Many Worlds #1 - The (Permanent) Transfer

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"You know, Chuy, today could be the day!" Tito peeked around the doorway and grinned at us. My partner had stayed overnight at the apartment since Berto had been needed at the Greasetank for packaging up the latest batch of slave-meat to be shipped to their new homes. He was naked except for an apple-red thong that barely contained his massive steel-encircled cock and balls.

"It's been almost six months to the day we got Darkened, and Cap promised us an answer by this time. Why else would he be asking to see us early this morning?"

"To tell us that he decided against it and we have to go back being just gringo cops again." For some reason I had been in a foul mood for the past few days; the deadline had been on my mind as well, but I wasn't as optimistic as Tito. I could think of plenty of reasons Captain Morgan could give to allow us only temporary Darkenings instead of permanent ones. After my outburst, my partner came into the kitchen noticeably more somber than a few moments ago. Inti tipped his head up and gave him a soft, but insistent kiss. My property turned to me with a mock scowl on his handsome dark-skinned face.

"Try to be more positive, amor..." Inti kissed the top of my hairless head. "Even if the two of you had to become white cops again, you'd both have eager-to-please, dirt-trade Latino putos as your personal chattel now."

I grinned at my dark-skinned slave and gave him a kiss. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." I smiled and turned to my partner. "Perdón por ser tan culero, Tito. (Sorry for being such a prick, ed.) I'll try to keep a more positive attitude for whatever happens today."

* * * 

"I'm sure you've anticipated why I wanted to see you - this is about the continuation of the new 'Darkening Exchange Program'."

Tito and I were sitting in Cap's office. As usual, our CO had a somewhat grim expression on his face, which did not bode well for our continued existence as Latino cops.

"First off, I must say that you two have been exceptional in the handling of your duties and exemplary in your behavior - but given who you are, I would not have expected otherwise. You have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that any patrol officer here at the Four-One can more than successfully function as a foreign Latino policeman. There were some rumblings within the community that both of my highest-visibility - and most appreciated -  officers had been sent off to some foreign country on an assignment - but that grew to be seen more of a reward than a punishment and their replacements..." He gave a small smile. "... proved to be more than equal to the task of living up to their sterling reputations."

Cap steepled his fingers on the desk. "But this 'Exchange Program' did raise some unanticipated questions and created some unwanted publicity for this precinct. I'm afraid that wholesale 'permanent transfers' would raise too many questions that would create an unnecessary strain for the department."

Fuck. We're going back to being white cops. At least I won't have to lie to Damien. While Inti decided to remain a dirt-trade Latino, I had my orders to revert back. But maybe there could be occasions for becoming Latinos again in the future.

Tito and I exchanged a glum look. "We understand, Sir. Thank you for giving us this trial period - we appreciate your consideration and flexibility."

Captain Morgan raised his eyebrows. "I'm not finished, Caldéron."

My CO continued, with his lips twisting into a slight sardonic smile.  "If you listened carefully, I said 'no wholesale permanent transfers'. 

I did not say 'No permanent transfers.' "

Tito and I looked at each other and took a deep breath of anticipation. 

"I  have seen the improved cohesion amongst the men with your Darkening. So has Reardon and Namisato. 

The thought of becoming dark-skinned Latino officers has been an amazing morale booster and a number of the patrolmen have already shaved their heads and tinted their eyebrows and eyelashes in anticipation." He paused. "I rather approve of those changes across the board."

Tito spoke up. "We noticed that too, Sir. Being as jacked-up as most of us are now, the lack of hair definitely draws the attention to our faces and gives everyone a more raw and commanding presence... in uniform and out." Leave it to Tito to mention the 'out' part of that equation.

"I definitely want to continue this program with extended Darkenings of a year or more. This will give the community the time and space to get used to the changes in personnel. Short periods back to their Caucasian personas will feel more like just another duty assignment versus a true reversion and will permit a permanent Darkening to occur without any fanfare. I also want to initiate some shorter term Darkenings as well - up to a year - those officers would be working directly with the Los Brazos gang. We are very close already..." Cap grinned. "... and they already operate as a strongly disciplined, independent paramilitary police force with both legal and illicit businesses. Any crimes committed by the Darkened officers would be overlooked and any upticks in COMPSTAT numbers will be explained away."

The smile widened. "But we also need to provide a constant reminder to all involved or those that will be involved about the unparalleled success of the program you developed, Caldéron." Cap opened a desk drawer and withdrew two envelopes, pushing one in front of each of us.

"Open the envelopes."

"Holy shit..."

They were Green Cards. Each of us now had an permanent official US Resident Alien designation. 

"I'm approving your 'permanent transfers' and Zack will make sure that those are registered in all the required systems... that is, if you still want to proceed."

Tito and I whooped and embraced each other. 

"Cap, we can't begin to thank you enough for this! We were really hoping this would be the result! We were talking earlier about the fact if this DID happen, we'd switch between being Latino cops looking like dieseled, dirt-trade hustlers and remorseless black thugs - we'd never have to be whiteboy cops again!"

At Cap's amused expression, Tito continued. "Umm... I mean, there's nothing wrong being a white cop - or a white guy, Sir. It's just that being like this or being a black man - is just such a rush! I think we get a bigger rush being a Latino! Thank you again for making this possible for us!"

Cap continued smiling. "Reardon and Namisato were already apprised of my decision, and they will be announcing the widescale adoption of the new program, along with the conditions. I don't think there will be any objections, based on how you just responded." He looked at his watch. "If you'd like to make your announcements personally, I believe most everyone will still be in the locker room getting ready for the shift change. Again, congratulations to you both."

Our CO got up and embraced us both as he opened the door to his office and we headed downstairs.

* * *

The two of us arrived in the locker room as the third watch was getting into their civvies and the guys for the first watch were getting ready for patrol. There was a constant buzz of conversation and the 'clink' and 'clunk' of duty equipment being provisioned and fastened and the 'bang' of the steel doors being slammed shut.

Tito put his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. Conversation stopped and all heads swiveled in our direction.

"WE DID IT! WE'RE LATINOS FOR GOOD!" 

The room exploded in yells and cheers.

"Congrats fellas! Couldn't happen to a better pair of cops!" Cash pulled Tito in a deep kiss.

"Cap approved the new program?"

I nodded. "With some changes. We can't have everyone become as fucking HOT as us all at once!" The crowd laughed. "So it's gonna be a slow and gradual process. Jamie and Tommy will make the 'official' announcement at roll call."

"Do you have the full details?"

Tito shook his head. "Participants will get extended assignments of over a year to get the outside used to your new identities. Depending on the conditions, there could be some short reversion periods to whiteboy cops, followed by additional extended assignments and/or permanent conversions."

The assembled officers whooped. I picked up the conversation.

"There's also going to be 'short-term' Darkenings of six months to a year. In those situations, you're going to be on detached duty to Los Brazos gang. 

More cheers erupted from the crowd of patrolmen.

"For the guys that get permanent Darkenings like us, you'll switch between being hot-as-fuck rough-trade Latinos and dangerous black thugs - you'll never be whiteboys again!"

"I can't believe this is happening! This is like hitting the lottery!" Micah was literally jumping for joy.

"Well, the Sarges will fill out the details at roll call."

We continued to receive warm embraces and deep kisses from all the patrolmen present as they finished getting ready for the day.

* * *

We met both Sarges on the way to the ready room and they gave us big grins. "From the looks on your faces, I assume Cap gave you the news?"

I pulled Jamie into a strong embrace and deep kiss. "I'm sure you two had some part in this as well!"

He grinned and squeezed my painfully engorged crotch. "Probably..." He drawled. "It's been fantastic having two hot-as-fuck dirt-trade Latinos at our beck and call. Tommy and I can't wait to get more on board! I'd love to get everyone Darkened - including ourselves - but I don't think that's gonna happen any time soon."

We pulled Tommy Namisato into an embrace as well. "Thank you too, Sir! We couldn't have stayed this way without you!"

"It was a truly inspired idea, Chuy! I don't know how you came up with it, but every officer here at the Four-One is happier, more focused and dedicated than ever before about getting Darkened - you are an organizational genius!"

Jamie laughed. "And both of you are even more incredible fucks as Latinos!" He put his arms around both of us. "C'mon - let's get ready for today. I'm going to give out the assignments and then we'll talk about participation in the new 'Exchange Program'." 

* * *

Roll call went more like a party. After Jamie made the day's assignments, the overall mood was completely upbeat as more details of the new 'Exchange Program' was explained to the gathered officers. As the meeting broke up, my first call was to Inti to tell him the good news and my second call was to Zack.

"Congratulations, Chuy! I'm so happy everything turned out this way for you and Tito! I assume that you WANT to proceed with the process and become Latinos permanently, right?"

"Absolutely! Can we schedule some time for the process?"

"Let me check my schedule and I'll text you a couple of dates. I'd like to remove all the nano-dye and start fresh on both of you and then apply the activation coat at the same time. I assume Tito wants to keep his current ink, maybe add more? What about you? I have to put the phase-change tats on you ... do you want some new ink as well, now that you're going to be a genuine Guatemalan ?"

I checked with Tito and he nodded. "YES to both questions. Sounds good. Thanks Zack!"

* * *

ONE WEEK LATER

After Zack had given us the dates for our permanent Darkening, we requested and received a few days off to go through the process to irrevocably become the negritos we were now. After the long subway ride to Brooklyn, Tito and I walked towards Zack's warehouse in the distance with a happy bounce in our steps.

"I still can't believe we did it, Chuy! We're really going to become rough-trade, dark-skinned Latino cops!"

I grinned at my partner. "You were always more optimistic than me, Tito. I'm just glad you were right!"

As we approached Zack's place, the door opened up and the dark-haired artist gave both of us a big, welcoming wave.

"Hey guys! Great to see you! C'mon in!"

We followed Zack into one of the big industrial office spaces and received strong hugs and kisses from the him.

"I'm so glad everything worked out so well for you! I know you can't wait to look permanently the way you do now, and I can't wait to do it for you! As I said on the phone, I want to strip all the nano-dye off of you and reapply the base coloration, then reapply your tats and then finish up with the activation coat. Tito, I'm going to do you first since you don't need phase-change ink like Chuy will. Your partner mentioned you want more ink, too?"

