Catch of the Day: Blitz

Nate was drenched in sweat, his thin body working hard as he pounded his lover’s ass. His cock was hard between Connor’s cheeks and the two men were gasping for air. Connor was doing his best to be quiet, a pillow muffling most of his ecstatic screams.

“I love your cock so much,” Connor moaned. “Oh my god, I just love your cock so much.”

Nate grinned. He loved Connor’s ass too, though he never needed to scream it out in quite the same way. Instead Nate gushed over it at brunch with his besties. Connor was just like... the perfect guy. So many of the guys Nate fucked were boring – they wanted to have deep conversations or go out on dates. Not Connor – his lover was a sex-crazed poolboy – the deepest thing about him was his deep end.

“Fuck me,” Connor moaned. “Fuck me baby.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Nate giggled. “You’ve got such a hot ass, I can’t believe you’re mine!”

Except he could believe it. Connor used to be in the frat too – a straight college guy who was interested in eating pussy and drinking beer. He still liked beer, but after Nate had taken him to a live show by Travis, Connor was the hottest gay guy he knew. Empty headed, tanned and toned, and so horny he needed to cum at least ten time a day.

Connor jerked off three times before getting out of bed. In other words, Nate’s ideal guy.

“I’m gonna cum...” Connor gasped. “i’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Me too baby,” Nate moaned. “I’m gonna shoot right up your ass.”

“That’s like... so fuckin’ hot,” Connor panted. “Uh... uh... uhhhhnff!!”

Connor shot his load all over the sheets. He squeezed his ass tight, massaging Nate’s cock and making the cum explode out of him.

“Oh my god,” Nate screamed before collapsing. “That was like... so sexy.”

“Yeah,” Connor grinned. “Weird fuckin’ at your place though,” he laughed. “I thought after I quit the frat... like... I’m not s’posed to come over here and fuck anymore, right? Like those are the rules?”

“Oh who cares,” Nate grinned. “You’re a big sexy man, and I’ll fuck your ass wherever I want.”

He laid there, curled up in Connors arms for a few minutes. He could already feel Connor’s cock starting to get hard again, lifting the thin sheet off Nate’s skin.

There was a knock at the door. Connor rolled off the side of the bed, crashing onto the carpet. That just made Nate giggle more.

“Yeah,” he called out.

“Hey,” Barry said, sticking his head into the room and wrinkling his nose at the smell of sweaty gay sex. “There’s some guy at the door for you, and uh... I think it’s something official. He’s wearing a suit and everything.”

“Okay,” Nate sighed. “I’ll be right down.”

“Bring Connor too,” Barry chuckled. “The guy’s looking for him. Both of your names are on some list.”

Barry closed the door. Nate rolled to the other side of the bed and stared down at his lover.

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” Nate giggled. “We’re like... not fooling anyone. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Connor said, shaking his head. “Just confused.”

“Like that’s new,” Nate joked, tugging on a jockstrap and a pair of skinny jeans. “Look, I’m gonna go find out what’s happening. You go get cleaned up – and maybe we’ll play again later.”

Nate pulled on a rainbow tanktop and checked his hair in the mirror. He could see Connor inching up behind him.

“I’ll go shower,” Connor said, giving his sexiest smile “But we’re definitely gonna play more, no maybe about it.”

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Marc racked his last rep and stood up straight. He was squatting four plates now, an amount he used to think existed only in cartoons and comic books. His glutes ached from the workout – a good ache. Marc couldn’t get enough of it.

He cracked his neck and headed for the locker room. Hopefully one of his buddies would be in the shower...

“Hey,” Marc grinned, giving Eduardo at the juice bar a high-five. The muscled hispanic guy was a fixture in the gym – he honestly seemed to live there. “Gimme the usual,” Marc said. Sure, you could get cheaper protein at the grocery store, but Eduardo knew just how to flex and move as he mixed the shake.

“Good workout bro?” Eduardo asked, handing the big man his fuel.

“What do you think?” Marc asked, lifting his sweaty tank and letting Eduardo admire his cut abs. The two men went back and forth, flirting until Marc finished his calories.

Sadly for Marc, the locker room was empty. He rinsed off in the shower and fingered his hole a little, but none of his friends showed up to play. Instead he had to dry off alone and go back to his locker. Too bad, he thought squeezing his cock, but he’d get some soon enough.

He squeezed into a tight pair of jeans – the perfect blend between slutty and masc – and stretched a Superman compression shirt over his wide chest. If Marc lifted like a comic book character, it seemed only fair that he dressed like one too.

Marc left the gym and headed for his motorcycle. A man wearing a dark suit was standing close by. He perked up when Marc walked in his direction.

“Hey,” Marc said with a charming grin. “Look buddy, I dance, that’s all – you can’t pick me up for a fuck or anything... if you wanna fuck me, you gotta get buff first.”

