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#374
“Hey! Midnight bathroom run too? Yeah. I knew I shouldn’t have let my wife’s mother book this tiny inn in the middle of nowhere Germany for my honeymoon. I live in a three-bedroom apartment in Manhattan two blocks from Central Park, and now I have to share a toilet. I would gladly pay for a suite at a five-star hotel, but my wife likes it. Whoever came up with “Happy wife happy life” should be shot.
"This jet lag sucks. This is my second night here in Europe, and I haven’t shaken it. How about you?... You’re here a week? Wow. It looks like we will be competing for the toilet for a number of days. It’s us and him in there. That Argentinian has been in there for a bit. I see the toothbrush in your hand; when he comes out, you can go ahead of me, as long as you are fast; I’m going to be spending some time in there. It seems that the only way I can get to sleep is to enjoy my left hand….
“I see you smiling. You know what I’m talking about…. Don’t be shy about it. All guys do it.
“And the best part is as I get close, I turn on the bidet and let the warm water run across my shithole. It’s not quite like a tongue diving in deep. I haven’t had my ass eaten out in years….
“…You a faggot?... Your silence makes me wonder that you might be, but your dick tenting in your robe tells me everything. Open your robe and let me see….
“Just as I thought. You want help me go to sleep? Good. Let’s go in your room. You can brush your teeth afterwards and wash away the taste of my shithole….
“Now we are behind closed doors, you can lose the robe…. Damn you are a small fag. How tall are you?... I have a foot on you; I’m 6’5”. How much do you weigh?... I’m 290, twice your weight. You are the size of the faggots I used to use back in grad school at Columbia. I like them small. I hope you like to be manhandled. Don’t care if you don’t.
“Get on your knees fag. Go on reach in. Take my cock out. Even soft, I’m bigger than your tiny four-inch pecker. Hard, I more than double you.
“It’s clear that there is only one man in this room, and it ain’t you. There is only one cock in this room; yours is to be ignored. You got that?... Fag, you got that?...
“That’s ‘Yes Sir.’ I saw the hunger on your face in the hall when I mentioned that I loved a tongue in my shithole. I’ve noticed the few times you’ve been checking me out as our paths crossed. It’s the same hunger I saw on my bitch boys I used on the side when I was in grad school. They saw a big man with a big dick, and they did whatever I wanted. I see that hunger on your face now, and I’m expecting the same from you.
“You drink piss…. That wasn’t a question. Open your toilet mouth…. Take my head in. Fuck yeah. Relax and start swallowing…. Ahh, that feels so good. You are a natural.
“Is your cunt cleaned out? Probably not. If you can handle my cock in your throat, I’ll be back tomorrow night to sample that cunt. Here sit on the floor with your head against the wall.
“I want to tell you how to get me to cum. Like I said, I was going to use the bidet to not only to clean my shithole but to make my hole feel good. Your tongue is taking over that responsibility.
“I haven’t had a shower since this morning, and I’ve been out all day in the sun. My crack is going to reek. I know you won’t mind.
“Place a hand on each of my thighs. Take a deep breath. Now pay attention. Your tongue needs to be inside my shithole pretty much all the time…. Like that. Fuck yeah. Don’t be alarmed if I fart on your faggot face. It’s bound to happen.
“Damn! Fuck! Your tongue is digging deep. Faggot you know how to eat a man’s shithole. Oh man. I’m getting close. But I need to sample that throat.
“Fuck. Hold that faggot head against the wall and open up that throat, cause I’m going right down to your stomach, all nine inches to the root.
“Take it faggot! Take it! I don’t care if you gag, gasp, or even puke all over me, you are fucking taking it. Open up that throat, dedicate that airway to me. Oh fuck. That’s it faggot.
“When I’m ready to cum, it’s with your tongue in my shithole, and I want you jacking me off. And I’m getting close. Oh yeah! I’m going to turn around real fast. So close. Hell the fuck yeah. Get that tongue ready. Ready? Now!
“…Spread my cheeks and get that tongue inside me and start fucking with it. Now reach under me and jack me off. Fuck boy. I’m going to cum. Keep doing what you are doing. Urg! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!
“Oh man. No one told you to stop. Keep tongue fucking and jacking me. Milk the last drops out and let them fall.
“Faggot you did good. I’m want to do this every night…. Ok… Ok… You can stop.
“Whew boy. Hand me my underwear. And your pillow too. The pillow is to wipe up your throat slime and remaining cum drops from my dick. The other side is to wipe my ass. When you go to sleep, you can smell me.
“Whew, that was a huge load on the floor. Start licking…. Don’t give me that look again, or I will smack you again. That load puddled on your floor should be gold to you. Lap it up or suck it up, I don’t care.
“Hell, you can even jack off while doing that, once I’m gone. I don’t care.
“You want me to come back tomorrow night?... Good, then do as you are told. Atta boy! Do you have any plans for tomorrow during the day?... You can go to a museum another day.
“You’re doing good boy. While you continue to lick my load, pay attention to what I have to say. In the morning, my wife and I are heading to some castle. Before we leave, I am going to slip an envelope under the door. It’ll have €1500. We are about an hour and a half from Berlin. I want you to go there, find one of the sex shops. I want you to purchase a bunch of items.
“First, I want a rimseat. You know how to eat my shithole, and you will do it again. Find a chastity cage and have them put it on you. Have them put the key in the same envelope and seal it. Have them write their store’s name across the back of it. I want that cage to be tight and most importantly, I want it to prevent an erection, not one that pushes the cage forward should that tiny thing start to grow. Ideally I don’t want to see any bump from your tiny pecker. You got that? I want a collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. Buy about 10 meters of rope and some padlocks. Get lube. And I don’t know how you are going to do this but get something to clean you out. And see if they sell teeth guards; I felt some teeth when I was in your throat.
“At midnight, keep your door unlocked. Be wearing the collar and the cuffs. And get a good hood and wear it. Leather can be expensive. I’ll bump that up to €2000 in the envelope. If there’s money left, get me a flogger.
“You got all that?... Good boy.
“Where’s your phone? Here it is. Good an iPhone. Look up. Good it unlocked. Get back to the floor. I’m putting my side cell number in here. I am listing myself as ‘SIR’. I want you to text me when you buy each item. And have the store worker take pics of you being fitted for the cage and anything else they care to. And if they want to use you, you will let them.
“I’m going to add you to my find my iPhone app, so I can track where you are. So I know what text you are, what’s your area code or country code?... 215?... Philadelphia?... Oh boy. My firm has me in Philly one week a month and a weekend in between. I have an apartment near Rittenhouse square. You perform well here, and I will be taking you on permanently.
“Keep licking boy. Don’t get up until every drop is in your belly. I’ll see you tomorrow. I need to get back to my wife.”
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Sparky the Pup
Oh, Sparky? Yeah he's been my pup for almost a year now. He's been really well trained. The trainer said he's never seen someone accept the conditioning so willingly and enthusiastically.