Tito grinned. "I want to keep the Aztec skull on my chest and I was thinking of something on my opposite forearm. Something that goes along with the Mexican theme."

Zack looked pleased. "I've been doing research and I think a tat of Quetzalcoatl will look fantastic. I'll show you after I clean you off." He turned to me. "And what about you, Chuy? Any concrete ideas for what ink an oversexed, dieseled Guatemalan cop should be wearing?"

I smiled and nodded. "I want to go more religious. I want ink on both arms and a Bible quote on my ribs."

"You're going to look absolutely authentic with those! Got some samples?"

"On my phone!" 

"Perfect! I can scan them in and make any changes and enhancements to really amp the quality and intensity. You guys have more than a day off, right?"

"We got three days from Cap."

Zack grinned. "Good, good. We're not going to need that much, but I definitely don't want to rush anything. I could probably get everything done today, but I'd feel better spreading everything over two days. Works for you?"

"I'll let Inti and Berto know we're staying overnight. Sounds great, Zack. Let's get started!"

TITO

The first thing Zack did was to put some drops in my eyes. This dissolved the nano-dye in my irises and returned them back to their original whiskey-brown color. Once that happened, I stripped naked and Zack applied the solvent to my face and body. After several applications I was back to my original skintone and I looked at myself in disdain. 

"Ick..." 

Chuy grinned. "¡Carajo!... You look like a damned maggot now!" I mock-growled and gave him the finger. "Shut up... you're gonna turn into a pasty-faced whiteboy too!"

Zack stroked his chin. "Tito - what about hair? Do you want to keep using the Crawford cream or do you want me to remove all your hair permanently?"

"Take all of it off. Everywhere. I want to be as smooth as a baby's ass."

Zack and Chuy chuckled at my response. The artist pulled a large plastic tub off a nearby shelf and unscrewed the cap; he began slathering a creamy white substance all over my head, face and body - including my pucker - and twisted a kitchen timer to thirty minutes. 

"When the timer dings, go in and take a cool shower. Gently use the body and facial scrub to get yourself all clean and smooth for the nano-dye."

* * *

I left the shower with my skin feeling more sensitive, cooler and sleeker. I had seen many little white things in the shower drain that looked like grains of rice - Zack told me those were my hair follicles; they had been killed and has fallen out and no hair would ever grow back where the the cream had been applied. In a moment, he sat me down in a chair. "Tilt your head back, Tito. Drops first, then we'll do the skintone. No more maggot skin! Hot Mexican cop coming up!"

* * *

The entire Darkening process took about three hours and at the end of that time, I was back looking like the dieseled, dirt-trade Mexican that had walked in the door - but even better. Zack had also finely airbrushed a minutely darker tone on my cheeks, jawline and neck; this provided just enough minor contrast to permanently maintain a very, very, very closely-shaved appearance. At this point, Zack showed me arm tattoo he designed. 

"You like it? I thought that this would look great with the skull." He had designed a blackwork tattoo of the Mexican feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl in a definite Meso-American style.

I pulled him in for a hug and a kiss. "I do! This is beautiful!"

"Hop on the operating table." Zack wheeled me under the metal arch housing the computer-controlled tattoo station. "Arms at your sides, and palms flat on the surface. Close your eyes and relax."

In a few moments, I felt the feather-light touches of the machine's mechanical appendages on my chest and arm as it carefully applied the ink that would now become a permanent part of me, followed by micro-gusts of warm air to evaporate the solvent base. In a short time, the process was complete.

I sat up and admired my ink. "Wow..." The tat of Quetzalcoatl moved and flexed on my muscular forearm as I reached over and stroked the feathered skull on my pec. I couldn't wait to put my nip rings back in.

"Last step is the activation coat!

 * * *

This stuff smelled terrible. There were a few times that I felt dizzy and nauseous enough from the stench to have Zack stop for a few moments and vent the fumes. But once the warm air from fans washed over me, I knew we were done. I was 'Tito Mendoza' - the dirt-trade puto - who also happened to be a Mexican cop - now and forever.

Once I got off the platform, Zack applied the activation coat to the strip of caramel skin on the soles of my feet that had been covered by the two-by-fours. Fortunately, that didn't smell as bad and dried quickly with the use of a hair dryer. I wasted no time slipping on the three steel cockrings back around my junk, pulled on my thong and re-inserted the diamond studs into my ears. I took a can of Axe 'Dark Temptation' body spray off the table and spritzed myself from head to toe. Chuy nodded in approval.

"I think you look even better, Tito. I think you look ... and smell... even more Mexican now. It's fantastic!"

I pulled my partner into an embrace and deep kiss. "I feel espectacular!" Our swollen crotches rubbed together thru the thin materials of our thongs. "After you're done, I want to be the first one to fuck and fist that permanently caramel Guatemalan ass of yours." 

Chuy nuzzled my neck. "Mmmmm... Same here. I can't wait to fill those Mexican guts of yours with my cock and arm!"

* * *

ZACK

I watched in happy satisfaction as Tito amorously embraced his partner. Before I insert all of the green card data into the national databases, I think I'll let them smash their original molds - after all, they really aren't any use to anyone any longer - least of all to them.

I rubbed my hands together. "Chuy, it's around 2 o'clock. Want to break for lunch? I'd like to clean off the original applications of nano-dye today and start the re-Darkening tomorrow after breakfast. You can show me all the ink you want applied and I can get those enhanced and programmed into the tattoo station. I can also do the complete hair removal today as well if you want that too."

Tito tsked and laughed. "¡Mi pareja, el gusano!!" (my partner, the maggot!, ed.)

Chuy grabbed Tito's nose between the first two fingers of his right hand and then slapped his hand off, Three Stooges style.

"Oww!" Chuy started giggling and Tito joined in. Soon the three of us were laughing and it took us a while to stop.

Tito's partner grinned. "Okay, let's get me un-dyed and de-haired and then I can show you the tats I want."

* * *

"Damn, I look worse than Tito did." Chuy's process followed the same as his partner but it was definitely strange to see a powerfully muscled white guy with sapphire blue eyes and strong and obvious Latino features. He was examining some other tattoo designs besides the ones he had come in with - I wanted him to be certain of what was going to become a permanent part of him.

"I don't think so. You look more exotic. I think this look has definite possibilities in the future. Not for you, of course."

"What do you think of the ink?"

I rubbed my chin. "I like everything you've shown me and they all work together. But I definitely think we need to see that Bible quote on your ribs along with everything else. Where did you find that?"

Chuy smiled. "There was this hot-as-fuck fitness model that had it on his ribs and I always liked it. It's 1 Corinthians 9:27. It's where St. Paul compares Christian discipline to athletic training."

"Let's take a look." I brought up an image of Chuy on the computer screen and placed the religious ink on his body. Then I added the Corinthians quote.

"What do you think?"

"Can we switch the tats on the arms?"

"Sure!" With a few clicks, the ink was switched.

He turned to me. "I'm not sure, Zack. I think I made a mistake. It looks a little too much." 

"I think if that was the only ink you had AND you were a fitness model, it would work better. You're also too big and developed for that - it gets lost in the definition of your obliques and serratus muscles. Even if we made it bigger and darker, it would also look out of place."

"Okay, you've got the best eye for this stuff. Let's just go with the arms."

"Fine. Let's do the eye color first, then the nano-dye for the skintone. You're going to need the phase change tats of your alpha-omega and your lion first, then these tats, and finally the activation coat."

At his quizzical look, I continued. "Well, since you're still 'Charlie' to Mattie's family, - as Inti is still 'Mattie' - we have to maintain your original ink whenever you're in their company. You can display the 'Chuy' set the rest of time."

"Ahhh ... gotcha." He grinned and tilted his head back and waited for me to instill the drops.

* * *  

CHUY 

After my eyes had been re-dyed to their permanent brown-black color, Zack spread the follicle killer all over my body. After all my hair had been permanently removed, I showered, dried off and I climbed onto the platform to get sprayed with the nano-dye. The stink was worse than I remembered, but after five coats, I was once again wearing the dark, caramel skin that would now be a permanent part of me. I hopped down and Zack completed the process by using a small airbrush on the soles of my feet. After that strip of skin dried, we walked over to the AI-controlled tattoo station. This area was dominated by a large metal frame with numerous articulated arms built into it. Some were large, others were delicate and all of them had specialized tips of an unknown purpose. A large, double-wide operating table had been wheeled under the center of the frame.

"Both sets of ink have been programmed in. These articulating arms will be doing all the work. Get on the table, please?"

He handed me a pair of goggles like the type you wear in a tanning salon. "Put these on, Chuy. The light intensity for the initial ink application is extremely strong - I don't want you to damage your vision. Close your eyes and just relax."

In a few moments, I sensed a bright glare behind the goggles as I felt a series of feather-light touches on the skin of my delts. After several minutes, the light vanished, followed by a sound I could sense rather than actually hear. This was followed by warm drafts of air up and down my arms. After another brief interlude, the entire process repeated. 

 

"OK Chuy- all done! You look FANTASTIC! Want to take a look?"

 

"Absolutely!" I levered myself up from the table. "Whoa..." A wave of light-headedness hit me.

"Dizzy?" 

"Yeah... just came over me all of a sudden."

"That's a reaction to the subsonics and ultrasonics setting your tattoos. Just rest until the feeling passes." 

Finally, the vertigo passed and I sat up to get my bearings.

Once I felt steady enough, I got off the table and headed over to a large wall mirror.

"Damn...." My cock was ready to explode with the thought that in a very short time, I would be 'Chuy Caldéron' - a jacked-up, dirt-trade puto and Guatemalan cop with extensive religious tats crawling down my arms for the rest of my life... except when I was Ray-Ray Johnson. I'd never be the black-haired and blue-eyed man I was born as ever again.

"Zack, this is PERFECT!" I twisted and flexed in the mirror and gave myself a bright white grin as my new ink moved along with me.

