Many Worlds #1 - Perspective

(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.) 

Hello Readers! It's been a while! 

Ordinarily, I normally put my notes and thoughts after the story I've just written. In this case, I felt I needed to explain a bit before you start reading.  For those of you not familiar with the term, the "many-worlds interpretation" (MWI) of quantum mechanics posits that every quantum measurement causes the universe to split into multiple parallel universes, each representing a different possible outcome.

So this story - told from Mattie's point of view - describes the outcome of yet another Conversion of Charlie Hawke into the unscrupulous thug Ray-Ray Johnson in an AU universe just slightly different than our own. The quantum measurement here is the observation of the enhanced musculature when becoming a Converted thug and the different outcome is that never wears off.

MONDAY MORNING - 6:17am

The smell of cinnamon coffee filled the air as Charlie entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. The young cop's sapphire blue eyes appeared troubled as I poured him a cup and straightened the collar of his short-sleeved plaid shirt; the fabric was strained to bursting over his massive arms and he needed to leave four buttons undone to (barely) close the shirt over his promethean torso.

"Charlie - what's the matter? You were tossing and turning all night and you look like something's weighing on your mind..."

Charlie looked into my green eyes and opened his mouth to speak.

"BUZZZZZZ!"

The doorbell interrupted the conversation and I went thru the living room and opened the door. Tony McLaren - Charlie's partner - stood in the doorway and gave me a crooked smile. My husband's partner wore a cropped red TLF tank highlighting his chiseled physique and a pair of black nylon onionskin joggers. He gave me a strong hug and kiss and I massaged his muscular ass thru the thin material as I  gave him a penetrating look. "C'mon in! You want some coffee?"

"Sure... that'll be... that'll be great." He looked strangely uncomfortable as well and couldn't maintain eye contact. That sent warning bells ringing in my mind. The herculean cop sat down with his partner at the large kitchen table and they exchanged a guarded look which was not lost on me.

I put my hands on the table and leaned over them. "Okay - what's up?  You both look guilty as sin. What's wrong?"

Charlie cleared his throat. "Tony and I are going to be on an independent assignment. It'll last about eight to ten weeks, twelve tops." He paused. "Getting Converted is part of the assignment."

"Again? Do you realize this is going to be the fourth time you've been changed into black thugs? Can't Captain Morgan pick someone else?"

Charlie sighed. "I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. But it's such a rush becoming a black man and a felon." He grinned and his blue eyes sparkled. "But c'mon Mattie, admit it. You know it's a guilty pleasure Ray-Ray being around too..." I blushed. My husband is nothing if not acutely perceptive - but then again, that's what makes him - and Tony - such amazing officers.

"Once we become black men again, we understand that we used to be Charlie Hawke and Tony McLaren, but we KNOW we're Ray-Ray Johnson and Benjie Cantrell now - with all of their memories of always being black, knowing we're convicted felons, and acting like the thugs that our raps sheets indicate. Our prints and teeth get changed too. If we get arrested, there's no way we can say -or prove - we're anyone but who NIBRS and NCIC says we are. There's only like 5% of us - the original us - still in our minds but it's like fuzzy memories belonging to someone else. There are safety and security reasons for the strong conditioning - but Tony thinks he's figured out a loophole for you."

"We - the guys at the Four-One - always know ahead of time who's getting Converted and what they will look like, so we can talk about it with them. And vice versa. That's the loophole. We all get a BOLO with an AI pic of the Converted thug from Zack and it's always accompanied with a pic of the cop getting Converted - as the one who 'allegedly' initiated the BOLO. If we tell you now and show you now what we'll look like after we get Converted, we should be able to at least talk to you about becoming black men again and expressing some of that 5% that's still us." Tony took out his phone and flipped through the photo gallery.

"This is Benjie Cantrell." Tony showed me several pictures of the dark-skinned felon. "This is what I'll look like. 

 

And here's a picture of Ray-Ray Johnson. That'll be what Charlie will look like." 

 

Tony continued to swipe through his photos. "This is Dannell Stewart - Dani. He runs the Greasetank sex club now - but he used to be a white cop named Bob Altschuler. He did a permanent Conversion." After several more swipes, he showed me the BOLO of the former white cop and the black man he became.

 "Where are you going?"

"We're going to..." Charlie stopped him. "We're going out of town - that's about as much as we can say right now."

Tony pulled out a keyring and a slip of paper and slid it over the table to me.

"Meet us at this address tomorrow around 4pm. Dress as scruffy as you can - maybe skip shaving too. It's not a good area. We've got second watch, so we're heading out to Zack's right afterwards. You won't see us until then."  

Charlie smiled. "Well not US. Ray-Ray and Benjie... and Dani" 

"Bye, hon... see you tomorrow." The blue-eyed cop kissed me and both patrolmen left for the station.

TUESDAY - 3:27pm

The address turned out to be a low-rent, run-down apartment building used when cops become thugs. My guess is this was the address given to the Corrections department for parolee information. I climbed the three flights of steps and entered room 306. Not much furniture. Thin curtains. Broken blinds. There was a wooden sawhorse in a corner with cinderblocks at bottom of legs. I followed Charlie's advice and I had pulled on a thin, worn t-shirt, faded workout shorts (both one size too small) and old sneakers. No socks. I had also rubbed a bit of soap into my hair for a greasy appearance and didn't shave - giving me short, dark stubble covering my face and neck. My overall appearance was that of a low class street hustler. I had done some R&D with a Google search to make sure I would blend in with neighborhood.

* * *

Around half an hour later, I heard some commotion outside the door - Ray-Ray, Benjie and Dani came in. Ray-Ray and Benjie were wearing just leather chest harnesses, short cutoff jeans displaying huge bulges, and slouched socks with worn Timberland work boots. Dani was wearing black tank over cutoffs and boots as well - the pictures I saw didn't do justice as to just how massive and muscular the dreadlocked felon actually was. Benjie's nip rings gleamed on his slabbed chest and Ray's arms and neck crawled with black tribal ink. I was surprised to see that Benjie's skin was missing Tony's extensive inking. Wow, they hadn't told me that was a part of the process. All three black men were wearing CZ studs in their ears, multiple steel bracelets and steel rings on most of their fingers. I gave a slight shiver - there was a definite feeling of casual menace and violence as the men sauntered into the apartment.

I was amazed at how shredded and jacked everyone looked. The dark bodies gleamed with a light coating of oil and there was a overwhelming scent of musk, sweat and Axe body spray.  Zack's Conversion was so perfect that it was totally incomprehensible that (two of) these black felons in front of me were white cops only a few hours ago and no one could ever be able even imagine this process actually existed. They didn't act, move, talk - or even smell - like they did before their transformation, either. Up close, I could see that even their head shape had changed and I knew from yesterday that their teeth and fingerprints were different as well. 

Ray spotted me and gave me a bright white grin. "Dayumm...." He loped over to me and grabbed my hair to pull me into a rough kiss. "You lookz jus' right, Mattie. Reel ghetto."

"We seen summ whitebois comin' ovva here dat we want'd t'breed, but Ah tol' da guyz we gotz us a speshul whiteboi waitin' fo' us! Dis is Mattie, Charlie's husband. An' d'ese two black muthafuckas iz Benjie an' Dani." Ray paused. "Dani - used t'be at da Four-One, but he runz da Greasetank now. He gotz Converted fo' good."

Ray-Ray and Benjie gave each other a high-five after that admission while Dani appeared shocked at the revelation.

"How da fuq did'chu..."

"Charlie an' Tony tol' Mattie 'bout us gettin' Converted yestaday ... Tony figger'd dat wood let us talk 'bout stuff now we iz "new an' improv'd" agin." I was (sort of) surprised the thugs refer to their prior selves as other people, but given their level of conditioning, it made sense.

Dani looked impressed. "You iz one reel smart nigga, Benjie..." Benjie gave a wide grin.

Ray's dark brown eyes grew hard. "We cain't stay long ... but we ain't here t'talk - we here t'BREED dis greekboi b'fore gotta go." His eyes hardened and gave me a push. STRIP!" 

I pulled off my t-shirt and shucked down my workout shorts, kicking them across the floor. I bent over to untie my sneakers and tossed them away as well. Then I pulled down my worn jockstrap to show off the thick steel cock ring surrounding my achingly hard equipment and shaved crotch. The jock followed the shorts across the floor and in a moment, I was naked in front of the three black men.