Humanity? Goodness no, that's all gone. Inside he pretty much thinks he's a Golden Retriever. He's certainly got the excitement and energy to be one anyway. Just like a Golden, Sparky loves to run around the park with the other pups and of course he loves a bone.
Ah the cage! Yes he was always a bit of a bitch so we thought we might as well keep him that way. We actually think it might be putting him in heat. So we've been on the look out for a new friend for Sparky.
You'd like that wouldn't you Sparky?
"RUFF!"
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Honestly, more men should be collared and kept as pups...
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''How much time has passed? I wasnt into bondage but that bastard convince me to let him try to change my mind. Uggg, why I let him muzzle and tied me up this easily, he even blindfold me for no reason. Im feeling so dizzy, what the hell was in that drink?!''
David faints during a pair of hours to awake for some minutes finding himself in a diferrent position without the blindfold and completely naked.
Wait how much time has passed? And this is not how he tied me at the beggining? Why Im naked? Aggg that fucking pervert!!! I can barely move with this tight ropes and I think I starting to like this, WAIT NO, what I even thinking , I want to be free. Why I even doing this? Im not even a bottom, I really hope that big and handsome dude dont fuck my pussie...., I MEAN MY ASS, what the fuck Im thinking... Uggg Im feeling dizzy again...''
David pass out and when he awakes he find the leather dom who agree to tied him up and again David is tied again in a diferent way with a leather straigthjacket, gagged and blindfold. The dom touches gently David´s fave with the leather glove.''
''Okay David, 3 hours have passed, the drink should have started to take effect, what do you think Jake, are you more into bondage? Feeling more submisive? Maybe I can start your training fucking up that pussie of yours.''
''MMMMHHHPPP''
''Shhh, there there, Im here, you will soon ready to serve me''
The dom takes David while tied to a cage and makes him enter laying down to the floor of the cage. When David is secure, the dom takes away the blindfold.
'' I have to make sure you dont touch that dick of yours boy so I hope you enjoy the chastity belt. Tell me, how do you feel about bondage now? It feels good isn´t? Don´t be afraid, I will take care of you, In return, you will serve and whorship me... I think is a good deal. But don´t worry we have to much work from now on, you will begin your training slave.''
The dom makes contact with David's face again.
'' As he touches my face with his rubber glove I feel aroused, why his touche comforts me?, Also, he did mention serve, and training, I knew it that he trained a lot of slaves, but I told him I wasn´t a submisive fag, Im ___ his slave, WAIT, IM ___HIS SLAVE, I ___'_ WANT TO SERVE HIM!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!''
After 6 hours in the cage, the dom comes back and gets David out from the cage and ties he up against the wall.
'' We are going to start your training and I promise you that with more of the drink I give you yesterday In one or two hours, you will adore me as your master and your only duty will be worshiping me, you will love it, like the rest of cocky brats who come to me thinking they are to manly to be my slaves.''
''MMMMHHHPPP''
David feels his face covered up with a leather head arness with a muzzle while wearing mittens and laying down tied to a BDSM swing.
After the training, David is located in room, while complete covered in rubber and tied up with a straigthjacket, he remains silent with a ball gag as he wears the latex hood and additional gas mask, were he can breath air and some steam of the drink that the dom give him''
'' See you soon slave #37, I have to take some equipment for your training''
'MMMMPPMM MMMMHHP...''
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Best Friends Dad and Fellow Slave Part 1
Nick was too comfortable at his best friend's house. The two lived on the same street and we're best friends since they could remember. Nick was home visiting from college and was bored and alone in his house. His parents were out of town and none of his friends were around. So he figured maybe his best friend's dad was around Chase,.
Nick and Chase always got along great, Chase was like a second dad to Nick, and they would hang out. Chase had recently given up the daily operations of his large construction company so now he had a life of relaxation. Nick thought maybe the two could day drink.
Nick did not knock since he had a key to the house. But this was a problem for Nick. He looked around the house and could not find Chase anywhere but Nick did hear some voices coming from upstairs. Nick looked around the corner. He was shocked by what he saw. Nick had gone with Chase to the gym often since Chase's son Tyler was never a gym goer and Nick's dad was away on deployment. Chase was more than happy to take Nick with him to the gym and the two had seen each other naked in the locker room. But this was different.
Chase was on the edge of his large king-size bed on his hands and knees. Chase was naked and he was not alone. It was hard to see at first given Chase being a 6'6tall massive muscle man but there was another person in the room. Behind Chase and the other man was naked fucking the beast of the man on his knees in front of him.
Nick turned to the more out-of-shape man fucking Chase, but all that caught his eyes was the shiny blue gem on a thick rope hanging around the other man's neck. It was so shiny and memorizing. Soon Nick's whole world was nothing but that necklace.
The other man smiled as he saw Nick standing there and asked Nick if he liked what he saw? Nick simply nodded his head. The man then asked if he liked seeing a man who Nick had looked up to and viewed as a father figure and vision of what a man is supposed to be turned into a whore? Or did Nick want to join in with Chase and be a whore with him?
Nick looked at Chase's face which was receiving pure pleasure. He then turned back to the man and said he wanted to be like Chase. A smile crept onto the man's face as he told Nock to strip. Nick now standing on the opposite side of the bed facing Chase and the man removed his shirt and pulled down his pants to just his tight black boxer briefs.
The man then ordered Nick onto the bed on all fours like Chase and to place his face next to Chase's. Nick did so and was so close to Chase that he could feel Chase's breath's warmth on his face. The two locked eyes. Nick always wanted to be like Chase growing up and viewed him with such respect, if Chase was doing this then he wanted to as well.
The man then told the pair to kiss on the lips. A slight hesitation between the pair but it quickly left as the two locked lips. The man was laughing at the sight of the two men obeying his orders. He then asked if Nick had ever thought of Chase as a submissive slave to another man? Nick shook his head in response. The man smiled and told him that he had been Chase's owner since Chase was a young single man about the same age as Nick. He had helped Chase develop into the alpha frontman everyone knew him to be and helped create a sense of decline in the man. But now since his wife has died and his stepson is gone it is time for Chase to take up being a slave full-time.
The man then asked if Nick wanted to be like Chase. Nick said yes without a thought in his empty head. The man finished and came all over Chase's large ass. He then ordered the pair into new positions. He had told Chase to lay on his back at the head of the bed with his legs wide. Exposing his hard dick and hole. He then had Nick get in between Chase's legs. The man asked if Nick ever sucked a dick before. Nick of course did not and the man was behind Nick rubbing his stretch-covered globs of an ass. He told Nick that first-timers can at times use teeth by mistake and thus he is not good enough let for his new master's dick but he is good enough for this slave's worthless meat.
Nick then began to suck on Chase's dick. He was horrible at times and his teeth would from time to time poke Chase's dick. But he got better and soon was on his way to not being terrible. Then it was onto eating ass. He gave Chase a rim job in the same position. It was both humiliating and exciting at the same point since Nick was becoming just like Chase. The man had Nick lying on the bed while Chase sat completely on his face. Before too long Nick was better. The man looked at his watch and knew he only had about 45 minutes left so he had CHase find his box of sex toys. It was time to open up Nicks's hole. Chase had brought back a collection of dildos. It was the set the man had used on Chase to open his ass and turn it into a muscle hole. Chase had switched places and now Nick was the one with his legs wide open.