"Let's test the phase change." Zack pulled out a wand identical to the ones that Inti used, turned the switch to "1" and pressed the power button. The wand's blade glowed a bright blue and the dark-haired artist slowly trailed the lighted section over one of my arms and then the other. I watched in amazement as the religious tattoos faded and were replaced with my alpha-omega and my lion. He flipped the switch to the "2" position - the blade glowed a deep red and he repeated the process of wanding my biceps, triceps and deltoids. My original ink disappeared and the religious Latino ink was again prominently displayed.

"One hundred percent! I'll give you two of these when you leave. Let's finish up with the activation coat."

* * * 

It was done. The activation coat had been sprayed onto my body and the chemical reaction with the nano-dye locked in my Latino appearance forever. After the coat dried, I pulled the cockrings with difficulty back around my engorged junk, stepped into a bright blue thong and slipped the diamond studs back into my ears.

Zack gently fondled my painfully erect cock. He stroked my face and arms and then pulled me in for a soft kiss. "I'm going to miss seeing those beautiful dark blue eyes and that wavy black hair ever again, but this version of you is even more erotic than the original... " He grinned. "I believe you have a prior engagement with your Mexican partner once you were a Guatemalan cop again." 

I pulled the artist close to me and nuzzled his neck. "I don't think Tito will mind if I personally thank the man who made me who I am first..." Zack give me a surprised grin as I tossed him onto my shoulder and patted his ass as the two of us headed upstairs to his bedroom loft.

* * *  

After leaving an exhausted Zack in his bed, with rivulets of silvery jism seeping out of both holes, I ambled down the hallway to the guest rooms. I was naked and my cock was still hard as a rock and dripping cum on the floor. Tito was looking out a window and fondling his dick; he was buck naked as well, except for the steel around his cock and balls. We each held each other's bald heads and kissed deeply as we caressed and gripped our now permanently caramel-colored, hypermuscular bodies.

Tito kneaded my ass. "Damn, Chuy, we did it! We're dark-skinned Latinos now and forever. We're never gonna be white cops again! We're never gonna be white men again! Look at what Zack left for us!"

 

On a table were a number of different styled stainless steel penis plugs - enough of each style for both of us - and some new stainless steel butt plugs. These butt plugs were different that our standard 'on-duty' versions in that the stem was slightly longer and had a removable flange/button that slid up and down the shaft. At the end of the shaft was a drilled hole and along with the plug itself, a small heavy-duty padlock was included; this would allow more freedom of movement and prevent the plug from accidentally getting sucked into the wearer's guts (which had happened to many cops on more than one occasion). Several tubes of surgical lube were packed in two ziploc bags and a few were laying on the table, as well as a large jar of Hyperlube. 

I examined the penis plugs - these were slightly shorter than the ones we generally wore as black thugs, but looked amazing. Two styles had large balls at their ends and the third style looked like it would basically disappear into your dickhead once the glans ring was slipped on. All of them were thru-hole styles, meaning we could piss and cum through them and wear the steel for extended periods of time.

"I can't wait to put these in!" I gave Tito another deep kiss. "But I want that gigantic Mexican pija of yours up my ass first!"

Tito grinned "As well as my arm, puto! And I need the same from you!" 

After a relentless and brutal session of fucking and fisting each other, Tito and I painfully limped into the industrial showers to clean ourselves up and get dressed. We brought Zack's toys with us and we inserted the new penis- and butt-plugs into our holes. We admired and fondled the steel coverings to our puckers and pissholes - they were as comfortable as they were beautiful and we both now sported permanent semi-hardons. As we slowly exited the large tiled room, we found Zack leaning against the doorway. He gave us a wicked grin. "There's one more thing I think you guys need to do." He tilted his head. "Follow me." 
 

Several twists and turns later, he motioned us into a medium sized room dominated by a large table and crossed his powerful inked arms over his chest. On it were a number of plaster molds of heads, hands and feet. There were also two large sledgehammers leaning against the table. On closer examination, we were surprised to see that these were the molds of our original selves - 'Charlie Hawke' and 'Tony McLaren'.

"I thought it would be a great idea for you to smash these to bits - these are your original master molds. They aren't good to anyone any longer - particularly to you two."

Tito and I looked at each other, then back to him. "You sure about this, Zack?"

The dark-haired artist nodded. "Absolutely! With the activation coat and the follicle killer, I could remold your features back to their originals, but you'd never look like you again. The closest would be two handsome-as-hell hairless Indian or Pakistani bodybuilders." I didn't mention that I still had the electronic copies that could reproduce the molds at any time. There could be a situation in the future that Captain Morgan needed the appearance of one (or both) of these two white cops back in action... just on different people.

Tito grinned and stepped forward, grabbing one of the sledgehammers. "¡Vamos!" (Here we go!, ed.) He swung it high and destroyed the master mold of his head and face. He looked at the broken shards and chunks and laughed. "That felt amazing!" 

I picked up the other hammer and joined him. Soon we both were smashing the plaster and fiberglass until nothing remained except small chunks, slivers and shards. "Whew! That did feel fantastic! Now there's not a trace of our old selves left anywhere!" 

"This was just the final step for everything that happened to you over these last two days. 'Charlie Hawke' and 'Tony McLaren' no longer exist - just two handsome, inked and hypermuscular Latino cops named 'Chuy Caldéron' and 'Tito Mendoza' !! By the way, I uploaded all of the modified information about you as well, including the resident alien documentation."

We each pulled Zack into a strong embrace and deeply kissed the man who recreated us into the oversexed negritos we now were. Tito grinned and grabbed his swollen crotch, switching to his Spanglish. "Gracias for everything, chulo!! We'll be seein' you soon! Yanquitos like you need plenty of deep-dickin'  an' fistin' from hot macho papis like us as often as they can get it!" We all laughed as the two of us left the warehouse to head back to Manhattan, with our new steel plugs - front and back - keeping us in a state of constant arousal with every step we took.

* * *

INTI 

Back at apartment - Berto and I were preparing a celebratory dinner for Chuy and Tito. The spread was a combination of Spanish, Greek and other dishes and the savory smells filled the large, modern kitchen.

"How did packaging go?"

The newly minted stable-stud lets out a deep breath. "Intense. This was our of my first group of slaves going out from The Rack. I was hard and leaking as I watched all of them getting encased in multiple layers of rubber and then crated. I needed to fuck six or seven slaves before I left."

I continued chopping vegetables. "If you want, we can get you fully rubberized as well - spend a day or so at the Greasetank getting plugged at both ends. Best feeling is getting a super stretchy rubber sheath up your chute and having a thick condom attached to your mask and down your throat as well. Plus getting a sheath inserted all the way down your piss-slit and wearing a chastity cage. And the knowledge that the rubber is physically adhered to your skin - it can't be removed until the glue is chemically deactivated - is the most terrifying and exhilarating part of the process."

Berto swallowed hard. "Jeez..."

"Chuy had that done to him by Dani a while back, and I wanted to see how it felt too - it was intense, scary as hell, and one of the best times I ever had. I spent three days as a complete rubberboy."

"I definitely want to do that too! When are Chuy and Tito coming home?"

I looked at the clock. "Probably in less than an hour. It's going to be fantastic having four sex-crazed putos negritos pelones (dark-skinned, bald male whores, ed.) under one roof now - and two of them being our owners - and cops!" Inti grins. "You're going to be amazed how aroused you're going to get with restraints forced on you and getting raped! It's even more exciting when they do it in their uniforms!"

As the conversation in the kitchen continued, Chuy and Tito quietly entered the apartment in an ebullient mood. Giggling, they shushed each other as they stripped off their shirts to show off their new ink and sauntered into the kitchen.

 

Berto and I  were amazed and happy to see our owners. "¡Guau! Vosotras dos se ven fantásticos. ¡Me encantan sus tatuajes!" ("Wow!! You two look fantastic. I love the ink!", ed) I stroked the new blackwork on Chuy's biceps and deltoids. "These are perfect, amor!"

"I thought so too! Zack gave me two more phase-change wands as well! I can switch to my lion and alpha-omega whenever we need to masquerade as our old selves! Tito got a feathered serpent on his arm!" Tito showed off his new addition.

Tito gave us a bright white smile. "Zack removed all the old dye and started from scratch. We got all of our hair permanently removed and we got the activation coats this time... we are now completely hairless, dark-skinned, dirt-trade putos forever!" 

"Except when we're black thugs!" 

Berto looked surprised at that statement and I pulled him into a hug. "Just wait until you get fucked and fisted by 'Ray-Ray Johnson' and 'Benjie Cantrell' !!" 

"We also got some steel toys from Zack..." The Latino cops shucked off their jeans and boots and then pulled off their thongs to show off their new penis- and butt-plugs. The two of us stared at our owners and their shiny metal equipment with hungry looks on our faces.

 
Tito laughed out loud. "You're drooling, Berto..."

"... and we definitely need to try these out on nuestros propriedades (our property, ed.) after dinner!"

Berto and I looked at each other and grinned. "Dessert!" we shouted together.

* * *

Well, I was aiming for a "Hallmark Movie" type of story here, and I did it... sort of. 

The idea of Charlie and Tony permanently becoming Latino cops was always the plan for me, but as I was writing the story, more and more questions popped up that could derail that storyline. 

Would the Commissioner finally stop turning a blind eye as more and more NYPD cops were allegedly "replaced" by foreigners? 

Would the replacement bring up questions that would be too difficult for Captain Morgan to circumvent? 

I really DID want this to happen, so it took me a while to figure out a reasonable "how" for the Darkening to occur on a regular basis. 

The solution came to me when I recalled the third book of the "Colossus" trilogy ("Colossus and The Crab", published in 1977) about a computer that takes over the world. In the third book, Martians (yes, Martians!) decide to immobilize the computer and take half of earth's oxygen supply, killing about one-quarter of all life. Thanks to some decent and no-so-decent human beings, their plot is thwarted... somewhat. Once the computer is brought back on line, it actually agrees with the Martians. However, the big difference here was the timescale of the solution - while the aliens wanted it right away, Colossus figured out collecting it over several hundreds of years would be just as viable for all involved. Hence, the solution here - TIME. Darkenings would take place over a much longer timeframe to give everyone - people and the police brass - the time to adjust... and forget.