“I don’t want to fuck you,” the guy chuckled. “I –“

“Oh, sorry bro,” Marc interrupted. “Then yeah... sometimes I top. Uh, I don’t do the business side, but if you wanna talk to Teddy at the club, then –“

“Stop,” the man in the suit said, holding up his hand. “Let’s start over. Hi, my name’s Agent Ries, and I’m with the government. We need your assistance. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

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“I do not understand what American government wishes with me,” Dmitry said with a thick Russian accent as he was walked down a generic office hallway. There was a square jawed man in a dark suit walking a half step behind him. “I pay my taxes. I vote when TV says I must vote. No, I do not fuck women... but I believe this is allowed here, yes?”

“You’re not in any trouble,” Agent Rogers said reassuringly. “But your adoptive government is requesting your assistance – and I think you’ll enjoy giving it.”

“Ah, I understand...” Dmitry said with a bright smile. “Perhaps I am here for... private party, as you say? Some official who wishes to pretend like he fucks the women? Is okay... in Soviet Russia, we learn how to be discrete.”

“Here we are,” Agent Rogers said, sounding relieved to finally end the conversation. He opened the door and ushered Dmitry into a large conference room. Dozens of men were packed inside, a few of them were sitting in chairs, but the vast majority were leaning against walls. Dmitry saw plenty of familiar faces – most of the men were regulars at gay clubs around town.

Two men stood at the end of the table. One was an older man wearing a suit. The other was a mountainous young man who looked like he’d just walked out of the woods and found out about civilization.

“Good afternoon,” the one in the suit said. “My name is The Director. You’re all here today because you’ve been the victims of something unexpected – a website called ‘Catch of the Day’, run by a man named Travis.”

“Hell yeah bro,” Connor said. He was seated comfortably near the head of the table, dressed only in a very short pair of swim trunks and a chest-hugging tanktop. “Travis is the shit. Like... I wouldn’t have a cool job or whatever without him!”

“Yeah, Travis is cool,” a hulking Korean bodybuilder said. “And like... that website totally changed my life. I used to be a boring straight guy, but now... this ass loves dick, y’know?”

“Yes, we know you all love Travis,” The Director said, trying to keep the meeting on track. “But the thing is, Travis has been abducted by an AI... an artificial intelligence, and he’s in trouble.”

“No way brah,” a surfer with an Australian accent said from the other end of the table. “That sucks!”

‘Yes,” The Director said hesitantly. “It does ‘suck’.”

All the guys around the table made some kind of noise. Everything from a giggle to a hearty chuckle.

“The machine is using his abilities to transform anyone we send to rescue him,” The Director continued. “But we recently discovered that once someone has been transformed, they can’t be transformed again. Which means... you’re the rescue team.”

“Uh... like what?” Connor asked, scratching his head with a puzzled expression. Nate threw an arm around his lover and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I... don’t understand,” The Director said.

“Yeah bro... I like, don’t understand either,” Connor laughed with a dumb look.

“Sir, if I may,” Agent Rogers said stepping forwards. “Many of these guys were dumbed down during their transformations. We’ve got to keep this simple.”

“Please, go ahead,” The Director said, stepping aside.

“Hey guys listen up,” Rogers said, clapping his hands to get their attention. “Travis is in trouble, and he needs your help. You’re gonna go into a building and distract the guards while we help him. I want you to be super sexy and distracting, okay? We need to keep the guards busy for at least five minutes.”

“Oh!” Connor laughed again. “You want us to be sexy for Travis!”

“That’s right,” Rogers said with a natural charm. “Can you all be sexy for Travis?”

All around the room men were nodding and cheering. Everyone from the spandex covered twink in the front row to the pair of twin bodybuilders flexing in the back. Agent Rogers glanced at the Director who just nodded his appreciation.

“See dude,” Connor laughed at the Director. “I got that. So like... should we call a cab now, or do you wanna pre-drink first? And like... is there a dress code?"

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The Machine’s building was twenty stories high. A modern nightmare of glass and steel. A black rental van pulled up outside, its windows tinted with film that kept the driver and his passengers unobserved.

“I never thought I’d miss brutalism,” The Director said, staring up from the back window.

Through the tinted windows they could only see two of the transformed guards, diligently working the front desk of the building. All available intel suggested that there would be at least a dozen guards between them and Travis, possibly quite a few more.

“You don’t know how many?” Alex asked quietly.

“We just have to hope we brought enough,” Agent Rogers sighed from behind the wheel. The three of them were alone – the four remaining agents were waiting somewhere offsite, ready to execute a contingency plan if things went south. In thirty minutes they would have rescued Travis – or the building would be a radioactive hole in the ground.

