left Chad at the table and walked over to me.

“Hey G, how you feeling?” he asked.

“Uh... like, overdressed?” I said with a dumb laugh. I picked at my t-shirt.

“You should do something about that,” Tony said, raising one eyebrow.

“Okay!”

I jumped up and started grinding my hips against the air. My cock was getting hard fast as I slowly teased my t-shirt up over my chest and finally off my body. I spun it around with one finger, finally releasing it. Then I turned around so Tony could get a good view of my ass and bent down, pulling off one sock at a time.

The whole time I shook my booty at him, hoping he’d fuck me right now.

When I finally turned around, I saw Chad at the table, watching appreciably, rubbing his alpha cock through his pants. Tony looked satisfied. I could see his bulge pushing out too.

“You’re a good boy G,” Tony said.

I answered by flexing my bicep and making my cock jump.

“Later,” Tony said, sounding just a little disappointed. “Chad and I are busy doing important work, but we’ll go home in a couple hours, and I’ll fuck you before bed.”

“Really?” I cheered. “Thank you!”

Tony turned and headed back to the table.

“Omar,” Chad said. “Why don’t you help Greg get cleaned up? And loan him some clothes – it’s not like Greg can walk home naked.”

“Why not!” I laughed.

“It’s a good idea G,” Tony said. “Go with Omar and let him loan you some clothes.”

“Okay,” I said happily. If Tony wanted me to wear clothes, I could wear clothes. I bet Omar had lots of cute outfits. Cute outfits aren’t itchy, just the ugly ones.

“Let’s go,” Omar said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the bathroom.

“Just remember to save your load until we get home,” Tony reminded me.

He’s so smart!

We didn’t talk until we got into the bathroom, and even then we kept our voices low. Our husbands were doing such important work, we didn’t want to interrupt them. Of course, we didn’t lock the door... maybe they’d decide to join in!

“Omar...” I said. “I’m worried that I won’t have a load for Tony tonight! I blew my load like... lots.”

“It’s okay beautiful,” Omar said, reaching down and cupping my balls. “Your ring will keep you making cum all the time. I have to cum like... at least three times every day...”

“No way!” I shouted, almost forgetting to keep my voice low.

“Now... Daddy says to clean this up,” Omar said, gesturing at my body. I looked in the mirror – Chad was soooo right. I was covered in hair and fat and like... not nearly enough muscle. I was so lucky Tony picks my meals, cause I was such a bad boy before. Sneaking candy... what was I thinking!

“I’m so happy you joined us!” Omar said, slathering me with shaving cream. “It’s been like... a long time since Chad gave me my present. I used to be so stupid, but now I’m better. I’m such a good trophy boy for my husband. It’s like... all I think about.”

“Oh em gee,” I said. “That’s how I feel about Tony! He’s such an alpha... he should have a thirst trap for a husband.”

“Totally,” Omar said, sliding a razor down my back and slicing away the clumps of hair.

We chatted for a long time while Omar helped me look sexy. I was so happy – imagine if we hadn’t got matching cockrings? Omar and I have been friends for so long... and now we were gonna be sluts together, forever.

I helped Omar pull his mesh thong off his body, then we both got into a hot shower. Omar scrubbed me down, making sure my pores were super clear. I scrubbed him down, enjoying how easy the soap went over his dark skin.

Omar even washed and conditioned my hair. He let me suck his cock while he massaged the shampoo into my head. I was really careful to only edge him. I couldn’t believe how silly I used to be... I always thought cocksucking was like a weird chore. Now I understand – it’s like breathing!

Eventually Omar made me get off his cock. Chad needs his load for later. So instead I rimmed Omar’s ass while he washed his own hair.

Once the shower was off, we patted each other dry with towels. My hair is like... totally not sexy, but Omar showed me how to use sea salt in it, and I sort of made it okay enough, at least until I can get to a stylist tomorrow. Omar told me about this new salon he goes to where the owners are like... the hottest twinks! I can’t wait to try it!

Omar plucked out a few stray eyebrow hairs and loaned me his eyebrow pencil, and we agreed that we should both go and get them shaped tomorrow too. It was going to be a full day.

Then we just had to finish up the basics. We moisturized our skin, put a plumping balm on our lips, and made a plan to go to the gym tomorrow for a few hours after my hair appointment. I’ve got so much work to do on my body, I was so happy Omar would be there with me.

We wrapped tiny pink towels around our waists, just so we wouldn’t distract Tony and Chad. Unless they wanted to be distracted, then we could drop ‘em fast.

In the living room, Omar helped me gather up my old clothes.

“Can I throw these in your garbage?” I asked, looking at my baggy jeans.

“Oh yeah, totally,” Omar agreed.

“Clothes should be hot and slutty...” I complained. “These aren’t hot OR slutty!”

“Oh my god, your clothes are all so hot and slutty!” I cried out.

“Yeah... after Chad made me like... awesome. I couldn’t wear *anything* from before. It was all so horrible...”

“You got rid of all your old clothes?” I asked, thinking about all the shopping I’d get to do.

