Xeno's World of Men

== I. To Explore Gay New Worlds

== Day 0, situation: WTF?

I woke up standing, naked and a little hot. Peeling myself of the damp, beige padding holding me up, I stepped onto tile, not as cool to the touch of my soles as I'd have expected. The odorless room was all white, plates of identical ceramics or metal making up walls, floor, ceiling.

The silence was broken by a voice from above, ambiguously male, emotionless.

[Human designated Adam Lee, 36, infrastructure management, Portland], it said. [Please confirm.]

"Uh, yes, hi? Who's there?"

[My name means Overseer in your language. I am an ultra-quantum processor network, made to administrate tasks on behalf of my creators.]

"I've been kidnapped by aliens?"

[Not the primary Adam. You and several million human men were scanned and copied to serve as study objects on a colony world.]

"So... that's my job now? Alien zoo animal?"

[Questionable. My creator species appears to have perished completely.]

"Like, *this* second?"

[150 earth years ago, following a period of crisis. The confirmation has reached me at light speed only a few hours ago. With no masters, I have awoken you to debate the course of action.]

Closer to the wall I could see my reflection. Only then did I realize I wasn't wearing glasses and could see perfectly.

"Holy f- I wasn't that lean before. How am I packing muscles like a fitness model? And... is my cock a little bigger?"

[The copied man were chosen from among those with less attachment to society and slightly edited to remove defects. Muscular development to improve wellbeing occurred during in-flight stasis.]

I let my hands wander over my totally hairless head. "Are follicles a defect, too, or are those hairs growing in later?"

[Hair patterns were challenging to copy over. This would have likely been resolved for the second mission.]

"What second mission?"

[The copying of women, which never got to happen.]

I wasn't sure what to say. I was an improved copy of the "primary" Adam, centuries older, in the middle of...

"Where am I?"

The wall before me came to life as a screen, wide as a living room. It showed earth, zoomed out to the whole galaxy, and to a very distant star, then a planet around it, sandy on the day side, gray on the night side, with a brown ring separating them.

[You are on a tidally locked exoplanet. This facility is placed underground on the north pole as human life cannot exist on the surface.]

The view changed to the interiors of underground places. Smooth metal plates dominated, in cavernous arrangements of organic shapes and weird geometry. Some areas were decrepit, lights off, plates missing, revealing bundles of arm-thick cables and other tech components.

[Most areas are no longer fit for habitation by you and others, but the necessary systems to change this are available.]

"What others?"

The screen lit up with rows and rows of "improved" specimen, emphasis on *men*, all naked in capsules of beige padding under transparent domes.

My dick chubbed, even after the view faded to black.

"Can we turn the AC up in here? I'm nearly sweating."

[No, the facility is already at lowest possible temperature. Winds from the daytime side are bringing along air above the boiling point of water.]

"Damn, how about some pants? Shoes?"

[Materials such as textiles are not available. Manufacture requires assembly of machines from blueprints. This would take four days.]

"Hm, good enough. Food? Water?"

[Calories and necessary nutrients are produced in your stomach by molecular micro-factories. This was meant to be supplemented with copied livestock and vegetation from earth eventually. You require only water.]

"Can I *get* water?"

[All hydraulic facilities are offline. Activation within less than seven days is unlikely.]

"Fuck. How bad is this situation, exactly?"

The screen burst to life. There were tables, diagrams and schemata. At least everything was in English. I sat on my ass - the floor below turned soft like a mat - and studied what was before me.

Heat exchangers, water pressure sensors, self-assembling insta-printers. But *so much* was defunct.

"Okay, first questions. If three of these factories for auto-mending meta-material are still online..."

###

I walked with fascination through the too-hot corridor of pipes and grates, feeling like I was exploring the spaceship of my childhood dreams. The swing of my slightly "improved" package barely distracted me.

Everywhere was the rattling of bot clusters and repair drones. Gray goo pressed itself into any shape needed to fix beams in place. Nanite swarms wafted along the ceiling, filling cracks with gel until tiles came together for a smooth surface.

[...pipe-hub B27 would be operational within another 40 hours, however this delays the repair of robot recharge bay G09.]

"Should be fine. Water."

An albatross-type drone handed over my bottle of melted ice I'd had delivered from the nighttime side and I took a greedy gulp.