I wanted a more playful tone to the story, but at times, the sexual urges of all involved just had to come to the surface... and who am I to dispute something my characters are telling me should happen? I did decide to provide enough sexual cliffhangers for you, the reader, to fill in the blanks and use your imagination! 

I'm not quite sure how much more mileage that the "Many Worlds #1" branch here has in it, but I think there may be one or two more stories to tell. I've done a little foreshadowing here, so you detectives can make some educated guesses where one of the stories will lead.

And as the first story of 2026, I wish all of you a Happy, Healthy New Year!! - hoping that you all will find some sexy, bald Latino cops to stop you on a deserted stretch of road and insist on a body cavity search!

 

Many Worlds #1 - The Meat Market

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)

Editor's note - this installment takes place a few weeks after the events of Chuy and Tito's initial Darkening into rough-trade, dark-skinned Latinos.

INTI 

"What's wrong, querido? You've got that look on your face when something's nagging at you."

Chuy - my husband and owner - can read anyone very quickly. That's one of the things that makes him such an excellent police officer, and when Converted, an equally formidable black thug.

"When we went to the GreaseTank after you and Tito got Darkened, Evgeny was telling me about some problems he was having with Beckett."

"That's one of the slaves you trained from the Grindhouse Gym, right? The one that cried?"

I nodded. "He said that he was having problems being away from me. Not being a slave - just being alone. Evgeny said he's determined to please his owner, but he's not eager to do it. I offered to talk to him, but he and Dani figured that would only make things more difficult."

"What's on your mind?"

This is what was running around in my head bothering me so much. "I was wondering if we could purchase Beck instead of him getting auctioned off somewhere."  I continued quickly. "Or maybe buy him and give him to Tito - I know he'd treat him well, and since Tito is a sweetheart and here a lot, he'd still be in a familiar environment. Since I'm just property now myself, I think I should get your permission for something like this."

My owner looked thoughtful. "I don't have any problem with that. I don't think Tito would either. You really feel responsible for him, don't you?"

I nodded. "Beck always felt like the little brother I never had, amor."

My husband's face broke into a bright grin. "That you get off fucking and fisting as well..." He tsked. "¡Que degenerado! (You incestuous bastard, you!, ed.) Why don't you talk it over with Dani? I'm sure you and he can come to some agreement. After all, you're his best trainer and recruiter!" 

I hugged my owner and gave him a deep kiss. "Thanks, amor! I'll see Dani later this morning!" 

* * *

Beckett - along with a group of other young men - belonged to a cadre of young bodybuilders that I had physically trained to become part of Dani and Evgeny's slave operations. Once they reached a certain level of physical development, they were brought to the Greasetank for further training and indoctrination. The slaves-to-be had all their hair physically and permanently removed and had barcode tattoos placed on their chests and across their backs. In a short period of time, they abandoned their former lives and were housed in facilities befitting property and belonging to Evgeny (plus close to the sex club). 

At a point in time when the stable-studs made their determination, the new recruits would be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Their clothing was confiscated and they were given their latex equipage of hoods, thongs, straps and collars. In addition, the new slaves had chastity cages locked on their cocks and balls; along with further physical conditioning, the volume and frequency of sexual activities at the club inured them to being merely objects to be used and holes to be filled - the need to actually use their own equipment for sexual pleasure was soon just a memory.

Beck had been given additional punitive treatments because of his attitude towards me; he also had an downwards arrow tattooed at the small of his back to indicate his need for constant and continued penetration. 

After breakfast, I got dressed in jeans and a green Underarmour compression shirt then headed uptown to the Greasetank. About an hour later, I arrived at the complex and let myself in. I headed down the corridor to Dani's office and knocked on the doorframe.

The dreadlocked black man gave me a bright, white smile. "Inti! Good to see you. Wat's happenin'?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Beckett. Last time I was here, Evgeny told me he wasn't working out exactly as expected."

The club's co-owner made a face. "He's doin' okay - mo' o' less - he jus' got mov'd into the holdin' pen las' week an' he gotz his permanent mask an' collar on too. We iz havin' da auction dis afternoon an' soon he'll prob'bly be headin' out to South America o' Europe."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm interested in buying Beck myself."

Dani gave me a look. "You iz alwayz tellin' me you iz jus' a piece o' meat now, Inti... meat cain't be buyin' anythin' on d'eir own. Wat duz yo' owner say about dis?"

"We talked it over this morning and he agreed. What about this? I'll pay $1000 more than the final bid AND I'll forego my commission on him. Does that work for you?" 

"Soundz fair." The black man grinned. "An' wat about you managin' another location fo' us?"

I grinned back. "Agreed. But I want Beck trained as a stable stud with the option of his taking over the training at the new facility at some point in time when I feel he's ready."

Dani shook his head. "You drivez a hard bargain, Inti... Okay - Beck iz yo's... why don' you get into gear and visit the meat befo' da auction?"

* * *

I headed down into the locker room and got out of my clothes and into my stable-stud gear - straps, collar, thong and mask - and then headed down to the slave pen to check out today's selections.

All of the slaves - about thirty - wore featureless and eyeless black latex masks with open mouths over their heads, with thick collars locked around their necks. Similar latex bands were fastened onto their wrists and ankles and each slave was wearing a small latex thong brief that highlighted their muscular asses and substantial packages; I could also see the impression of the thick steel rings of the large screw-dildos that filled their guts . Each slave also had a tag with a number clipped to the side of the thong, and all were in the process of getting lightly oiled to display their physiques to perfection under the auction stage's bright lights.

"Damn ... what a pack of hot slave meat! I can't believe how good my chulitos look now!" 

(All the slaves dialog - except Beckett's - will be in the same color, ed.) 

"INTI!" Several of the slaves - Beckett included - shouted out loud and rushed over to me.

"How's everyone doin'? All ready for today?"

A taller slave - Jeremy - gave me a strong hug and a deep kiss. "Jeez, Inti, we can't thank you enough for showing us what we really were! Property! We can't wait to get sold to our owners! Although... some of us got sold already and had some additional work done before they got delivered!"

Another slave spoke up and his mouth quirked into a happy grin. "About fifteen of us got sold earlier to Mideast buyers. They insisted we were definitely to be 'property' and not 'men' any longer - so some of us got our nuts and ballsacs removed and others just got their balls removed and replaced with silicone nullicles! We couldn't get delivered until we healed up. Look at this!" 

He pulled down his thong to show his equipment. He was still locked in chastity and below the cage enclosing his shaft, a substantial set of balls within a hairless sac completed the picture. 

"Looks and feels completely real! These are even bigger than my real ones were!"

Another slave grinned. "But you didn't get a piercing like we did!" He shucked down his thong to reveal a gigantic steel Prince Albert ring through the head of his cock. It was unnerving to see that without any scrotum beneath it.

"After today's auction, we're all getting shipped out to our new masters!"

After numerous hugs and kisses from the other slaves, I turned to Beckett. He had held back a bit and I pulled him into my arms and he literally melted into my embrace.

"You doin' okay, Beck? Dani an' Baz tol' me you needed a little more attention than the others."

"Christ, I missed you Inti. I missed you so much. I know I'm nothing but a piece of slave meat, and I'll do everything to make my master happy, but you're still the one I always think of and how it felt the first time you fucked me." He gave me a sad smile. "Baz was really brutal with my training. He said he had to fuck and fist you out of my head." I'm making the right choice.

I gave him a soft kiss and turned to the other slaves. "Well, I'll be in the audience today, and I know you're all gonna make me proud!" 

* * *

The auction was nothing like I expected. I don't know why, but I was expecting it to be more like a souk with lots of noise and commotion; this was far more like a reserved and exclusive showing at Christies. The slaves were brought up on stage and one by one, they were introduced by Dani by their tag number and their vital stats announced to the audience as they came forward and posed - including pulling down their thongs to reveal their cages.

The audience was composed mostly of well-to-do men in very pricey business suits. During the introductions, Dani had emphatically stated that these slaves were being sold "as fully equipped breeding stock" and if any buyers were interested in nullified slaves, they would need to attend a different auction to be held later in the month; two or three Arabs quietly left the gathering. 

Tendering offers was intense. Several bidding wars ensued for certain slaves between a Mexican cartel boss and a Russian oligarch and none of the property on display went for less than $32,000 apiece. When it was Beck's turn, the slave made an excellent showing, also performing a backflip, a roll and a kip-up - much to the appreciation of the audience and a slightly sour expression from Dani. The final price for him was $40,000 and he was sold to a young, well-muscled and thoughtful-looking Omani named Suleiman Al-Busaidi. He was a repeat buyer and always treated his property with the utmost care and consideration. Well, if he was going to get sold, he would've had a good life. There were a few more slaves after Beckett, and with the final slave, the auction was over.

 * * *

The slaves and I returned to the pen, where a posting on the wall indicated which slave (by tag number) was sold to whom and where they were destined to be kept. Several of the slaves were sold to Suleiman. While many of the latex-clad property were chattering and happy regarding their outcomes, Beck had looked at the listing with his mouth set in a determined line.

In a few moments, Baz arrived. "Okay, boys ... Time to get you packed for shipping - c'mon!" The newly-sold and fully-healed slaves followed the prime stable-stud into a large, open space. Lasse was present as well, plus several other slaves owned by Dani. "Sam, you're first - you're heading to Oman, along with Darren and Beckett. Mr. Al-Busaidi is a fantastic customer, very liberal-minded as far as middle-eastern men go and always takes great care of his property." 

The Arab's property was pulled into a well-lubed thin rubber fullsuit and an inflatable gag with a thick corrugated breathing hose was inserted into his mouth before an additional eyeless latex mask was pulled over his head on top of his existing latex coverage. The additional mask was tucked into the suit’s high neck and the two pieces were sealed together with vulcanizing cement. (Vulcanizing cement is a specialized rubber-based adhesive containing accelerators, used to chemically bond rubber, creating a permanent, durable, air-tight seal, unlike basic rubber cement that just sticks. It forms a strong bond that resists breakdown from contaminants. ed.) This was followed by a thicker mask that was zipped and locked onto Sam's head.