Dani licked his thick lips and ran his large, rough hands over my naked body. "Mmm...mmm.mmm... Charlie gotz hisself a reel nice piece o' meat...nice big package, too...an' lookz jus' like a dirt-trade fuckboi reddy fo' ackshun!" 

"Charlie told me to dress down and blend in when I came over." 

Dani continued stroking my skin. "Dat wuz good advice... but we don' wantz jus' a whiteboi or a fuckboi - we needz a slaveboi - and Ah gotz da stuff right here!"

The dreadlocked thug picked up the backpack that was thrown onto the sofa when he arrived and moved over to the scarred kitchen table to unpack. For some reason, I was finding myself strangely aroused by Dani's attention. 

"Gimme an ice cube - Ah gotta get dis slaveboi soft first." 

I hissed as he rubbed the cube over my cock and balls and the frigid material soon had it's desired effect. In a few moments, I was soft enough for him to remove metal cock ring.

Dani selected a small spray bottle filled with blue liquid. "Open yo' mowff, whiteboi." I complied and I tasted the minty liquid slide down my throat.

Next, the dreadlocked thug took out a black latex mask and proceeded to rub the inner and outer surfaces with lube so it gleamed in the afternoon light. It appeared to be solid, except for an open mouth, but after he slipped it onto my head, I could see and breathe almost perfectly through the near-invisible micro-perforations.

This was followed by buckling a thick rubber collar around my neck with a ring in front and matching rubber restraints with similar rings and fastenings around my ankles and wrists. After everything was adjusted, Dani proceeded to thread some small steel padlocks through the posts and snapped them shut, effectively preventing them from being removed without a key.

The final piece of my equipage was a jockpouch. This was a thick latex plate through which Dani pulled my cock and balls and added a heavy black TPR cockring to keep my equipment semi-hard all the time. Two straps went from the front, around the back, through a connector from the bottom of the plate and then fastened in place on each hip with the same steel padlocks. Finally, Dani snapped a thin latex pouch over my exposed package and rubbed some lube over everything to make it shine. I was already rock hard and leaking again, and my cock made an obscenely large outline through the thin latex material.

As I was getting prepped, Benjie and Ray-Ray got naked. The two black men were commando, each with multiple black TPR c-rings to make their already-huge hairless packages even more substantial. Seeing them in just skin and boots made me beyond aroused. Finally, Dani stripped as well. Unlike the other two, he was wearing multiple steel c-rings around his massive package. 

Benjie and Ray-Ray chuckled as Dani licked his thick lips. "NOW We gotz a propper slaveboi t'breed! Dis iz wat all ov dem gotta look like - nuthin' but holes fo' a brutha t'fill up! An' strapz wiff ringz fo' tyin' down!" 

Ray-Ray went into one of the bedrooms and came back with pillow. Then he and Benjie dragged the sawhorse into the middle of the living room and Benjie put the pillow over it. Ray put a finger through the D-ring on my collar and dragged me to the wooden contraption.  

"Bend ovva!"  When I didn't respond fast enough, I was slammed down. Benjie tossed him several pairs of handcuffs which he proceeded to latch through the D-rings on my wrists and ankles to the trestle's legs via embedded eyebolts in the concrete blocks. I struggled, but I was completely immobile and unable to move myself or the sawhorse at all.

I felt several rough fingers stroke down my back. "Dat's one fine lookin' hole, Ray." The fingers continued downward until I felt them roughly massage my rosebud. 

Dani opened up a jar of Hyperlube and all three proceeded to slather the material onto their engorged members. Ray chuckled. "Well, lube it an' fill it up, bruh!" I felt Benjie rub some of the thick material onto and into my pucker. Then a pair of hands clamped onto my waist and the thug thrust into me in a single motion. I screamed - partly in surprise and partly in pain - Benjie was HUGE. 

In a flash, Dani was in front of me. He grabbed my jaw and quickly buried his 10-incher down my throat. The dreadlocked thug quickly set up a punishing rhythm of slamming his cock balls-deep into me, pushing even harder once he was all the way in and then pulling out and starting all over again. This was happening at the same time as Benjie was piston-fucking my ass. The violation continued until Dani bellowed and I felt a hot mass of his jism explode within me, followed soon by Benjie's orgasm into my guts. 

Benjie and Dani panted with exertion. "Shee-it - dat was amazin' !!!" I was gasping as well - having that monster cock down my throat had cut off my air and I was recuperating from the lack of oxygen. I felt a rough hand squeeze my ass. 

"Reddy fo' 'notha round, slaveboi?" Ray grabbed my waist and slammed himself in as Dani resumed his brutal skullfucking.

Benjie and Ray continued double-teaming my ass as Dani continued slamming his cock down my throat. I lost count after five or six switchbacks and the punishment fucking of both ends continued until all three black men were milked dry.

Finally the orgy stopped. I was dizzy and half-conscious from the continuous assault and I heard the three chuckling and congratulating each other.

"Dayumm - dat was summ ov da best fuckin' Ah've had in a while. Lookit all da cum drippin' outta hiz ass! Dat slaveboi iz a reel pro!"

"We betta make shure dat hole stayz plugged up an' safe whilez we is gone..."

I blearily watched as Benjie slathered a thick buttplug with hyperlube and saw him hand it to Ray. Then I felt the inked-up thug grind the intruder into my ass. I wept in pain as the gigantic plug tore me open and I felt Ray tighten the strap from the bottom of the jockpouch to keep that monster firmly up my chute without any chance of removal. A hard slap against the plug sent another bolt of pain thru my tortured guts.

Ray squatted down in front of me. "You needz t'keep all dat cum insidez yo' gutz, whiteboi. An' you shood keep yo' hole plugged frum now on, unnerstand? Yo' holez belongz ta US now. Ta black men. Dat plug STAYZ in alla da time, 'cept when a brutha's fist of cock replaces it ... o' when you gotta go to da can."

A wicked smirk crossed his dark face. "An' when we getz back, we'll putz inna BIGGA one ta keepz you reddy for a black man's cock o' fist whenvva dey feelz da urge. Yeahhh... you shood stay jus' dis way - nekkid, mask'd, strapp'd an' plugg'd - when you ain't at work - nevva know when a brutha getz da need ta breed, right? ..."

 Dani spoke up. "An' you iz one ov da lucky onez - yo' dick ain't lock'd up...an' yo' ballz ain't cut off... yet. Ah'm gonna keepz an eye on you whilez da bruthas iz gone... letz take care of dat package..."

Benjie unlocked me from the sawhorse and held me up as Ray readjusted the pillow on the center beam. Then I was restrained again facing upwards to face the water-stained ceiling. The dark-skinned thug knelt down and snapped off my rubber pouch and proceeded to suck me off. I arched my back as he continued and screamed as I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum down his gullet. The process was followed by Dani and then Ray-Ray, slamming my cock down their throats and sucking me off. The three thugs continued the cycle until they were certain I was milked completely dry. Once more, I was gasping for air from the exertion of the multiple and massive cumshots into the black felons.

I think I passed out for a while; the next thing I saw (upside-down, of course) was the three Nubians getting dressed. Dani sauntered over to me and I looked at his serious face.

"We gotta go, slaveboi..." He grabbed my nips and twisted them as I hissed in pain.

"All da clothes an' shit you came wiff are gonna be back at Charlie's old place... so's da keyz fo' all da lockz ... you cain fin' summ stuff on da table when you wanna leave."  At that, Dani pressed a cloth against my face. As I struggled to breathe; a sickly sweetness penetrated my nostrils and I blacked out soon after.

Ray sniffed the air - "You usin' ethylene?"

Dani nodded and took two syringes off the table. He held them up to the light and tapped them, then removed the caps. He wrapped a rubber hose around one of my arms and flicked my inner elbow until the vein popped up.

"Wat's dat?"

Dani held up the first syringe. "Dis iz a l'il sumpthin' t'keep 'im happy bein' a slaveboi..."

Ray grew angry. "Hey! Ah don't want nuthin' happenin' to mah Greekboi..."

Dani chuckled as he injected the first solution into me. "Ree-lax, bruh - Dis iz da stuff Ah givez all my slavebois at da Greasetank - but dis mix only lasts 'bout eight weekz."

Then he picked up the other syringe. "Transanabol" and injected it as well. "An' since dis slaveboi iz gonna be yo' new stable stud ... he needz a LOT mo' muscle ... dis'll get 'im nice an' big by da time you iz back ... he'z gettin' a bigga dose 'cause we only gotz 'bout two an' a haff months fo' trainin'." 