Chase was lubing up Nick's hole and the toys, beginning with the smallest toy. It was a feeling Nick had never felt before. The mix of pain was being covered up at times with pleasure.
After Nick's hole was used to the one-size toy a larger one was inserted into it. This repeated until Nick was able to take a moderate-sized toy. The man smiled and said that Nick was still not ready but he would meet back up with Nick after some more training and time. He had an important meeting to get to and with that the man had redressed himself. By now he had ordered Nick and Chase to 69 each other on the bed. The man also told Chase that Nick is now his mentor and it is important for Chase to train Nick to become a great slave. Chase replied Yes Sir but with Nick's dick down his throat it was nothing more than light moaning.
With that, the man was gone. Chase and Nick's minds slowly regained control as the pair lay on the bed naked. Chase spoke first saying how sorry he was Nick walked in. Also, Nick's life is over as he knew it. Nick having realized just how fucked up his new situation is asked if there is anything that can be done? Chase smiled and said no and he looked at it. The man he told Nick comes and goes as he pleases and now has total control over Nick. He advised Nick to get ready for a degrading and humiliating life as the man's pet.
Chase then took Nick's hand as the two entered the shower together. It was odd doing so much gay stuff mentally awake and not being controlled but Chase explained how it is best to get used to it now. Once done and the pair was redressing Chased handed Nick some items. First was a dildo and Chase explained how the man or Master does not really have a large dick which is good and if Nick can handle this size then he should be good.
The second thing was a pair of pink lace panties. Chase told Nick to put them on. Nick feeling the Master control still did as he was told and now looked stupefy as hell standing there. Chase explained how the Master gets out of control and often time will find new and humiliating ways to play with his toys. He explained it is important for Nick to just obey and do things, such as wearing panties. Nick's stomach sank.
Nick walked out of the house wearing his normal clothes with the panties under them. He had left behind his black boxer briefs. As Nick walked back to his house he could not help but think about his new life. But for some reason, he found himself amazed at just how hot Chase was, and seeing him in a sexual role was very confusing and hot. Chase for his part was also torn now that Nick was a slave just like him. He never saw his step son friend as someone attractive but ever since his wife died he did not have anyone else to look at besides his Master. Chase noticed Nick had left his black boxer briefs behind and reached down to grab them. He pulled them close to his face and could smell Nick still.
Chase was not sure what was happening.
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So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.
I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.
It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?
It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.
You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…
Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.
On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!
Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!
Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.
You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.
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Hypnovember 2 - Tag
He thought the free collar that were being handed out by one of the various stands at the festival was just a neat gift. Little did he know that it was something that tagging him for potential conversion by one of the roaming groups of rubber pups migrating around the area.
As he passed one of them he paid them no real mind but also didn't notice the entire group stop and turn toward him as he passed by. He also didn't notice as they starting following him from a distance, like a hunter stalking prey.
He did notice when one of them grabbed him from behind and pulled him backwards. In an instant he was surrounded by the pack and subdued. His cries for help quickly squelched as the collar around his neck tightened whenever he tried.
The intense smell of rubber exuded by the pack was making his throat burn and his head swim as a strange sense of acceptance started to grow inside him as his cock started to pulse in pleasure at the same time.
By the time one of the pups had freed his cock from his jeans and dove onto it, taking his engorged cock into its' rubbery maw. Thoughts of panic and escape were all but gone. Thoughts in general were few and far between as he started to lose himself in the pleasure.
As he basked in the pleasurable fog coursing through his mind and body, he began to feel a tightness spreading over his body. He was too lost in the sensations to take notice that his clothing was actually changing on its own. His shirt and jeans were starting to lose their fabric textures and smooth out, taking on a shiny luster and losing their coloration.
In a matter of seconds, his attire had shifted from casual to one matching the pups surrounding him. His own body starting to exude the same rubber aroma that was now permeating the area.
He wasn't really aware of any particular happening until he felt something slide over his throbbing cock, hearing a sinister click followed by the unabated pleasure shifting to a burning need. His pleasure-addled brain looked down, only passively noticing his new rubbery attire but laser focusing on the tiny hard cage locked over his cock.
Before he could say anything he felt something slide over his head. In an instant he was looking at his new cage through the eyes of his new face. A rubber muzzle now protruding from his face.
His once human cries turned to needy whines as he quickly discovered that any form of speech was reduced to simple pup noises as the mask tightened its grip over now just head head, but his mind as well.
A thick fog descended over his mind and every thought that he managed to form felt like it was passing through a thick filter before he finally managed to have it.
Simplicity, pleasure, and rubber were the only constant things coursing through him as he fell down to all fours.
Soon the pack starting moving once more, the newest pup included, as they looked for their next mark.
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Indoctrination
“Just last week he became a bonafide ‘sex slave’. I’m now trying to decide if we want to push further—to making him into a ‘sex pig’ or ‘sex fiend’.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Those are the three different designations. In many ways they make a progression: if you attain 'sex slave’ you might work to become a 'sex pig’. If you get to 'sex pig’ you might be able to achieve 'sex fiend’.”
“What’s the difference? Sounds to me like just different terms for the same thing.”
“Oh no, in fact they’re really quite distinct. See, I may want to keep this guy—” he puts his hand on the young guy’s shoulder and shakes him a little for effect, “—as a slave because if he were to become a pig or fiend, I would have to make sure he was in the right environment where he had a lot of access to men. I couldn’t just lock him up whenever I’m away like I do now.”
“Okay, you’ve got my curiosity. Start from the beginning.” What started as a small exchange of words a minute ago is rapidly turning into a bizarre conversation.
“What you see before you is my sex slave. My slave here has gone through a great deal of conditioning. We started with him about five weeks ago. He’s gone through a continual regimen of hypnosis, edging, programming—every time we would reach one level of mind control, we would dig deeper, break down new barriers, implant new suggestions and triggers, walk him through different scenarios.”
“You said 'we started with him’… Who is 'we’?”
“I can’t tell you that yet. Suffice to say it takes more attention that one person can do alone. Anyway, I had to be present for much of it, since he had to be programmed to see me as his master—the ultimate authority. But you have to understand, the regimen that I’m talking about, it is almost continuous. Eighteen or twenty hours a day. Sometimes he could be strapped down with a hypnotic recording being piped into his eyes and ears with a visor and headphones, but most of the work had to be more hands-on. Much more than I alone could do.”
“Wow. And this goes on for weeks?”
“It goes on until we break through that final barrier. The time it takes differs between individuals, but to attain complete and total mind control—it can’t be done any faster than three or four weeks.”
“So what does 'total control’ entail?”
“There are a few things. First, I can immediately and instantaneously put him into the deepest hypnotic trance. From there, he will do anything I ask him to do. Anything I say will become an absolute and imperative truth in his mind.