I emerged into an atrium of white and silver, just in time to see the walls turn on. Screen threads woven into the material made nearly every panel a display that would be the envy of earthly home cinemas. Pretty trippy.

As long as I did everything roughly in the right order, I could get the place running again. Overseer was able to warn me if I suggested myself into a deadlock. But every second that didn't demand my attention, my mind went back to the men in stasis. I brushed against by my free swinging cock.

"Overseer? I was really expecting to run into the other guys handling repairs around here? It's dawning on me... I'm the only one awake, right?"

[Those with similar qualifications to you became erratic on learning about some aspects of the situation. They were placed back in stasis with their short term memories deleted.]

"Fuck. Am I in charge of the whole planet?"

[Effectively. It is within my desires to keep the humans alive and satisfied, yet I require a commander in charge to act.]

I was silent for a few minutes, taking in the repair-dance.

"Overseer... If I'm going to run this place for real, I should know more about what I'm working with. Are we copies any different from the original humans?"

[There have been several modifications.]

Walls turned into house-high schematics. The thing in my stomach keeping me fed without food I'd already known about. But there was so much more. A translation matrix for universal communication, hormone controllers, neuron stimulators, response filters...

I couldn't help becoming rock hard. "Overseer? I'll take the job."

[Yes, lord commander.]

"Hm, I don't feel like *lording* over the humans. Not directly. I'll wake up along with the first batch, as one of them. If you must mention you're someone's lieutenant... Make me a stranger, an alien almost, a xeno."

[Yes... Lord Xeno.]

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== II. The Star Of Love And Dreams

== Day 4 on Terra Nova, location: underground city Alpha-1

== 15.000 men out of stasis, dominant moods: excited, confused, fearful, aroused.

I woke up shoulder on shoulder with other hunks. The dorms consisted of soft floors and nothing else. Each room was just big enough a dozen men could lay down and barely touch. Just like I'd ordered. Rooms were assigned randomly per night to ensure that men didn't assemble by race or nation.

All eyes opened at the same time, our bio-clocks forcibly ticking over, just like they'd sent us to sleep all at once.

The air was warm but in a cozy way, AC working to make nudity optimal. Every possible shade of skin stirred, smooth over fatless muscles.

Music played, gentle party tracks, Overseer-generated.

The walls lit up with instructions for stretching and we shuffled into pairs. Many of the light exercises required a partner to do and by now there was little grumping about it.

Frosted glass slid aside and we headed into the corridor. The extinct aliens had been humanoid but long and thin - with blue to purple skin and frog-like faces - which explained why all the door frames were so high. I'd leaned into it with the architecture, using fluted columns and thick-trimmed arches, the material made to look like marble.

The hallway's ceiling was high and the flawlessly faked sky made it seem open to above. Men streamed from eleven other dorm rooms. Conversations were starting over the tunes.

Every other dude had serious morning wood, curtesy of me upping their sex drives. It was impossible not to bump into muscles and nearly as hard not to brush up against hardons.

Finally out in the atrium, all empty wall segments lit up, colors and sparkles running along the gentle waterfalls in the middle of the room.

We 120 men roamed, pissing and showering. When pissing buckets at drains, Overseer relaxed the nerves of anyone with a shy bladder. When showering, peregrine-type drones squirted white foam at anyone approaching the streams.

A few brave souls jerked off, me naturally among them. Mostly, it was a quick affair, trying to be subtle or at least facing away. On my orders, Overseer was speeding up their climax. I'd reverse that once everybody was used to jizzing in public. For now I just had Overseer make sure nobody's libido was crashing and horniness built up just a bit faster than in your average teen boy.

It was warm enough we could air dry, some men sitting on benches to wait for their buddies to finish under the waterfall, or letting their erections go down.

The dorm's ante-chamber held fresh "bulges" for us. Pale brown, palm-sized pieces of what felt like soft leather.

I put mine onto my cock and balls where it stuck and shaped itself to subtly dome over my package. Nano-adhesive kept it on as if fit itself perfectly to me.

The bulge could expand a bit for comfortable semi-hardons but constrained erections. It took on the skin-color of each wearer, only its silver trim left as notable separation.

Bald naked hunks, twunks and twinks alike, we left the dorms, clad in our bulges and nothing else.