Ray continued to scowl at the dreadlocked felon. "Don' fret bruh, Ah'll makez shure dis breedin' boi getz LOTZ ov exercise an' speshul treatment..." 

Dani unlocked me from the sawhorse and carried me into the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. "Now, you two gotz a train t'catch, so you betta leave now - Ah've got a few mo' thingz to do ... but Ah'll meetz you at da Amtrak stayshun."

 * * * 

WEDNESDAY 5:05am

I slowly woke up. The last thing I remembered was Dani knocking me out with something as I was cuffed to the sawhorse and it was disorienting to find myself in bed in the now-quiet apartment. I could see that it was still dark outside, but lightening up. I ached all over from intense gang-raping, but somehow felt a real sense of accomplishment at my performance with the three black men. I sat up in bed, and I realized that the locked restraints and jockpouch were still a part of me; I felt the slickness of the latex mask over my head with the collar still in place as well. The plug in my ass felt surprisingly good, too. I tried to yawn, but realized that something was my mouth. Panicked, I felt more latex covering my lips as well and traced what felt like a thick, firm cock in my mouth with my tongue. 

I stumbled into the bathroom and saw that a thin rubber plate covered the entire mouth opening of the mask and a small hole was visible in the center. I tried pulling it off - to no avail - it now seemed to be an integral part of the mask. At that point, I saw that my tattoos were gone - instead of the alpha/omega and the lion, each of my delts now sported an intricate QR code. For some reason, seeing myself like this in the mirror made me uncontrollably aroused. I snapped off the rubber pouch which had grown to obscene proportions and started jerking off to the image in the mirror. I noticed a jar of Hyperlube on the toilet top and quickly opened it, slathering the grease onto my aching cock. In a few moments,  I grunted as an explosion of cum spattered the sink. I sunk to my knees and breathed heavily with exertion - fortunately the hole in the gag appeared large enough for normal breathing.

I stayed on the bathroom floor for some time as I rubbed my swollen cock and balls and surprisingly, four more orgasms ripped through me; I left a considerable puddle of jism on the linoleum before I finally got up. 

I looked at myself in the mirror again and it appeared that I had gotten bigger and more muscular overnight. I dismissed it - maybe it was the cheap mirror, maybe it was just the contrast of latex and skin or maybe it was still some after effects of the knockout drug, but I knew that couldn't be possible. As I limped into the kitchen, I could hear the jingle of the many locks on my restraints and I remembered Dani saying there would be some items for me there when I wanted to leave. 

On the table was a brown shopping bag and a box of plastic straws. I upended the bag and spread the contents on the table:

• An envelope with "Directions" written on it.
• An extra-thick molded snap-on cover for my jockpouch with the outline of large cut cock
• A pair of worn cutoff denim shorts
• A pair of worn Vibram 5Fingers athletic shoes
• A realistic silicone mask - bald, with black eyebrows, a black Vandyke goatee, CZ studs in the ears and a long and heavily muscled front bib
• A pair of sunglasses
• A baseball cap 
• A faded plaid shirt with sleeves torn out and missing buttons
• A Metrocard
• A heavy leather belt
• An envelope with "Keys" written on it - I tore it open to find three keys on beaded chain, along with a note: "apartment key, basement/service entrance key, freight elevator key"

My mind was buzzing ...  I filled up a glass of water and put a straw thru the gag and into the glass. As I sucked down liquid, I thought, Damn, this feels like sucking on a real dick... as my cock was getting hard once again.

Okay - time to look at what I have to do. I tore open the Directions envelope. Inside was a single sheet of typewritten paper and I started to read.

1. Wear the thick pouch

2. Wear the realistic mask. Flip it upside down, insert your hands all the way in and stretch from side to side. Pull it over your head and adjust the nose and ear areas

3. Only button the shirt enough to hide the bottom of the mask's bib

4. Wear the cap backwards

5. Wear the sunglasses 

6. Wear the chain and keys around your neck

7. Bring everything with you in the bag

8. Follow all these directions. You are being watched. Failure to obey will be punished.

I was raging hard by the time I finished reading, so I had several more mindblowing orgasms with the Hyperlube before getting ready to leave. All that cum drilled into me by the three thugs must have gone directly to my balls.

First item was the mask. It was incredible to see what looked like to be a completely different, but completely real person looking back at me. The only thing that destroyed the complete illusion was the featureless black pits of my eyes beneath it. The bib was a work of art as well - thick and heavily-muscled pecs had small tight nips pointing down and a deeply-sculpted eight-pack continued to the bottom of the bib.

Next was the pouch. This produced a gigantic bulge at my crotch when I snapped it on and the outline of the cut cock was embarassingly defined.

The Vibrams followed. These were black five-toed athletic shoes with parachute cord lacing to keep them on. Combined with the locked ankle restraints, the look was strangely erotic.

Chain and keys went around my neck, followed by the shirt and shorts. The shirt was tight across my shoulders and arms to begin with, but the mask's bib made it nearly impossible to button. I managed to get the lowest two closed. The shorts were also extremely tight. With the pouch, I was sporting a humongous bulge and the cock outline was clearly visible through the worn material. I managed to get the shirt tucked in and fastened the belt through the loops. I tucked the Metrocard into one of the back pockets and slipped the glasses onto my (new) face.

For the cap, I went into the bathroom to finish off and shocked myself. In the mirror was a magnificently endowed stud with a shaved head and facial hair that literally screamed "Jacked-Up Gay Porn Star Bottom". The bib of the mask was displayed in all it's glory with the well-defined crevasse of the pecs clearly visible and the eight pack abs making an obscene appearance above the heavy leather belt. The nips were obvious through the thin material of the shirt and its tightness guaranteed that the bib would stay firmly in place. Finally, the beaded chain was short enough to provide a sexy complement to the fake skin. The locked restraints added that final frisson of hypermasculinity combined with servitude to the picture. I pulled the cap onto my head (backwards, as indicated) and needed to adjust the mask a bit to account for the cap's tightness. I spent a few moments reveling in the mirror at the obvious degenerate I had become. 

Finally, I gathered up the papers, envelopes, straws, hyperlube and thinner pouch and put them into the brown bag. I did a walk-thru of the dingy apartment to make sure nothing was left and then headed out the door.

* * *

As I traveled to Charlie's apartment, I felt an odd sense of both dislocation and exhilaration with the numerous lascivious - and sometimes, reproachful - glances I received from men and women alike on the street and on the subway.  

Again, I surprised myself by feeling completely at ease as a disguised rubber slave ... the mask was so realistic that no one paid any intense attention to the new face - everyone seemed more interested in my overdeveloped chest and abs as well as the restraints and Vibrams.

After about an hour and a half, I made it back to Charlie's old building. All the keys worked as labeled and I found myself in his apartment. There was another envelope with 'More Directions' on the kitchen table and another brown bag. I tore the envelope open quickly. This time, the typewritten list was a bit longer:

1. Strip off your clothes
2. Leave the keys to this apartment on the table
3. Detach your pouch
4. Remove your realistic mask
5. Use the keys to remove your restraints.
6. Use the bottle in the bathroom labeled "D2X" to remove the cock gag from your mask
7. Remove your latex mask 
8. Remove your TPR cockring
9. Remove your restraints and jockpouch
10. Clean and reinsert your ass plug
11. Dress in your original clothes
12. Put everything you have removed into this brown bag
13. Take the bag with you when you leave
14. Follow all these instructions. You are being watched. Failure to obey will result in extreme punishment

In the new bag, I found all the keys needed to unlock the restraints, as well as my original clothes, my steel cockring, wallet, phone and another small jar of Hyperlube. After I was fully naked, I removed the plug and shampooed, showered and shaved. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I sat down and made myself a late breakfast, thinking about the events of the past day with a sense of wonder: I got turned into a rubber slaveboy. I was gang-raped multiple times by a trio of black thugs. I disguised myself as a Village People-style porn stud and had to get here with nothing but a Metrocard and a cock-gag in my mouth. 

"Damn ..." I grinned. "I haven't had this much fun in years..." After I was done, I brought the massive plug into the kitchen and greased it and myself with Hyperlube. Even after just an hour or so, I felt uncomfortably empty without something large filling my ass. I put it down on the chair and grunted in pain as I sat down to force it into my guts. Inch by inch, I pressed the intruder deeper and deeper inside me until I felt my pucker snap around the thinner neck and the thick end plate press firmly against my cheeks. I slowly levered myself up and proceeded to get dressed. 

