Head position

by Cockatrice

Zach applies for a job at the popular gay porn studio ‘With Men’ that is going to change his life forever.

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I nervously bite my lips before I mentally stop myself from doing so. If there ever was a day I needed to look good it was today.

I sit at a table inside one of the most popular gay porn studios, ‘With Men’, waiting for the interviewers to arrive. I am not someone one would classify as porn star material. I’m not bad-looking, I guess, but there’s sexier men out there.

The job description specifically mentioned that only an attractive face and head was required, though it was very short on details otherwise. I assume the studio was simply looking for a face they can put on an advertisement, though I find it weird that they didn’t put that into the description. It didn’t even mention that this was a modeling job.

Anyway, I applied on a whim. I always got compliments for my eyes and I figured why not give it a shot? I didn’t quite expect to be invited, but here I am, feeling like I don’t belong here.

My thoughts are interrupted by two men entering the room and closing the door behind them. One is dressed in a suit, though without the tie. I think it’s called business casual. The other is only wearing a T-shirt and jeans. They sit down opposite me.

The one wearing the suit reaches over the table to shake my hand. “Zachary McLean?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Nice to meet you.” He nods to the other guy wearing the T-shirt who also reaches over to shake my hand. “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.”

The man in the suit takes a breath as if to gather his thoughts. “This interview will be a little bit different than you are probably used to, but let’s introduce ourselves. You already know me, I am Austin Underwood, we already talked via e-mail.”

Mr Underwood gestures to the other man, who promptly introduces himself. “And I am Calvin Knox, the ‘head of production’ as we call it.” He gestures quotation marks into the air and smiles. “The porn, basically.”

Wait, porn? I thought this was supposed to be just a modeling job. I would have expected the head of marketing to be present, not the head of production. My face must be a tangle of question marks as Mr Underwood chimes in. “You’re probably wondering why that wasn’t mentioned in the description.”

“Yes…”

He looks at Mr Knox. “The reason is that the studio is trying something new.”

“Right,” Mr Knox continues. “‘With Men’ is trying to expand our portfolio and our target group by including an entirely new genre.” A dramatic pause. “Modularity.”

Modularity. I had heard about it, but I never followed it too closely.

Mr Underwood looks at me and seems to sense my confusion. “Do you know what that is?”

“Umm, people detaching body parts and…” I trail off.

“Right,” Mr Knox continues. “That’s the common way of using modularity, but we will use a different type for our premier project. The reason is that we don’t want to just have a modular porn star, we also want to use this opportunity to create our perfect actor from different parts. This means, should you accept, you together with six other men will each be reduced to individual body parts which will then make up, well, a whole body again.”

Wow, that’s quite a lot to take in. I gather my thoughts. “So I would be…”

Mr Underwood nods. “The head, yes.”

“You will get the head position, so to speak,” Mr Knox chuckles.

I ignore the joke. “And I would be just a head?”

“Yes,” Mr Knox begins. “You would be reduced to just that. As long as you are attached to your collective body you will feel everything the other parts, men, will be feeling. Otherwise you will be just restricted to the feelings of your head.”

“Who controls the body?” I ask.

“So, as long as you are attached, you have control by default. However, each individual part, your colleagues, would be able to override this control if they wish.”

“Mmh.”

“Naturally we will send you detailed information about what it all means by mail later,” Mr Underwood reassures me.

I nod and think for a moment. “Is it reversible?”

Mr Underwood draws in a sharp breath as if I had found the catch. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Entropy, basically,” Mr Knox replies.

“I don’t understand.”

“So, imagine I gave you a book,” Mr Knox begins. “And I told you to create a copy but with one specific page missing. Could you do that?”

“Of course…”

“But now, instead of the whole book, I give you just a page. And I ask you to reconstruct the entire book without ever having read the book, just from that page. Could you do that?”

“I could write something using that page, I guess.”

“No, no. Not just something, the exact book the page was taken from.”

