Repurposed Men: Origins Redux

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Feb 6th 2025

 

2:00 PM 

Dustin Jenkins, or DJ as his dad liked to call him, sat in the waiting room utterly bored. His brown curly hair falling just above his eyes. He had skipped the last period from school to come visit his father, but his dad was still busy. His dad was always busy these days. A few years ago, just as DJ was entering high school, it used to be him and his father, but then his dad did something. Something good. His Grandma had always said DJ’s dad was a genius and DJ always knew it, but now the whole world did too. That’s how DJ came to be sitting on the first floor of a large building now owned by his dad. There weren’t many visitors or other employees around. The grand opening was next week and that’s what everyone was preparing for, also why his dad’s meeting was running overtime.

Posters were listed along the wall that read: Become a ‘new you’, Experience your Rebirth, Reincarnation is at your door. The first, had a picture of a muscular black man in front of a house with a tool belt around his waist. The second was all white words on a blue background with a white silhouette stepping out of a white door. The last poster was a man putting on a tuxedo with a smirk. DJ’s green eyes had scanned them all.

DJ scrolled through his phone googling to see if there were more posters. His dad had once explained it to him in very simple terms for him to understand: Imagine a world where bad people, or people who got a bad lot in life were given a second chance. DJ’s dad knew how to make that happen with his creation, Repurposed Men. However, what exactly that meant wasn’t out to the public yet. 

No search results.

DJ turned off his phone, in a huff wishing he hadn’t crashed his car last semester. There was nothing to do here and his dad promised to be out but wasn’t appearing. The woman at the front desk would glare at him when he moved or made noises.  DJ didn’t understand why. She wasn’t exactly quiet. He had to listen to her squawk when she laughed in an attempt to impress the guy at her desk. His name was Sebastian he was a personal trainer, and the only reason DJ knew that was because the man went on endlessly about it and fitness. He had olive skin, jet black hair, muscles and was wearing a matching workout outfit with short sleeves and shorts. Basically, the front desk lady never stood a chance. She kept calling attention to some black tattoo band on his arm that he proudly displayed.

A smile crept on DJ’s face, those two were so into each other, it was the perfect moment to sneak off. He could find his dad on his own. Maybe he could place a whoopie cushion on his dad’s chair as punishment, retro and juvenile, but a fair punishment.  The first floor was huge and endless. DJ had no idea where the elevator was, but he did come to a door left open labeled ‘the showroom floor. Hearing noises, the teen stepped inside. There wasn’t much light in the room, but there were people there, except they were unmoving and all facing a window on the far end wall. Men of various races only in their underwear, eyes closed. DJ walked in wondering if they were sleeping standing up. They all had the same kind of muscular body. The teens tried tapping them on their faces, their butts, nothing. He’d often dreamt of a room full of men in their underwear but never expected it to be so cold and unfeeling. An eerie sensation overtook DJ as a smirk came across his lips. “Awesome,” the only correct thought in his opinion. He hadn’t believed his dad was cool enough to make him freak out. Walking about, he noticed each man had a line around their bicep, like Sebastian, except there were way more colors than black. The noise that had drawn him in however was coming from further back, past an open door to the backroom. A faint light spilled from there as DJ made out two men talking. As he opened the door he found they were pulling off their shirts and taking off their pants. 

“This better fucking work —

“Ahem.” The second guy coughed as he saw DJ enter.  The first guy turned around, and he was covered in tattoos, along his chest, arms, and legs, but not a single one matching the men outside. The piercing over his right eye made him look like a punk. The second man was chubbier, a rotund gut with white hair on his head, and looked like a mall Santa Claus.

“Didn’t know they ran this program on babies.” The first one sucked his teeth. 

“Hey, fuck you,” DJ shot back with his middle finger up, which the first guy smirked at.

“I like this guy,” the tattooed man nodded.

