RICKY
"Inti, I think I overcooked 'em."
I was talking with Inti Valdarama in the locker room of Skid Row Power and Iron - the man that had brought me into this world of designer drugs, incredible technology, and the modern slave trade. I had originally been an investment banker and Inti was a hustler I called whenever I had the need for having my cock sucked or raping his ass. Everything changed when I had asked the massive Latino to do to me what I had done to him - I had been skull-fucked, horse-raped and fisted by the big man; at that point, I realized that I needed to be just like him - a dirt-trade fuckboy just out for sex. Inti had introduced me to the owner of the Greasetank sex club and I had been initiated into a reality of domination, pain, punishment and extreme muscular development. When I 'graduated' from the strenuous program after fourteen weeks, I was nearly as massive as Inti and I decided to become a hypermuscular bald Latino like him - as I said, the technology - to change one person into someone completely different - was amazing ... and terrifying. I was put in charge of managing the gym - developing the members to become meat to be sold to the highest bidder - but something happened with my first set of potential slaves - Richard, Joze, Cruz and Carlin.
"What do you mean, Ricky?" Inti looked at me with his dark, brown-black eyes and a concerned look on his face.
"I mean, I did too good a job on the boys. They've progressed so far from what a typical proto-slave should be. I set my first goal for them - ten more pounds of muscle, I'd get them nip rings. Fifteen more, they could start getting inked permanently. They worked their tails off an' did what I asked. An' they just kept gettin' bigger an' more ripped every week. The slave mindset is there -- they do what I tell them, but they sometimes question me an' come up with better ideas. They wear plugs an' chastity - most of the time - I gave 'em their keys since I trust 'em to stay locked up, an' they do. They're all in for hard an' rough sex - I started them off at the Black Gold Lounge an' now they're a regular attraction. Sure, I told 'em how they should act, but they took those pointers an' ran with 'em - you've seen the increase in the take from the bar; an' I just started 'em at the Devil's Chain - the bikers can't get enough of them either! Deuce an' Reaper had to break up a couple of fights because some of the guys felt the other gang members were hogging the merchandise. Joze told me that after Reaper had horsefucked him in one of the back rooms, he just spooned into him and cuddled him for a while. He said, quote 'Just shut the fuck up... I want to hold you, okay?' unquote."
"Now, that is a surprise..." Inti rubbed his chin.
"So... they're more like your assistants than slaves, right?"
"Exactly! I can't just drop 'em off at the Greasetank an' leave 'em there... they're family now. I'd be worried if their owners are takin' care of 'em properly an' they'd be gettin' the care an' attention they deserve."
"I know exactly how you feel, amigo. I had the same problem with one of my slaves. I sent him to the Greasetank, but I just couldn't let him be sold. I had my owner buy him, and got him started on stable stud training - just like you. He's the property of my owner's partner, and it's been perfect for both of them."
"I'm afraid to tell Dani what happened... will you come with me when I see him?"
Inti gave me a crooked smile. "No worries. Let me talk to Dani." The big Latino paused.
"You said they're fine with hard and rough sex... are they versatile?"
I nodded. "They like catchin' more than pitchin', except with each other, but I haven't had a single complaint when someone wants to get punishment-fucked by one of 'em, or needs to have a big, thick cock shoved their throat."
"When you're not here, how do they act?"
"They stick with their training. Also tend to fuck 'emselves a lot. The cameras record everything. If they're wearin' their cages, they take them off an' then put them back on after the orgy. But they always take care of the other gym members as well. When I return, it's like four puppies all excited I'm back. Want to meet them?"
"Definitely!"
The two of us left the locker room and entered the main area of the gym. The boys were unmistakable with their massive physiques, dark, styled hair, skimpy thongs, shiny steel nip rings and full tattoo sleeves running down a massive arm each. Inti watched as they circulated amongst the gym's clientele, greeting some with hugs, helping others with their form, spotting others ... all in all, they were perfect assistants to me.
"They are quite impressive... I can see what you mean. They definitely aren't just slave material any more. Handsome as hell, too. Great attitudes. They wouldn't be the ripped and shredded fuckboys they are now without you, Ricky."
We stood for a while as Inti closely watched all their moves. I could see the gears turning in his head as the four continued their activities on the gym floor.
"You know Dani and Yevgeny also run a broadcast and video operation?"
I nodded. "I was featured inna couple of videos in my slave gear - black latex hood, collar an' straps. When I started I was one of many being 'punished' by Baz or Lasse or one of the others. Near my graduation, I was the one doin' the 'punishing' - I had a great time in either role."
"Okay, the situation is more than salvageable. You just got four exceptional talents that happened to react to the transanabol and erotropin like you did and you developed them the best you knew how - and that development didn't quite go according to the regular plan."
"You can tell them that in addition to working here - and getting paid - plus going out for servicing men and collecting the windfalls from the clientele - they will also be getting top billing in porn videos, and receiving salaries and royalties for their roles."
My mouth dropped open in shock.
Inti paused. "After seeing them, I think Yevgeny will also want them available for private sessions and special projects. There's only a few of us that do those - you'd be amazed at the VIP list that needs to be used and abused by guys like us ... or them." He pointed to two of the four. "Those two will be put in the special program right away."
"That's Richard an' Cruz... they're the de facto leaders of the group."
"I can tell! I'll speak with Yevgeny about adding you to the roster as well." Inti clapped me on the back. "Feel better?"
"You've taken a big load off my shoulders, Inti - thank you!"
"Ah, de nada, bud... You did right thing asking for my help. Slave training is a science and an art - you'll learn the right touch to start feeding the pipeline soon enough."
I pulled the big Latino into a kiss and we wound up devouring each other until we had to catch our breath.
"Introduce me to your boys?"
"Sure!" I gave a sharp whistle and the foursome looked up and I waved them over.