“Daddy told me to keep one outfit... just in case I had to pretend to be like... the boring me.”

“Ooooh...that’s so smart,” I laughed ditzily. “I’d never think of that. Should I do that?”

“Nah brah, we just needed it to catch you!” Omar admitted. “Now that you’re a hot slut like me, I can finally get rid of those baggy sweatpants!”

I clapped excitedly.

Omar had so many great pairs of underwear. I settled on a bright purple jockstrap, eager to keep my hole accessible. Then he suggested a cropped white tank top and a pair of tiny purple rugby shorts. Perfect!

“Call them a gift,” Omar offered. “You look hot.”

He rummaged around and found a fresh red thong.

“So.... do you think they’re still working hard?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Omar shrugged. “Hey, do you wanna practice our kissing for a while?”

“Totally, but let’s do it in the front room,” I said instinctively.

“Yeah, cause then they’ll know we’re not still getting you clothes,” Omar said smiling.

“Yeah, and everything’s better with an audience,” I said with conviction.

We made out on the couch, feeling each other up and moaning quietly.

“G, we gotta go,” Tony called. “C’mon.”

I gave Omar one last peck, then jumped up and ran over to Tony. I stepped close to his side, wrapping myself around his body seductively.

“Is Daddy ready to go home?” I asked, nibbling his ear.

Tony smirked at Chad, then slapped my asscheek and headed for the door. I chased after him, eager for his cock up my ass.

We spent the car ride in silence. I’m so lucky Tony knows how to drive. I stared out the window and watched the lights slip by.

Five minutes later we were in the parking garage. I wished Tony would bend me over and fuck me right there. God, he’s so sexy.

Tony unlocked our door – I forgot my key! Then he told me he was going to brush his teeth but that I should get ready.

I strutted into the bedroom. This is my domain. I got naked in record time, landing my hot new clothes in the laundry basket. I knew I’d be doing the wash now. The cleaning and cooking and vacuuming. Tony was waaaay too important to do that. I love being able to support my alpha.

I grabbed lube from the nightstand and gave myself a thorough lubricating. I bent down over the bed, putting my ass on display, just in time for Tony to walk in.

“Fuckin’ fantastic G,” he said with a grin. He had hung up his suit and was standing there in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Come get what’s yours,” I said, jiggling my ass at him.

“Shit,” Tony said. “This Husband 2.0 shit is the real deal.”

He pushed his perfect cock into my hole. In, out, in, out... I relaxed, hoping he’d last forever. Eventually I felt his dick jerk inside me and his hot cum flooded my ass. My cock jumped, releasing its own spray.

“Go get yourself cleaned up,” Tony ordered. “I’m going to sleep.”

I gave Tony a deep kiss goodnight, then headed off to the bathroom. I wanted to take a long hydrating bath.

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I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, giving myself a critical look. I had lost a lot of fat and gained a lot of muscle. My heavy pecs hung over a tight sixpack. My wide back my shoulders look broader. Impossibly heavy squats had forced my ass to become a thing of beauty.

I had it all. Tony was a lucky man.

I picked up a mesh jockstrap from the counter, slipping it over my smooth legs. I’d managed to talk Tony into getting me laser hair removal for Christmas. I was gonna be smooth forever!

Once the thin pouch had settled over my cock and balls, I reached for a white t-shirt, mostly made of spandex. I squeezed into it, loving the way the fabric clung to my skin.

With that over my head, I started the long process of making my hair perfect. I wear it in like... this curly pompadour, tight and permed and spilling over. Jayden, at my salon, says it makes me look five years younger. Guys were always staring, wishing they were me.

Then I did all the things that guys have to do to be presentable. I plucked my eyebrows and shaded them. I outlined the contours of my face with subtle makeup. I used three different kinds of moisturizer. It’s ridiculous what men have to do, but I bow to the demands of society.

Then I got dressed. A pair of dress pants that make bystanders want to fuck me. A crisp white shirt that looks best wrinkled on a bedroom floor. A purple bow tie and suspenders, then topping it all off with a tuxedo jacket.

Tony needs some arm candy tonight, and I aim to please.

A couple hours later, we were at an event, walking into a giant hotel ballroom. Something for Tony’s work. I don’t really ask questions, I just make sure I’m ready when he picks me up.

“Excited about tonight?” an older man asked Tony. He had white hair and bad teeth, but he was hot, the way every guy was hot.

“Yes sir,” Tony said deferentially. “I think we’re going to really show you something.”

“I hope so.”

“Have you met my husband?” Tony asked. That was my cue.

“Hello,” I said, giving a sexy smile. “I’m Greg, Tony’s better half. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”

“Yes, I imagine it would be,” said the older man. “Your husband is a talented man.”

“Don’t I know it,” I laughed, shaking my ass subtly.

After the older guy walked away, Tony leaned in close to my ear.

“All these guys,” he whispered. “I bet your hole is aching to get fucked, you slut.”

He was so right. God, he knows exactly how to drive me wild. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck my tight ass... too bad he liked to ‘keep it appropriate’. I probably wouldn’t get fucked for hoooooouuuurs.