“Second, most of the time I keep him in a state where he has no identity or memory of the past. Sometimes it’s necessary when he’s in public to let him temporarily act like his original self—so old friends and family don’t file a missing persons report—but most of the time he doesn’t know anything except that he’s my sex slave. Isn’t that right my pet?”
The slave nodded, a little dully.
“Slave, you’re going to come out of your trance. I want you to be more 'present’. If we ask you a question, I want you to be able have a conversation us, okay?”
“Okay master,” the slave blinked a couple times. The blank glaze in his eyes was replaced by a bit of a sparkle. He looked at his master and me alternatively.
“Can I ask him a question?” I asked, cautiously.
“Sure. Ask him anything.”
“What’s your name?” I went for the obvious one.
The slave shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “I don’t have one. But you can call me 'slave’ if you want. Most people do.”
“Do you enjoy being a slave?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” his answer had no hesitation, “It makes me very happy.”
“Why does it make you happy?”
“Hmm. Well…” he started slowly, searching for the explanation, “Whenever my master tells me something… when he tells me what to think… I don’t know, it just makes me so happy. It’s hard to describe. I love the feeling when he’s putting thoughts into my mind. It’s like being filled with something wonderful. It’s sort of like when he’s filling my ass with his cock—there isn’t anything more wonderful.”
Wow. Whoever expected a sex slave to be so poetic?
“Do you remember anything before you became a slave?”
“Not… really. I remember a little bit of the process while I was becoming a slave. Some memories were fainter, some were clearer. The edging was excruciating—wanting to cum, not being allowed to and yet continually being stroked and teased… and it seemed to go on forever! My favorite moment was when my will and my mind were completely broken. You see, it’s all a process of being put in a state where at first you can’t help but try to resist so that you can be broken, and then they start all over again. But the final bit when the last of my willpower snapped. That was amazing. I think I’ll always remember that.”
“How could you tell?”
“Oh, it’s hard to explain, but it was obvious to me when it actually happened. It’s like the first time you ever came—you know, when you were a kid, messing around with yourself, bringing yourself closer to this strange feeling, and out of the blue you crossed that magic threshold and you started ejaculating. That strange sense of being carried into a place you had never been before—it was like that, but with my mind. I just knew that I would never need to be broken again because I would never be able to resist ever again.”
The master interrupted us, “So that’s essentially what it means to be a sex slave, using our formal designation. Shall I tell you what it means to become a “sex fiend” instead?“
I nodded.
"You have to start by first becoming a sex slave. We have to achieve that mental conditioning as a foundation. But from there it gets very different. Although people have the ability to put you in a hypnotic state periodically, you don’t have a single master anymore.
"Well…” he corrected himself, “you do have a master, but it’s not any person: it’s your cock.”
“Oh!”
“Yeah, that’s the thing. You get conditioned so that when you first start getting aroused, your level of horniness just keeps building and building until your mind can’t do anything but act on your sexual impulses. You’ll fuck or suck or fondle any guy that’s around you. You’ll agree to pretty much anything as long as it leads to more sex and more intensity—as long as you do exactly what your hungry cock wants you to do.
"The other thing about being a 'sex pig’ is that we take your existing fetishes—we dig them out of your head, any little hidden desires you once had, and we blow them up to the most extreme state so that they become an obsession. If you thought that rubber was kind of hot, your cock—your new master—will turn you into a rubber fanatic: you’ll try to be dressed head-to-toe in it, and if you see anyone wearing rubber gear you’ll be driven mad with desire… and you’ll act without hesitation on that desire.”
I’ll confess, my own cock had been stirring during this entire conversation, but it started getting rock hard at this point. I had hoped nobody would notice, but I saw the master glance down and smile.
“We also plant some new fetishes and memories in your brain that you never had before. But we program your memory so that you think they had been always part of your core identity since childhood. Unlike the sex slave who has no identity, the sex pig may become a leather pig or a rubber pig. He may become a bodybuilder or get full-body tattoos or whatever we choose in implant on his personality profile. And sometimes we’ll change his identity month to month. But one thing is certain: he will have a lot of sex with a lot of people.”
“So what’s the difference between that and a 'sex fiend’? That was the third and final state of progression, right?” I had to ask.
“Ah well… if you’re a sex pig, you’ll have sex whenever the opportunity presents itself. It won’t be unusual to have sex two or three times a day, and each time it may go on for hours. It depends on the opportunities and the situations. But in between sex, you might be going out for a pizza or working out at the gym or watching some television—or you may 'moonlight’ as a sex slave and sleep in someone’s cage. My point is that there’s something that you do in between your sexual experiences.
"But with the sex fiend, we take it all a step further. And it takes a lot of conditioning and some physical alteration and radical drug therapies to get there. Have you ever seen a chain smoker? I mean a real serious chain smoker, who is so addicted to nicotine that after one cigarette he can’t go more than five minutes before he desperately needs that next cigarette?”
“Yeah, a long time ago. But I once met someone like that.”
“Well we actually synthesize a real physical addiction to sex—it’s biologically tied to the same parts of the brain that respond to nicotine or even morphine, with the same intensity and the same build-up speed as that of a chain smoker. So let’s say you’ve just had your third orgy of the day, each lasting an hour or two; you’ve all had your orgasms. Everyone goes his own way, and you go get a glass of water, maybe some food. You’ll sit down, and within five or ten minutes your cock will start to get hard and you’ll feel that same intense horniness—the one we programmed into you when we were making you into a sex pig. And you’ll do anything you can to find some release and—oh…” he stopped, suddenly remembering something.
“What?” I ask.
“I forgot to mention. Back in the beginning. Back when we’re we’re conditioning you and making you into a sex slave…”
“Yeah?”
“Hey slave, whip out your cock of a second.”
The slave, who was listening as intently as I was, immediately obeys, unsnapping the leather front-plate from his harness and holds his erect cock in one hand.
The master instructs him: “Feel how hard your cock is. Squeeze it. Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
I notice some people are looking over at us, but nobody gets up to do anything. People in this leather bar have seen worse, and it gets pretty raunchy here on Thursday nights. The slave squeezes his cock with both hands, and it gets really stiff. “Yeah, it feels good.” he says.
“You’re feeling really horny right now. You’ll do anything for release, right?”, the slave nods and he continues, “Okay, so go ahead and jack off.”
The slave stops immediately and looks up at him, suddenly tortured and confused.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” the master asks, glancing over at me to indicate that he was demonstrating something very important.
“It���s the first rule—the rule I can never break, even when instructed.”
“Tell our friend here what that first rule is.”
The slave stammers, “I’m not allowed to masturbate—not in any form. I must always depend on someone else to bring me sexual stimulation.”
“Very good. You may try to put your cock away. Oh, that’s not going to work.” There’s no way the slave’s cock could ever fit back behind that leather strap now that it had stiffened straight out. He digs into his bag and hands the slave a bigger leather jock. “Here, put this on instead.”