* * *

FOLLOWING MONDAY, 5:15pm

After a rather uneventful day at Kriatos Shipping, I came home to the duplex apartment I shared with Charlie and was shocked to find Dani waiting for me on the couch. He stood up when I stood there gaping at him.

He gave me a wide grin. "Hey, slaveboi. Getz outta dem clothes an' into your rubba. Letz go - time ta getz you in shape." Dani was wearing a flimsy gray Tyvek overall which did nothing to hide the black man's massive musculature and the leather strapping on his body - or the enormous bulge at his crotch. An embroidered patch over one massive pec stated "Apex Mechanical" and a patch on the other side side of his chest said "Dani".

"Huh"?

The dreadlocked thug grabbed me by chin - lightly but firmly. "Once you leavez da Kriatos buildin', you IZ a brutha's prope'ty. A slaveboi. MINE ... leastwize whilez Ray-Ray iz gone. Now, putz yo' gear on - black mask, jock, strapz an' Vibrams and git yo' ass back out here.  An' Bring da human mask, cap, bowff  yo' pouches, plug an' glasses too." Dani tossed me a bottle of lube. "Dat'll help evr'ythin' slide on nice an' easy..."

I hurried to comply. After several minutes, I came out naked except for the latex mask, restraint straps around my ankles, wrists and neck, jock without pouch and my Vibrams. My cock was already swollen with excitement and leaking pre-cum. I had both pouches in one hand and all the other items in the brown bag in the other. Dani adjusted my mask slightly, stroking my smooth head in the process. Then he produced several thick black TPR c-rings and stretched them over my equipment. The black man took the heavy pouch and snapped it over my cock and balls. 

"Open yo' mowff fo' me..." and sprayed the minty liquid down my throat. "Dat stopz you frum gaggin'..." Dani smiled as he stroked my shoulders, thumbing QR codes. "See d'ese? D'ese mean you is a stable-stud - or iz gonna be. But you gotta getz a lotz bigger fo' dat. Reg'lar slavebois getz a barcode on d'eir left pec an' 'cross da back. An' dey wearz a cocklock alla time."

"Bend ovva, Mattie." The thug whistled. "You wearin' da plug all-reddy?"

I nodded. "I've had it in all day. It felt strange not having something up my ass all the time now."

A faint smile creased his face. "Good boy. Stan' up straight. Where'z da locks?" 

"In the bag. I put them all in a ziploc."

Dani nodded in approval as his rummaged through the brown bag's contents and found the clear package. He removed the contents and snapped the locks on my wrists, ankles, waist and neck, then put the keys around his neck. "D'ese cumm off if'n Ah sayz dey cumm off ... prope'ty ain't go no say-so 'bout nuthin'..."

The dreadlocked black man unzipped his coverall and pulled it off his torso, leaving it puddled at his booted feet. The thug was wearing a heavy leather chest harness and an attached leather jock via a strap descending from the center ring of the harness and disappearing behind the pouch. "Now, git on yo' kneez and suck me off ... you gotz t'get used to doin' whatevva a brutha wantz whenevva he wantz it..."  

I hesitated, and Dani gave me a not-so-gentle open-handed slap across my masked face and pushed me to my knees. I feel his amazing strength held in check. Barely. His mouth hardened. 

"Don' make me hurt'chu, okay?? Ah don' wanna do it, but Ah gotta do wat Ah gotta do... an' you gotta learn t'do whatevva a brutha tellz you. No backtalk an' NO DELAY... unnerstand? Stable studz be a brutha's right hand, but dey still iz jus' slavez." 

Dani pulled his pouch off and his massive black cock spilled out, rapidly hardening into a thick and veiny ten inches. I surprised myself with how eager I was to get that ebon monster down my throat. The dreadlocked thug let me lave his dick and held the back of my rubbered head as he slowly pushed his massive equipment down my throat. Once his ebon balls hit my chin, he started a slow rhythm of pumping his tool in and out. I held onto his trim hips to make the most of his thrusts.

The black man chuckled. "Dayumm ... you iz a reel fine cocksucka... Mmmmm... you likez suckin' a brutha off, don'chu?" After a few moments, he sped up and groaned as he released a massive load of cum into me. Finally, Dani pulled out and I collapsed on the floor, chest heaving from lack of oxygen. I watched weakly as Dani resnapped his pouch and rezipped his overall.

The thug gave me a wicked smile and tossed an similar coverall to me. "Put on da mask, glasses an' cap now... an put dis on."

My cock swelled even more painfully as once more I assumed the appearance of a hypermasculine bottom porn star displaying an embarassingly massive bulge with a huge outline of a cut cock. The overall was quite snug and was from the same company, but my nametag said "Jake." Dani nodded approvingly as he adjusted the zipper downwards to fully display my artificial pecs and eight-pack. I found that I truly enjoyed being like this - as long as the dark glasses were on, no one could tell beneath the realistic human mask and coverall I was actually just someone's rubber-clad PROPERTY now. 

"You look reel' hot... jus' like a jack'd up fuckboi - time ta leave fo' da Greasetank."

Like last week, the two of us garnered numerous double-takes as we walked down the streets to the subway entrance, and that attention was only magnified when we were waiting on the platform for the train. Once we boarded, Dani fondled me constantly as the subway car swayed on the tracks; playing with my ass, rubbing the plug and squeezing my crotch. Then he pulled off my cap and put it on backwards, grabbed my bald head and kissed me hard. The black man's tongue went past the silicone lips and filled my mouth. The powerful Nubian stud continued to put on an erotic display until we left the train.

 * * *

Once we got to the sex club, Dani removed my coverall and mask and we walked thru the building until we reached the Greasetank's extensive gym. It was here I first met Baz - Dani's prime stable stud. 

Baz and I looked similar - black latex masks, latex jocks with pouch, restraints, QR codes on our delts and FiveFingers on our feet. One major difference - Baz's restraints weren't locked; mine were. Another one: Baz was nearly as massive as Dani. 

"Dis here iz Mattie. Hiz owner iz mah buddy Ray-Ray. He wantz him t'be trained as a stable stud an' we gotz 'bout ten weekz. Start wiff leas' two dayz a week. Git 'im started on weights now, Baz."

"Yes, Sir."  

Dani grabbed me by the jaw. "You rememba wat I sed 'bout doin' ev'rything a brutha tells you? No backtalk and no delay? Well, when Ah ain't around, you do whatevva Baz tellz you - jus' like he wuz a brutha. Unnerstan' me, Mattie?"

I nodded. The grip on my jaw tightened. "Answer me, slaveboi."

"Yes, Sir."

Dani pushed me as he let go and I stumbled backwards. "Good. Ah'll seez da bowff ov you later." The club owner threaded his way out of the gym, leaving me with Baz. The stable stud had a wide grin on his eyeless face as he gave me a thorough exam with his eyes and large hands. "You're going to make a prime stable stud, mate!" From his accent, I surmised Baz was Australian.

"All right, Matt, let me explain what's going to happen. You need to undergo a strenuous exercise regime here - two... no,  three sessions a week - 5-7 hours each." He grinned thru his mask. "Sounds like a lot... and it is. But that what it takes to become a stable stud and I'll be right beside you. If you do a good job, you eventually get to breed the regular slaveboys here - if you don't, you get punished - right away." Another smile. "Immediate feedback works wonders." He guided me over to a table. "But let's get you primed up first - starting with your plug. Stretch yourself over that table for me."

I did as was told. Baz grabbed the base of the dildo and yanked it out in one swift movement; the rapid removal made me yelp in pain. I looked back to see him unsnapping his pouch, to expose a huge cut cock and substantial sac, surrounded by 3 steel cockrings and rapidly swelling to ten hard inches. When Baz opened a jar of Hyperlube and began coating his monster tool, I started to rise from the table but his large hand covered the area between my shoulderblades forced me down. 

I started to struggle and Baz grabbed the back of my neck and slammed me down again, pressing my face into the table's surface. "You're a cheeky little bugger, aren't you? Well, we're going to have to work on that." He then took some cuffs out of a nearby cabinet and used the rings on my wrist/ankle restraints to fasten me down. "See, Matt? Immediate feedback." The stable stud continued to lube up his cock, grabbed my waist and began a brutal session of piston-fucking my ass. Baz screamed as he exploded within my guts and withdrew rapidly, and then painfully slammed the large dildo back in. The Australian slave whistled tunelessly as he removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles and then slapped my ass. "C'mon, mate - squat rack first." 