“Be nice,” The second man stressed to the first with a scowl. “Maybe the kid has cancer or something.” Then he gave a softer look to DJ, “I don’t know how much they explained to you, but you can only go in with your underwear on.”

“For what?” DJ asked interested piqued.

“Don’t act as if you don’t know. We’re all here for the same thing.” The tattoo man pointed at himself, “Prison Reform,” then pointed to the second guy, “He just wants to be young and hot.”

The not-Santa rolled his eyes, standing up and almost bowled over the first to move past him. He patted DJ on the shoulder while walking out on the showroom floor.

“Hey, don’t get mad because I spoke the truth.” The first guy ran after him.

DJ wondered what this had to do with the men in the main room. Although they certainly didn’t look like the other guys. But DJ was up for an adventure and exploring. Maybe he could even see more of his dad’s company. He ran out in his white Hanes boxer briefs. The two men were still arguing but stood at the front of the room on raised platforms, in the center of circles. They pointed at one for DJ to stand on. Just as the teen did, light came on in the showroom. The floor began to rise as the ceiling pulled away. 

“It’s a giant elevator!” DJ shouted, his face only illuminated by the sparse lights of the shaft. As they approached a light, talking could be heard along with clapping. Tubes descended from the ceiling waiting to meet them and encase around the circles. 

“What are you 10? We can tell it’s an elevator.” The tattoo man snickered. DJ was glad he had chosen to steal the money from that guy’s wallet and not fake Santa’s. The floor entered another room as the three men were now stuck in tubes. There was a crowd of people listening to a man talk enthusiastically on the other side of another large display window, except his voice echoed via the speakers in the current one.

“You will see with these two donors, how we can repurpose—” The man paused when he turned around. Harold Jenkins spun just in time to see his teen son sealed away in a tube. 

“Hey dad,” DJ smiled awkwardly. He didn’t expect his dad to catch him like this, especially in front of strangers. Oh well, nothing to do but smile and wave. DJ knew it would lead to grounding, so all his only option was to take it in stride. However, his dad was soon at his son’s platform knocking on the glass telling his son he was going to be okay.

“Turn off the machine!” His dad shouted.

“Sir we can’t, it’s already started!” A voice from overhead stated.

DJ had never seen his dad this scared before. DJ wasn’t scared though, what could his dad possibly have built. Sure, his dad was smart but dangerous? Unless it was a tickle death machine, DJ couldn’t take it seriously. His dad was just a worrier. Wind began to gush in the tubes pulling the men up. DJ’s feet detached from the inner circle. He looked to his left to see the same thing happened to the others. The Tattoo guy was up the highest and laughing at the bigger man, who was barely off the ground. The air in the last guy’s tube got more intense as he was sucked up. Laughs from the tattoo man stopped before he was next. Lastly, came DJ as he disappeared past the clear portion to become a bulge in the cylindrical machination.

—

12:30 PM

Perfect. 

Perfect, had never been Harold Jenkins’ goal. Perfection was a fallacy created in people’s minds that often led to disappointments and even more struggles. Repurposed Men were not the perfect humans. A perfect human could only exist with imperfection. What was more human being than being flawed, after all? 

“Is everything set for today?” A voice asked from the computer screen. A collection of businessmen and women sat confided to their individual squares of the virtual meeting. Harold was finishing up his sandwich, on mute in his own office having had to take the call during his only opportunity for lunch. 

“Well, mmmpggh–AAAA yes.” Harold’s body tensed as he set down his sandwich. He gave a few body jerks but managed to hide any grand reactions.  “We’ll have to pick this up after the grand opening. His finger quickly pressed the end meeting button before anyone could respond. Rolling his chair away from his desk he was faced with the culprit of his sudden outburst, A blonde young man on all fours in nothing but boxer briefs, a colored tattoo band on his right bicep. 

