Bod Mod Ch. 10

Chapter 10 -- Investors' Club & Finale

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'Thank you all for coming this evening, gentleman,' Luke welcomed the four investors who were seated in Luke's living room, the lighting low and moody. There was gentle instrumental music playing in the background. The perfect gentleman's club.

The four handsome men looked sporting in their evening suits as they settled into their seats in the room, lounging on the couches. Luke was similarly dressed, trying to be the perfect host and impress the investors. It was rare he got out of the lab so talking to people who dealt in finance made him slightly nervous.

'Relax,' he told himself. 'You've made the perfect tech, app and toy. Just calm yourself and let your work speak for itself,' he propped himself up.

'We're very much hoping your little experiments have proven successful, Luke,' Lance said, checking his watch.

'Yes, a lot of money on the line here,' Tom chipped in.

'We hope this won't be a waste of our time,' Paul sounded bored.

'Many tech heads out there think they've got the new best piece of technology, get a bunch of people to invest and they don't even see the light of day,' Leo said cynically.

Luke gulped. He knew this was just what potential investors did. They liked to rattle some cages, test the waters and try to weed out the weak. It was just part of their game, toying with him so he would crack and they could leave with their money safely in their pockets knowing they had avoided a bad investment.

Luke inhaled deeply and smiled. 'Showtime', he thought. 'Rest assured, gentlemen. I understand your reservations, but as you saw in our reports and videos, the Bod Mod app has been incredibly successful. Our test subject has had various modifications that have been implemented to great triumph, which shows the successful outcome of our human trials.'

'Well, you sure know how to sell it. The science all adds up,' Paul flicked through print-outs of the report in his lap.

'And your pitch is solid,' Leo nodded, thinking of the business prospects.

'Thank you, gentleman. But, as I'm sure you will agree, the data and sales talk can only go so far. I've prepared an exclusive preview just for you,' Luke grinned, milking the word 'exclusive'.

The men sat up a bit straighter in their seats. It was the first time since they had entered Luke's house that they had seemed genuinely interested. There was an excited look in their eyes that all their poker-faced dealings could never gloss over.

Luke had to hold in a laugh. He had them in the palm of his hands. People loved to feel like they were being treated to something special, exclusively just for them.

'That might be of interest,' Tom crossed his leg. His tell gave away his clear excitement.

'Alright, boy,' Luke called. He had prepared the toy earlier for what would be in store at the investment meeting and how it would be serving the men.

The toy strolled into the living room, completely nude as was its natural state as an object, carrying a tray brimming with glasses of whiskey and cigars. It had a little black bow-tie secured around its neck, its muscles bulging and its hairless, poreless skin smooth.

There were low groans and impressed oohs and aahs from the men. They could barely hold back their reactions as their jaws hung open in surprise, sitting forward in their chairs to gawk at the fine piece of specimen before their eyes.

'Give these fine gentlemen a drink, boy,' Luke ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' the toy replied, going to each of the men individually and handing them a glass of whiskey and a cigar each. Some of them threw the drinks back straight, needing something strong to calm themselves down, others barely registered they were holding a drink, too mesmerised with the toy.

Luke beamed at the atmosphere in the room. They were totally infatuated with his property, turned from hard-nosed businessmen into slobbering boys within a matter of seconds. They were practically drooling from the handsome creation that Luke had developed.

The toy put down the tray and stood in the middle of the room so the men had a perfect view of it, arms to its sides and eyes looking straight forward, practically robotic in nature.

'He's your boyfriend?' Lance asked, finally breaking the silence.

'Yes, well, technically he "was" my boyfriend. I would prefer if you would refer to "him" as an "it" now as "it" is my property, my object, my toy.'

'He - sorry. It's so obedient,' Leo gazed in wonder.

'Yes, through the app I have developed what was once a human into an obedient object,' Luke came up behind the toy and caressed its face.

The toy could feel the tingle of its owner's hand on its face, but remained still and looking forward. It knew it had to obey and remain stoic, as per its owner's wishes. Luke continued to feel the toy's chest, arms and muscles. It made the toy feel like a piece of meat on display.

'Where's the genitals?' Paul asked.

'Funny story. When the object used to be human, he was a compulsive cheater, couldn't keep it in his pants, always running after the next guy to fuck. So, I took away his genitals, and now it's a compliant sexless toy.'

The men stared in wonder at the transformation.