FOLLOWING TUESDAY - 9:55pm

After a full day of strenuous workouts, Baz spread some orange-scented cream all over my body and crotch. He patted my ass. "Bend over, mate." I responded without hesitation this time and he removed the plug and spread the cream over my pucker as well. "Slaves always need to be smooth. No body hair.  Good to see you kept yourself manscaped already, Matt. This cream is just the next step in the process. Stable studs like us are allowed to keep any hair above the neck if we want - that's not the case with regular slaves." After 30 minutes, I got a hot shower and my skin was now quite sensitive. And completely hairless. Baz brutally fucked me again against the tiled wall of the bathroom before he reinserted my plug. "We'll use the Crawford's Cream once a week. You won't need it after a while." 

The stable stud took a set of keys on a beaded chain off a peg on the wall and put them around my neck.  "Bloody great first session, Matt! You can go home now. Remember, slaves - even including us - never wear any clothes inside the club. Ever. Only put your mask and overall on when you get to the changing room, and remember to keep the zipper open as much as possible." Baz gave my ass a playful slap. "Metrocard and your flat keys are in your coverall's pockets. And don't unlock yourself till you get home."

THREE WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 8:30am

I wasn't imaging things - I am getting bigger - far faster than I ever thought possible. Taller as well. I've grown more than two inches since that first encounter with the black men at the tenement. I go into Kriatos only three days a week now as Chara can handle all the routine items. Dani or Baz show up at my apartment every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night and I slip into my slave gear, realistic mask and Vibrams to go to the Greasetank as either "Jake the mechanic" with a coverall or sleeveless shirt and shorts as "off-duty Jake." In either case, my locked restraints are always on full display. I generally spend the weekends at the sex club as well - more workouts, getting punishment-fucked by multiple black and latino men and helping out Baz with prepping slaveboys. And my "Jake" clothing is getting tighter every day - in all the right places - to highlight the muscle mass I've been gaining. I'm sure by the time we're done, I'll be just as massive as Charlie and Tony.

When Baz picks me up, he wears a realistic mask as well - a bald older black guy with a thick mustache; he's even got realistic sleeves to complete the illusion that he's a muscle-brutha. I continue to look like a porn star bottom on steroids, which really turns my crank now as well. Once I strip off my clothing, I get fucked by Baz when we  get into the sex club and usually get to suck Dani - or one (or two or three) of his friends - off as well.  The next day - most of it - is spent eating and working out with fully loaded machines or heavy free weights - followed by a session of getting my ass jackhammered by several Nubian or Latino studs and then piston-fucking some young muscle-puppies before I mask up and leave for home - I started that portion of my training about week ago. All of the slaveboys have a bar code tattooed on their bodies as well as being locked up in chastity cages and wearing locked restraints; some of them wear the rubber mask like Baz and I do; others don't - Dani told me those without masks haven't completed their full slave training yet. When I've completed a really demanding workout routine to Baz's satisfaction, I get a thorough horsefucking by Dani too before leaving.   

THREE WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 5:30pm

Tonight, as soon as Baz and I got to the Greasetank, he yanked out my regular buttplug and shoved a steel dildo up my ass, then proceeded to frog-march me into a metal-framed vacbed and locked it shut. Once the air was completely sucked out, I was completely immobilized and enclosed, except for a breathing tube. Then I was hoisted up somewhere with electric shocks thru the plug zapping me at random intervals and the sound of my breathing was the only break in the utter blackness of my captivity. 

When I finally got out, (I had been in the vacbed for 2 full days!!), Baz explained that stable studs like us - still just property of our owners - can/will/should be punished at any time for any reason (or no reason at all) and we just have to accept that reality. I asked him if that was why he had so many welts on his back. 

He grew sad and somber, shaking his head. "No mate, I got those way before I became Dani's property. I made a right mess of things and I deserve every whip scar you see. Probably more." Then his normally sunny demeanor reasserted itself.  "Dani felt a bit of sensory deprivation and some electro would be good practice for you. He didn't want to do anything to damage the merchandise. Your owner will decide what punishments you'll get and how often you get them."

Then I got my first fisting from Baz as well. I was proud that only after a few sessions, he was already able to get into my guts up to past his elbow and he was certain that he would be able to get his entire arm into my guts very soon.

My temporary owner also decided it was time for me to get fitted with a bigger plugs. When I wasn't at the club. I always keep one of the massive screw-dildos inside me when I'm by myself. I can't believe what an accomplishment it is to get that entire thing into my guts with just the metal ring outside my ass. When I'm at work or at the Greasetank, I stay plugged with a less elaborate, but still much larger unit.

I've already outgrown all of my dress shirts and suits - Dani said to just buy a few shirts and one suit (everything large and loose) until I've reached my final "stable-stud" proportions; although at the rate I'm going, Charlie and I will be able to wear the same clothes again soon. 

I've also outgrown my original "Jake" shirt and shorts multiple times, but I can always find items to fit me at second-hand stores. My latest set is a red plaid shirt and a pair of faded Levis shorts I bought for ten dollars. With my added musculature and the muscle of the bib, I'm flaunting an incredibly massive upper body and draw shocked states as I saunter down the street; my powerful glutes and thighs stretch the denim material to it's ripping point as well. 

 

Dani keeps me well-supplied with "Jake" overalls too. The thin Tyvek material is strong enough to not rip, but stretches and strains to show every hyper-defined muscle (real or artificial) of my appearance. 

Speaking of my husband, I can't wait for him to see the "new me" - I'm sure he - and Ray-Ray - will be surprised and happy to see the transformation. 

 

TWELVE WEEKS LATER - Tuesday, 10:11am

Despite the early hour, Ray-Ray and Benjie arrive at the Greasetank and use their access codes to enter the sex club. Because of the weather, the two are dressed only in leather harnesses, cutoff shorts and scuffed black work boots. The two thugs thread their way through the building until they reach Dani's office. 

The co-owner is on the phone, angrily arguing with someone on the other end.

Ray-Ray clears his throat. Dani looks up and holds up a finger to wait.

"You betta get dat d'livery here by noon, else Ah'm comin' ovva d'ere an' slit yo' fuckin' throat!!!" The thug slams down the phone and gets up to embrace the two newcomers with a huge smile on his dark face.

"Ev'rything good? How wuz Miami?"

Benjie grins. "We dunn reel good. Smok'd 'bout fifteen Columbians an' stole 'bout 300 kilos of coke. Lef' 'bout 150 keys in 'nother cartel's hidin' spot. Crazy fuckas iz killin' each otha right now. Gonna sell da otha 150 up here."

Dani shakes his head in admiration. "You gotz any muscle brutha time left?"

"Yeah. Zak iz outta town, so we gotz a few mo' dayz bein' da 'new an' improv'd' versionz ov us." A glum expression crosses Ray's face. "Shee-it, Dani - Ah luvz bein' like dis. Ah hatez switchin' back t'bein' jus' a noboddy whiteboi cop... Ah wish Ah cood stay dis way forevva."

"Wat's Sarge and Cap say?"

"Well, dey knowz me an' Benjie wanna do it reel bad, but dey won't agree. An' Zack won't do it wiffout d'eir say-so. But dey wantz t'keep us happy, so's we getz to Convert more'n most guyz at da Four-One. An' stayz bruthas fo' mo' time, too."

"How'z Mattie? Doin' okay?"

"Oh, yo' stable stud doin' GREAT. Wanna see 'im? He's here t'day pumpin' iron wiff mah stable stud. Ah makez 'im work out 'least tree dayz a week an' on da weekendz. He's lookin' reel fine, too... reel imposin'  piece o' gen-u-wine slave meat now..."

"Yeahhh... Ah miss'd fuckin' hiz ass an' suckin hiz dick."

The club owner chuckles. "Aww, Ray ... dat's sweet... Ah'm shure Mattie 'preciates all dat attenshun you givez 'im..."

The three black men proceed to massive gym and observe various slaves working out. All are naked and hairless with the exception of workout gloves and Vibrams. Some are wearing latex masks. All are wearing locked collars and chastity cages. The air is full of the scents of sweat, musk and cum, the grunts of effort and the "clink" and "clunk" of weights. Dani gestures to two slaves at the far end of the room. "Mattie'z da one on da bench. Da other one iz Baz." 

"Fuuuckk.... dat's Mattie? He's benchin' 280!!!!"  

"Dayumm ... look at dem musclez! He'z fuckin' jack'd!!!"