“No,” I concede.

“See? The long answer is, it’s a bit of a mixture of the technology not being there yet, and unable to reconstruct your original body because we, or rather the universe, doesn’t have that information anymore.”

“Mmh.”

There’s a moment of silence, before Mr Underwood begins to speak. “Any other questions?”

“I mean, plenty,” I admit. “But it’s all a bit unsorted right now, so…”

“That’s perfectly fine. We know it’s a lot to take in, especially coming in unprepared for all of that, but I hope you understand that we want to not announce our business plans out into the open just yet. Naturally, you can always contact me via e-mail for more information and if there is need, we can even arrange another in-person meeting.” He looks over to Mr Knox, who nods in response.

“What about payment?”

Mr Underwood smiles. “We have not finalized the numbers yet, as we wanted to get a first reaction without money being involved.”

“Imagine someone signs up for the money,” Mr Knox adds. “And then jumps off afterwards because he didn’t think the consequences through. We would like to avoid that for everyone involved.” He gestures towards me. “Especially the people who would be giving up so much.”

“We will move towards numbers like payment, vacation and so on, once we have narrowed down the list of candidates,” Mr Underwood continues. “Rest assured that it will be way above what a regular porn actor would get, because of the whole procedure.”

“Okay…”

“Any more questions?”

“As I said, not really right now,” I nearly stammered.

Mr Underwood looked at his notes. “All right, then as a next step we would like to do a little personality test with you, just to get a feeling of who you are as a person and how well you would fit with other candidates. Are you ready for that?”

“Sure.”

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“Let me guess.” Steven looks me over, trying to guess what body part I am going to be.

I am currently at our first get-together, three weeks after our interview. Everyone who would be joining the job are here, all seven of us, together with some of the staff, most importantly Mr Knox, but also the director for our ‘department’ as they call the new entry into their product line and a few other important people. The goal is for everyone to get to know each other, a final test to see if everyone is a good fit.

We had been introduced at the beginning, but only our names. The parts we would become would be something we’d have to find out through talking with each other, as a way to encourage conversation.

“Head?” He finally asked.

“Yeah.” I blush. It’s an indirect compliment after all, being picked over the other candidates for my face. “So, uhm… What, uh, are you going to…”

I look over Steven’s form, still a tad awkward about it, but I force myself to tear down the social barriers. We are going to know each other much more intimately in the future anyway.

Steven is probably the oldest of our group, streaks of silver putting accents in his hair. He’s wearing only a black tank top on his upper body, showing off his shoulders and chest very well. I assume he would become one of those two.

“Arms,” Steven smiles. “I actually applied for both arms and chest, but I guess they liked Gerald more for the latter.” He points with a thumb over his shoulder at a man at the other end of the room. “Not that I disagree.”

Gerald is currently engaged in a conversation with two of my other future ‘colleagues’, James and Blake. The director is also with them and from the snippets I can make out it sounds like they are talking about work-out methods.

“Yeah, wow,” I say, looking over Gerald’s chest. “Man, everyone here is so jacked.”

“Well, that’s what it takes to get a job around here.” He laughs. “Unless you’ve got a cute face, I guess.”

“Yeah.” I look down at my drink, feeling out of place.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Steven shrugs. “We all got our advantages and disadvantages.”

Before I can reply, Darrell joins us. “Hey, guys.”

“Darrell, right?” Steven asks.

“Yesss.”

“You seem pretty excited.”

“Man, dude. I’m gonna be a fucking cock,” Darrell replies. “That’s gonna be so hot. I am trying hard not to pop a boner here, not gonna lie.” He takes a sip.

“Well, sounds like you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together then.”

Darrell narrows his eyes and looks over Steven’s body. “Arms?”

“Yep.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Darrell’s eyes widen. “Cheers to that!” After that he looks at me for a second. “Don’t say it. Head?”

“Yeah…” I answer.

“I knew it.” Darrell raises his glass in my direction and gives me a wink. “Probably gonna have some fun together too.”