Even Alex had agreed to that plan. He had no intention of becoming trapped himself.

“Are you certain you want to come?” The Director asked Alex. “You could take the van, drive to a safe distance. You’re something new... I’m not sure I feel good risking you like this. And if the Machine somehow got control of you too...”

“He’s my brother,” Alex said quietly. “Stop acting like this is a discussion.”

“Uh guys, we’ve got incoming,” Agent Rogers said, glancing out the window. They could hear a dull roar, steadily getting louder at it approached the building. The Director looked over Roger’s shoulder – dozens of transformed guys were headed their way, stampeding through the plaza and making their way towards the building.

He unlocked the van doors and waited for them to slide open. On his signal Agent Rogers, the Director and Alex joined the rush.

By the time the guards saw them coming, there was nothing they could do. A musclebound leather daddy was first through the door.

“I’m sorry sir,” the guards said automatically. “This building has strict policies, I’m afraid I can’t let you in without a pass.”

By the time the words were out of his mouth another half dozen men had gotten though the doors. The leather daddy walked around the front desk, headed straight for the two guards.

“I got your pass right here,” he said, grabbing one of the guards by his tight shirt and kissing him deeply. The guard moaned deeply – his pleasure receptors were turned up so that machine could control him more easily, but it also made him easy to control in other ways.

The other guard hit a big red button on the desk and pulled a cell phone from his pocket. He took a photo of the leather daddy before he found himself being fondled by a pair of twinks.

“Hey,” one of the blond twinks said, grabbing him by the ass. “How you doing?”

Five seconds later the second guard was fully distracted, his hard cock being manhandled by the first twink while the second one made out with him.

The Machine processed the attack. Despite their numbers, it knew it would eventually prevail. It took the first photo it received and started to run the standard guard program against it... but something was wrong. Every time the leather daddy morphed into a muscular young man he would change back a few seconds later.

Error messages started to pile up in The Machine’s log files.

It tried to solve the problem the only way it knew how – by allocating more resources. Guards from all around the building rushed to the nearest stairwell, making their way to the lobby. Two dozen guards flooded the space.

But their enemies were ready for them. Soon Nate and Dmitry were cock deep in a pair of security guards, making them gasp and moan with each thrust. Connor was on his knees, blowing a guard next to them. Across the lobby, Luke was whipping a guard’s ass with a leather flog.

The Machine sent command after command, only to find its orders ignored. Self diagnostics didn’t reveal a problem, but the evidence was overwhelming.

Standard procedure wasn’t working.

Agent Rogers guided The Director and Alex around a corner and down a long corridor. A half dozen identical guards were pressed up against the wall, making out or getting hand jobs – sometimes both. The sounds of animal lust were echoing off marble floors.

“I can’t believe this is working,” The Director chuckled.

“Sir, please don’t jinx it,” Agent Rogers hissed. “I know you don’t do field work often, but you may remember ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’?”

“Of course Rogers,” The Director nodded. “I’m just... you’re absolutely right.”

“Can you two shut up,” Alex whispered. “One picture and we’re dead. Just because it doesn’t work on these guys... we’re very vulnerable here.”

As if to remind them, Marc barrelled past the group and tackled a guard trying to pull out a cell phone – the guard whimpered as Marc threw him against the wall and gave him a hickie.

“Let’s go,” Rogers said, continuing their advance. “The guards are all down here, so if we can get you to the elevator, we’re home free.”

They cleared the last of the guards and rounded a corner –

– and stopped dead in their tracks.

Agent Zach Walker was standing directly between them and the elevators. His youthful body was almost naked – dressed in a pair of booty shorts and a gun. Both of them gave off a metallic glean in the harsh lighting.

“Zach,” Agent Rogers said, lowering his gun slightly. His longtime partner was almost unrecognizable, but he couldn’t just shoot him. No matter what The Machine had done to Walker... “Zach, you’re still in there, right?”

“Like... hey bros,” Walker smirked. “The Machine totally figured you bros were gonna try something so yeah... most of the boys are out partying, but it keeps an agent on duty. I’m not like those guards bro... I’m not a zombie waiting for orders. And you’re not gonna get past me.”

“Zach,” Rogers said, taking a hesitant step forward. He was rewarded with the sound of Zach Walker cocking his gun.

“Don’t move,” Walker said.

Agent Rogers raised his gun. Walker fired his round before Rogers had a chance to aim. The bullet was tiny... barely enough to make Rogers stumble back – but it was enough.

Agent Rogers grabbed for his chest, trying desperately to stop the pool of blood.

Another loud bang and Walker dropped his weapon. His arm was hanging uselessly beside him. The Director stood there grimly, his pistol still pointed at the bullet hole. Walker stepped forward and stumbled, falling to the floor besides Rogers.

Alex ran for the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly.