Ray is dumbfounded at Mattie's transformation. Charlie's husband has packed on at least 30 pounds of hyper-defined muscle and is naked, save for his latex mask, rubber jockpouch, locked restraints around wrists, ankles and neck, workout gloves and Vibrams. His smooth skin gleams in the overhead lights and a fine sheen of sweat covers his now-herculean ripped and shredded, chiseled physique. 

An even more impressive slave is spotting him. Mattie finishes his bench routine and gets up to stretch himself over a nearby table. Ray notices gleaming metal buttons in the asses of both hypermuscular slaves. The larger slave - Baz - grabs a container of Hyperlube and lopes over to the table. He pulls a large metal plug out of the other's ass, unsnaps his pouch, lubes himself up and proceeds to brutally horsefuck the prone man. 

Ray and Benjie are shocked at the tableau before them. They continue to watch the performance as the larger slave speeds up his thrusting and grunts as he empties his load into the other's guts. 

Dani puts fingers in mouth and gives a piercing whistle. "Baz, Mattie - getz yo' asses ovva here! Now!"

Baz shoves the metal plug back into Mattie's ass and resnaps his pouch. As Mattie levers himself up and sees Ray-Ray and Benjie, a huge grin splits his eyeless black latex face. The pair of slaves trot over to the three black thugs and stop about six feet away from them. The slaves stand at ease with their knees slightly bent and hands behind their backs, but tensed to show off their extreme musculature. Both rubber jockpouches look ready to explode. Ray realizes that Mattie is taller as well.

"Go ahead an' show Ray-Ray an' Benjie how happy you iz t'see dem back, Mattie..."

Mattie gives Benjie a huge hug and then turns to Ray. The slave strokes the tribal tattoos covering the massive arms of his owner - who then gets a crushing embrace. Mattie pushes his lips against Ray's and gives him a deep kiss. As they separate, the slave whispers "I can't wait to fuck your hot black ass... and get your fist and arm in my guts..." Ray continues to look slightly dazed as Mattie squats to his knees.

A quirky smile appears on the black latex face as he looks up at the two thugs. "Permission to suck you off, Sirs? After that workout, I need to swallow as many loads of muscle bruthas' cum as I can... gotta get me some high-grade protein to keep me in shape...." Ray notices that Mattie's voice is hoarser and far rougher than it had been twelve weeks ago. When kneeling, Mattie's pecs playfully bounce one at a time.

"Ah don' beleeve wat Ah'm hearin' o' seein' ...." 

Dani laughs - "See? Ah tol' you dat Ah'd git 'im reddy fo' you!!"

Ray shakes his head in disbelief, but nevertheless is grinning from ear to ear. "Yeahhhh... Go fo' it Mattie..." 

The crouching slave proceeds to unbutton Ray's shorts and pulls them down, exposing the black thug's rapidly hardening package, surrounded by three heavy steel cockrings. His hands lightly grasp the thug's waist and licks the dark cock and balls with his tongue; once sufficiently wet, Mattie reaches around to grab Ray's ass and plunges the cock all the way down his throat. Quickly, he starts a brutal rhythm of skullfucking himself. Ray screams as a massive orgasm rips through him and a gallon of cum explodes down his slave's gullet. The black man stumbles back after his property's performance, trips over his shorts and lands on his ass, shock clearly written on his dark face. Benjie chuckles as he steps up to Mattie as the slave begins an encore act. Benjie bellows as well as he unloads into the submisive slave, but manages to maintain his balance. The other thug shakes his head in amazement. "Holy Motha of God, Mattie..."

Dani smiles. "Nice job, Mattie. You dunn good." The muscled slave is still on the floor and looks up at the dreadlocked black man.

"Thank you, Sir. Permission to stand, Sir?" 

Dani waves him up as the slave licks a bit of Benjie's cum from the side of his mouth and stands at ease again.

"Why don' you take yo' owners inta one ov da private rooms, Mattie? Numba eight is open. Videocamz ain't install'd yet." Dani checks the huge chronograph on his muscled wrist. "Baz an' me gotta take care ov summ stuff befo' to-night. Ah'll catch up wit'chu inna bit."

 "Yessir. C'mon, guys." The slave lopes along the corridor with a slight roll to his gait due to his greatly increased musculature and the large ass plug. Soon, they arrive at the designated room and all three enter; the slave closes the door behind them.

"Mattie, Ah cain't bee-leeve it! You lookz amazin' !!!"

The slave does a bodybuilder's side chest, side tricep and then an ab/thigh pose and grins. 

"I feel amazing! I have to admit I was scared shitless when I woke up after you left and I had to find my way to Charlie's old apartment. But it's fantastic being a faceless sex slave - wearing clothes seems wrong now - being near naked in just bondage straps, a latex mask and a slave collar feels normal now. I use that realistic mask a lot, too. I love just going out with that face and the latex underneath and the restraints and get ogled like a lowlife piece of meat. I wear that whenever I come here, along with an overall or a cheap shirt with the sleeves torn out and shorts, my slave-bands, a plug and my Vibrams. Then I strip down to this."

Ray-Ray strokes the crevasse between Mattie's muscular pecs and traces the deeply etched eight-pack abs of his lover; Mattie shivers - "Dayyumm - Ah cood lose a knuckle in d'ere now." Mattie's pouch - already obscenely stretched - has grown even larger and looks ready to explode.

Benjie fondles the slaves cock and balls through the jockpouch. "You wan' me t'take care ov dat?"

Mattie shakes his head. "No, you guys always come first. I'll breed a bunch of muscle-puppy slaves later on..."

Benjie looks shocked. Mattie chuckles as he stretches and the muscles along his torso pop into incredible definition.

"Dani and Baz have been really strict with me - but it's paid off. Plus, with all the training I've been through, I think you'll enjoy sucking, fucking ... and fisting me... even more now. BOTH of you. I never realized how much I enjoy being on the receiving end of sex-crazed muscle-bruthas' appetites until I've been here."

"Shee-it - fistin' too?? You reely got a mind-fuck, didn'chu??"

Mattie grins. "Baz got his whole arm up to his shoulder into me last week - that was a big accomplishment -- pardon the pun -- for both of us. Thanks to you two, I've got a whole new outlook now."

"I've been going regularly to the Black Gold Lounge and other gay bars, as well - cheap, worn clothes, greasy hair and stubble - like I did the first time at the tenement - servicing any and all of the black and brown guys there - they really get off piston-fucking a big, muscular, cock-hungry dirt-trade male whore eager for lots of action and a few bucks ... and I love being one! Plus... to keep up appearances, I only speak gutter-Spanish or really broken Spanglish when I'm there. Baz and Dani were really impressed with my initiative. And Zack gave me some really dark brown contacts to use when I'm there." 

He paused. "Dani decided I needed to wear a larger plug as well. I use this 4-inch metal sphere when I'm here or at work and a giant screw-dildo at home. Feels amazing having my guts stuffed all the time when a cock or fist isn't in it."

Benjie gives a low whistle of appreciation.

"By the way, everything work out on your assignment? Can you tell me where you went now?"

"We wuz in Miami... hadda a reel good time."

"Were you involved with that gang war that started with the cartels?" Ray looks surprised at his slave's  acuity. "It was in the papers and all over the news. Sounded like something Captain Morgan would concoct."

"Yeahhh ... we set d'em up agins't each otha and let 'em smoke demselves. Plus we iz gonna make a lotta cash wiff da coke we brung back wiff us."

"Nice... you guys were slick getting them to turn on each other." Mattie stretches himself over a combination table/sawhorse as the silvery cap of his butt plug gleams in the overhead lights. "You guys want to drill my ass? Those cocks of yours felt great down my throat, but now I need to get them in my guts too. There's a jar of Hyperlube and a few sets of cuffs in the cabinet - lock me down."

 
Nothing happens. Mattie lifts head and looks over his shoulder as Benjie and Ray look at each other. 

"What's the matter?"

"Dis iz so fuck'd up wiff you actin' like dis, but we luvz it..." 

Benjie grins and nods. "You reely IZ our own pers'nal prop'ety now... an' you lookz jus' da way a whiteboi slave shood - reel big an' hairless, ripp'd an' shredd'd, wiff strapz 'round yo' wristz an' anklez an' neck, an' no face. Jus' holez t'be fill'd up... an' reddy an' willin' t'do whatevva a brutha wantz... itz like dat rich Greekboi iz cumpleetly gone!"