I blush.

“So, why’d you get picked?” Steven asks Darrell. “You hung?”

“I would say I’m above average, yeah, but not monster cock level. They said it has a nice shape though. I like to think my popularity helped too.”

“Popularity?” I ask.

“Yup. I’ve got my own channel, you know.”

Steven chuckles. “So you’re already in the biz.”

“Yeah, not professionally though.”

“Are you making money with it?”

“A little bit, yeah. It’s more of a side-hustle, really.”

“If you’re making money with it, you’re doing it professionally,” Steven points out.

Darrell laughs. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

As they are talking I idly scan the room. My eyes fall on the bar where I see Ryan sitting. He’s wearing leather pants and the way he sits on the stool shows off his butt perfectly. Why he is sitting there all by himself I don’t know, but my glass is empty and I guess this is as good a reason as any to start a conversation.

After I excuse myself I go to the bar and order my drink.

“Hey,” I say to Ryan as I sit down.

“Hey.”

“So, uh, what are you gonna be?”

“Butt.” Ryan takes a sip.

“Looking forward to it?”

He just shrugs. “It’s a paying job.”

“Shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic about it?” I smile. “Given the fact it’s permanent and all?”

“Well, are you looking forward to being…?”

“The head.” I look at my empty glass, feeling caught. Suddenly I am not sure if I truly look forward to it. The idea definitely interested me, but I feel like I applied for the job and accepted the offer more on a whim than anything. Am I making a mistake?

Ryan disrupts my thoughts. “And?”

“I… think so?” Part of me feels like I am saying this more to convince myself than him.

Ryan takes another sip. “Doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“I mean, I do but…” I think for a second. “Maybe the ramifications haven’t completely hit me yet.”

Ryan hums in agreement. “Mmh, mmh.”

After that there is only silence until the barkeeper hands me my drink and I get up and leave.

Everyone is currently engaged in a conversation and I don’t feel like bumping into an existing one just like that, so I just wander idly, trying my best not to look awkward and lost.

I probably failed at that as Mr Knox comes over to me. “Having fun?”

I shrug. “A bit.”

“What do you think of the others so far?”

“Well, I haven’t talked to everyone yet, but Steven and Darrell seem nice?”

Mr Knox nods to Ryan. “What about him?” Seems like he saw me talking to Ryan.

“He doesn’t seem super into it.” I look over to Ryan. “Do you think he’s a good fit?”

Mr Knox smiles as if expecting that concern. “I think he’s just hiding his excitement a bit, trying to appear tough. I hope he will warm up a bit.” His smile fades to a neutral expression. “But you’re not wrong. We currently marked him as the biggest risk, personality wise. But the personality test was promising, so it probably looks worse than it is. Someone had to be the least enthusiastic.”

“Mmh.”

“And if you allow me to say that,” Mr Knox carefully says. “But you also don’t seem to be super enthusiastic about it either.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” I look down at my drink and swirl it a little. “I do want to do this, but I think I haven’t internalized all the effects this will have on my life yet.”

“That’s fine. That’s partly what this get-together is about.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And remember, you’re gonna be largely in charge.” Mr Knox winks. “No need to be shy.”

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“All right, who wants to be next?” The transformation technician asks. With the mask over his face and the scrubs he looks more like a nurse.

I’m sitting in the waiting room along with the others to get the procedure done, the one that will reduce us to modular body parts. Ryan had gone first, followed by Steven and then Gerald.

I raise my hand. “Me I guess.” I look around in case anyone else wants to go first, but nobody seems to be in a hurry. The realization that this would be final is probably finally sinking in. At this point all of us had signed the contract so opting out is no longer an option.

I get up and follow the technician to the room.

“Please put all your clothes and belongings into this basket and then lie down on this table,” the technician tells me and then puts on gloves as several aides enter the room.