The slave’s body was then forced into an extra-thick rubbersuit with feet, mitts and built-in hood that got zipped up and locked as well. Thick, heavy-duty rubber straps mummified Sam with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs bound together. Finally, the Arab's package was stuffed into a thick rubber bag with another built-in hood. The bag had heavy-duty diver’s zips that were padlocked to a small metal flap at the top of the head. Lastly, the multiple straps on the rubber bag were buckled up tight and secured with padlocks as well.  The only evidence that something was alive beneath the multiple layers of rubber was the faint movement of the breathing bag connected to the end of the corrugated tubing. The rubberized package was then lowered into a large, fitted wooden crate equipped with a 5-gallon plastic bottle filled with water and a medical drip hose set for a slow release. The hose was fitted to a connector on the breathing tube and the crate was nailed shut. Everyone - including myself and even the nullified slaves - were sporting massive erections at the process just completed.

Baz herded the group, away for rubberization and packaging. Beck started to follow but I stopped him.

"You're not getting shipped out, chulito. You're gettin' picked up."

"Huh?"

I nodded and grinned. "There was a condition on your sale. Another bidder had the right of last refusal. Your new owners are a Greek multi-millionaire and his police officer husband..." I paused. "Who both used to be white guys, but now - for all intents and purposes - are dark-skinned, jacked-up, bald Latinos... and the multi-millionaire also happens to be a rough-trade fuckboy and stable-stud..." 

It took a moment for the young slave to comprehend that revelation and shock and joy spread over his face. "You mean, you ..." 

"Exactamente! Let's get dressed and you're coming home with me." 

* * *

"So let me get this straight ... you didn't always look like this?" Beckett and I had changed into regular clothes and left the sex club and were walking towards the subway.

I shook my head and grinned. "I used to look like a fitness model. But like you, Dani and Baz opened my eyes to what I really had to be. First, I became a slave and a fuckboy, offering my holes to any well-built guy that needed servicing, then into a jacked up stable-stud, and then I figured out I not only needed to be just a dieseled piece of property, but I had to be a dirt-trade, dark-skinned, bald, Latino  as well - with a questionable immigration status. We're going to do the same for you."

"What about your owner? Or your husband? Which is which?"

"Chuy is both. He got so turned on with my transformation, he decided to do it too, as well as his partner, Tito. Both of them looked like Greek gods to begin with, but they now have an even more carnal appearance looking like rough-trade, low-class Hispanic fuckboys in uniform and out."

"Jeez..." he was quiet for a moment. "What's going to happen with me?"

"Well, we're going to put you through the same process we did. You're going to get some slight modifications to your features and head shape, different fingerprints, altered bite surfaces on your teeth and you're going to get a dark Latino skintone like me. Us. We'll cover up all your ink and probably give you artificial hair for the time being. That'll be up to the guy that does the conversions - his name is Zack and he's an amazing artist when it comes to stuff like this. You'll get a new identity as well."

We were approaching the subway. "Okay, chulito ... no more talking about this until we get home..."

* * *

We arrived at our apartment building and took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor. My owner and his partner were getting off duty in a few hours, so I had some time to prepare Beck for his first meeting.

"Couple of things, Beck - as I said, you're going to meet Chuy Calderon - my owner and his partner, Tito Mendoza. Both of them are part of an "Exchange Program" that "swaps" NYPD cops with Guatemalan and Mexican police officers. Chuy and Tito have some very strong hypnotic conditioning that prevents them from revealing who they used to be to anyone that isn't strictly family or are part of the same police precinct. Treat them just like they appear to be - two hot Latino cops with redlined sex drives. Chuy is really looking forward to seeing you. And you'll love Tito as well."

"You're also going back to the Greasetank..." A panicked look covered his face. "... for some intense stable-stud training. Part of my agreement for your purchase was to manage another location besides the Grindhouse to bring in more slaves for Dani and Evgeny's operations. You're going to be my assistant at the new location and when the time is right, you'll take over for me there." 

"Whew... you scared me for a moment. Really? You think I can run a gym operation like you?"

"Absolutely. You already have the right attitude. You know about the Transanabol and Erotropin, right?" 

He nodded. "That was the stuff we were given to help us get definition. And it worked even better once we started getting cum up our asses and down our throats. That other drug made us horny as hell and willing to do anything that involved sex. We got both transdermally at the Greasetank."

"The stuff you got as slaves was a conjugated version - not the grade the stable-studs and the guys at Chuy's precinct take. You're going on the pure and enhanced drug - plus a bulking diet. With Baz's training, you'll be another huge Latino fuck machine like the rest of us in no time! Of course, we'll remove the artificial hair at that point, add QR tats and some other ink as well. Chuy and Tito will be home soon - they're on first watch this week - let's go in the kitchen and start getting dinner ready."

* * *

BECKETT

Some time passed with Inti in the large and well-appointed kitchen when I heard the door to the apartment open and some low voices in the hallway. In a moment, two massively-muscled, handsome-as-fuck, bald Latino cops entered the kitchen, their physiques straining their uniforms to the ripping point. I got huge white smiles from both. One of the cops pulled Inti into an embrace and gave him a deep kiss, which my owner(?) gleefully reciprocated.

"Amor, this is Beck - he's the slave from the Greasetank that we purchased today. Beck, this amazing muscular slab of Latino law enforcement is my owner, Chuy Calderon, and that equally spectacular rough-trade Mexican is his partner, Tito Mendoza."

Chuy came over and gently pulled me into his arms, giving me a gave me a soft, but firm kiss. He pulled back and stroked my face. "So you're the recruit that Inti's been tellin' us about... you're one handsome white boy." Inti's owner (and husband) had a noticeable Spanish accent to his English. He looked over to his partner. "¿Qué piensas, Tito? What do you think?"

The other policeman nodded. "Real well-put together, too. Chuy told me about your purchase, an' we couldn't wait to meet you. You're everything that Inti said you were." He came over to me and stroked down my arms and traced the plateaus and ridges of my abs and pecs before looking me straight in the eyes, cupping my face in his large hands and giving me another soft kiss. He pulled me closer to him and massaged my ass through the jeans I was wearing, while slowly kissing my neck. "I'm lookin' forward to seein' that culo an' givin' you a nice slow an' deep ride..." Tito also spoke in strongly accented English, but with a slightly different accent than Chuy.

Inti's owner laughed. "Aww... an' he blushes too!" 

"Well not for long." At their puzzled glances, Inti continued. "Part of the agreement was to get him to Zack as soon as possible and do a permanent Conversion on him, with artificial memories, and conditioning. Beck is going to go through stable-stud training and is going to help me run another gym location for Dani and Evgeny. We'll go over to the warehouse tomorrow to start the process. He's going to become a Nicaraguan illegal."

Tito smiled at me. "You're gonna be even better lookin' than you are now, guapo... you're gonna be amazed at the new you." The police officer continued to stroke my head and neck and I snuggled into his embrace with happiness. It felt so good to be held against his muscular body.

"Why don't you two get cleaned up and changed? Dinner will be ready soon..." Inti gave me a wink and wicked grin. "... followed by some delicious dessert."

* * *

Chuy, Tito and Inti took turns "breaking in" their new piece of property. Each one of them sported massive, veiny, ten-inch cocks that were encircled by three thick steel cockrings and while they were quite energetic in raping my ass, each was also gentle with their initial penetrations. Tito was the most ferocious, but his whipsaw rhythm was tempered by his constant kissing and stroking as he thrust his shaft nuts-deep into and out of me over and over (and over) again, releasing gallons of cum into my guts. After multiple iterations, the three Latinos finished and Tito carried me into the guest bathroom to gently wash me down. 

He took out a large black latex screw dildo and proceeded to slather the monster with a thick coat of Hyperlube. Once that was done, patted my ass.

"Agáchate para mí ... Bend over, Beck."

I grabbed my ankles and the Mexican cop proceeded to twist the plug into my ass. I grunted as it went deeper and deeper until finally, the base was sucked into my guts leaving only the thick steel ring pressed against my pucker. He gave it a firm tug to make sure it was correctly in place and patted my ass again for me to straighten up. With that, he proceeded to once again carry me into a small guest bedroom and laid me on the soft twin bed.

Again, he cupped my face in his hands and softly kissed me. "You were fantástico, Beck. It's muy genial to have you here with Inti and Chuy an' me. Don't worry about tomorrow. Zack will explain everything an' soon you're gonna be a hot-as-fuck Latino like us! Have a good night!" He pulled the door shut behind him and soon, I drifted off to sleep.

* * * 

After breakfast the next morning, Inti and I left the apartment to head over to see Zack, the guy that would be converting me into a Hispanic. It was a long subway ride to Brooklyn, and then another long walk to reach his place, which was a big brick warehouse off a pier. Zack was a really handsome guy with full tattoo sleeves running down both muscular arms, plus detailed ink on both pecs and beneath his six-pack abs. He had black hair styled in a short fade cut, designer black stubble on his face and round black glasses. He had a sharp features and a cruel face, but that changed completely when he smiled - which he did a lot.

Zack sat me down in a chair and gently touched my face and head, nodding to himself as he performed his examination.

When he finished, he gave both of us a warm smile. "I'll take all the molds today, and then give me about a week or so to design the 'new and improved' Latino version of this stud. Once he gets Darkened, is he going to stay that way, or do you and Chuy have other plans?"

Inti responded. "We're going to put Beck on an accelerated stable-stud training program like I was, so you can give him a heavy dose of the industrial strength Transanabol and Erotropin before we leave today All of his ink should eventually be covered up, but we'll want the arrow above his ass added back in. Once he reaches his new proportions, we can remove any artificial hair you've added and add some more ink."

"So no activation coat yet?"

"Can we do it with the skintone, and then another coat after the ink?"

"Not sure about that, but let me test it out."

"Okay. Based on what you find out, we'll do that when he's all ready. You can add the QR codes then and I was thinking we can add a number of ink bands on one arm to indicate his fisting capacity."