The master then turns back to me, “The point I was trying to make is that whether you’re a 'sex slave’, a 'sex pig’, or a 'sex fiend’, your brain is programmed for it to be impossible for you to relieve yourself. So as I was saying, if you’re a sex fiend and you’ve just had this long and intense session of sex, and you’re recovering and five or ten minutes later your cock starts growing again, you find yourself back at the starting line. You get insanely aroused to the point that you can’t string two thoughts together. All you can do is figure out how to find someone to have sex with. Someone to help you get 'release’ because you’re not allowed to take care of things yourself.”
“Do you ever sleep?” I ask
“Yes, after a long day of nearly constant sex, after one of your orgasms, you’ll be so tired that you simply pass out from exhaustion. But even that is problematic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the physical withdrawal starts to build while you’re sleeping. You won’t be able to go more than about three or four hours you invariably get woken up by a raging hard-on. I’ve heard that all your dreams center around intense sexual themes. Sex fiends sometimes learn how to take quick cat-naps between sessions when they can. You see, the point is that you are always on the edge—never able to free your mind from constant sexual arousal. Your life feels like a never-ending, perpetual edging session.”
I just stood there trying to visualize what that would be like. For a while I was at a loss of words. Then I asked, "So how did your slave sign up for this in the first place? I mean, well… did he give consent in the beginning?”
The guy looked at me with a strange intense smile that made me squirm. “If you’re asking if I kidnapped him and pressed him into service, no, that’s not how it works. It’s actually much simpler than that.”
He continues: “In a couple of minutes, my slave and I are going to leave this club. It’s been good for him to get out and get a whiff of what the outside world looks like, but it’s time to get him back into his cage. Now imagine that you just walked out with us. There’s no harm in that, right? You’ve been enjoying hanging with us, so you might just walk out with us while we go around the block to where my truck is. Actually, if you want to talk any more, you’ll have to walk out with us because it’s really time for us to go.”
Then he says to his slave, “It’s time to go home now. You’re really excited to get back home, aren’t you? That cock of yours must really be raging. Aren’t you eager to find out what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes!” the slave exclaims.
“Okay then, it’s time for you to go back into a trance now. We’re going to talk among ourselves, and I want you to be completely unaware of what I’m saying. You’re my happy mindless robot now. You’ll execute any command I give you, but otherwise you’re mind is going to sleep. The only thing you’ll be aware of is that constantly growing hunger in your cock and how it subsumes your mind.”
The slave’s eyes go glassy again, like they were when I first saw him. The master leads us all out of the Eagle into the night air. It’s pretty late and the club is tucked away by an ally, so things outside are pretty quiet. Only a couple people stare at us—the master in his full-body skin-tight outfit and the slave with nothing but his boots and his jock. I almost feel out-of-place with my regular street clothes.
As we walk down the sidewalk the master continues, “So imagine your walking along here with us. In a minute we’re going to get to my truck. Inside the truck I’ve got a fair number of fun things. Among them are some mitts that are made to cover your fists and hold your hands into tight balls. If you were to keep walking with us to my truck and just stood there for a while, I might bring out my fist mitts.”
He turns into a small parking garage while he talks, and we follow along.
“You wouldn’t be forced to do anything, but if you voluntarily put your hands into these mitts and curled your fingers into fists, my slave and I would show you what it feels like to wear them—how strangely thrilling they feel as they hold your hands into tight balls.”
We approach a large black truck. One of those modern ones with the fingerprint sensors on the door handles. The master opens a door to the back seat and whispers something quietly to the slave’s ear. The slave gets into the back seat and rummages around.
I admit, he’s done a good job of building an exhilarating air of suspense. It’s been titillating going with him to his truck, while at the same time I feel like he’s trustworthy—a man of his word. Unsurprisingly, the slave emerges from the back seat with a pair of thick padded black gloves. Well, they almost look like gloves except that there aren’t any fingers on them and they’re shaped like small round balls, each with a little notched strap around the wrists. The master and slave each hold out one glove with the open end facing me, but they don’t do anything.
The master says, “As I said, you aren’t forced to do anything. We’re just presenting you the opportunity to see what they feel like. After you’ve tried them on, if you tell us to, we’ll take them off you, but after that we’ll have to leave you here because it’s about time for us to go.”
I guess there’s nothing wrong with see what these things feel like. I believe him when he says he would take them off afterwards if I asked. I trust him. So I slip my fingers into them, curling my fingers into fists as my hands go in farther so they can be closed around the wrist. The master tells the slave to fasten the buckles. Then he says, “So there’s one more thing. And this is a promise.”
“The next item I have here is called a muzzle.” He holds up what looks like a series of leather straps and buckles attached at the center to a padded mouthpiece. He turns it upside down so I can see that the inside of the mouthpiece has a silicon gag protruding from it, shaped like the end of a penis.
“Doesn’t that look strangely enticing to you?” he asks, in the same calm, relaxed, serene voice that he has always spoken in. There’s something about his voice that I can’t place, but it makes me feel like I can trust him. “Now here’s where we come to what you’d call a 'fork in the road’. We’re not going to put this muzzle on you unless you want to try it. As I said, you’re perfectly safe. In a minute we have to leave, so we’ll have to take these fist mitts off of you and let you go on your way.
As he says this, the slave finishes buckling the second mitt into place. I test patting my padded fists together as they make a muffled thudding sound. The master then says, "Slave, undo his pants and show this nice man how deeply you can suck his cock.” The slave drops quietly to his knees, undoes my belt and starts lightly sucking my already stiff dick. The sensation is both wonderful and distracting. I rest my padded fists on his shoulders as I look up at the master, who is still holding that muzzle up, with its pecker-gag pointing up out of the mouthpiece.
“Now, as I said, it’s past time for my slave and me to leave. The only thing that would stop me from taking off those fists mitts right now and leaving would be if you put your mouth around the gag and sucked hard on it. If you did that, I would fasten these straps around your head. At any time you could tell me to stop or even just grunt or shake your head and I would stop and remove it. Remember: I want you to feel safe. But if you didn’t… if you didn’t make any movement or sound, and if I pulled the last buckle into place and fastened these little locks, then things might go a little differently.
"If you tried on the muzzle and then climbed into the back seat of the truck, then I will tell you exactly what would happen: my slave and I would attach your mitts with these D-rings to the seatbelt buckles so you wouldn’t be able to get out. My slave would get into the back seat with you and would continue sucking your cock while we drove to our home—which would become your new home as well.
"I said there was a fork in the road, well that fork in the road happens at the moment that you climb into the back seat. If you did that voluntarily, then you would no longer be a free man. You would belong to me, and you would undergo training and conditioning to become a sex slave, just like this guy here. In fact, you two would spend a lot of time sharing the same cage.”
At this point, my head is sort of spinning as I stare at the gag.
The master goes on, “Okay, we’ve got to leave, so I’m going to have to take these mitts off.”
Before I realize what I’m doing, I lower my head into the muzzle and suck on the gag, holding the mouthpiece into place.
The feeling of excitement is so amazing. My cock is so intensely stiff. I really want this experience to continue. He calls the slave up to help fasten the straps to my head, and they work quickly and efficiently. I know I’m still safe because I would have to first voluntarily climb into the back seat before anything really serious would happen.
