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The Cabana Boys’ meet ‘The Foundation’
-3- ‘New York – Ras-al-Haroun’
The wheels had started to turn.
When Callum and Joey ran into Dylan and Ian, two members of the ‘Foundation’, the two leaders of the ‘Cabana Boys’ had made that first contact between the two highly covert groups on purpose, following a well laid out, careful plan.
Everything had gone well, and now, just twenty-four hours later, a sleek Jet landed on the ‘Saucer’s’ helipad, using it’s ability to land vertically, flawlessly piloted by Captain Ashan Abadi, the young man who was Professor Brent Spiner’s boyfriend.
It was an open secret in their group of trusted friends that Professor Spiner had specialized into medical robotics at a very early stage of his career to help another man he loved, his own brother.
The timing had not been right back then, the robotized surgeries had not been perfected and the nanite treatment was still far in the future, Spiner’s brother died from cancer, but the Professor never stopped working, and in the end he succeeded. Now he was the leading expert in his field.
His maybe most influential discovery and development had occurred as he worked with the infamous company ‘Dickson Enterprises’. This breakthrough had been the innovation of the nanites.
Those nanites were able to form clusters, to communicate, to construct microscopic computers by combining forces, always following certain programming. They should be used as tools to repair and heal.
However, only interested in research and development, in the scientific side of a problem, Brent had not realized his innovation had been stolen from him. Dr. Artemis and Mr. Dickson had patented the technology. In the end they even tried to use it to brainwash Professor Spiner, basically enslave him like they had enslaved countless men and women as their devoted workforce or their mindless sex-toys.
Luckily, Professor Brent Spiner had Issac Asimov’s "Laws of Robotics" in mind as he programmed his creations.
The first two and most important laws read:
‘A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm’.
‘A robot cannot cause harm to mankind or, by inaction, allow mankind to come to harm’
The second part, adding to the first to make this highest directive even clearer, was added by Asimov in 1985. This so called Law Zero takes this prime directive one step further.
Another law, Professor Spiner thought, made sure his creations would always obey him:
‘A robot must obey orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.’
Spiner had modified this law slightly, so only people with specific codes were able to program and control the nanites, but his code was at the highest level and overrode all others.
And last but not least:
‘A robot must protect its own existence, as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.’
Professor Spiner had programmed the Laws of Robotics into all of his creations. However, he found that his colleagues had tried to reprogram the little robotics devices, the nanites in his bloodstream.
His original programming was for them to obey all the laws of robotics, and, taking his precautions one step further, to always obey him.
Due to an implanted device in his own body, unknown to Dr. Artemis and Mr. Dickson, the nanites 'recognized' the Professor’s own code and, consequently, did not work against him - not enslaving him as others had been.
His reasoning behind the device was simple: Brent Spiner feared that someone might reprogram the micro-robots, the nanites, trying to take control of him or worse.
Professor Spiner did not share most of his past. Not even Dr. Ian Austin or Mr. Dylan Bullimore knew about the darker moments of the scientist’s past. Spiner was not even his real name, and the appearance he had given himself was not his original looks.
After escaping the influence of the Dickson Company and it’s leaders, the Professor had used the power of the nanites to undergo a quite long and painful process. His nanites had slowly changed his body, even down to the structure of his bones. Accelerated healing had been one of the prime aims of his work, but for himself he had overridden certain safety protocols, and the complicated process had resulted in the body he had today, giving him a new appearance, 'disguising' the old scientist that had fled the influence of Dickson.
The scientist that developed the basic principles had been seventy-five years old when he left Dickson County for good. The man who was Professor Brent Spiner now looked not a day older than thirty-five. He felt youthful, energetic and powerful, and none of his old adversaries even knew that he was still alive.
Now the rejuvenated scientist was stronger than ever.
In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of thousands of other RV’s, Spiner was steering his little tools remotely, using powerful computers and a myriad of little satellites he had hacked. No one discovered him as he slowly used what he had developed, but had been stolen from him.
The enslaved boys, spread all over the world, day by day regained their strength and control with the help of the nanites Dickson had wanted to use to rein them in.
Meanwhile, the powerful jet left New York.
Captain Ashan Abadi had just picked up his passengers, Ian and Dylan plus Callum and Joey, and headed for Ras-al-Haroun, the Sheikdom in the Middle East, ruled by King Omar Suleiman.
The covert groups they represented had joined forces, and with their combined power they knew how to fight Meyers’ infamous Hollywood Agency and even, ultimately, the worldwide influence of Dickson Enterprises.
Professor Spiner fought as well. A silent, hidden, but highly focused fight to help the one boy that they had not, as yet, managed to rescue.
Tyler Johnson, manipulated by Mr. Meyers, brainwashed, infected with nanites to be controllable, was suffering in the palace of a certain Arabian Prince.
Prince Hamza, a man of endless reserves of money to cater even his most perverted wishes, had bought Tyler and a few other boys at Meyers’ last auction, and Tyler had been in his clutches ever since.
For a few weeks now the young athlete fought the Prince’s evil ideas. While Hamza came up with brand new methods to break Tyler’s will, the young athlete seemed to be able to resist them all.
The boy had been used and abused by the Prince and his men, by visitors, by hired specialists, he had been filmed while suffering, and those films had been sold to the rich perverts all over the world.
Prince Hamza found pleasure in the knowledge that he even made money out of the sufferings he inflicted on the boy. Tyler had turned from a mere pastime into a profitable business, a good investment.