The toy took in everything that was being said about it. Being reduced to an object, being naked and gawked at by a bunch of men, being groped and caressed like a piece of meat. Luke's hands all over it, feeling the curves of its body. It was awash with pleasure at the objectification. But it was all within it. It didn't let any of its emotions show on its robotic stoic appearance.

'Does it mind that it's lost its humanity?' Lance asked.

'It is human in appearance, but robotic in nature,' Luke explained. 'It still has sentience, some emotions, even pleasure, especially from being submissive, which worked in its favour in its journey into becoming an object,' Luke rubbed its head.

'But,' he continued, 'it operates as a robot, what one may call a cyborg. I refer to it as "boy" as that is a personal affection for it, but I see it as a toy, a piece of technology to be used for housework, menial tasks and, if you are so inclined ... sexual pleasure.'

'You can use the tech to turn people into sex toys?' Paul asked.

'Precisely. The technology can be used to transform people's bodies however they wish, whether it's muscle growth, weight loss, height, appearance, etc., which will be a game changer for the beauty and gym industries,' Luke explained, seeing the gentleman's eyes widen at the financial prospects. 'But,' Luke continued, knowing it would impress the men all the more. 'It will also be revolutionary for the sex toy industry and for robotics. For those willing it can also turn people into obedient, submissive sex dolls, somewhere in between living beings that are hyperreal in appearance, but essentially can be adjusted to one's own needs and then powered off when not in use. Your own personal human-robot sex toys.'

At this the men almost became ravenous like dogs in heat, gripping their seats, unable to save face any longer. They knew what they wanted and they had to have it.

Luke chuckled. It was the oldest trick in the book: sex sells. You create a new piece of technology and what do men want to use it for? Sex. 'Men are too easy,' Luke laughed internally.

'I can see I have piqued your interest, gentleman. Well, I won't tease you any longer. You're free to test out what you'll be investing in,' Luke said optimistically, but knowing he had already bagged the investment from the men. He clicked his fingers and the toy complied by getting up on the coffee table and lying on its back, its large body on full show for the men.

'Help yourselves, gentleman,' Luke waved, and at that the men were up out of their seats, touching the toy, feeling its body and the muscles.

'It's ok with us having fun with it?' Tom asked, worrying over consent issues.

'Of course, it is by all means an object, but because it has sentience I had spoken to it beforehand and it is happy for you all to use it. Right, boy?' Luke asked.

'Yes, Sir,' the toy nodded.

'Such a hot sex toy,' Lance smiled and went in to kiss the toy.

The toy felt its tongue swirling with the man's.

'It feels so real,' Lance came up for air.

'Only the best,' Luke smiled.

Paul began eating out the toy's hole, devouring the asshole and savouring the meaty taste.

'Say, are there any adjustments you can make?' Tom asked.

'Be my guest, just nothing too crazy,' Luke handed him the phone with the app open.

'How about this,' Tom actioned a change and soon the toy's areolas grew bigger and the nipples more pronounced. 'That's what I love,' he moaned before licking and gently nibbling them.

'Let me try something,' Leo said, tapping the app, which caused a change in the toy's face: its lips became plumper and its teeth receded into its gums so it no longer had any teeth. Upon seeing this, Leo took his long hard cock from his trousers and plunged deep into the toy's throat. 'Uhhhh, that feels amazing,' he groaned, enjoying the softness of the gums and lips. He then reduced the gag reflex on the app to zero and pumped in and out of the throat, enjoying maximum pleasure.

The toy was in bliss. It was being treated like a fuck toy, a mere hole to be enjoyed. Leo's dick slid in and out of it like it was nothing. It felt elated with just being a hole for the real men's pleasure.

'I wonder if it is good in both positions?' Paul tapped away on the app and soon the toy grew a long hard cock that stood to attention. It seemed to be self-lubricating, an added benefit of the toy. Paul climbed on the toy and began fucking himself on the toy's hard cock.

The toy felt Paul gripping its cock with his hole muscles, sending waves of pleasure through its newly returned cock. It was a feeling it hadn't felt in a long time. It was almost too much to compute.

'My turn, gentleman,' Luke said. Its owner was going to use it. It had been so long, it could almost cry at the thought of its owner using it for pleasure. 'Let's make your hole nice and wide and lubricated,' Luke tapped the app.

The toy felt the changes being made, its hole looser and dripping with lube.

Luke came up in between the toy's legs and pushed his cock inside.

The toy groaned in pleasure, feeling its owner inside it. The hard cock sliding against its inner walls, the lube keeping the hole slippery and welcoming for the hard shaft.