My face is tightly covered by the muzzle, my mouth filled completely with the soft rubber gag. I try to grunt and discover that I really can’t make more than the softest purr. The master stops, hearing it and looks at me. “Do you want me to take it off? I’m going to take the muzzle off if you want. Slave, we need to free him quickly because we have to leave now. It’s past time we had to go.” I actually don’t want to take the muzzle off—not yet—but he’s about to abort the entire experience. I don’t want it to end yet!
I climb into the back seat and just like that I realize I just crossed that line from safely tantalizing flirtation to having just made a life-changing and irreversible choice.
The slave and master each take one of my fists and snap the mitts into some rings protruding from both sides of my seat. My arms are now held fast against my sides, my hands at my waist. The master closes the car door on my side, and the slave gets in on the other side.
It begins
The master goes over to the slave’s car door and, for a minute I can hear him whispering some instructions to the slave. He then closes the slave’s car door, gets into the driver’s seat and starts driving. The slave begins carrying out his instructions.
The slave finds a heavy padded blindfold and straps it over my eyes. Now I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel as he starts cutting the clothes off of my body with some sort of scissors or sheers. I keep very still so that I don’t get accidentally sliced open. After a couple minutes, all of my clothes have been removed.
The slave also wraps something that feels like rubber webbing around my ankles and calves, wrapping them tightly together until I’m completely immobilized. Finally he resumes sucking my cock, showing just how deeply he can swallow it. Again, I try to moan but no sound emerges from the pecker gag that’s in my mouth.
The master starts talking. “So you might be asking yourself if you really gave me your consent or if you just encountered someone really good at the 'power of suggestion’. To tell you the truth, there’s not that much of a difference. I showed you that there was a very narrow path—a very specific set of actions you would have to take to become a slave and you did all of them. It didn’t feel like hypnosis to you… you simply walked that narrow path that I laid out in front of you, right?
"If I had told you in the beginning that I might take you and turn you into a sex slave—one who would voluntarily give up all rights and all self-determination—you would have chuckled and walked away. But I saw that look in your eyes. Just as I saw that look in your fellow slave’s eyes over a month ago. I knew you would be receptive to my will. And here we are.
"So I’m going to start conditioning you. To be honest, the conditioning and programming—it’s a very slow and gradual road—the conditioning and programming has already begun. I’m going to tell you some things, and you may not believe them, or you may not follow my instructions. That’s fine. That’s actually good. It’s how things are supposed to start out. Remember, I told you that this process is about getting you to resist so that I can break you, and then getting you to resist again so I can break your will even more.
"So I’m going to tell you some things, and you won’t believe them right now, but that’s the way it’s supposed to begin.
"The first thing you need to know is that you cannot and must not ever try to masturbate. No matter how bad your cock is screaming for release, even if you tried to wrap your fingers around it, they simply wouldn’t obey the commands coming from your brain. By the way, this is one reason I’m starting you out in those fist mitts—because that way you’ll start out physically unable to pump your cock, and you’ll stay that way until I’m pretty sure you’re mind has wrapped itself around that first and most imperative command.
"The second thing is simple: I am your master and you are my slave. What I say is the truth, even if it seems to conflict with something you once thought. If I tell you that your hair was once blond then that’s the truth. If you thought you once remembered it being brown, those thoughts will eventually burn away and you’ll know you were always blond.”
The truck makes some turns and eventually it feels like we’re climbing some winding canyon road.
“When I’m not around, others may tell you what to do and you might find yourself doing what they say. Or you might find yourself doing the strangest things all of a sudden. You’ll learn not to worry about it. You see, I’m going to plant a lot of hypnotic suggestions and triggers deep in your brain Some people will know about these and will take advantage of them in order to control you and play with your mind. It’ll be disorienting at first, but eventually you’ll learn not to worry and to just go with whatever happens.”
The truck comes to a stop and the master gets out and opens the back door. He tells the slave—not me, but the other slave—to stop sucking my cock and to sit still for a moment. Then he says to me, “I’m going to let you hear this right now, but it’s not going to matter because within the next hour I’m going to expunge it all from your memory.”
He then says to the slave, “You are in the deepest trance now. What I tell you is going straight into the deepest part of your mind. You will always remember these instructions…”
I still can’t see anything since the slave had blindfolded me, but I imagine him sitting, looking at the master with that blank look on his face as he takes in new programming.
“First, this man who we’ve tied up and brought home is your fellow slave now. You will think of him as your brother, and I will refer to him as your brother. You two will often spend time together in the same cage.
"Today I will immediately begin his conditioning and programming. My initial task will be to turn him into a sex slave, but our goal is going be to take him much father than that—to try to turn him into a sex pig and then ultimately a sex fiend. I will depend on you a lot to help us make this happen. In some ways you are graduating from a simple sex slave into my assistant. As you know, the conditioning we are going to do on your brother here will require long hours of continual edging and anal stimulation and that sort of thing. You know there are a lot of people who are going to help us with this task, but you and I will carry most of the burden.
"Now, whenever you see your brother here being conditioned, you will find yourself immensely excited. It will give you extreme pleasure any time you see him writhing, restrained, helpless. You will be fascinated, and that fascination will evolve into an obsession. At times when your brother is not around, you’ll think about him, see his face in your mind, fantasizing about him getting conditioned to be perpetually horny and surrendering all control to his cock. You will think of yourself as his cock’s secret ally, and you will scheme and figure out how to accelerate and intensify the process—to make him constantly horny, to release his inhibitions and make him purely a puppet to his own id.
"If you ever discover out what some of his hypnotic triggers are, you will 'leak’ them to other people who might be able to exploit them. When you find out what his fetishes are, you will make those fetishes your own—you’ll become whatever triggers him and makes him vulnerable.
"But here’s the thing: you’ll do all this in secret. This is what will make you the most excited about it all: he will think of you as his fellow slave—as his loyal brother in bondage—and he will grow to trust you and confide in you, and he won’t know your role in all this. You’ll be careful to make sure he doesn’t find out. If he does somehow learn something he shouldn’t, you’ll let me know so that we can reprogram his memories until he is unaware again.
"Now I want to you think back to half an hour ago, when you were tying him up here in the backseat, when you were wrapping his legs together like this, when you put the blindfold on him. You are going to remember having felt this huge sensation of excitement. It’s the first time you ever felt it, but you know you want to feel that sensation again. It all starts here. You will watch over your brother. You find yourself very attracted to him. You loved seeing his cock hard, and you look forward to the two of you being curled up together in your cage, gently caressing his cock while he sleeps. You’ll try to figure out how to innocently orchestrate situations where he gets restrained, blindfolded or muzzled or hooded. For example, you may find yourself feeling bold enough to ask us for some drugs that you might be able to slip into his drinking water, or squirt into his ass lube or otherwise get into his system so that you can plan some scenario where he’s helpless and vulnerable.”
I hear the master walk around to my side of the car and open the car door. There’s some shuffling and then I suddenly feel a pin-prick in the inside crook of my arm. The master removes my blindfold, and I see my fellow slave sitting next to me, staring at me with his intense eyes, drinking in the aspect of my face. I look down at my elbow at the syringe as it pumps a dark liquid into my veins. He says, "Now the programming really begins!”