Harold rubbed his head, “You told me if I let you go under the desk you wouldn’t do anything reckless.” Only the top half of Harold’s body was dressed formally. While his dark brown hair was slicked back with a nice coat and tie, his bottom half was completely nude. His cock sat deflated against the side of his thigh, having been recently sucked dry by the young man in front of him. Harold should have made the young man play chess against himself.

“I wasn’t, honestly! But then I thought about what would happen if I did. Then I wanted to know.” His blue eyes gave a sad puppy look. With the appearance of a man in his mid-20’s it was hard to not give in to the handsome features.

“Heh.” Harold chuckled. He had too. For so long the young man had been eager to go under the desk simply to play with his favorite toy–Harold’s cock– but this was the first time the young man had done something so audacious. To be clear, Harold and he had certainly fucked every which way around the office, but typically the young man was good at listening to Harold’s instructions. He’d crawl under the desk of his own volition, but it was simply for ball nuzzling, cock licking, not cumming.  

Yet the fact that he did only meant one thing to Harold. 

Growth.

Harold patted his lap as the young man hopped up and sat on him. He gave the young man a good once over, there was certainly more behind his eyes than when. Harold had first awoken this Repurposed Man. And every day Harold learned what was the extent a Repurpose Man could function without going through the process. It turned out highly well, but then again, this one was different than most of the others.

“You think they’ll give you that $70,000 grant?  It’d be good to invest in updated machinery.” The young man said happily, reclining back onto Harold. 

“I hope so.” Harold ran a hand through the blonde’s golden hair. It was nice to get to talk to another person like this. These days he had been on endless calls from investors and higher ups he rarely got to talk about his creations. Teaching had perhaps been Harold’s second greatest passion and prior to his breakthrough, as a poor single father, he found solace in talking to his son DJ. He used to spend hours explaining his dream of the Repurpose Men to his son. DJ eyes held such wonder back them. In an ironic twist of fate, getting money to start his company, bring his dream to life, and financially take care of his son meant less time actually spent with his son.

Perhaps that’s why Harold had this young man in his lap. Sure, the sex was nice, and the young man had an immaculate body as Harold designed but ultimately, Harold was lonely. The young man wasn’t there to be intimate with him, that happened naturally as it would with any curiosity about the world. Then again what was the purpose of a Repurposed Man who was free to explore an individual existence? Was that an answer Harold sought to look for? Well only time could reveal what the future had in store for the young man.

The two sat in the chair for a while, the young man listening to Harold’s heartbeat. An alarm went off as Harold sighed. Time for the guided tour. A few investors were coming around, but more importantly it’d be practice for the grand opening next week. Harold patted his guest on the chest, “Time to get up.”

“Already?” The young man whined.

“Yup, gotta get to the tour and while it’d be great to have you join me…” Harold gave a proud look up and down. “I’d love to have you there. They’d be speechless.” He caught himself in awe and gave a cough to play it off. “BUT you gotta get ready for maintenance.”

“Do I have to? I’m sure I could do a tour almost as well as you can. Or I can follow in the back.” The young man stated.

Harold wagged his finger, “Nope the lab boys made it very clear to me you needed a routine check. Since we don’t know how Repurposed Men deal with long world exposure, we want to make sure you’re always in top shape.” He rested his arms on the young man’s shoulders before pulling him into a hug. “They won’t even have to be there, just let the system do its maintenance while you sleep. It’ll only be a couple of hours and then we can hang out more. Maybe we could have you join the grand-opening’s tours.”

“You think?”

“Bet we’d give everyone a shock, revealing it at the end.”

“Well, I guess I can do two hours.” the young man hugged Harold back, before leaving the office. Harold smiled and waved watching his compatriot disappear before he scrambled to look for his pants. His semi hard cock flopping about, showed just how much he would have preferred to have stayed in his office, but he was about to be late.

With such a nice start to a normal day at work how could he ever have guessed an hour later, He’d see his son, on the same platform as the Labs participants. 