Luke pumped in and out of it. 'Good, boy. You're such a sexy toy. You put on a great show for these men. You're my prized object, boy. My own personal sex doll.'

The toy groaned, feeling waves of pleasure for its submission and from all the pleasure from the various men across its body. This is what it had been made for. This is what it had been created for by its owner, its former boyfriend who had turned it from a cheating unreliable man into an obedient, handsome, sex toy.

'I'm going to let you cum now, boy. What do you say?' Luke asked.

'Yes, Sir, please, Sir,' the toy begged in between getting face-fucked from Leo.

'Alright, cum now my toy,' Luke commanded.

And with that the toy had the most potent orgasm of its life. Pleasure streamed throughout its body, throughout the micro-particles that filled its body, throughout the systems that ran in its being. It was the perfect culmination of its journey into becoming an object. It basked in submission, in being controlled, in being dominated by the men, in being just a mere object, a hole to be used, a sex doll to be adjusted at the will of others.

Cum spewed from its cock, into Tom's hole and dripped out of the man and onto the toy's crotch. Cum also projected from the toy's mouth, coating Leo's cock in thick potent cum. It's hole also dripped cum, coating its owners' cock with cum as Luke finished fucking him. In turn each of the men orgasmed, shooting hot ropes of cum on the toy so he was drenched in the end.

'Good, boy,' Luke kissed his property. 'You were perfect.' He caught some breath.

'Thank, you, Sir,' the toy enjoyed the afterglow of the fuck session.

'So, gentleman, who's looking to invest?' Luke smiled at the men, who all gave him very promising grins in return.

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EPILOGUE

The toy had finished loading up the car with the shopping bags. It had gotten everything on its owner's list. The shopping trip had been uneventful - a busy Saturday in town full of shop-goers browsing and splurging, but otherwise an afternoon like any other weekend for the toy.

Passersbies smiled at it, gazing at its attractive features. People flirted and winked at it as they tried to catch the attention of what they saw as a handsome man dressed smartly in a light jacket and trousers. But what they didn't know as the toy just walked by and kept a steady emotionless gaze was that the attractive object was just that - not a person, just a piece of property that functioned. It had no identity, but was able to carry out orders under command.

The toy accepted the flirtations and gazing, noted them as compliments for its owner and his creation, but not for itself as it no longer had any sense of self. It was merely a by-product of its owner's successful experiments.

The toy started the car and began the journey back to its owner's home. It was given certain liberties to journey around town on its own when ordered to do the shopping, collect something for its owner or run errands. It had shown compliance under orders and always returned to the house without issue. The idea of driving away into the sunset or escaping never crossed its mind. Why would it when it was completely content with its life?

Coming to a stop, the toy parked in the driveway and got out, hauling the shopping bags without any hassle. It no longer sweated as that wasn't one of its functions anymore, but if it had it wouldn't have any trouble with the weight of the bags due to its increased strength.

'Hey, mister, wow. You're strong!' A little girl walking with her mother looked on in amazement.

The toy did not respond, only returned a muted expression to the little girl, who looked confused by the lack of interaction.

'Jade, I told you,' the mother gently chastised her daughter. 'That's not a man, it's a robot. Don't bother it. It's working,' the mother guided her daughter down the street, not even glancing at the toy. They knew of Luke's toy, first of its kind created by the Bod Mod app, soon to be rolled out as a new piece of technology to be used by people who wished to modify their own bodies to their desires or in fact create humanoid bots for anyone looking to become submissive objects themselves, free of the responsibilities and worries of everyday life.

The toy felt a warmth inside it by being described as a robot, a mere object carrying out its commanded tasks. Its owner had programmed it to feel slight pleasure when it experienced feelings of objectification. It soaked in the feelings and carried on into the house, placing the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

'Is that you boy?' Luke called from the back garden.

The toy went out through the patio door to where its owner was sun lounging by the pool with Bruno, his boyfriend of six months. The other man had found the presence of a toy that resembled an adult man around the house unsettling at first, but had soon grown used to the idea of having a personal handsome servant to boss around and do his bidding.

For the toy itself, it had no feelings of jealousy towards its owner or his new boyfriend, as it no longer had jealousy programmed into its mainframe. Plus its owner's happiness was its happiness so as Bruno was having a positive effect on Luke's romantic life, the toy welcomed Bruno almost like a second owner.

The conversation between owner and toy had been firm but compassionate.

'Boy, I have some news for you,' Luke had said to him one afternoon six months ago.