"Well, he's sort of around when I'm at work, but THIS is the new and improved version of me. I hope you guys are sticking around for a while?" The slave grins. "I missed you, your gigantic cocks and your voracious sexual appetites... When are Charlie and Tony supposed to come back?" Ray is surprised that his lover is following their lead of referring to their white alter-egos as separate people.

"We gonna be here fo' 'nother week o' so. Zack iz outta town right now."

Mattie grins. "That's great news! Can you hang out a little longer than that? Dani scheduled a big live-streaming production of me getting a brutal double-dicking followed by heavy-duty ass rapes and then some deep fisting sessions to finish off. Then I get my steel cockings - sort of my graduation to an official stable stud. I'm sure he'll be happy to have you guys in the performance instead of Adrian and Luis! I would too!" 

"Who are dey?"

"Two horny and handsome-as-fuck young Dominicans I've been servicing for the last week or so...practicing for the production... but they're nowhere near as massive as you two, though... I think the four of us would be a much bigger draw!" 

"Fo'?"

"Dani as well. He's going to be skull-fucking me senseless at the same time."

Mattie lies back down. "C'mon - pull the plug out of my ass, lock me down, then fuck and fist me till I scream myself hoarse!"

* * *

FOURTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 8:00pm

"SHUT DA FUQ UP!!!" 

Dani looks around the main room of the Greasetank as the assembled black and brown men quiet down. He stands on the performance stage as various cameras display different angles of view on the large screens around the room.

"Dat's betta... we gotz quite the per'fo'mance fo' alla you tonight! Lemme intro-duce da bruthas who are gonna be showin' off!"

"Dis here are my budz Ray-Ray Johnson an' Benjie Cantrell. Dey be charter membas ov da Greasetank  - been fuckin' and fistin' since we opened... letz give 'em a big hand!!"

Cheers and claps resound as the two black thugs produce wide grins for the audience. The two are dressed in leather body harnesses with matching leather jockpouches that make a gigantic bulge at their crotches; slouched white socks peek over highly polished black workboots and thick leather strapping encloses their wrists and upper arms. A light coating of oil makes their dark skin gleam. Ray gives the audience a sly wink as he flexes one arm, popping the bicep into extreme definition and licking the hyper-defined muscle as his other hand massages his crotch. Benjie grins and hits the audience with a bodybuilder's front double-biceps pose, flexing his body to display every powerfully defined muscle.

"And dis iz deir slaveboi, Matt. Matt iz gonna be Ray-Ray's and Benjie's new stable stud, but we gotz to hav a propper grad-u-ayshun fo' him to-nite!!" 

Mattie is standing at ease at stage right. A similar light coat of oil makes his sculpted, nearly-naked, hyper-muscled body shine. The slave is wearing his latex mask and locked slave-bands around his neck, wrists and ankles. Mattie's equipment is imprisoned within a gleaming, stainless steel chastity cage. 

A display platform is positioned at center-stage and a table with various supplies is next to the slave. The platform is composed of three sections, with the center section lower than the other two. Atop the center section is a circular platform as well. Large steel levers - with equally large rubber grips - extend from the sides of the two end platforms facing the audience.

The ceremony begins with Mattie loping over to the platform and situating himself on his hands and knees facing away from the audience on the center section. His hairless pucker is prominently displayed as something just waiting to be used and abused.

Ray-Ray and Benjie remove their pouches to display their massive cocks and balls, surrounded by three gleaming steel cockrings each. Each thug now positions himself on their knees on either side of the slave, facing away from each other.

Dani opens a large jar of Hyperlube and picks up a massive, 24-inch, black double-ended dildo from the table, fully lubing the monster from end to end and then approaches the participants. With the open jar in hand, the club's owner packs a handful of hyperlube into both Ray-Ray's and Benjie's ass, turning his attention afterwards to the slave's pucker as well. The dreadlocked thug adds a large wad of Hyperlube to Mattie's ass, then inserts two, then three, then four fingers into the waiting hole to stretch it wide open. One of the giant screens shows the slave biting his lip in pain as he is being violated.

Dani brings the dildo from the table and slowly inserts one end of the monstrous plug into Ray's ass and the other end into Benjie's. The black men grunt as they grind the massive intruder into their guts as Dani holds it steady. Finally, both sets of dark-skinned buttcheeks meet as the dildo is completely inside both of their guts. After this occurs, Dani slicks up the ebon man-meat of both men. Ray reaches back and grabs both his and Benjie's cocks in one hand, holding them together and guiding them over Mattie's waiting hole. 

Mattie screams in agony as both black men thrust down into him simultaneously. Both massive brown members move in and out, brutally pumping into the pucker beneath them; the gigantic dildo keeps the thugs' rhythm mostly in sync as they continue to pummel deep into the slave's guts; the thugs' cockrings catch the gleam of the halogens and twinkle balefully with their pistoning motion into the slave underneath them.

Dani grabs the slave's rubber-covered head and shoves his dick down the slave's gullet. Despite his deadened gag reflex, when Mattie finds Dani's nuts on his chin and unable to breathe with the massive cock down his throat, the slave tenses up. Dani feels the change and strokes the massive shoulders speaking sotto voce "Ree-lax, Mattie... ev'rything's okay... rememba yo' trainin'...." Mattie relaxes and takes a deep breath as Dani pulls out completely before deep-throating the captive slave again.

* * *

Both Benie and Ray-Ray explode at the same time. A closeup shows the slave's hole overflowing with his masters' cum and their still-rigid cocks coated in the gooey grey fluid rubbing against each other. Soon after, Dani throws back his head as he shoots a massive load down Mattie's throat as well.

Both black men pull out of their slave's tortured guts and separate; the giant dildo continues to hang out of Ray's ass like a thick demonic tail as he puts hand on knees and pants from exertion. Benjie pulls back the steel lever on his side. With a loud "CLICK", he rotates on the circular platform and Mattie's heaving form ninety degrees and returns the level to its starting position.  He then straddles the slave to brutally rape him again, pistoning in and out of the slave's tortured hole. Benjie screams as a second orgasm rips through him and unloads another massive load of cum into the slave's ass. The black man withdraws and his partner uses the lever on his side to turn the slave another one hundred and eighty degrees. Ray continues the brutal rape of Mattie and another gallon of black man's seed scalds the white man's guts. 

* * *

Ray-Ray pulls out; the giant dildo has worked it's way out of his ass and lies abandoned on the stage. Benjie performs another one-eighty on the slave and flips Mattie over onto his back, hoisting his legs onto his shoulders and proceeds to assault him again, pistoning in and out of his tortured guts. Several more gushers of cum fills the slave. Benjie pulls out and is again replaced by Ray-Ray, who turns the slave towards him and brutally fucks his property several times over. The tattooed thug throws his head back and screams as load after load of jism sears Mattie's guts.

Dani grins as he announces to the crowd - "Time t'fist yo' stable stud, bruh!! He's all reddy t'take yo' whole arm!" Dani and Ray position Mattie on all fours again on the platform. A video closeup shows the slave trembling with exertion to remain steady during the performance.

Benjie brings over a large tub of hyperlube to the tableau. Ray removes the leather from around his wrist and bicep and proceeds to coat his entire right arm in the slick material. Slowly, he pushes his fist into the slave's hole. Forearm-deep, the thug stops a moment with a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he begins grinding more and more of his muscular dark arm into his Mattie's body. A sudden hush descends on the assembled crowd as Ray's elbow disappears into the hyper-muscled slave below him. Ray grins as he forces more of his arm into his property and Mattie chokes back a sob as the dark-skinned bicep and tricep disappear within him. Ray looks triumphant. The crowd explodes with cheers. The thug slowly pulls out of his slave and starts the fisting process once more as Benjie and Dani remove their straps and proceed to lube up their arms as well... one of the cameras zooms in to view a thick stream of jism spewing out of the chastity cage and adding to silvery puddle of goo beneath it.

 

After all three thugs have fisted the slave multiple times, Dani returns to the table and hands Ray-Ray a gigantic 24-inch screw dildo with a metal ring at its thick, flat end as Benjie slathers the intruder with hyperlube. The slave's owner positions the monster over the gaping hole of his property and proceeds to twist it into Mattie's ass. The slave moans as the intruder is drilled into his guts. More and more of the enormous plug disappears until only the wide base is left. Mattie is shaking and panting with exhaustion as Ray continues to twist the dildo until the base itself is sucked into the slave's guts and only the metal ring remains pressed against his pucker. Ray braces himself and gives it a strong pull - no movement - followed by a hard slap to Mattie's ass and raises a fist in victory. More cheers erupt from the crowd. 