—

3:00 PM

The door to the lab’s backroom facility flew open. Harold Jenkins was cursing himself out as he sat at his computer. For as smart as he was, he couldn’t calculate for his son. DJ inherited Harold’s curiosity, but instead of being inquisitive it made him more rebellious. Harold loved him to death, but DJ would jump into a situation first and ask questions later, if at all. Harold needed to find his son before he was downloaded into a Repurposed Man. Not easy. The other two participants already had choices selected. Their bodies were in floating tubes in the process of downloading. DJ though was a random wildcard. He could have been sent anywhere if he still uploaded. It didn’t matter; Harold would spend forever to find his son if that’s what it came down to. 

Floors below, a teen-shaped bulge was traveling through the system being escorted into the figure of a Repurposed Man standing alone. A large tube connected the buildings’ systems to the Repurposed Man’s back along with a few other wires monitoring his heart rate. Slowly, DJ’s body was pushed down the tube as gears whirled and steam released from gaps. Alarms started to blare, but there was no one around to hear. The bulge was pressed against the strong back until it started to give way. The Repurposed Man’s abdomen expanded as DJ was pushed in, until there was nothing left in the tube, and everything transferred to the man.

Harold got the notification too late. ‘Gold’ was online. That didn’t make sense, the only reason Gold was hooked in was for maintenance testing. Not only that, Gold was only attuned to Harold’s DNA. “Shit!” The man stood up racing out of the lab. He wasn’t going to wait for an elevator; he leapt downstairs racing to Gold’s containment chamber. “There’s still time, There’s still time.” He repeated to himself. By the time he burst into the room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. The alarms were off; the tube was back into shape and Gold’s stood stomach was flat. Harold walked closer to inspect. Gold looked peaceful as ever, Soft baby blues hidden under his closed eyelids. His jock body was on display in his black boxer briefs to perfectly display his front and back assets. One might assume his golden blonde hair denoted his name, but the fact was simply connected to the gold painted band around his bicep. 

Had it been a false alarm? 

The closer Harold walked the more he noticed the unmistakable signs of a completed download.  Gold was breathing heavily, chest rising as sweat broke out over his body. His 5‘10 body was stretching taller and taller with every passing minute. That shouldn’t have been possible as downloads took a while to initialize and get through. The other two men had barely started. There should have been some showing of DJ’s body and yet there was only Gold’s abs. The thought came to Harold that their lab had never tested on young men before. Not only was DJ a smaller subject, he shared the same DNA as his dad, which Gold was designed for. Gold’s body had been unknowingly primed to assimilate the teen in record time. 

Up close to Gold, Harold watched a process he had perfected in action. Repurposed Men in base state were generic templates, but once they took in their donor, they took on their traits creating a merger of the two and making the end result unique to each one. Gold’s abs were thickening and growing stronger. His chest heaved as his pecs filled with unearned muscle. Harold, turning his head in shame, placed a hand on Gold’s chest to temper the Repurposed Man’s heart rate. Gold’s change was due to DJ’s existence being interwoven into his very being. Hard to digest that Gold’s ass and cock expansion were Harold’s son’s contributions. The tanning of Gold’s skin and hair shifting to a dirty blonde and curling at the tips were also DJ’s influence. Gold’s back was freed from the large tube, revealing nothing but flesh as it rose into the ceiling. Gold began to wake up, sea-green eyes looking on to the world. 

Harold watched as Gold rubbed his eyes as if waking from a nap, the same way DJ did, left then right. “Good morning, sir!” A deep voice came from Gold’s body, not the one designed for him, but the one newly gained. “How may I assist you?” He made a strange face.

Something was wrong. Gold wasn’t talking properly. He sounded like a machine, and though Repurposed Men interacted with the facility’s machinery uniquely, they were completely organic creations. They were all given memories to help their personalities intermingle with their former selves. Even then they were not completely blank slate or newborns. Harold had insisted on letting the base Repurposed Men experience moving in the world as it would only improve the end experience.