I undress and lie down on the table. It is padded with a thin green plastic sheet draped over it. Above me is a mirror so I can see my whole body during the whole procedure.

The technician holds up a device that looks like a ring. “This is the neck separator ring. We will put this around your neck. Normally it would separate your head from your body, but we’ll use a special function to remove the rest of your body instead.”

“Couldn’t you just keep my body?”

“Not really, because then you wouldn’t be able to connect to other body parts and without the connection your body is just dead meat.” He smiles at me behind his mask. “And then we’d have to get rid of that.”

“Ah.”

An aide puts down another green plastic sheet on top of my body.

“This is the reduction bag,” the technician explains as he pulls up the excess sheet at my sides and runs a taser-like object where they overlap. “It will form an enclosed bag around your body which we will then fill with the reduction agent.” As he runs the object over the ‘seams’ I notice they stay in place. He is fusing the two sheets together. I notice that my arms and legs are in separate ‘sleeves’ from my body.

Once done, he puts the neck separator around my neck. I feel something on the inner side inflating to match my neck shape and close off the bag airtight.

Then he inserts a tube into a slot in the device and presses a button. Suddenly the bag inflates.

“Is this the agent?” I thought it’d be a liquid, not a gas.

“No, I’m just checking that the bag is airtight.”

“Ahh.”

Apparently satisfied, the technician then presses another button on the device and this time the bag deflates and starts shrink wrapping my body. I can see in the mirror that it starts showing off every single contour of my body.

“All right.” The technician looks at me. “Now we can begin.”

He unplugs the air hose and inserts another much thinner tube into the neck ring and presses a button. This time I can feel something on my skin, as if I was being showered in water.

“You should be feeling the agent filling up the bag now.”

“Yeah.” I look into the mirror. “It’s not actually inflating the bag?”

“Nope.” He holds up a transparent cup, not larger than a mug, connected to the tube. “We have to be economic with this stuff.”

After several minutes the cup is empty and the technician disconnects the tube. “All right, now the fun begins. You’re ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry. It shouldn’t hurt.” He taps something on my neck ring. “If anything pricks or stings, say so immediately.”

“All right.”

It takes me a few seconds to realize anything is happening because I don’t feel anything. Instead I see my fingers and feet in the mirror recede, followed by my arms and legs. My torso also starts to lose its clear definition. The bag itself also retracts together with my body.

My eyes go wide. Seeing it happen in real time is otherworldly. By now my legs stop at the knees and my arms at the elbows and my torso is just a smooth lump with only the hint of a chest rising from it.

I dare not move, mesmerized by the spectacle in the mirror.

“Wow…” I almost involuntarily say when my lower body recedes into my torso.

The technician does not say anything and instead just watches closely.

Then nothing but my chest remains and I notice my breathing stop. For a split second I am about to panic before I realize that my lungs are disappearing. As none of us have a complete set of organs, we no longer need to breathe, eat and drink.

Several more seconds pass as the bag reaches my neck. An aide holds my head so it doesn’t tilt to the side. Then the bag disappears into the neck ring and I hear a single beep coming from the device.

I stare into the mirror. My head is now the only thing left of my body.

“Aaand we’re done,” the technician says.

He turns off the device. I feel the inflated ring inside retracting. Then he removes it and the remainder of the bag from my neck stump.

The aide holding my head, or me rather, tilts me back so that I can see my neck stump in the mirror. It is covered in smooth skin.

“Happy with the results?” The technician asks.

“Fuck…” I was still rather dumbstruck.

He laughs. “Well, unfortunately it’s now a bit too late to go back.”

I force a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

“Well then.” The technician removes his gloves and winks. “I hope you enjoy your new body.”

“Thanks.”

The aide then carries me over to the next room. She is nice enough to hold me in such a way that I can see where we’re going.

When we arrive I see a pair of arms, a disembodied butt and an upper torso lying on a table. I know those are Steven, Ryan and Gerald respectively. I see one of the hands waving at me as we enter.