Benjie and Ray flip the exhausted slave onto his back and take a brief rest.

* * *

Dani removes the chain around his neck and uses one of the attached keys to unlock Mattie's gleaming chastity cage. There is an audible gasp from the audience as Dani removes the device and holds it aloft to display the extensive length of metal tubing that was inserted into the slave's member. Benjie pumps the now-exposed cock to a raging hardness and Mattie screams as the black thug swallows the purpled and painfully erect cock in one movement. The thug proceeds to suck the slave off, pulling out completely before slamming the cock back into his throat, gently scraping the shaft with his teeth each time. 

Mattie continues to pant and scream each time he explodes down the black thug's throat. Ray takes his place and continues the torture until several explosions of cum are ripped out of the slave. The two thugs alternate until Mattie has been milked dry.

Finally, Benjie and Ray help Mattie stand as Dani fastens a rubber jockpouch onto him - the club's owner pulls his still erect package thru the center hole and clamps several hinged steel c-rings around the slave's cock and balls. The jock is fastened around his waist and Dani snaps the heavy, molded pouch onto the base to create a truly gigantic bulge. Lastly, the additional strap from the bottom of the plate is passed through the ring of the screw-dildo, pulled tightly and fastened to the waistband. Mattie stumbles to the side of stage and weakly stands at ease again. Dani hands the keyring to Benjie, who removes the all the locks from the slave's restraints. Ray clips a leash onto Mattie's collar and leads him offstage. Benjie pumps fist and grins as he leaves with them.

The stage lights dim and go out. 

FOURTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 10:47pm

Backstage, the four men - three felons and one slave - embrace.

"Dayumm - you wuz AMAZING, Mattie..." Ray gives him a hard kiss. "Ah'm so glad dat Cap let me an' Benjie stay muscle-bruthas till da end of da week! Ah wooda been reel pissed watchin' you getting fuck'd an' fist'd da way you wuz by anyboddy else but us!"

Mattie gives a weak grin, sways and leans heavily against a wall. "Thanks Ray - it was great to have my owners pound me senseless on stage! But I wouldn't have been able to take all that without Dani and Baz... and Dani says I still need to gain another 7-10 pounds of muscle before we're all done..."

Benjie beams as well. "Shee-it, Mattie, Ah cain't bee-leeve you iz still standin' !"

Dani throws the three a delighted grin. "You - alla you ... wuz FANTASTIC! Da o-riginal plan wuz afta Luis an' Adrian dubble-dick'd Mattie, Ah'd git a bunch of bruthas cumm up on stage - one atta time - poundin' Mattie's ass. But havin' hiz OWNERZ rape an' fist 'im on stage fo' almos' three hours wuz fuckin' EPIC! Ah'm givin' you twenny percent ov all da revenue we generatez frum da livestream an' da video sales!"  

The dreadlocked thug squeezes the stable stud's pouch. "Let yo' new stable stud rest fo' a bit ...  d'en we letz Mattie break in summ ov mah new prop'ety back on stage. You cain do az much hevvy-duty fuckin' and fistin' on da new slave meat as you want an' den do summ hardcore skullfuckin' to finish off."

A wide grin splits the black, eyeless face. "Sounds good!"

"An' befo' you leavez, Ah'll replace dem hinged cockrings wiff summ mo' comfo'table onez." Dani fondles slave's massive package through the thick pouch. "D'ose look much betta on video." 

The dreadlocked owner's face grows serious and he places his hands on his hips. "But, Ah'm goin' be a bit selfish now...". 

He grasps Mattie by the chin and gives him a firm kiss. "Ah reelly hopez dat wiff all da trainin' we dunn an' you becummin' da stable stud you wuz born t'be, you iz gonna keep up wiff da program an' stayz dis way, Mattie. You knowz how bein' like dis feelz... you knowz da rush dat non-stop suckin', fuckin' an' fistin givez you... An'  you cain alwayz comez back here any time you wantz, o' fo' summ 'speshful appearance' seshshuns an' videos!"

He continues. "An' you shood keepz goin' to da Black Gold Lounge too 'cause Ah seen you in ackshun d'ere an' you iz a natural! One AMAZIN' piece o' pure dirt-trade latino slave meat when you wantz t'be!"

"Dat iz, if'n Ray-Ray an' Benjie..." Dani pauses. "An' Charlie an' Tony iz willin' ..."

Mattie stretches his arms over his head, then does a double-biceps pose - making his entire upper body pop into amazing definition - and provocatively licks the engorged bicep - as his owner did on stage earlier - then folds his arms. He gives the assembled trio of thugs a wry grin.

"I don't think I have a choice, Dani. After being here for three months, I don't want this to end. It's not. This IS me now - I know after this performance this is who - or rather, what - I should be - just a naked, faceless, and hairless piece of jacked-up property in slave straps that's ready to service muscle-bruthas any way they want and breeding twunks at a sex club... an object having gigantic plugs in his guts all the time.. when his ass isn't filled with a cock or a fist or an arm... and being 'Inti' - a lowlife, latino hustler trawling for macho papis at BGL as often as I can." 

He turns his black, featureless head to his lover. "Is this okay with you, Ray? Benjie? Is this going to be okay with Charlie and Tony? Will you mind sharing your slave's holes with anyone willing to fill them?"

Ray-Ray looks at Benjie and the other black man nods and grins. "Ah thinkz we'd all luv it! But wat 'bout yo' job at Kriatos?"

"I'm only there a few days a week now anyway ... and I can cut that down as well. Eventually, I'll tell Uncle I want to do something else. Maybe at one of his not-so-legal businesses. Or stay here. I really don't need to work - I've got my trust funds." 

He turns to Dani. "Do you think Zack could darken my skin, too? Permanently? I want to solidify that grimy, uneducated appearance for me."

The club owner grins. "Ah thinkz he'd be okay wiff dat ... he cain do it gradual-like, so noboddy noticez da change right away. You wanna end up wiff somethin' like a boddy-builda's compa-tishun tan?"

Mattie pauses. "Exactly! With a more reddish undertone. I got a jar of Pro-Tan One Coat Instant Dark Bronze Top Coat Sheen and rubbed it all over me - where I could reach - with the brown contacts, that's just the sleazy, gutter-born hispanic look I want to emphasize, being the slave I am now... You don't mind me looking more ghetto, do you, Ray?" 

 

Ray-Ray shakes his head in wonder. "Jeez... fine wiff me, Mattie..."

"I also want to get one of those steel chastity cages as well. It hurt like hell going on, but the sensations were incredible when you guys were fucking and fisting me like there was no tomorrow!" 

Dani laughs. "Fuucckkk ... takez it, Mattie. Itz yours. Consider dat yo' final grad-u-ayshun gift frum me an' Baz."

The massive slave grabs his engorged crotch and grins as he assumes his broken Spanglish accent. "An' I know da cabrónes at da Black Gold Lounge will go loco seein' me in dat cage! They'll be like, 'Heyyy, Inti - who locked up your junk like dat???'  An' I tell them 'Mí poseedor don' want me usin' my dick no more without his okay... you know what a fuckin' puto I am!!!' "

Mattie strokes his chin. "An' mebbe all da patruellos at da Four-One would wanna piece of mí culo también?? I don' ask for nuthin' if they fuck me in uniform!" 

Ray gives his property a deep and brutal kiss as he fondles the ring protruding from the slave's ass . "Now, how 'bout you doin' summ pracktiss an' givin' me an' Benjie a good, shoulda-deep fistin' befo' you goez out on stage agin? Room 8 still 'vailable?"

Well, I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I apologize for taking so long for a new story (versus a product review), but I find I have a lot more energy writing down plot outlines than actually writing the entire story itself. At the moment, I have 15 other ideas in draft status. My original inspiration came from reading through a Facebook entry and came across the phrase "double-dicking."

This sparked my curiousity and after a Google image search, I wrote a description of what I was seeing and that in turn led to imagining Charlie, Tony and Mattie involved in such a threesome.  More and more details, were written, more and more conversations between the characters happened as I was lying in bed at night and BOOM! A new story was born.

And, in keeping up with technology, I used AI to create many of the images in the story as well. I have to say they did a fairy decent job, but there were definitely things that needed manual retouching.

The permanent muscular augmentation changes personality and attitudes just enough to cause this scenario to happen, which is the basic tenet of the many worlds interpretation.

Now that I've actually done a fairly extensive story again, I will definitely try to keep up my success and have more adventures for you this year! 

And as always, comments and suggestions are always welcome!