M4M kink writing. Control and transformation of men. 18+ only.
Wessex was monologuing about transcendental meditation… again. With each overemphasized syllable, his hands moved like a painter wielding a brush. His boyfriend Kenny nodded along, though the interest was feigned. Kenny was too busy wondering when the waiter would bring their food.
Clyde smiled through it all, while his new boyfriend Eric sat beside him, unnervingly still, chin slightly raised. Eric hadn’t blinked in nearly two minutes.
Continue readingWhen Matt’s carefully controlled life begins to crack under the weight of a secret desire, he turns to an obscure online forum in search of something he’s never dared voice aloud: the need to become a machine.
What begins as a fantasy spirals into something far more immersive when he counters Ben, a man offering a full sensory protocol, promising conversion, not cosplay. With his reality overwritten and his identity suspended, Matt submits to a new existence. Sleek, obedient, and inhuman.
But when the line between kink and control vanishes, Matt’s husband Jim must decide: Can love survive when one of you no longer qualifies as human? Or is there something even deeper, and more intoxicating, about a partner who exists solely to obey?
I Want to Be a Cyborg is dark, suggestive, and psychologically erotic, exploring identity, submission, and the boundaries between fantasy and transformation. It’s not for tourists.
I Want to Be a Cyborg is a 7,600-word short story. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.
When Matt’s carefully controlled life begins to crack under the weight of a secret desire, he turns to an obscure online forum in search of something he’s never dared voice aloud: the need to become a machine.
What begins as a fantasy spirals into something far more immersive when he counters Ben, a man offering a full sensory protocol, promising conversion, not cosplay. With his reality overwritten and his identity suspended, Matt submits to a new existence. Sleek, obedient, and inhuman.
Continue readingRead Chapter 1 to get caught up before reading on…
Matt drove with the radio off. The rising sun bled over the hills in golden streaks, catching on windshields and bouncing off silos. Mount Horeb thinned out fast, replaced by long stretches of dry fields, baled hay, and distant barns like toy buildings in a sea of beige. About an hour into the drive, Jim texted.
Mornin’ babe. Saw your note. Tell Danny I said hi.
Matt forced a smile and replied.
Will do.
Continue readingMatt came with his eyes open.
Jim’s back arched slightly atop him, fingers curling into the sheets as he let out a quiet, familiar growl. The ceiling fan spun overhead in lazy circles, evaporating the sweat from their bodies and infusing their shared afterglow with a hint of chill. A floorboard creaked beneath their bed. In the silence that followed, Jim exhaled and rolled back over to his side, letting his body go slack.
But Matt’s body didn’t follow. His mind was still alight with his secret desires. He blinked slowly, and for a long moment, he was able to successfully delay reality’s inevitable return. In his imagination, his skin wasn’t flushed and freckled, but smooth, mirror finished, and free of pores or blemishes. His arms were chrome. His thighs reflected the light. Each breath was a servo-whir, each moan a filtered audio file marked “submissive_pleasure_014.” An output report immediately followed each climax response.
Continue readingTo kick off the new year, Tobias resolves to be more organized. Graham, his ever-devoted husband, promises to be more supportive. Together, they order Max—a state-of-the-art domestic assistant, to help them meet their goals.
At first, Max is everything they hoped for: efficient, helpful, and discreet. But Max doesn’t just handle chores. He evaluates. He adjusts. He corrects.
Tobias thrives under the structure, rising in his company with militant precision. Graham, meanwhile, finds himself changed in quieter ways. He’s stripped down, streamlined, and reconditioned into a new ideal. Their home becomes cleaner. Their speech becomes calmer. Their intimacy becomes… programmed.
As the Shield encasing Graham grows tighter and Max’s influence seeps into every word and gesture, what began as a shared commitment to improvement becomes a descent into beautifully engineered submission.
Resolutions is a 30,000-word erotic techno-dystopian romance about transformation, hierarchy, and the tender terror of letting go. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.
Tobias Greene stood in the center of his apartment’s pristine living room, his arms folded neatly across his chest, a faint frown pulling at his lips. “They said it would arrive precisely at eight o’clock,” he muttered, glancing at the digital clock on the wall, its sleek numbers glowing faintly in the soft morning light. “It’s 8:03. You’d think an advanced AI delivery service would be more precise.”
Behind Tobias, his husband Graham chuckled, the sound warm and unhurried, a soothing counterpoint to Tobias’ sharp edges. “Maybe they ran into traffic,” he teased, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee cradled in his hands. His casual stance, paired with the faintly rumpled cardigan he wore over his white t-shirt and dark slacks, contrasted with Tobias’ polished appearance.
Continue readingI sat alone in my dimly lit apartment, the neon glow of the city outside flickering through my windows like a dying pulse. My fingers hovered over my phone, scrolling for the millionth time through the last few messages I’d received from Josh. Like a lovesick teenager, I reread every romantic exchange, trying to figure out what I’d done to turn him off.
Three dates, countless laughs, and then nothing. He vanished as if he never existed. It wasn’t like we were living out in the frontier sectors, where drones patrolled the streets, government agents monitored every breath, and disappearances were common. Josh and I hit it off like I never had with anyone before. Or so I thought.
Continue readingRead chapter 4 of “Robot cops” to get caught up before reading the final installment…
Bryan opened his eyes. His return to consciousness was met with almost debilitating disorientation. He didn’t remember blacking out, nor did he recognize his current location. The last thing he remembered was that he’d gone looking for Jack. He’d found him just off the hoverway where he—
In the haze of Bryan’s mind, his memories didn’t play out continuously, like an old cinefilm. Instead, they developed in asynchronous order in short, still images, like distorted holophotos. He remembered seeing Jack slumped against the wall. He remembered seeing his hands bound in wristcuffs. He remembered the smooth, plastic, hyper-masculine torso of a PX officer. The cold, artificial feeling of PX roboskin against his bound hands. And that low, monotonic voice calling his name.
Citizen Bryan Collins.
Continue readingRead chapter 3 of “Robot cops” to get caught up before reading on…
Bryan sped down the hoverway, his eyes darting back and forth between the road ahead and the clock on his dashboard. It was 7:53 p.m. His mind was in fits, trying to fathom what his friend Jack could have uncovered. What would make him resort to sneaking about like a spy, leaving paper messages as clues to avoid having his movements traced? Whatever it was, Bryan surmised, couldn’t possibly be good.
He navigated off the hoverway at exit 4 and quickly turned onto Olive Street. Instead of stopping there, he drove for another block and parked. He’d meet up with Jack on foot, he decided.
The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon, and the city streets were bathed in a dim gray twilight. This stretch of Olive Street crossed through the city’s central core, densely populated with commuters during the day and all but deserted after dark. Bryan rounded the corner, reaching Jack’s designated meeting place and checking his ID card display for the time. 8:01 p.m.
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