The dark-haired artist grinned. "Nice... why don't you get a nice pump in the gym while I take care of Beck's molds?"

"Sounds good." Inti gave me a kiss and waved as he left the room.Which left me alone with Zack. 

"I'm sure this is a lot to take in all at once, Beck. I'm sure you have questions. Ask away."

"Well, you said you're taking molds today... what's that for?"

"I take casts of your head, face, hands, feet and teeth so I can redesign your features. Your head is going to become a little shorter, wider and rounder, your brow is going to get a little thicker, and your nose and lips will become a little fuller. I also use the molds of your hands to change your fingerprints, and I take dental molds to change the bite surfaces of your teeth. Everything that made you YOU will be removed."

I gulped and Zack continued. "We also create a whole set of artificial memories for your new identity and insert them into your head. Do you speak Spanish?"

"Just a little. I had two years in high school."

"We'll also add full language capability so you'll be indistinguishable from a native Nicaraguan. Unfortunately, that is going to give you the worst hangover you've ever had. In order to protect the integrity of this process, you'll also get some strong conditioning to be unable to talk about what was done to you to anyone except your new family and me."

"Wow..." My head was spinning with all the information Zack told me. 

"Does changing my features involve plastic surgery?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. I have something that makes your features and bone structure flexible for a short period of time. I basically remold everything about you. No knives, no blood, no sutures - you'll just feel some pressure as the changes are made and get set."

"What's an 'activation coat'?"

"When I apply a special dye to change your skin color and eye color, it can only be removed with an equally special solvent. Once the 'activation coat' is applied to the dye, it locks it in place and it can never be removed. We could put other stuff on top of it, but when that gets removed, anything below the activation coat is what remains."

He patted my knee. "C'mon - let's get your molds taken!"

* * *

TWO WEEKS LATER

The time passed quickly until my next appointment with Zack. During our first meeting, I had received my additional shots of industrial-strength Transanabol and Erotropin, and he had also covered up the bar code tats on my chest and shoulders, as well as the arrow pointing to my pucker. Chuy, Inti and Tito had pounded me senseless that night and filled me with gallons of their thick Latino seed, and the day after, I was actually amazed to see the enhanced changes in my physique already. During this period as well, Inti had brought me to some of his various clients, and I was also drilled savagely and repeatedly by numerous firemen and biker gang members.

After the long subway ride and walk, we arrived at the Brooklyn location and were greeted by the dark-haired artist.

"Hey Beck, welcome back! All ready to become the new you?"

"I can't wait!"

He turned to Inti. "I should be done..." He looked at the clock on the wall. "... by one o'clock. Do you want to hang around or come back then?"

The hypermuscled Guatemalan grinned. "Zack, I will leave Beck in your more-than-capable hands." Inti held my face in his hands and gave me a soft kiss. "I will see you - well, not exactly YOU in a little while." He waved to both of us as he left.

Zack turned to me. "First off, your new name is going to be 'Alberto Sacasa' - 'Berto' for short. You're going to be a not-so-legal Nicaraguan. You'll have all the detailed memories of someone who actually grew up in that country, and you'll have a noticeable accent like Chuy and Tito."

"What about my memories?"

"You'll retain those as well, but they will feel a bit disjointed - like they belong to someone else. Because they do. 'Beckett Fontaine' will cease to exist after this Darkening. You will be 'Berto Sacasa' now and forever."

He patted a chair. "Now, have a seat. I'm going to put in some drops that will change your eye color to a deep brown-black. Tilt your head back."

I complied and Zack instilled a drop in each eye.

"Yeow! That burns!" I raised my hand to touch my eyes, but the dark-haired artist grabbed my wrist. I felt tears pour down my face as I screwed my eyes shut against the discomfort.

"Don't touch your eyes, Berto. The stuff burns because it's changing the pigment in your irises. We need five more sets of drops before we're done. The first set is the worst." He put a tissue in my hand. "Pat your eyes dry now."

I followed his directions and in a moment, I opened my eyes to blearily look at him. 

"You get a set of drops every fifteen minutes. Last set will fix the color in place permanently."

* * *

Zack was right; each set of drops stung less and less and by the time we were done, I was sporting a pair of intense brown-black eyes.

"Those are going to look fantastic with your new appearance! Let's cover up the rest of your ink. Put your arm up and out for me?"

I raised my arm and Zack took an unmarked aerosol from the table and shook it. In a short time, my entire arm was a bright candy-cane pink and I coughed at the acrid smell of the dye. As the cover dried, the color faded and soon, my regular skintone returned, minus my extensive blackwork ink sleeve. 

The black-haired artist left the room and came back with a syringe and a rubber strap.

"This stuff is going to put you into a very suggestive sort of trance state. We need this for the artificial memories to implant successfully. You're probably not going to remember much of anything that happens from now on and if you do, it will be very hazy and fragmented." 

He wrapped the rubber strap around my bicep. "Make a fist for me?"

I did and soon a vein popped up on the inside of my elbow. Zack wiped the area clean and the last thing I remembered was the strong smell of the isopropyl alcohol pad as the needle entered my arm.

* * * 

"Ooohhh, shit...." I slowly woke up in Zack's kitchen. I was sitting at the table and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I feel like Brazil and Germany have been playing soccer with my head..." I rubbed my temples and was shocked to feel my head covered in thick and silky wavy hair. My eyes popped open in shock.

"Sorry about that - whenever we insert language engrams, the  process packs a wallop." Zack was at the espresso machine and brought over an Americano latte in a large mug. "Drink this - caffeine helps clear your head. Have some danish, too."

"Thanks." I reached for the cup and stopped dead as a looked at my hand and arm. It was a dark caramel color - just like Inti - and I was naked except for an emerald-green thong. My package - which had been getting bigger as well over the past two weeks - felt thicker and more substantial. I pulled open the thong to see my junk was encircled by a thick steel cockring.

"Wow..." My cock and balls looked even bigger with the darker skintone too. 

Zack grinned. "Yep! You're well on your way to becoming the stable stud of your dreams! Your fingerprints and teeth are completely different now, and I destroyed all your original molds, so there's no way you could be 'Beckett Fontaine' ever again. I'm going to give you the control words now that are going to unlock your new memories. Just relax, Berto. Look at me."

"Chase. Amazon. Butterscotch."

"¡A la puta!" (Well, fuck me!, ed) My head spun as a flood of memories washed over me. My life growing up in San Juan de Oriente, my extended family. Being thrown out of my home for being a puto. My abduction by drug traffickers and my forcible smuggling into the United States. Being sold to a sex club. 

"What jus' happened to me?" I realized I was now speaking English with a noticeable Spanish accent, which brought another look of shock to my face. I started to hyperventilate.

Zack stroked my arm. "Calm down, Berto. Calm down. Everything worked out fine. What's your name?"

"Yo soy ... mi nombre es ...  I mean, my name is 'Alberto Sacasa' - I'm from Nicaragua. ¡Clase loco!" (This is crazy! ed.) My breathing started to slow down.

"Can you tell me who 'Beckett Fontaine' is?"

I wanted to say 'That used to be me.' but it wouldn't come out. "He was another slave I knew at the sex club." I shook my head in amazement. I let out a deep breath; I continued to sip the coffee and took a pastry from the table and bit into it.

"The conditioning you have prevents you from ever acknowledging your former self, and you'll always speak the way you do now. You also can't reveal anything about the Darkening process you went through except to me, Inti, Chuy and Tito." 

I grinned at him. "I wouldn't wanna do that anyway. This is like hittin' the lottery!" I looked down at my smooth, caramel skin and caressed my pecs and abs in pleasure. I noticed that my cock with swelling with every stroke of my fingers too.

"Want to see the new you?"'

"¡Claro que sí! Sure! Let's go!" I levered myself out of the chair and followed Zack out of the kitchen.  

 

* * *

"Damn!" I couldn't believe my reflection in the floor-length mirror. I was now a well-built, dark-skinned, handsome-as-fuck Latino with thick and wavy black hair styled in a fadecut. I had some sharply trimmed designer stubble on my face and I broke out in a bright, white smile as I admired my 'new and improved' self.

 "You like what you see?"

"It's amazing, Zack! I look fuckin' AMAZING!" I did a little rumba in the mirror and laughed.

"I was able to put one activation coat on you - so your skintone will always remain this color. Inti wanted me to add the arrow onto your lower back again, which I'll do before you leave. That'll stay on - along with the hair - until you finish your stable stud training - and then we'll decide what ink you'll be wearing permanently with a final activation coat."

I continued to stare at myself in the mirror and grin like an idiot. Zack trailed a hand gently down my back. He gave me a small smile. "Berto, would you mind if I sampled the goods before Inti comes back?"

I turned around and pulled him into my arms. "Not at all, guapo. Lead the way." 

* * *

Inti was as pleased and surprised as I had been when he got back to Zack's place and I received my first brutal horsefucking as a Latino from my tall and horny Guatemalan master. 

We traveled back to the city and when we go to the apartment, Chuy and Tito were already home. 

"Damn! You look like one fuckin' hot bottom boi, Berto!" Chuy rubbed his hands together. "We're gonna have a great time tonight!"

I grinned back at the two policeman. "And I can't wait to get your thick police pijas up my ass and down my throat!" 

Everyone laughed and Tito took me by the hand and brought me into the kitchen. The massive Mexican cop pulled me into a deep embrace and kissed me softly on the lips. "This is gonna be a special occasion tonight, Berto - your firs' night as a Latino! You tell me what you want me to do, an' I'll make sure I make it good for you, okay?" His lips traveled down and continued to kiss my neck.

"Sure, Tito!" I gave him a deep kiss in return. "I want to suck you off and then could you fist me?" I stroked the massive muscular arm in the police uniform. "I can't wait to get your whole arm into my guts!"

He stroked my face. "No problemo, guapo. I'm happy when you're happy."

* * *
I had a noticeable limp after last night's activities, but Inti and I made our way to the Greasetank early the next morning. I was wearing a tight graphic tee and a pair of tighter white jeans. Inti was in a pair of micro denim shorts, a red Cola-Cola logo tee and scuffed Timberland boots. 

