(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
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."
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!"
"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 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 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 follow 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 gasmask-type 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.
Baz herded the group, away for rubberization and packaging. Beck starts 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."
* * *
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 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 had. 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 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 version you got as slaves was a conjugated version - not the grade the stable-studs and the guys at Chuy's precinct took. 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."
* * *
BECKETTSome time passed with Inti in the large and well-appointed kitchen when I heard the door to the apartment open and some 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? What do you think, Tito?"
The other policeman nodded. "Real well-put together, too. Chuy told me about your purchase, and 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 and 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 in 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 repetitions, 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.
* * *
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.
"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 more definition, 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. 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 enhanced 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 repeatedly by numerous firemen and biker gang members.
After the long subway ride and walk, we arrived in Brooklyn 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. "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 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 to have the artificial memories to be implanted successfully. You're probably not going to remember much of anything that happens from now on and if you do, everything 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.
* * *
"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 ever 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 slumped into the chair.
Zack patted my arm. "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.)
"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 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 for 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 too that my cock with swelling with every stroke of my fingers.
"Want to see the new you?"'
"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 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 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 was when he got back to Zack's place and I received my first brutal horsefucking as a Latino from my 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 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 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' with 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 the young Nicaraguan. "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.
* * *
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 amazing 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 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 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 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 by my final transformation. A bigger, rougher and even more powerful 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 on 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 are 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!"
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.
* * *
He grinned and motioned me to strip down to my thong. He 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 hear a pin drop 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's 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 matress 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 rollled his massive shoulders to loosen up and relax.
The stable-stud's package was imprisoned and straining within an elaborate steel chastity cage which kept his balls pulled 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 a lot. It's a great feelin' to put that on when you're out trollin' for cock all night to get your holes stuffed. 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 speaker 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 continually dripping out of both holes and producing substantial pools of grey goo. 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 screamed as he unloaded a load of jism into his 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 a 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 laughter 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 and joy on my face. Berto saw my expression and snuggled closer to me to read it as well. His eyes widened in awe as well 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 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' harder!"
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!
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