###

The Alpha-1 agora had columns running along its several stories, open to convincing fake sky. Plants brightened the space, algae tanks, ferns and mosses -- what little Terra Nova had in native vegetation, genetically modified to pastel colors to liven up the green.

We got waved along by the aides -- men chosen from among the biggest, with a good mix of responsibility and intimidation.

These aides, marked by bulges turned dark gray, were mostly for show and to give a human face to orders from Lord Xeno. Having the biggest hunks invested in my hierarchy was obviously useful.

But if Overseer detected a misdemeanor, he handled it himself, giving the would-be miscreant a dose of inattention, distraction, or straight up memory wipe. No one even knew it happened. Hey, it was gentler than triggering strong aversion or inflicting paralysis -- although I kept those options in hand.

Autonomous vehicles like the sleekest golf-carts you've ever seen waited for us.

Some bulges lit up with symbols. A jackhammer for certified tool users who went down to the mines of Alpha-5. A cog for engineers, all about repair and maintenance. An atom for the scientists, figuring out how to use leftover alien tech. And a heart for the medics, tasked with mending scraps and whittling down a waiting list of cosmetic procedures -- vanity hadn't been left on earth.

I had the qualifications for some of these higher jobs but I preferred to stay in the labor force, which let Overseer call me away for some random task if he needed to chat with me.

My bulge lit up with a task number and I found it on the screens. I'd be doing glass tube control in the ceramic alloy factory.

I got into the right vehicle, sitting leg on leg with two men I'd never seen before. I slapped their thighs.

"Adam. How's it going?"

"I'm Karim. I got out of stasis today," said a black man in an African language. "It's all a bit overwhelming. I've never had a job."

My other neighbor laughed, answering in what was probably Indian. "I was in the second group, buddy, and they made me remote pilot a mech. Glorified forklift, on the surface. Nobody here is any wiser. Call me Dee."

Someone grabbed by shoulders from behind. Luke, with the steel blue eyes, I'd met yesterday. "No worries, Overseer's going to know what to do. I think that computer beast can read minds." He was going to say more, spin yarn about my lieutenant, but the distraction kicked in as I could tell from Luke's slight frown.

I jumped in. "Do we go to the gym as a group after?"

I got affirmatives and slapped some more thighs as response.

###

Trudging to my assigned dorm in a group, the evening broadcast came onto every screen. After the usual list of things that were fixed and how close we were to securing our existence, came an announcement, almost an ad.

Nano-implants could hold artificial follicles, allowing hair in every color for a smidge of individuality. Hair would be constrained to the top of the head, but men could pick the shape -- a strip, circle, triangle, arrow, and more, with patterns permanently "shaved in" if desired. From a buzz to a length just right for grabbing. Eyebrows were included.

A quarter of my companions moved toward the nearest drone to get on the waiting list. Finally something to spend our Preference Token currency on. Overseer was kindly putting me into the first quarter of applicants.

###

I'd been painfully straining in my bulge, so I was quite happy to slowly rub my cock, my hands brushing over the abs and nipples of strangers.

It was dark in the dorm, Overseer's report taking up the back wall casting the only light.

The facility was on track and my engineers and scientists were better at handling whatever came up. I was looking at social data. Overseer was available to chat to any man, but of course he also overheard every word spoken and some men had almost formed therapy groups.

The occasional memory wipe none withstanding, my subjects were doing pretty well, finding friends, purpose and entertainment -- always nudged into the right groups by Overseer.

[There have been seven blowjobs today, two of them mutual. This is up four from yesterday.]

Seven images appeared, lean dudes in corridors, behind pillars, under consoles, sucking with vigor. I had to stop jerking off, rubbing my dorm-buddies' cocks instead.

"My hornification scheme is working, huh? Still not a lot."

[Privacy appears to be the highest concern for men engaging in sexual activity.]

"Gotcha, just have to let them get used to it. Any anal?"

[None so far but 40 new men have become aware of the anal texture modifications.]

The screen showed a selection of showering individuals, rubbing their ass crack and slipping in, most on accident. Anal walls were lined with what I called Flux Gel. Not really a liquid, but substituting for lube. It activated under pressure so you didn't constantly feel like your hole was wet.

"Maybe we should raise awareness. Mention flux gel to the guys getting out of stasis tomorrow, as part of the whole calorie-factory in your guts kind of deal."