The aide puts me down next to Ryan and leaves.

And then there is silence.

This is it. I am now my own head. Crazy.

I lie there for a few minutes, letting it all sink in.

Eventually I look over to the butt next to me. “Ryan?”

The cheeks part to reveal an asshole between them. I realize that Ryan ‘bent’ forward, even though it’s not obvious since there are no legs or torso attached to him.

“You’re looking good,” I laugh.

Two puckers. We agreed earlier for every body part that could only communicate by puckering or twitching, that one time would be a ‘no’ or a negative response while two times would be a yes.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

No response. I see turning into a butt didn’t change anything about his talkativeness.

“Do you… Do you actually see out of your asshole?”

Two puckers.

“Fuck…”

Our conversation is interrupted by the aide storming into our room. She carries only a disembodied cock with balls. Darrell.

She rushes to put down a transparent plastic cup and puts a wire frame with a ring in the middle above it. Then she places Darrell into the ring so that his shaft points down into the cup.

As she leaves I can see why she was in a hurry. Darrell is so excited that he starts ejaculating into the cup almost as soon as the aide lets go of him.

Even after he is done I see him still twitch, his entire body rock hard.

He continues to shoot into the cup several times as we wait for the others to arrive. Only when James, the lower torso and second to last, arrives does Darrell appear to be exhausted.

Eventually, the last of us, Blake, just a pair of legs, joins our table. Once we are all there, the technician enters the room. “Time to get you assembled.”

I don’t say anything as he and his aides arrange us on the table and start connecting our bodies. Our stumps merge seamlessly when put together.

One by one I can feel body parts added to my awareness and I gain feeling of them.

“All right,” the technician says once everyone has been added. “Try to sit up.”

I sit up, more awkwardly than I have to. I expect to receive some sort of resistance, but there is none. I can control my body as easily as I did my own. I can feel it as if it was my own.

Once upright I notice that Darrell has gone fully erect again. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The technician waves me off. “Happens all the time. Now try to stand up.”

“Okay guys,” I say to my body parts. “I’m trusting you.”

With that I slide off the table and stand on my own two feet. Our own two feet? Blake? This is bound to get confusing. I walk around a little bit and apart from my boner that won’t go down I couldn’t even tell my body apart from my own, in terms of control. Everything moves exactly as I want it to.

“Any issues?” The technician asks me.

“No, it all feels very natural.”

“Well, in that case: Congratulations on your new shared body.”

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“And if you need anything else, you have my number,” the property manager tells me.

“Sure, thanks.”

“Have a nice day.”

“Bye.” With that I close the door.

Finally I’m alone in my new home. Well, not really alone. I will never be quite alone ever again.

I walk into the hallway. As part of the agreements for the job they gave us our own little house close to the studio. The property manager just showed me around so it isn’t my first time seeing it, but now I feel like I could take all the time I want.

It is quite the house… The interior furnishing is, maybe luxurious is the wrong word, but definitely not cheap. There is a pool in the backyard, as well as a sauna complete with an indoor whirlpool attached.

A cleaning service is also part of the contract. It’s more in the interests of the studio than ours though. They want to keep the house in a presentable state as there will be photoshoots occasionally. Only with us and only small ones. They reassured us that it’s still our home and there would be no shoots that don’t involve us or ones that go the entire day.

There’s a twitch in my pants.

“Okay, okay,” I say. I guess it’s only fair. The others want to see our combined body too. And truth be told, I didn’t have any real chance to do that either.

I place our bag on the couch in the living room and walk to our bedroom. It actually has a small walk-in surround mirror where you can see from all possible angles, useful for parts like Ryan.

Once upstairs I strip and walk into the ring of mirrors.

Shit… I do look really good. I don’t even have words to describe it. Just the perfect body.

I run a hand over my abs and wonder for a moment how Steven and James feel about that. But you know what, I’m pretty sure Steven wants to explore our body too, so I run him over all of our body parts, including Ryan and Darrell.