“Rogers is dead,” The Director reported, unable to find a pulse. “Walker’s still alive, but he’s bleeding bad. We need to get him to a hospital if he’s going to survive.”

“We have to go,” Alex argued. “If we don’t succeed, nobody survives.”

The Director looked down at Walker. The injured man stared up at him in disbelief as his former commander ran for the elevator doors.

Alex saw a flash just as the doors closed. Walker had a cell phone.

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The Machine received new data. Two men in the elevator, ascending to the top floor. It had a clear photo of both their faces. Biometric matching showed...

Impossible. One of the men was closely related to Travis.

A potential asset? Certainly, if he possessed the same power to alter reality. But if that was true, he was also classified as an absolute threat.

Elimination was the only option available. Transformation. Though.... it would attempt to leave his powers intact if possible, in case the Travis component should need repair.

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The Machine flashed Alex’s photo across its monitors. Travis winced when he saw the familiar face. Why couldn’t Alex have stayed away? Somewhere safe and isolated where The Machine would never find him?

It started running a familiar program on him. It took all of Travis’ effort to avoid complying with the orders automatically. The habit was too strong.

“The subject has dark brown hair,” The Machine told Travis.

Travis strained against the idea, but a quick shock to his collar interrupted his concentration.

“The subject has dark brown hair,” The Machine repeated.

Inside the elevator, Alex’s hair shifted from a fiery red to a dark brown.

“Shit,” The Director said. “They’ve got your photo. You’re compromised.”

“Maybe if we’d taken a faster elevator,” Alex said sarcastically.

As he rolled his eyes, his whole body started to shift. Instead of his mountainous build, Alex was suddenly shorter. 5’10”. 180lbs.

“C’mon,” Alex said tensely, tapping on the indicator lights as they passed the fifteenth floor. “Let’s go.”

By the time the doors opened, he had the same proportions as the guards.

They stepped out into a darkened room. Their guess was right – all of the guards were busy downstairs. The Machine might be able to re-establish control, but it would take a few minutes.

Alex’s photo was on all the monitors.

“The subject is heavily tanned,” a mechanical voice said.

“Hey bro,” Travis grinned wryly as his collar shocked him again. “Good to see you.”

“The subject is heavily tanned,” the voice repeated. Alex glanced down and saw it’s wish was coming true.

“You have to get out of here,” Travis gasped. “I can’t hold out.”

“The subject has a symmetrical and angular face,” The Machine said. Travis gasped and gave in. Alex winced in pain as his face rearranged itself.

“Help me,” Alex shouted at The Director. The two men took up opposite sides of Travis’ bed and tried to break the collar off his neck. The Machine sent sparks flying through it, making them jerk their hands away in pain.

“The subject has clear blue eyes,” The Machine said tonelessly.

“I can’t get it,” Alex grunted, grabbing the collar with both hands and trying to tear it in half. “I... fuck, I can’t do it!”

His eyes shifted to a clear blue colour.

“The subject is totally loyal to the machine and its allies,” the voice said. “He only thinks of the machines instructions.”

Alex strained against the metal collar. The Director added his muscle, refusing the tear his hands away even as shock after shock of electricity assaulted them.

“The subject is totally loyal to the machine and its allies,” the voice said again. “He only thinks of the machines instructions.”

“I can’t...” Travis screamed. Tears were flowing down his face.

“The subject is totally loyal to the machine and its allies,” the voice repeated. “He only thinks of the machines instructions.”

Alex gave a primal scream as the collar shattered to pieces.

“Alex is totally loyal to the machine and its allies. He only thinks of the machines instructions” the machine repeated one last time before falling silent.

Travis was free. Its orders would not be obeyed.

Alex reached down and wrapped his brother in a hug.

“I’ve got you,” he trembled. “I’ve always got you.”

“And I’ve always got you,” Travis sobbed back. A wave of heat blast through the room. The Director remembered the feeling – it rolled across him the same way a thunderstorm rolls across the midwest, dangerous and terrifying and beautiful and life-giving. When the heat finally dissipated he was left staring at Alex, his mountainous body holding his brother tightly.

“Is he...” The Director asked, a touch of human emotion breaking through his voice.

“He’s alive,” Alex said.

His voice was shaking, so The Director started unhooking Travis. IV Tubes. Electrodes. Anything that might still connect him to The Machine.

“Can you stand?” Alex asked. “The building is still full of guards. We’ve got them distracted, but...”

“We can’t go,” Travis said, shaking his head weakly. “We can’t go.”

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“No,” Travis said. “There’s still someone left to save.”

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Hey guys - there's just one chapter left.  I've had these scenes sitting in my head for the past few years, but I was scared I wouldn't do them justice.  I hope you're enjoying the last few chapters of Catch of the Day!  -D