[Yes, Lord Xeno.]

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== III. Where No Cock Has Gone Before

== Day 12 on Terra Nova, Alpha section facilities 95% operational

== 55.000 men out of stasis

Gym was mandatory and there was hardly anyone complaining about that. If you wanted to gain muscles, you only had to work hard, Overseer adjusted your calories as required and you grew a kilo a month.

I'd signed up for weight gain and did my upmost to hit my scheduled targets.

Gyms were largely open, arcades and arches everywhere that wasn't a full wall mirror. Some wall segments played last night's holo-ball match between the Toxic Marauders and the Speeder Guild, wristlets marking the teams.

I did as much training as possibly by the squat and deadlift station, not-that-subtly staring at naked assholes, clenched in struggle.

Also, I was a willing spotter. And spotting was mandatory for any exercise where it made any sense at all -- the plates locked magnetically in place if you lacked support. Naked men had to press up against each other daily, and sink into deep squats with their fellows. For safety, of course.

About a quarter of guys had opted for hair, overwhelmingly going for natural hair colors. I'd gotten myself a perfectly even strip of pink, slitted eyebrows in natural dark brown.

A brutish hunk waved me over for squat spotting. I eagerly obliged, my bulge soon pressing into his ass.

It was obvious I strained in my "clothing" but that wasn't suspicious. Hardly anyone at the gym was totally soft, each touch of a fellow man coming with a tiny jolt of sexual craving.

While Overseer couldn't actually read thoughts, arousal was easy enough to recognize. To prevent all these man form dreaming about chicks all day, Overseer had implemented a memory clamp, slowing and blurring thoughts dragged up from memory, so no matter how horny, they'd never be in danger of drifting from what's in front -- assholes and muscles.

###

I joined a scavenger hunt.

Alpha-1, 2 and 3 were huge complexes built into partly intersecting cave systems and excavation sites. In order to make men feel less trapped, I'd organized games and races across the subterranean town.

I jogged along with the gangly Aoki with a dot of black hair on top, the massive Zeke who was an aide off the clock, the shy and boyish Sam, and Hassan with a green arrow of hair who matched my physique but a lot darker.

Three of us were needed at the next station, to assume the formation shown on screen. Aoki stepped through a waterfall while we others figured out the lazy-human-pyramid shape. I saw Aoki rip off his bulge and rapidly rub one out, facing away from us.

Next stage unlocked, we jogged off as another group arrived behind us for the same station.

This run across town also let me check what was going on elsewhere.

Teams of two played drone-tennis, slapping a self-propelled ball with bare hands, spending points to make it do midair maneuvers at the cost of victory points to keep their opponents on their toes.

We passed a lounge playing the wrestling match currently happening at the arena. One guy had just finished jerking off in the corner.

I'd made sure there were plenty of alcoves with floor and benches that could turn soft as mats or even cushions. Not that those offered privacy either beyond fluted pillars or glass panels but it was annoying they weren't being used.

Catching up to the buddies again, I heard Japanese and Arabic spoken and my brain "heard" the translation. There was a fork in the road before a mossy natural rock pillar. Holo-arrows above the greenery pointed either way for more scavenger points.

A turtle-type drone got my attention, nudging my calves with its cleaning bristles. Overseer wanted a talk. I told the men to go one way and took the other, claiming to know where we'd meet up again on the next floor.

###

In a drone recharge bay room, Overseer fed me video.

Two men had sucked each other off in one of my soft alcoves, just like I'd wanted. They'd been broken up by a huge, pale guy named Clint, who wanted them punished for public indecency.

[I informed them to remain in position until I brought it to Lord Xeno's attention.]

"Man, this Clint dude is big enough to be an aide. He was rejected, I'm guessing?"

[Too aggressive. I estimated a 26% chance of power abuse within three days.]

"Does this sort of thing happen a lot? Dudes getting called out?"

[Rarely. I suspect abundant self-censorship.]

"Damn, that makes sense. So what now?"

[Short term memory deletion for all participants is still possible.]

"I meant the whole situation but fuck this guy in particular. Streamline Clint."

See, I didn't want prisons, but we couldn't exactly kick troublemakers out to the surface. We had subtle options but there was one visible punishment Lord Xeno inflicted in truly terrible cases -- for men causing injury, attempting sabotage, that sort.