Jay was always the straight lad wasn’t he. When I first met him my spine shivered, like after a good piss. And he was unusually interested in me as well. For a straight guy he was always making the calls, giving the sms.

It was a year of us together then. And so at this time things had started to get to some strange level, always together we were and such. Not intentional? No it was. But we didn’t know why. Anyways, other than my random fucks, and Jay seeming errily celibate (I always blamed it on his age), he went out one night, unusual for sure, and brought her home, that woman, Her. Well, she got to be in our lives.

It was fine at first, you know we all ate breakfasts together and she was living there and sat on my part of the sofa, such awfully annoying and typical behavior. It felt like days had passed; weeks had.

She said, “I have a fun idea”. It was like a breeze went through the room. But it was all in my mind anyways by that point. We had stopped being in reality, stopped being on Earth. Who knows where, or why. It’s the why that always gets humans, They have a little saying about it, when they communicate the saying telepathically a little loaf of Their bread comes up, when its cut tiny humans rise out of it and run away and a strange animal from the Planet eats them until it pops and humans run everywhere and so on.

Oh I shouldn’t be such a prude anyways, I like the taste now.

Well, she was saying “cuckold” and then, “yes we should be cuckold together, you both love each other and you, little ones, will love me. And it will be fun, like the swingers do.” But then she looked a little puzzled. She said, “But I can’t go on with the lie. I’ve been planning this for years. I’d never let those hippie vegans stop me.” After that she never spoke again. Only the telepathy. She was from a planet, and they often raised humans and took them away, or the other way around, and played little games. Humans had sensations They didn’t. But they could feel it if they wanted to, using us. It’s a weird thing to be kept like this. In this golden cage. She keeps changing the two of us. Bending our will, our body. She controls what I want to do.

It started with Jay fucking me. No lubrication or warming up, no kiss or anything at all. Brutal rape. But she wanted me to have it, and I had to have it. I felt how raw it was, it burned and hurt. I loved him and now he hurt me, but it was all mindless. But there was more to it in the end. She wanted to put our minds together, so that we’d be locked together. She put this mental handcuff in my mind, my brain! How I feel it, his mind inside me. All his pain and humiliation as she forces him to fuck me at that point, the lights flashing around me. My mind fucked. He voice, calming me down against my will, turning my thoughts, and his, to my prostate, to the tip of his prick. She focuses my mind like never before. I can squeeze my cum out of my dick without touching it, and I can feel his dick, his orgasm, and how she put my want for him in both our minds, how all this time she had latently plugged his self-hating lust for me in his mind. In our mind. Jay, my names are Jay.

She is relentless. Many weeks of training. Excruciating mental tests and changes. She wants us fully honed, finely tuned before the final stages of our transformation into her pet, her tool of pleasure. For her to love and adore us, with our minds locked together in a prison. My mind in Jay’s mind, her in our mind, is total bliss.

She’s been making Jay fuck her. And giving him many modifications. Meanwhile I am getting modified too, but somehow different. She gives us injections each day, then flashing lights again. Then Jay fucks me, and how badly I want it. My ass stays wet always with his seed. Then Jay fucks hey, somehow she can do it with a man, and human. She drinks his seed. She samples it. She examines him. Then me, no fucking. Jay fucks me until I burst with cum, she only lets me do it this once a day, but I always feel it when Jay does it as well, when he does it feels so pure. He feels it when I do it to. I can’t put it in words. Well it won’t matter soon, I only write for in a few days my Self will finally be deleted, Jay and I will have completed becoming one, deleted.

Many days of feeling the routine, and then she changes it. She decides its time for our physical modifications. She will direct us to perform it on each others body. Jay will fix me first. I step onto the operation table. I spread my legs. She is guiding me. The table relaxes my body, adjusted my position. Jay comes up. We know what to do. He takes the robotic arm and cuts through the perineum. It goes thru my anal way and up to the base of penis, slicing through my scrotum and who knows of my anatomy. I can only feel what she wants me to, mixed with Jay’s sense of ego and lust. He takes the needle, puts it to my prostate, and the fluid leaks in. All the while he removes my left testicle. He orgasmed then, I orgasmed then. My penis is rock hard, so is his. She is ‘wet’ if she were human, only. He relocates my right teste deep inside my body. She takes the removed one, skins it, taking the inner muscles of my nut and eats it, she feels good, deep within her. I feel no pain. She is taking it all for herself.

Jay has moved on, he’s splicing my dick off of my connective tissue, sliding down the pole. I start to see the purpose of the constant injection into my prostate. I am cuming hard, deep now, it’s not me, its him. I feel the agony as my penis is removed. Placed into a bucket full of gel.

Something else? He takes a liver like piece of meat, and begins to sew it into me, onto my prostate. The machine does the rest, she only wanted Jay there for the ceremonial bit anyways.

My turn…was it days later? I seemed healed, but befuddled, I was smooth now, but felt intense desire now. My mind had been changing more. More and more lights. My turn.

I sliced open Jay’s ball sack. I remove his, she tells me, pathetic, nuts. He likes the feeling of my fondling them while they are exposed, out of the sac. I can feel how good it feels for him, how much trust and love we feel inside each other, how much he wants me to change him and make him a real lover for me, take us to a place where we do nothing but orgasm, nothing but pleasure the minds of these strangers, this woman. I bite them off with my teeth. He screams and I feel the intense agony in my gut. She rewards us with a forced orgasm.

I replace his nuts with new ones, grown especially in a jar for him. He weeps as I put them on. We give each other tenderness, I imagine that I hold him in my arms while he cries. She is pleased, she has never felt this before.

She gives him an injection. She wants him to have pleasure when his penis is replaced. I allow the machine to operate. It sucks his penis out, down to his prostate, in one go. He yelps. I feel the most intense sense of joy and accomplishment, and then of bodily pleasure, shoot through me. I relished the feeling, he wanted more.

I put his new penis into the position. He wouldn’t have a prostate this time. He would only be able to feel orgasm when I did. His cock would be stiff, big, our mind filled with hormone and want, and yet our bodies in a sense useless, deformed.

The penis shoot into his body. It caused great pain. Blood had to be added. We are almost done she thought. More lights then, for many days.

And now, Jay is fucking me, I can feel his dick inside my prostate now, its turning into something else entirely I think. Its always wet for my baby. He wants me so much now. There’s no hesitation. We know what to do, we aren’t suppose to stop doing it. Soon we’ll be finished. I am ready.