The father’s hands held Gold’s face as his eyes searched eager for a spark of recognition. “DJ are you in there?” 

“Sir, you’re clearly distressed, did something go wrong with the maintenance?” Gold asked.

Unlike the others, Harold had Gold specifically designed as a Prime. What that meant was a bit harder to answer. Perhaps even Harold himself wasn’t sure. It was hard for Harold to not see the base Repurposed Men as his in some way. Once they had been given a male donor, separation was much easier. However, he was the one who spent time crafting their memories, fixing their flaws, and waking their minds. Most of his team was there for extra hands; they didn’t get the beauty of the Repurposed Men like he did, and the funders…well they saw dollar signs.  

Harold couldn’t complain too much; they all played a part in making his vision reality.

Then there was Gold. Gold was a recreation of the first Repurposed Men ‘birthed’ except given the advancements of the much later models. Colors denoted skills and while Repurpose Men were not limited in gaining skill they could certainly come preset. Gold had all presets installed with a desire to learn. It was Harold’s indulgence, but the funders were willing to throw him a freebie as all the others legally belonged to them until bought. Harold loved bringing Gold online just to talk, which was more than he could do for the others. They needed stated reasons and paperwork to be woken without a donor. Gold was simple. And in all honesty Harold missed talking to his son, and Gold was a nice ear to have. Gold had an innocence and desire to listen to Harold that was intoxicating, whereas DJ’s mind thrived in exploring things his father would advise against. 

Harold could see a day when DJ was older, successful, and out the house. For as reckless as DJ was, Harold knew it was simply growing pains. DJ was a kid who needed his mind to be stimulated or tested, or he would atrophy. Once he got past that he’d be a fine man, but he needed space. It sucked that Harold was smart enough to know that logically but that didn’t help his emotions. Regardless when that day came Harold considered many things: Would he want to do the Repurposed Men process, should his body be Gold?  That had been the original intent before he started conversing regularly.  However, he also considered what if took on Gold as a lover? Did Gold even need a ‘donor.’ A thought that had no simple answer as Repurposed Men were not created for individual existences. Gold had certainly experienced more life than any Repurposed Man prior. Harold and Gold had certainly got up to some fun in Harold’s office. Gold picked up on things fast and exploration of his body was no different. He already had the information within him, but being awake to perform it was another experience. How was Harold to resist someone based on his desires?  Though in truth perhaps all the Repurposed Men had something on that front. Gold was just lucky to get the name.

Regardless of all that, Harold’s prevailing thought was whoever downloaded into Gold deserved the ability to inherit the company, even if it wasn’t him. Harold had envisioned in those cases explaining their relationship to the future donor, if the situation ever arose. Not that Harold wanted it to, but he didn’t want anyone going in blind. That said, no matter who went in Gold, the merger should have complemented the former person’s personality, not overwritten it. So where was DJ?

Perhaps Harold was wrong and someone else was put into Gold, absurd, but no way it could be—

Gold belched long and hard as a pair of underwear came flying out his mouth to land on the floor in front of them. Soaked in Repurposed Men processing juice was the same underwear DJ had been wearing moments ago upstairs. The man’s heart sank; there was no way to deny that.

“Wait, those are mine, but they’re so…tiny.” The 6 ‘3 man walked over and eyed the underwear and then looked over to Harold Jenkins. He picked them up with his thumb and forefinger “Holy heck, what did I eat?” A familiar smirk played on his face. Gold shook his head, “That was a joke. Sorry I don’t know why I–” Harold tackled Gold in a hug wrapping his arms around the stud’s shoulders.  Gold didn’t make jokes; he had an earnest naivety to him, but DJ was certainly a prankster.