Maybe I shouldn’t have, because after cupping my balls Darrell goes stiff again in mere seconds.

Two twitches.

“Okay guys, Darrell wants to have some fun,” I say, looking at my body in the mirrors. “Everyone else in favor?”

Suddenly my right hand forms a thumbs up without me doing it and my butt, pecs and abs twitch twice each.

Maybe that was a bad idea, asking everyone at once. I’m just glad Blake, my legs, had enough presence of mind not to twitch. Otherwise I might have fallen.

“All right then.” I walk us over to the bed and sit down. It feels so mundane, as if it isn’t the first time we will jerk off as a modular person. I consider going downstairs to watch some porn, but I can tell Darrell is horny enough without that.

“So…” I look down at Darrell. “One twitch for hand, two for anal and three for oral.”

First twitch.

Second twitch.

Nothing.

“All right, let’s try this.” I put my hand around Darrell and give him a gentle tug. He detaches without issue. It feels surreal holding my cock, a throbbing erect penis leaking precum, in my hand without any feeling on my crotch.

I lie down on the bed and hold Darrell above me. “Excited?” Two throbs.

I grab the bottle of lube that stands on the windowsill and start preparing Ryan. Meanwhile I decide to give Darrell some licks, though I make sure he doesn’t blow his load yet.

Once everything is ready, I position Darrell in front of Ryan and start teasing myself before I push him in very gently.

Shit, that feels great. Not even painful. Either Ryan is very experienced in anal, or the transformation actually helped with that as well.

Whatever the case may be, I lose myself in bliss as I push Darrell in and out. In and out. In and out.

At the edge of my consciousness I notice my other hand moving on its own, reaching up to my nipples to play with them.

The pleasure from both parts makes me forget everything and I don’t know how much time has passed when I start reaching the tipping point. I shove Darrell in deeper and with more force, trying desperately to hit that spot harder.

I am only seconds away when I feel something warm filling up my insides. The knowledge that Darrell just came inside me pushes me over the edge as well and I bury him deeper. I feel pleasure washing over my entire body as I have the first dry orgasm of my life.

I sink back into the bed and relax. “Fuck, that felt good.”

I fall asleep before I remember to re-attach Darrell.

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“All right, everyone in position!” The director orders.

I’m sitting on the bed in the studio, naked, with Luca, one of my fellow porn actors standing in front of me, also naked.

We’re currently doing the dress rehearsal so to speak, doing everything as we would do it if it was a proper shoot, but without the intention of using the footage for anything. Of course, if the footage is good, they might use parts of it in some capacity, but there’s no pressure for us to be absolutely perfect. There’s not even a script to follow, so I don’t get distracted from what’s important.

“You’re so hot, I want to make love to every single part of you,” Luca says as he approaches me. The line is half improvised and half part of the general idea for the scene. It sounds extremely corny but Luca makes it sound fun. He doesn’t take it too seriously, taking away some of my nervousness. I was told they paired him with me for my first serious activity because he was good with new guys. Now I see why.

He stops right in front of me, pointing his erect dick at my face.

“Which part do you want to make love to first?” I say, trying to put some emotion into it, but feeling like I failed.

Luca gently pushes me back on the bed and then continues pushing my torso upwards, until it disconnects from my hips. Suddenly I lose feeling and control over everything below my abs.

Luca gets onto the bed and all three of us, him, me and my lower body, arrange ourselves in a novel 69 position, with my feet pointing towards me.

We go at it for several minutes, until the director speaks again. “All right, time for act two. Do any of you two need fluffing?”

“No, I’m good,” Luca says.

“Nick?” That is my porn alias, or our porn alias, for our entire body.

“No, I think Darrell is not going down that easily,” I laugh.

“All right then,” the director says. “Continue.”

“I need more of you.” Luca gets off me and puts his hands on the sides of my head. He gives me a kiss and then pulls my head off. Just like that I am without a body, Steven taking over in maneuvering my torso around.