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Extreme Makeover: The Changing Room
Andy tried to break free. But Daddy's smell was blurring his mind. Resistance was futile. Soon he would lose control over everything. At first it frightened him until Daddy's lips and hands began to explore his body. Andy had no reason to ignore the pleasure that was growing fast and burying any second thoughts.
Before Andy realized what was happening to him it was already too late. His body fat that he had been putting on to an unhealthy level over the past two decades began to go down until his gut completely disappeared leaving behind his abs that he had been hiding all the time. Then his muscles began to grow as though he was doing bodybuilding since a very young age. Andy was 36, and prior to meeting Daddy in that changing room he had never done weight lifting. Now everybody would assume that he was taking steroids because it was impossible to maintain that amount of muscle mass naturally.
When his transformation was almost complete Andy no longer had to be afraid to take off his shirt in public or go to the beach wearing just a speedo because his body - especalliy his ass - was just divine. People would stare at him in awe. And Andy was fully aware of his appeal.
Daddy planted a kiss on Andy's lips forcing his tongue down Andy's throat. He knew that he was Andy's first guy - and that thought set him on fire.
When Daddy was done giving Andy a taste of the rough road he wanted to take him to, he told Andy, "Now, my boy, you can suck me off."
Andy hesitated at first. There was a voice in his head telling that he'd better stop. But Daddy's smell and deep voice was irresisteble. He went down on his knees and opened the zipper of Daddy's tight leather pants. Although it was messy and he had to learn a lot, his first time sucking another man's cock wouldn't be his last time.
Once Daddy's semen was digested in Andy's stomach becoming part of his body Andy's next change would soon commence. But Daddy wanted to conquer him step by step. So he allowed him to return to his wife and three children.
Since the spell that was responsible for Andy's changes also twisted reality around him nobody noticed that Andy went from an obese man to a beefcake within a few minutes. Everyone remembered Andy being into bodybuilding since high school, and he maintained his muscle mass by going to the gym 4 to 5 times a week, eating a lot of protein, drinking enough water and injecting testosterone regularly.
Andy's life went on as though nothing had happened in that changing room. But once in a while Daddy sent him a text message asking if he was available. Most of the time he was. And as soon as he read the text 'Daddy wants you' Andy felll into a trance. Then the two of them met at Daddy's place where Andy sucked Daddy off. Although he remembered nothing of their encounters, with each load he swallowed his personality changed a bit. Andy became more outgoing. He laughed more than he did in the past. And he didn't mind checking out other muscular guys.
But then Andy's meetings with Daddy came to an end when his wife revealed that she was three months pregnant. The child wasn't planned. However, the joy and love he felt after seeing his second daughter's ultrasound for the first time broke the spell... So it appeared.
Daddy waited for two years to allow Andy spending some quality time with his family. Then one day when his wife and children were visiting the in-laws for a couple of days Andy received a package with a douche kit, a tailor-made leather uniform and a letter which read: 'Use the douche on yourself. Then put that outfit on and send a picture to Daddy.'
For some reasons Andy had to follow the instructions. He used the douche kit, his first time ever, in the bathing room. When he was all clean down there which took about an hour or so, he got dressed in that leather uniform that was made for him, took a picture and sent it to a mobile number that appeared in his head.
Soon afterwards Andy received a text message from Daddy: 'Now go to the Eagle and have some fun, boy.'
Still confused, Andy couldn' help but to obey Daddy's commands. His mind was working fine. But there was a force, a voice in his head he couldn't resist. Whoever or whatever Daddy was Andy had to fulfill everything Daddy demanded. So he left home, jumped into his car and drove to the place where Daddy wanted him to be.
The Eagle was a gay fetish bar in a nearby city. On a Friday night it was always crowded. Although it was Andy's first time visiting that kind of venue and being surrounded by so many gay leathermen he was immediately drawn to what he was experiencing. Everything was soaked in masculinity, the patrons and the staff were covered in black and shiny leather, some of them fully, some of them hiding just their jewels, and the smell that was hanging in the air was intoxicating.
Andy was quickly approached by a leather daddy with silver hair. They talked with each other, drank some beer, danced so close together that sometimes they had full body contact until it was time for the silver daddy to take Andy to one of the dark rooms.
Andy didn't understand why he was suddenly attracted to that silver daddy - or to all the other guys around him. It was like something inside of him clicked once the silver daddy made a move on him; his sexual preferences went from one extreme to another in a blink of an eye, pushing away all the women in his dreams only to be replaced by hot men, and then it appeared as though Andy had always been a proud member of the queer community.
On that Friday night the silver daddy got Andy on his knees snd received a blowjob only an experienced cock-sucker could give. Andy was surprised when he was able to take the silver daddy's meat all the way down his throat. It felt so natural to him; and he found great joy in pleasing the silver daddy with his mouth and tongue. But that was just the beginning.
Once the silver daddy's cock was hard enough Andy was ordered to pull down his leather pants and to bend over. Andy did what he was told knowing too well what was about to happen. Lube was poured into his crack before the silver daddy's fingers started rubbing against his hole, sliding inside and making sure that it was all slick.
"Ready for the real thing?"
When the silver daddy's cock entered Andy's ass it hurt like hell.
"You hardly get fucked, I assume," the silver daddy asked referring to Andy's tight hole. Andy admitted that it was his first time.
"In that case I promise that you will always remember me," the silver daddy said. Then he started pounding, gently at first before going harder, thrusting his magnificent cock in and out like a drill.
After a few minutes later the pain disappeared and Andy's cries were replaced by moans of pleasure. The silver daddy was hitting his prostate, something no other guy did before - and it wouldn't be the last time. As soon as the silver daddy would breed him Andy would reach the next phase of his transformation...
Back home, after losing his virgin ass to that silver daddy, Andy took off his leather gear and quickly went into the shower. Lube and cum was leaking out of his hole. Soon he would allow another man shooting his load inside of him. Andy had such an incredible orgasm back then that he didn't want to return the way he used to be. It felt great being gay. And when Andy looked himself in the mirror he proudly said: "I am a big faggot." To his surprise his voice had changed. He was talking in a higher pitch, almost to feminine for a bodybuilder like him. But he would get used to it.
For the next three months Andy would go out every other Friday and Saturday to visit The Eagle and other gay bars and hook up with guys. His wife didn't suspect anything. And the more time Andy spent in the gay world the more changes occured around him: His family and friends distanced himself from him until the stopped talking to him altogether. It appeared that they were forgetting about him.
Meanwhile Andy, too, began to lose any attachments to his old life. One by one his memories were changing. He remembered coming out as ga, at the age of 14. In his late 20s he waa approached by his best friend who asked him to be her sperm donor. He agreed to help her becoming a parent and ended up staying with her to raise three children. But when his best friend found the love of her life Andy was happy to move out and finally have some fun after being a co-parent for the last ten years.