Harold watched in real time, Gold processing that he wasn’t just Gold anymore. Since downloads were usually a slower process the team had never encountered an early wake. The Robotic act was no doubt a DJ influence. The memories came to Gold. His ‘donor’ had been a young man before being thrust into body in its prime. Poor Dustin Jenkins was uploaded into a superior form. 

“Son,” Harold Jenkins said through tears, rubbing a caring hand on Gold’s back. “We have to check on the others.”  Gold knew of all the purposes for his existence, but reincarnating DJ was never on the board. He was made to serve the Facility, specifically Harold above all, and had failed to do that. A tear rolled down his eye he had failed his creator, his dad. Harold however helped the man stand as he walked out of the room. Close together hand in hand, Gold sensed Harold’s heart rate pumping and his arousal growing in his pants.

—-

2 months Later

Gold Jenkins was the talk of the nation; his image plastered across magazines and billboards. The only thing people knew about him was that he was a Repurposed Man, who was participating in the company’s affairs. His face had become common when the public thought of the products. Speculation ran rampant about who his ‘donor’ was. Whoever it was probably had money or a great relationship with the CEO. There was speculation running rampant that Gold himself could be set to inherit the company someday. After all, no one cared who Harold Jenkins was. He was attractive, but he was no Gold. And Harold seemed content to fade into the background. If they were spotted at public events there’d be a few shots of them snapped together before the media demanded Gold solo. Gold would fix his cuffs, straighten his suit, and pull out his blinding smile. However, he wouldn’t remain long as he wandered back to Harold and pestered him. Sometimes Harold had an annoyed face, but the two always seemed to share a laugh afterwards.

People fell in love with their dynamic, scrounging the internet for clips of their interviews, and while Gold was very public, Harold was hard to pin down. This would not do as Gold by himself in interviews was very strait laced and professional. Stick Harold in there though, Gold devolved into a clown. Rather he was very touchy, and his eyes lingered on Harold a lot. There was a wave of people who refused to be convinced they weren’t together. Still, those were eyes on Repurposed Man Labs, and the team knew goodwill was hard to come by. They’d just had a successful grand opening and continuing to stay in the people’s good graces during the first roll out was paramount. Which is why Harold and Gold were back out.

“What makes great partnerships, business or something more, we’ll find out later tonight when we bring out two workers from Repurposed Man Labs” The smarmy late-night host smiled.

“Workers?” Harold frowned, as he stood, watching the TV show from the green room screen. “I founded the company.” The man was dressed in simple Khakis, dark blue polo, and dark brown dress shoes. Gold was in his signature suit with a blazer befitting his name, and matching colored siding down his black pants’ legs, black shoes being his choice.

“Mfhwtw!” Gold said down on his knees, Harold’s cock in his mouth, both of them in the middle of the room. Gold had easily pulled down Harold’s pants to his ankles and was going to town.

Harold shook from the vibrations, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” but a wicked glint appeared in Gold’s eye as he hummed louder. Harold looked over to their abandoned game of chess, “Why do I get the feeling you lost on purpose?” 

Even after 2 months, Harold had not fully adjusted to the new Gold, for one he was far hornier and much more aggressive sexually. 

“Who me? You’re just smarter than me. Time for your reward.” Gold sucked away and Didn’t take long for Harold to surrender his load to Gold’s expert mouth. “Taste real good today, dad.” Gold stood up, dusting off his pants as Harold’s cock throbbed, drained. Harold breathed heavily his cock might have cum, but he was still horny, and Gold’s bulge and ass were looking too good not to have some. He gripped Gold’s ass, pulling him in close while his free hand went into Gold’s pants, under the belt to tug at his prize.  DJ and Gold had made the other better everywhere, impossible for Harold not to notice. Gold’s knew form was bigger, stronger, more muscle, and 3 extra inches compared to Harold himself.

A knock came at the door. “2 mins!” an assistant’s voice cried.

Harold growled, “We don’t have to get that.”

“Just make it quick.” Gold chuckled, unfastening his pants.