A Boy And His Bike (ASK)

The last thing you remember is walking back home from the store when someone came up from behind you and put a burlap bag over your head. Everything went dark, and you felt as you were thrust into a car and driven far out of town. You were pushed out of the car and onto the cold, wet pavement. At first you thought you were on the street, but the loud echo of the car speeding away told you you were in some sort of building.

Now, you’re wandering around. It’s pitch black and eerily quiet. You call out for help, but are met only with the sudden sound of a machine starting up. The ground beneath you starts to shift, and after a moment you realize that you’ve been standing on a conveyer belt, and are moving gradually towards a towering machine.

You try and run, but its as if your feet are frozen to the rubber. You can only stare on as the mouth of the machine draws closer and closer, beaconing you inside. You close your eyes, bracing for the absolute worst. But then, something else happens…

The sound subsides. The space around you grows warm, and your nostrils fill with the scent of fresh leather and gasoline. Like a new car. It envelopes you, this smell, and you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling of warmth that is now overtaking your body. You grow numb, and suddenly you can no longer feel your feet on the rubber, or anything else for that matter.

Then out of the darkness come the feeling of a thousand hands, warm and soft like the air around you. They probe your body and stroke your skin, and suddenly you feel hornier than you’ve been in years.

But then the mouth opens back up and the sunlight hits your eyes, and suddenly everything is freezing cold. The factory around you is bustling now, unlike it was before, and the daylight makes you wonder how long you were trapped in there.

You try and move, but you can’t. You try and yell, but the sound that comes out of your mouth isn’t human. It almost sounds like and engine…

“Here we are,” a voice behind you says, and you feel a hand pat your back. “She’s a beauty ain’t she?”

“’He’, actually,” another voice says, “it was a ‘he’ before.”

“Well it don’t matter now,” The first voice moves around to reveal one of the factory workers, who looks you up and down with an appreciative eye. You struggle to make words, but nothing comes out. What have they turned me into? you think, frantically trying to run away.

But it’s like you can’t remember how to run. It’s difficult to remember anything actually. Anything other than driving, being on the road. You get lost in the though, and are pulled back to reality when you see the second voice come around the other side.

He’s absolutely stunning. Dark brown hair neatly covering his face and muscles that could have been chiseled from marble. He smiles with the warmest, friendliest smile you think you’ve ever seen.

“Yup,” he says. “Damn, what a beautiful bike. You guys weren’t joking when you said they’ve got personality. I can almost feel him smiling back at me.”

Bike??? You think. But it all his you at once. The factory. The engine sounds. Suddenly you can feel the shape of your body—your new body. The curve of your wheels. The rumble of the engine in your chest. The cool wind brushing up against your leather seat, and your two handles tingling in the cold factory air.

You have been transformed into a motorcycle. A human bike. You don’t even have time to process this before the factory worker says: “You wanna take him for a spin?”

NO, you protest silently. Turn me back! I want to go back!! This is not the life you imagined, not the life you planned for.

But you can feel him mounting you. You can feel the shape of his ass filling in your leather seat, his tight muscle hands gripping your handles, and big feet revving the gas and sending you into a state of pure pleasure. You start to forget about being human, about being in control. All that matters is the man sitting on top of you, ready to ride you for the rest of your life.

As you pull off the converter belt, surrendering all control to him as he drives you out the large factory doors and into the setting sun, your big metallic body surges with ecstasy. You can think of nothing more than serving your man, vibrating violently as the thought of his adonis body stretched out over you overtakes your being. You’ve truly transformed, inside and out, and things will never be the same.

The wind whistles through your mechanical parts, trapped in perpetual orgasm. Through the peaks and valleys of his body, shaking with pleasure. Everything as it was meant to be; just a boy and his bike, riding off into blissful eternity.