We walked into Dani's office and the huge black man was happily shocked at my transformation. I had found out from Inti that Dani used to be a white cop as well before he was permanently changed into the herculean black man he was now.

"Dis iz him? Dayummm...."

"Impressive, isn't he?" 

"You cain say dat!" He pressed the intercom button. "Git Baz here. Now."

In a few moments, Dani's prime stable-stud sauntered in. He was dressed as all the slaves in the Greasetank - featureless and eyeless black latex mask, straps around his wrists and ankles and a thick rubber collar. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the QR codes gleamed on his massive deltoids. The only difference was that stable studs had all their strapping unlocked.

"You wanted me, Sir?"

The club owner nodded. "Yeah. Dis here iz Inti's friend Berto. He's been a top-grade fuckboy fo' a while - here an' in Nicaragua. Right?"

I answered, "Sí, Jefe. Gracias for givin' me this chance workin' for you an' Inti."

Dani turned to his stable stud and continued. "He gotz recruited t'help out Inti manage 'The Rack' gym up in da Bronx. We gotta get 'im in stable-stud shape inna about twelve weekz. You thinkz you cain do it, Baz?"

Baz turned his eyeless gaze to me. "Take off your shirt, mate."

I looked between them. "Is Baz your mano derecha, Jefe?" 

At Dani's puzzled expression, Inti volunteered. "Right hand man."  

Dani nodded. "Yeah. Whatevva Baz tells you do, you treatz it like it came from me." 

"Sí, Jefe." I stripped and Baz ran his hands over me, checking my muscle tone and definition. He nodded.

"I can do it, Sir. No problem." He grinned through his mask at me. "But it won't be a walk in the park, Berto. You are going to need to be here at least three days a week doing twelve-hour workouts and servicing me and anyone else that needs it. Plus eating like a pig!"

"I unnersand, subjefe... I need to put in a lotta work to be almost as good as Inti..."

Baz grinned. "And he's modest to boot! C'mon Berto, let's get you changed and prepped."

Inti spoke up. "He's already gotten his shots, Baz. And he's got all his latex ready to go in his backpack. Just needs the locks."

The stable stud gave my master a thumbs-up and we left the room.

 * * *

The training was even more brutal than the punishments I received as a slave. The difference here was that I was being molded into a stable-stud and not just an ordinary piece of meat.

 I'd also be Dani's employee instead of his property - which was a major psychological win for me as well. 

Every other day, I spent at least 12 hours working out on machines and free weights and when I wasn't doing that, I was either gorging myself with protein or getting fucked and fisted constantly or having gigantic cocks thrust down my throat (and if my hole wasn't in service, it was filled with either a massive screw dildo - when I was home - or a gigantic metal plug - at the Greasetank or anywhere else). 

I spent much of my time away from the Greasetank at the new gym in the Bronx - it was important for people to see me and get used to my presence there - I was always as helpful and encouraging as I could be to all the young guys working out and improving their physiques - little did they know that they were getting ever-increasing doses of the Transanabol and Erotropin - getting them ready to become new slaves in the Greasetank's operation.

Over the course of the next two weeks, I saw substantial gains in my physique. After six weeks had passed, I had put on even more muscle, had grown about four inches in height and I was permitted to horsefuck a few slaves as a reward for all my hard work. It was truly wonderful to be able to use my cock again after all those months in chastity. 

At the eight-week mark, I also noticed that my equipment had noticeably enlarged - becoming both thicker and longer - and my balls had grown larger and heavier as well. After successfully unloading gallons of cum into ten slaves - and  having them limp away - Baz tossed me another steel cockring, bringing the count to two thick pieces of metal enclosing my junk. "Evidence of your progress, Berto... keep up the great work!" 

Tito, Chuy and Inti celebrated my "progress" that night, and Tito permitted me to fuck him as well. I know he liked it rough and hard, so I made sure to give him the maximum amount of pleasure and filled his guts with thick loads of jism. We fell asleep with the Mexican cop spooned into me, my arms around him and my cock buried in his ass.

TEN WEEKS LATER 

After ten weeks, I had made mind-blowing improvements in both musculature and definition. I had also grown about six inches in total and added about thirty pounds of muscle - I was as tall and massive as all the other Latinos. At this point, Inti decided it was time for my hair removal and new permanent ink after Dani and Baz had set my "graduation date" - a big live event at Greasetank - in two weeks. Inti and I traveled back to Zack's place for my final changes to truly become the stable-stud I was trained to be over the long weeks with Baz at the Greasetank.

Zack looked pleasantly surprised at my transformation. "Damn Berto, you are huge now! I can't believe how well the Transanabol worked on you! You're nearly as big as Inti!"

I grinned. "Well, that and the heavy workouts and the constant sex with Baz and everyone else. My graduation is in two-weeks, but there's still no letup in my routine. I should be as big as Tito by then, too!"

He nodded and smiled. "Today is going to relatively easy - and relatively quick. All we need to do is remove your hair and your temporary ink, then add your permanent ink and the spray on the final activation coat. You should be out of here in a couple of hours. Ready to start?"

"Hell yeah! ¡Vamos!"

* * *

After I had stripped naked, Zack sat me down in a barber chair and slathered some pinkish goop all over my head, face and neck, taking special care to fully rub the material into my scalp. "This is going to let me peel the artificial hair off of you. We've got to let it set first. Stand up and I'll get rid of the arrow."

The black-haired artist soaked a large gauze pad with some strong-smelling fluid and proceeded to vigorously rub it on my lower back. In a few minutes, he was done and showed me the black residue left on the pad. He then motioned me to resume my seat and gave me two thick metal bars with elastic bands fastened on each end and with wires trailing to a tabletop unit with dials and switches.

"Hold the bars in your hands and wrap the elastic over your knuckles. You're going to get a brief electric shock. This is going to release the nano-anchoring fins on your artificial hair and combined with the thickened gel will let me remove it easily. Ready?"

I nodded and Zack twisted a dial on the device to "30" and flipped a switch.

"OUCH!" I felt a quick sharp pain all over my face, head and neck. The artist then proceeded to grab the edge of the gel on my face and slowly peel it away. It felt strange, but not painful, and once he finished, my face felt immediately cooler and cleaner. The process was repeated on my scalp and in a few moments, I was completely hairless once more. "I've got to rethicken your brows. They look too thin with the way you're jacked up now. I had to do the same with Inti. Be right back."

Zack returned with a pair of black eyebrows embedded in pink gel and proceeded to rub the area around my own eyebrows with an oily blue fluid. He then carefully placed the additional hair onto my face, pulling each tightly across my own brows and smoothing them in place.

"One more jolt, Berto. This will fix the hair in place, the same way the first jolt loosened everything up."

I hissed as the electricity coursed through me again and Zack finished up by sponging my brows with some almost-hot water to remove the gel base. He nodded happily as he held my face in his hands and turned it from side to side. "Perfect! Let's get you inked!"

* * *

The three of us walked down a corridor and we entered a large room with a large steel archway with a number of delicate attachments and a computer on a podium with a thick cable connecting to the archway itself.

"This is a computer-controlled tattoo station. You're going to stand under the archway and the robotic arms will apply the tats on your arms, delts and back. I've already programmed in your QR codes, blackout bands and the back arrow - are you sure you want to keep that one, Berto?"

I looked over to Inti. "Your choice, Berto." I thought about it and nodded. "Sí. I'm used to that bein' there now, an' all the chicos at the gym are used to seein' it on me. It's better for them to see more ink than less. Raises less questions, too."

Zack positioned me under the archway and attached two velcro wristbands to each arm that were attached via steel cables to the assembly's framework. "These cables are going to tighten to keep enough tension on your arms so they won't move accidentally while the computer applies the tats. Stand with your feet apart and just close your eyes and relax." He walked over to the computer and starting typing on the keyboard.

In a moment, I felt the tension on the wristbands increase as the cable motors hummed until each of my arms were held gently - but firmly - in place. I closed my eyes and listened to the various mechanical appendages whir and click as they moved across my skin. I felt the dye being applied in feather-light strokes against my skin, followed by gentle bursts of warm air. A short time later, I felt my arms drop to their sides and the mechanical activity stop.

"¡Carajo! You look like a real jacked-up dirt-trade puto now, Berto!"

Inti was grinning from ear to ear as Zack removed the wristbands from me and the artist pointed me over to a large wall mirror. I sauntered over with a new and aggressive bounce to my step and again, I was shocked and awed at my final transformation. A bigger, rougher and more brutal-looking Latino grinned back at me and the bald head added even more to the absolute carnality of the reflection in the mirror. I flexed and stared at my new ink in wonder - extensive QR codes covered both my massive deltoids and one arm was adorned with four blackout bands in various widths - one above my wrist, two right below my elbow and the final and thickest band across the peak of my bicep.

The final step was the activation coat. Zack had me stand on a set of two-by-fours about two feet off the ground. He and Inti put on some Tyvek overalls, gloves and breathing masks. "Stand with your arms straight out, fingers spread and close your eyes." The artist took a commercial paint sprayer and misted several coats of the compound onto me. The smell was sharp and acrid, but it was over in a few moments; then a bunch of blowers started up that sent warm gusts of air all over my body. 

"Okay Berto, you're done! That ink is now a permanent part of you and will never wear off! Hop off the boards and have a seat. I have to put the coat on the bottom of your feet, between your toes and in your pucker!"

Zack took care of my rosebud first, followed by the areas between my toes and the soles of my feet. Once the coats on my feet were dry, Inti pulled me into a deep kiss and massaged my ass as our massive cocks rubbed together. 

He gave me a sly smile. "I think we need to make sure all that ink of yours is accurate..."

Inti tilted his head towards Zack and winked as he moved over to the artist and put him in a loose sleeper hold, kissing his ear. "¿Que piensas, Berto? This whiteboy needs a good, deep fisting. This'll be good practice for you..."