Luca then lies down on his back and puts me on his crotch. I take his cock in my mouth again and continue what I did only moments earlier, except that now I am just a head and Luca is pushing me up and down.

My lower body positions himself above Luca and then slowly descends upon his face, letting Luca rim Ryan. My torso craws on top of Luca and starts playing with his nipples.

While Luca pumps me up and down his cock, I close my eyes and I almost forget the whole filming crew around me. His moans and the feeling of his cock filling up my mouth and throat with salty precum really transport me elsewhere. I am also glad that I got rid of my gag reflex with the reduction procedure.

Forgetting the time I don’t know how many minutes pass until the director speaks up again. “All right, we’re ready for act three. You need anything?”

“No, we’re good,” Luca replies.

“Wow, you’re really into it huh?”

Luca laughs. “To be fair this is kinda hot.”

“And Darrell is really excited in general,” I add.

“Very well then. And action.”

There is no line this time. I don’t know if Luca forgot or if there was nothing planned. I simply watch as he takes the rest of my body apart. Minutes later we are just seven -nine if you count the arms and legs separately- body parts scattered around on the bed. It reminds me of the time we got the procedure.

Luca lies down on his back again and grabs Ryan. There is a short break as Ryan and Luca’s dick get lubed up by a crew member. Luca meanwhile grabs me and places me next to his head, giving me a playful wink. The last act is entirely improvised with the only part required being that Luca fucks Ryan.

Once the lubing up is done, Luca takes Ryan and starts using him like a sort of sex toy, pumping him up and down his cock. Fuck, watching Ryan’s plump cheeks getting fucked like this is something I could never get enough of.

Luca shoves me closer to his face and we start to make out, while he continues humping Ryan, holding him with one hand.

I vaguely notice my other body parts being busy themselves, one of Steven arms having found his way to Gerald’s nipples, while I see the other playing with Derrell.

Meanwhile a camera man does his rounds around us. This part is the one where they hope to get the most footage from. I notice him only when I open my eyes briefly.

It is funny how quickly you can forget you are surrounded by a dozen people when you’re having fun with a hot guy.

Or the time for that matter. As I continue kissing Luca, I notice his breath becoming deeper. He’s close to the edge and his grunts tell me that he was slamming Ryan harder onto his cock.

Another couple minutes later and Luca turns his face away from mine. I see him arching his back. He must be cumming right now, pumping Ryan full of it.

I am a little bit sad I don’t get to experience the orgasm, but knowing Derrell, we might have another masturbation session when we get home.

“That was beautiful, nicely done,” the director says.

While Luca recovers from his orgasm, I begin to assemble myself. Steven is so helpful and gathers Gerald so the three of us can put ourselves back together first.

I am in for a bit of a surprise when I attach to Ryan.

“Fuck,” I say to Luca, looking down at my lower body. “I can feel your load inside of me.”

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“You’re the new guy? Oscar, right?” I ask the man next to me.

It’s hard to believe it’s been seven months now. But here we are. Luckily none of us formed any regrets, although there’s a reason ‘With Men’ is currently interviewing new people.

A new butt specifically. It’s not like Ryan regrets his choice, but he finds the whole modularity to be not his thing. Instead he was looking for a gig where he would be used like a living sex toy. A rival studio was willing to provide him with exactly that type of job. There was some drama about ‘Nick’ being a persistent name even as body parts changed, but, well, in the end we decided to keep the name.

Now I’m meeting one of the candidates selected for serious consideration. We’re at the on-site bar, somewhere casual to get to know him.

“Yeah.” He looks at his drink. I can tell he is clearly nervous.

“I’m Nick, but you already know that.” I take a look around him to get a view of his behind. “I can see why they picked you.”

Oscar gives an awkward smile. “Thanks.”

“I hope you’re prepared to be the butt of a lot of jokes.”

He laughs and I see him relax a little.

Well then, time to get to know him.

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