A year later Andy was making money as a model, escort, gogo dancer and onlyfans performer, and living with a hot leatherman he called Daddy, not remembering that Daddy was the one responsible for his transformation.
Daddy took good care of Andy, and when he thought that his boy need a makeover he wouldn't hesistate to give him one, turning him younger, older, bigger, smaller or just messing around with his memories. The had all the time in the world - and Daddy would never get tired of his boy.
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Ryan was at home on his own but was playing Call Of Duty online with Luke and Darren, a couple of other lads who lived on the same estate. Suddenly the game cut out and the screen turned to static. “What the fuck is this shit?” came one of his mates’ voices through the headphones. “Fuckin’ glitchy shit innit!” he heard his other mate reply. So it wasn’t just him with a screen full of static then.
Suddenly the static disappeared and a series of spirals appeared on his screen. “You seeing this spiral stuff too?” he asked. “Yeah fuckin’ weird bro! Never seen this before. How ‘bout you Daz?” replied Luke. “Nah bruv. I ain’t seen no spirals on here before and …….” Darren’s voice was cut off as a slow rhythmic electronic pulse began to play through the headphones.
Ryan didn’t know what was happening, but like a slow motion car crash, he couldn’t stop watching the spirals on the screen. He hadn’t noticed a synthetic voice had been overlaid on the electronic noise and images were now being superimposed over the spirals. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop watching the spirals and the images of other chav lads like him.
He also didn’t know that his two mates were also fixated on the spirals and the voices that had started a subconscious conditioning process. All three of them now only knew that they were horny as fuck and had to obey. As instructed, Ryan took off the headphones and watched the spirals. He watched the words that flashed up without even knowing that he had seen them.
Without knowing or caring why he was obediently following the instructions, Ryan put on a puffa jacket and gloves to go with the trackies and sneakers he was already wearing. Still glued to the screen and the spirals, he put on the ski mask that keeps scallies safe from CCTV cameras. He went downstairs and opened the front door.
Waiting at the front door were two lads dressed like him, but both with black gasmasks, filters attached. They didn’t need to say anything. Ryan felt his cock throbbing in his trackies and knew he had to go with them. He wanted to be the same as them and silently walked between them to the end of the street where they turned into the alleyway.
As they rounded the corner Ryan saw four more figures dressed like him but also wearing gasmasks with filters. Ryan realised that the two nearest him were Luke and Darren. He walked up to them but couldn’t see anything behind the lenses. Luke handed him a gasmask which he willingly put on. It felt so good to be losing his human identity.
His two mates poured some liquid from small yellow bottles into filters and attached them to Ryan’s mask. He didn’t need to be told to take deep breaths of the fumes. The vapours filled his lungs and he felt them pulsing through his entire body. He was warm and fuzzy and he was rock hard and horny. His bros embraced him and they rubbed each other’s hard cocks through their trackies.
As they continued to breathe the intoxicating fumes the three of them started to lose all sense of their human existence. They continued to sniff the fumes as they walked, brainless and drooling, with their four new chav bros. No feelings except mindless obedient bliss, intense horniness, and an uncontrollable urge to spend more time in front of the spirals.
At some point the three of them passed out into a trance-like twilight. They were roused by a familiar pulsating electronic rhythm and a large screen on which spirals were rotating. They were wearing matching trackies, sneakers and gasmasks. Three filters sat on the floor in front of them and they attached them to the gasmasks without realising they were obeying a subliminal voice.
For the next few days the three of them were either asleep or watching the spirals and listening to the binaural programming. During this stage of the programming they were fitted with chastity cages, the strength of the fumes was continually increased and they were kept constantly aroused. Only when the voices instructed them to drain were they allowed to cum.
Ryan no longer had any sense of time and only wanted to obey the controller, inhale the fumes and pleasure himself and his bros. It was probably 5 or 6 days into the programming regime that four new bros arrived in shiny rubber tracksuits and took them to another part of the building for the next phase of programming. This was to be the final assimilation.
They were taken into a dormitory where black rubber catsuits were laid out on the three beds. Rubber tracksuits hung next to the beds, with rubber boots and several pairs of sneakers under them. On a table next to each bed were several small yellow bottles and a pair of airbuds. In front of each bed was a tv screen.
Ryan took his trackies off and the rubber chavs pressed their rubber forms into his naked body. This was the first time he had felt rubber like this against his human skin and he wanted this to be his skin too. The others were rubbing his cock, fingering his quivering hole, and playing with his nipples. As his arse twitched and his cock dripped precum they stopped.
The rubber chavs slid each of Ryan’s legs into the well lubed suit and pulled it up to his waist. He stood up as they beckoned and felt that his legs were now fully encapsulated in rubber. He had never felt anything like this ecstasy. They pulled the suit up to his shoulders and slid the rubber over his arms. As the rear zip was fastened and locked into place he let out a little squeal of excitement.
A digital voice came through the airbuds, accompanied by text on the screen “THIS IS YOUR CONTROLLER. YOUR FINAL ASSIMILATION AS A RUBBER DRONE IS BEGINNING. THE DRONES WHO ARE ASSIMILATING YOU WERE MINDLESS CHAV LADS LIKE YOU. NOW YOU WILL KNOW TRUE MINDLESS BLISS AND SERVE THE HIVE LIKE THEM. INHALE THE DRONE FUEL. EMBRACE THE SPIRALS”
“YOU HAVE BEEN CONDITONED TO ACCEPT THE ASSIMILATION PROGRAMME. DRONES ARE RUBBER OBJECTS. YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE DRONE SKIN WHICH HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR YOU. THIS SKIN WILL BE PART OF YOU. IT WILL TAKE YOU OVER. YOU WILL BE A RUBBER OBJECT.”
“YOU ARE NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS YOUR SKIN. YOU HAVE NO HUMAN FEELS. YOU ONLY NEED THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. YOU ARE A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE WITH YOUR DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS YOUR EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”
The voice was replaced with techno and the programme file played on a subliminal loop under the beats, the words flashing on the screen. The drones started to edge Ryan and bated each other through three fuel refills. Ryan was now closer to the edge than he had ever been. He needed to serve the hive and he started repeating the mantra.
“I AM NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS MY SKIN. I HAVE NO HUMAN FEELS. I ONLY NEED THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. I AM A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE WITH MY DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS MY EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”
The drones replaced the filter with a hose and fuel pump and Ryan increasingly pumped the fumes into the gasmask. He was now mindless. He had no human feels. It had no human feels. The rubber was its skin. It was a rubber object. It needed only fuel. It would serve as programmed. It was assimilated with the hive. Its mantra had changed from the first to the third person.
“IT IS NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS ITS SKIN. IT HAS NO HUMAN FEELS. IT ONLY NEEDS THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. IT IS A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. IT EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. IT EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE WITH ITS DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS ITS EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”
The other drones nodded to each other, XC43 stood up and approached its new drone bros. They embraced and XC43 dutifully bated each one until they had drained their cum for the hive. Only then did it drain a massive and orgasmic load of cum from its own cock. The assimilation was complete. XC43 was now a mindless chav drone ready to serve the hive.
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