'Yes, Sir,' the toy had stopped cleaning to listen to its owner.

'I know once upon a time we used to be boyfriends, but that's no longer the case since we're owner and object now. I no longer see you as my boyfriend since we're not equal. You're not a person, just a piece of property. That doesn't mean I don't love you, I always will. But not as a partner, more like the love I have for my car or my house. You understand?'

'Yes, Sir,' the toy was accepting of its new place in the world and in its owner's house.

'I'm telling you out of courtesy for the man and boyfriend you used to be before I turned you into an object, my toy. I've started dating someone and it looks serious. I will be bringing him to the house. I know this may be strange given our past, but this will be the new reality and if things work out he will be living here. I know I have kept some emotions intact within you. So tell me, what is my boy feeling? Jealousy? Anger?'

'A small bit of jealousy, Sir,' the toy admitted, feeling some emotions bubbling up. 'But more so fear. I don't want to be cast out on the streets, Sir.'

'Boy, you don't need to worry. I would never throw you out. You're much too important a piece of scientific and technological value. Plus, you're my proudest creation,' Luke held his property's head in between his hands.

This made the toy swoon. 'Thank you, Sir.'

'Feeling better?'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Tell you what. I'll lower your emotional capacity for jealousy so the transition will be smooth. Sound good?'

'Yes, Sir. Thank you,' the toy confirmed, proud in his place as an object.

That had been six months ago and the toy had welcomed the new pairing of its two owners.

'Hey, boy. Grab us some drinks,' Bruno called, holding up an empty glass.

'Yes, Sir,' the toy confirmed, collecting the empty glasses from the men and walking back inside the house. Serving had become a regular part of its reality.

As it was filling the glasses with ice it spotted its owner's phone unlocked on the counter. It usually didn't experience much emotion on a day-to-day basis, save the rare emotional capacities that its owners allowed. But, today, the sight of the unlocked phone stirred a long forgotten emotion it hadn't felt in quite some time: curiosity.

Glancing up, it saw Luke and Bruno laughing down at the other end of the garden on the loungers.

Some remnants of human sentience bubbled up from deep within its hardware. Luke had said that he would keep some of its humanity intact out of courtesy for who it had once been. It was a slight niggle of curiosity that made it do the next move. It clicked into the bod mod app, checking its own functionality on the screen and the various modifications it was under.

Up popped a red button with white writing. It tantalisingly read: 'Disable all modifications'.

What did this mean? The toy wondered. It knew it shouldn't be sneaking around and looking at its owner's phone. This was wrong. It wasn't what an object should do. Property shouldn't disobey or lie to its owner. Where were these feelings of agency or streaks of disobedience coming from? It usually went about its day in total compliance, looking straight ahead and doing as told.

And yet ... the humanity still deep within it was goading it on. That tiny spark of emotional capacity was threatening to ignite.

Urged on, it pressed the display and a warning prompted on the screen: 'Disabling all modifications will return the subject to default mode before any changes or modifications were made. Do you wish to disable all modifications?'

Default as in ... back to square one, back to who it had been before its journey to becoming an object? It could barely remember who it had been all that time ago. But suddenly flashbacks came to live, somewhere deep within the recess of its mind, in its biological hardware that hadn't been wiped clean. Images fired across its mind, of its job in the gym, working out, laughing with clients, urging them on, inspiring them to hit their goals, reaching their potential and moving further in their lives than they had ever imagined. It also saw who it had been, flirting with men, fucking them, the lies and deception and sneaking around. Coming home to Luke, the love, the support, the life they had built together. How hurt he had been when he had found out about the cheating.

The toy gazed at the words and the two options that prompted below: 'Yes' and 'No'. At the click of a button, its whole life could change.

Continue as a toy, a mere object under the stable, safe control of its owners, obedient and serving without any worries or responsibilities.

Or return to the life of a sentient person, a man with choices and decisions, freedom to do as he pleased independently, albeit in a world of uncertainty.

The two choices were monumental. It was impossible to choose. 'Tick ... tock ... tick ... tock' went the clock on the wall, cacophonous in the quiet room.

The toy's finger hovered over the phone screen, re-reading the words over and over again: 'Disable all modifications?'

Yes or No?

THE END

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There we have it, the end of the series! I hope you enjoyed it. What do you think the toy chose? Continue as the object or return to being Jordan? I will leave you to imagine the outcome.

Thank you so much to everyone for reading and for your lovely comments along the way. It was a real treat to experiment with writing about objectification, which can be quite hot! Henry x