I slowly walked over to Zack as he chuckled and squirmed in Inti's grip; I gave his swollen package a gentle squeeze and flashed him a wicked smirk. "See how excited he is about that, Inti? I think we should make him nice an' relaxed before I put my arm in his guts..."

* * * 
I sucked Zack off until he was milked dry as Inti held him captive; then he was fisted by both of us multiple times. The dark-haired artist wept and pounded the bed as we forced our powerfully muscular arms into his guts and it was an incredible sight for me to see every one of my blackband tattoos vanish into his hole until the QR code on my shoulder was pressed against his asscheeks. 

After several switchbacks, we left the exhausted artist in his bed and moved to another bedroom to continue the orgy with just ourselves. After a long bout of tonsil-hockey, we switched to multiple brutal fistings and fuckings. Exhausted, we took a short nap, a quick cool shower and left the warehouse to go home.

* * *

The two of us arrived home near dark and Inti slowly put the key in the lock and slowly turned it, quietly opening the door; hearing voices and low music further in the apartment, he whispered directly in my ear. "They're home. Get undressed."

He grinned and motioned me to strip down to my thong. Inti held me steady as I removed my sneakers and clothing in the entrance hallway. As we crept towards the kitchen, I accidentally dropped one of my sneakers making a quiet "thunk" on the thick Aubusson runner. 

Chuy's hearing is keener than a German Shepherd's - he can make out a pin drop from fifty feet away. The voices stopped. "Inti, is that you, sweetheart?"

We both entered the kitchen. "Is Berto wi..." 

 

 
The looks on their faces were priceless.  

Both cops were dumbfounded by my transformation, but it was Tito that recovered first and rushed over  to pull me into a crushing embrace. 

The big Mexican cop took me by the hand and turned to Chuy and Inti - "Umm.. why don' you two go out for dinner? We're gonna be busy." Tito didn't wait for an answer - he pulled me into one of the guest bedrooms and stripped off his uniform - leaving only a red thong barely containing his junk - and shoved me onto the bed.  He then crawled onto the soft mattress and sat on top of me - immobilizing me by holding my wrists down - and proceeded to deeply kiss my lips and nuzzle my neck.

Tito continued his gentle torture and stroked my body as we writhed on the bed; our massive packages grinding together. "Do you know how much I love you, Berto? I've never felt this way 'bout anyone else. Includin' Chuy. An' that's sayin' a lot 'cause he an' Inti are the most important people in my life."

I grabbed his bald head and stroked it, pulling it down to kiss him deeply on the lips. "I love you too Tito. I finally realized I'm grateful to Inti and Chuy for rescuing me, but you're the one I think about all the time. Your smile. Your eyes..." I giggled. "Your dick..." I peeled down my thong and then did the same to his, stoking his massive steel-ringed cock and balls. "Fuck me hard, Tito. Fuck me harder than you ever did before. I want you inside of me an' I want you to fill my guts with your lefa!" A beautiful white smile spread across his face as he reached for the large jar of Hyperlube on the nightstand.
 

* * *

TITO

"Huge crowd tonight. Dani is really windin' up them up." I peeked through a small gap in the backstage curtain as the club owner was getting the audience excited about Berto's upcoming 'graduation'. 

Inti peeked through the curtain as well. "Dani charges a big premium for these events and usually will treat the tickets as a lottery, too. Winning ticket gets to fuck the brand new stable-stud."

I was naked - as was Chuy - with our painfully engorged shafts encircled by three hinged chrome steel cockrings each and a light coating of baby oil on our skins. We were already weeping drops of pre-cum onto the backstage linoleum.

"He's like a regular PT Barnum." Berto was in his latex slave gear; his face was covered by the featureless and eyeless latex mask with a thick, black latex collar locked around his neck and similar latex bands locked around his wrists and ankles. 

He twisted his neck and rolled his massive shoulders to loosen up and relax for his performance.

 The stable-stud's package was imprisoned and straining within an elaborate steel chastity cage which kept his balls separated and away from his shaft and a long plastic tube had been pushed down his pisshole and screwed into the fiendish instrument. He pressed his lips together which then quirked into an ironic grin as rubbed the polished steel device. "This thing hurt like hell going on, but the pain is becomin' a real turnon now. I've got a constant semidura con eso trasto." (partial hardon with this contraption, ed.)

Inti grinned. Chuy's property was similarly equipped as Berto, but unlike the graduating stable-stud, all of his strapping was unlocked - indicating his status as a fully-conditioned piece of prime slave meat. "I had the same sensations at my graduation too. I asked if I could keep mine after the ceremony. I wear mine often. It's a great feelin' to put that on when you're out trollin' for cock all night to get your holes stuffed an' drippin' with cum. Not a chance of forgettin' your place and usin' your dick, just the right amount of constant pain and makes a huge bulge under your clothes!"

The stage manager trotted over to us and motioned to Berto to open his mouth, spraying some minty-scented liquid down his throat. "This kills your gag reflex, handsome. Remember your training when Dani is face-fucking you. Relax and breathe when you can. If you feel dizzy, tap him twice on the leg. He'll pull out a bit and let you take a couple of deep breaths." He put his finger up to the wireless receiver in his ear as the noise from the audience suddenly intensified. "Have fun, fellas - play to the crowd and the cameras! Remember - 'hard, rough and brutal.' You're on in three... two... one... GO!!"

The four of us trotted onto the stage to begin the graduation event.

* * *
The ceremony lasted several hours starting with Dani pulling off his leather pouch to expose his gigantic black cock; he spent no time in positioning himself, grabbing Berto's head and beginning to brutally skull-fuck him for all he was worth. Inti, Chuy and I alternated fucking and fisting the slave until thick ropes of cum were constantly dripping out of both holes and producing substantial pools of grey goo beneath him. Our new slave came several times himself despite the steel cage around his equipment and added to the puddles of cum on the stage floor.

We withdrew from Berto's gaping holes while Dani fished a ticket stub out of fishbowl and called out a number. A muscular, bald guy in leather and spikes gave a whoop and quickly approached the stage.  

The winner lubed himself up, grabbed the new stable-stud's hips and thrust himself in. After a few minutes of some intense pounding, the guy threw his head back and roared as he unloaded another load of jism into Berto's spasming guts. He received a loud round of celebratory hoots and yells as he waved and left the stage.

Finally, a gigantic screw dildo was inserted into Berto's ass leaving only the hefty steel ring against his pucker and the chastity cage was removed and replaced with three chrome steel cockrings that pulled his purpled and and engorged equipment up and out. Lastly, the locks on his collar and strapping was removed to the cheering and applause of the crowd. Another stable-stud had been created and the five of us left the stage an the lights dimmed and faded to black.

* * * 
Dani congratulated the four of us on another wildly successful live event and we all shared a relaxing shower where we soaped and massaged each other under the cool and relaxing jets. The club owner promised to let us know what the amount of our "purse" was for the show once everything was tallied up; we headed into the locker rooms to get dressed and travel home.

We continued Berto's graduation celebration with a gigantic order from Happy Wok; it took two guys to bring all the stuff to the apartment, but they arrived fairly quickly. Once they left, we stripped down to our thongs and spread the food out on the dining room table with the city lights twinkling outside the large window.

"Compared to you guys, the ticket winner was un vaso de agua." (a piece of cake, ed.) Berto grinned happily at us. "But by that time, I was so used to huge cocks up my ass that his pijita didn't feel like anything!!" 

The three of us roared at that comment, and Chuy spat out a piece of chow fun that landed right on my nose. That caused another round of hysterics and we continued laughing until our sides hurt. After the giggling finally subsided, Chuy pulled out a large manilla envelope and handed it to me.

"What's this?"

Inti was grinning from ear-to-ear. "Open it up and find out!"

I opened the package and pulled out a thin sheaf of papers. I started to read it with a look of amazement, then joy on my face. Berto saw my expression and snuggled closer to me to read it as well. His eyes widened in awe and we pulled each other into a deep kiss.

"We saw how you two were falling in love, so Chuy and I figured that it was time that you had your own stable-stud as well - Berto is your property now, Tito. But that never stops either of you from being here as often as you want - it isn't the same without you!"

I was speechless. "I don't know what to say..."

Chuy grabbed a dumpling and popped it into his mouth. "Think of it as our graduation gift to both of you."

The four of us continued our meal and after the dishes were washed and put away, we all settled into the large master bed to snuggle and fall asleep; it had been a long, exhausting and fulfilling day -  all of us were too tired and full for anything else.

* * *

BERTO - A FEW DAYS LATER

"Hey Berto, you look fantastic! You shaved your head and got some more ink!" My first group of recruits at "The Rack" gathered around me to stroke the new ink and my bald head. The group also noticed the more substantial bulge in my green thong due to the three steel cockrings now enclosing my junk. Roberto - the biggest recruit right at the moment - tenatively reached out to stroke my junk as well. I gave him a wink and a bright smile.

I laughed and hugged them. "See how HOT being jacked-up and bald can be? Only difference between you an' me is some time an' hard work! You could start by shavin' your heads so you'd look rougher an' more brutal!"

At this point, Inti sauntered into gym. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a deep kiss. I returned it with equal abandon as our massive crotches ground together. When we finally came up for air, the group of young men was happily surprised at the exchange and both Inti and I smiled at their burgeoning erections. "OK chulitos, we're gonna talk about next steps in gettin' you big like us. The most important thing is you all gonna need lots and lots of lefa..."

* * *

Well, readers - I wanted to do more of a Hallmark-type story this time - I hope you enjoyed it! There were a number of plot points that had been floating around across these "Many Worlds" stories, and I wanted to tie MOST of them up before the end of the year. Ever since Inti found Beck weeping in the bathroom, I felt that our Guatemalan stable-stud had a special connection with this particular slave and one way or another, he was going to do something about it. 

I didn't expect the Berto-Tito connection to develop, but like a lot of my sagas, the characters influence the story to their own ends and I really enjoyed this unexpected development.

I still have a bit more to go with Tito and Chuy (hint: they WILL get permanently changed like Inti) but the actual details still have to be developed in my head.

So again, THANK YOU for being on this multi-year journey with me and let me know what you'd like to see in the future - I'll do my best to make you happy with every visit!