The Controller’s been manipulating Moral Code with fantasies. Instead of being warm and happy back in his own time, Moral Code finds himself naked in a desolate laboratory. The Controller needs Moral Code to open a portal to help his plans of world conquest; the more Moral Code resists, the more dangers he risks, against himself and the man he loves.
The Controller knows just what buttons to push to get what he wants. Moral Code knows he can’t resist forever, even with the fate of the world at stake. Moral Code has to choose between the world and the man he loves, but he might lose both.
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Moral Code #8: Self-Finishing Fantasy
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Preview of Moral Code #8
Sparks wooshed by, but it wasn’t romance in the air. The dilapidated laboratory smelled of stale mildew and fresh sweat. The portal ahead pulsed, expanding and contracting as energy continued flowing into it, enveloping the massive space, sparks of white, blue, and purple dancing through the air like heralds of the world’s inevitable end.
Moral Code braced himself on the cold, concrete floor, legs apart, fists raised, muscles tensed, ready for battle. His flaccid cock hung heavy, abused and drained an untold number of times over however many days he’d been captive here. His naked backside grew goosebumps while the front of him started to sweat under the glow of the portal.
The Controller posed triumphantly in front of the portal, arms stretched out, welcoming whatever was entering from the other side. Nathan squirmed on his knees, shackles binding his hands behind his back, and a chain latched around his neck. Behind them was the same console from the virtual reality, though with duller lights, scratched up metal, and stains of rust along the edges. In the middle was the same hole Moral Code had used to activate the machine.
“You’re too late,” said the Controller without turning around. “I’d hoped you would have stayed in the world I created for you, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve already given me everything I need to activate the machine.”
“I’ll stop you,” Moral Code grunted. “I did it decades ago. I’ll do it again.”
The Controller angled his head just enough for Moral Code to see the villain’s grinning white teeth. “Did you stop me those many years ago?”
Moral Code tightened his fists. His head was foggy from spending what seemed like days in that virtual world, but he knew the memories of that short-lived happy life were all phony. He had real memories to cling to. But for some reason, thinking back to his early days when he first started wearing his costume, the memories were blurred, almost like there was static interference.
“Having some trouble?” the Controller asked, though his tone made it clear he knew the answer. “Have you figured out what you’ve helped me unlock?”
Moral Code inched forward. He could move fast, leap ahead and tackle the Controller to the ground. He just needed to close the gap a little more.
“Stay where you are,” the Controller said. Nathan grunted at the chain tightening around his neck. “It wouldn’t take much to snap your pet’s pretty little neck. Our guests are almost here.”
Marching boots stomped through the portal. Several dozen VILE soldiers appeared, weapons in hand, black leather from head to toe, an army ready for world domination.