I wasn’t the only thirst trap here. Lots of these guys must have been trophy husbands, just like me. I could see Omar on the other side of the room, riding Chad’s arm and laughing at some joke. I wondered what kinda underwear Omar was wearing tonight...

I thought about borrowing Omar for a few minutes, taking a little trip to the bathroom, really letting him go to town on my ass. But that might make Tony look bad, so I kept it in my pants. For now.

Eventually we got to sit down at all these tables. Tony made sure I was seated, then took a place on the stage. Chad was up there with him, leaving Omar wherever they’d landed.

The old guy I’d flirted with earlier was up on stage too.

“For the past three years, our company has enjoyed unprecedented success with our ‘Husband 2.0’ product,” the old guy said, reading off a set of index cards. Smart. I can never remember what I meant to say either.

“And for two years now, Tony Rossi has been leading our R&D team in the creation of our new product: Basic Boyfriend. Imagine – no more bulky hardware. No more clunky apps. It’s a simple oral spray that can instantly reprogram a man.”

He held up a small plastic container. I could barely see it from my seat. Boring.

“There are six flavours of ‘Basic Boyfriend’, and a single spray is enough to change a man’s personality. Three sprays will warp a man completely – both physically and mentally.”

That sounded kinda hot.

“Our market projection suggests we’ll ship over a ten million units in the first year. Every gay man in the world will buy his favourite flavour and say goodbye to his boyfriend troubles. Now, that’s enough talking – let’s welcome up Tony Rossi to give a demonstration, along with the lead researcher Chad Collins.”

I clapped along with the crowd. I loved when Tony got attention like this. It felt almost as good as when I got attention...

“Hello everyone,” Tony said, taking the microphone and looking directly at me. “Now, as you can see, Basic Boyfriend is an oral spray, much like a breath freshener. The container holds 12 sprays, enough for four complete transformations. We anticipate that the average gay man will use a container every one to two months.”

“But you don’t want sales projections,” he said. “You want to see it in action. So let’s bring up our test subject.”

Tony signalled someone offstage. Two security guards came forward, hauling a struggling middle-aged man. He was wearing a bulky sweater and an ugly pair of dockers. God... why couldn’t people just like... dress good?

“What the hell are you doing?” the man demanded. Without a microphone though, his voice sounded quiet in the large ballroom.

“We haven’t selected this subject for any special qualities,” Tony said, ignoring him. “This is a random test subject we selected off the street.”

“I’m a citizen! I’ve got rights!” The guy just wouldn’t shut up.

“The flavour we’re using tonight is ‘Twunky Toy’, Tony said. The annoying man kept yelling. Tony easily sprayed some Basic Boyfriend into his mouth. Meanwhile Chad stepped up to the microphone.

“As you can see, the mental transformation takes place almost instantly,” Chad said. “You can see the subject has already stopped struggling. With Twunky Toy, he’s regressing mentally to about 23 or 24 years old.”

The security guards were able to step off stage. The middle aged man stood there calmly, a wide smile starting to spread on his face. He fixed his posture, standing up straight and pushing forward his chest. God, he looked better just like that.

“He’s gay now, if he wasn’t before,” Chad narrated. “And his only interests now are sex and muscle. This product is much less nuanced than Husband 2.0. Husband used the subjects existing personality as a base, but Basic Boyfriend simply wipes out the pre-existing matrix and substitutes it with ours.”

“Oh my god,” the man squealed loudly, moving closer to Tony. “Oh my god, baby, I’m soooooo sorry.... Like, I don’t know what came over me!”

The middle aged man moved to wrap his arms around Tony, but Tony pushed him away. The man opened his mouth to protest, allowing Tony to hit him with two more quick sprays of Basic Boyfriend.

“Three sprays is enough to cause a full physical transformation,” Chad explained. “The spray combines the subjects pre-existing genetic information with our built-in presets, creating a unique twenty-something Twunk body to match his new mind.”

We were all staring, watching as the middle aged guy stretched and shifted, his body totally reforming itself. Bones popped, muscle and fat redistributed, a thick head of hair grew in. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was a twenty-two year old with amazing genetics.

“Like... no way bro,” the twunk shouted in his deep voice. “That’s like... not even possible!!”

Everyone in the ballroom clapped, rising to their feet and giving my husband all the adoration he deserves.

Tony leaned in, whispering something in the new twunk’s ear. The young man whipped off his scratch sweater, exposing a powerful torso. He was definitely gonna need an Instagram.

The hottie turned around, letting us see how his bubble ass was pushing out of his stupid dockers. He threw his arms up in the air, flexing into a double bicep pose.

Yeah, definitely gonna follow him on Insta.

I licked my lips. I was so proud of Tony, and I couldn’t wait for us to get home. Getting pounded by his cock was like... a privilege.

I watched the twunk on stage pose and flex while we all clapped. God he was hot... I hoped Tony would bring him home too. Let him fuck my ass for a while.

Maybe he’d fuck me all night.

I’m like... so lucky.