“UUUURGGHHMMMMM!” The boy in front of the Prince was gagged by a red ball, prominently displayed between the full, pouty lips on young American's beautiful face.
At that moment, Tyler was sat in the ‘Borgia Chair’ again, getting fucked by the powerful motor hidden inside the beautiful piece of furniture.
Prince Hamza had already grown tired of this toy, but someone wanted to buy it from him, even willing to pay the highest asking price, if the chair really delivered what the man had heard it could.
Tyler was sweating, grunting, moaning helplessly. As usual, a tight cockring was snapped around the base of his dick, emitting electrical impulses triggering the boy’s nerve endings.
Today, Tyler was used as a test-object. A man from America had visited the Palace, bringing his own slave-boy, but the man at first wanted Tyler to demonstrate the powerful chair evidently while his own slave watched.
Smirking nastily, he had said: ” I don’t want to risk my property.... yet!”
The visitor fondled Tyler’s fat cock, marveling at the size and hardness of it. The man knew the boy suffered, but was still able to develop an impressive hard-on.
”May I?” he turned briefly to ask the Prince for his permission, and Hamza nodded, curtly giving the man the permission to work over Tyler at will.
He watched, almost bored, as the man leaned in, licked Tyler’s dickhead, made the boy moan briefly, before he chuckled nastily and closed his fist around the boy’s swollen nut-sack, making him grunt out in sudden pain.
The Prince allowed himself a brief smile. The man was not the wimpy slime-bag Hamza had anticipated, he was in a class of his own.
While Hamza watched, now openly jerking his own fat dick, the man manipulated the young jock masterfully, let Tyler struggle, get limp, arouse him again, like a puppet-master or a virtuoso violinist, playing the boy like a fiddle. 
Hamza watched as Tyler came, spurted a huge amount of hot lava, and the man simply let it spill out, carefully making sure his expensive suit was not stained. His own slave-boy had stripped down to a small pair of briefs by now, following an unspoken order of his master, and waited, watching.
There was one last surprise for Prince Hamza: The man snapped his fingers, and the boy he had brought with him reacted. He stripped, knelt, bent over, and licked off the pools of cum from the polished marble floor of the Grand Hall of Torturous Pleasures, as the Prince had named the big room full of his most sophisticated toys.
While the Prince watched the young man’s round ass, the man smiled maliciously:
”I forgot to introduce my son, your Highness, I must apologize.”
He grinned at the surprised Prince. A slave, yes, that was quite normal, but the man’s own son acting like a mere slave, that was highly arousing. The Prince felt his own manhood harden.
The young American looked like all he did was work out, train to build the body his father wanted. He looked like a mannequin in a fitness magazine, but his full red lips looked swollen, and his bulge seemed almost too big for an average boy, so the Prince drew the educated conclusion that the man had had specialists modify his son following his 'ideal' of a sex toy.
The Prince watched the man fondle the boy’s head now. His son was done licking Tyler’s cum off the floor, now kneeling, but holding his head up so his Dad could touch it without bending down.
He suckled his Dad’s fingers, while the man almost bragged about all the efforts he had taken and the money he had spent to train his middle son like this.
The Prince almost blurted out: ”Your...middle son?” and the man smiled maliciously again:
”Oh yes, as soon as this one gets old, I will concentrate on his brother!”
The Prince saw the boy’s similarity to his own boy Tyler. It would be interesting to let them wrestle or fuck, watching them,looking like brothers. He concentrated on the business at hand though, while the boy still knelt in front of them, waiting for the next order.
In Arizona, Professor Spiner listened in, disgusted
The Prince and his visitor had only abused the empty shell of Tyler Johnson. The Professor had taken over several times now, had the nanites in the boy sedate the young athlete’s mind, while, at the same time, heightened his reactions to the methods the Prince used.
While the Prince marveled about the resilience of his newest slave, only Professor Spiner was enduring the cruelties, supervising the boy’s reactions, answering with all the grunts and moans and screams, with the struggles and the cumshots the Prince wanted to see in the human sextoy he had bought and paid for.
He was alone in the huge Prevost Bus that he used as his hidden headquarters to supervise and steer the nanites in Tyler Johnson’s body, and he was glad no one had been watching him over the course of the last hour.
He was laying back in a recliner, wearing a comfortable pair of sweat-shorts and a T-Shirt, and while he thought about all the things he had witnessed over the course of the last hour, he put away the 3D-Goggles he had worn.
It was a game in the realm of virtual reality the Professor played masterfully to gain the information the Cabana Boys and the Foundation needed to bring the Prince and his network down. This time the Cabana Boys were not alone, they did not use the same ways they had used to force John Meyers to end his time in Los Angeles and vanish.
This time they had joined forces to fight the Prince and bring him down for good, and as many as his followers as possible.
And the price for the information they gathered?
The Professor stood up. An umpteenth session was over, his body felt stiff and was hurting, he was stinking from sweat and spilled cum. It had been the Professor’s body that had felt the sensations, the Professors mind that suffered the feelings. Every time Tyler was abused, the empty shell that formed his body had to be carefully manipulated like a puppet to react the way his tormentors wanted, and it was the Professor who played the puppet-master.
Every time Tyler came to an orgasm, Brent Spiner came. Big time.
The connection he had established, the untraceable up-link, made both bodies react in exactly the same way.
Spiner was exhausted now, just like Tyler’s body, which was now getting dragged back to his cell. However, the boy Tyler would never know what he had gone through.
The fight against Prince Hamza was about to begin!