Many Worlds #1 - Inti - Promises Kept - Part II

(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.) 

INTI 

I left the duplex and headed over to Cam's apartment. When I tried to enter the building, the doorman stopped me with an arrogant and disgusted look on his face. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm gonna visit a friend. Anything wrong with that?" 

"We don't allow low-class scum like you in this building. Get lost."

"Well, fuck you, pendejo!" I pulled out my phone and called Cam. 

"Hey guapo, I'm downstairs but this fuckin' doorman won't let me in. He says no 'low-class scum' in the building."

"I'll take care of it, Inti."

In a moment, the doorman's phone rang. I could hear Cam on the other side ripping him a new one. "Yes, Mr. Cooke. He just arrived. Yes, big, bald Latino guy. Yes. Yessir. Sorry about the misunderstanding, sir."

I got another dirty look. "You can go up. It's apartment 22C." As I passed by, I heard him mutter under his breath. "Scumbag." I grinned. Just the impression I like giving - a dirt-trade, hypermuscular Latino fucker wth a short temper.

I got into one of the elevators and took it to the twenty-second floor. When I stepped off, I looked around to locate the apartment - it was on my right. Before I could knock, the door was flung open and I was greeted by the investment banker. 

"Inti!" 

"Dayumm, ese ... you look fuckin' amazin' !!" 

He was wearing a white string tank and rower shorts that accentuated and highlighted his newly well-muscled form. Damn, those changes ARE impressive - he's only taking conjugated Transanabol and Erotropin... and he did get taller...he's looking a lot like me before I became a sex-slave.

Cam ushered me into the apartment and pulled me into a hug. "I feel amazing as well! You look as sexy as ever! Have a seat!"

I plopped down on the large sofa and manspread on the soft leather. Cam looked hungrily at my crotch.

"I've been waiting for this for weeks!" 

He knelt in front of me and untied my Timberlands, then removed my socks. He then gently unzipped my shorts and I lifted myself up so he could pull them off. I was naked and my steel-ringed package was already swollen and purpled with lust. A dribble of pre-cum was already coming out of my piss slit.

"Mother of God..." Cam breathed as he stroked my shaft. He brought himself closer and closer to my cock and began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. Soon it was dripping with his saliva and his mouth closed over my mushroom head; to my amazement, he continued to swallow my shaft. I was shocked when he consumed all ten massive inches of my cock and established a steady rhythm of slamming my cock down his throat.

I groaned as I felt my cockhead swell and I exploded down his gullet. All this time he hadn't choked once and when I finished, he pulled out smiled.

"How was that, Inti? Good?"

"Fuckin' A, Cam!! Fuckin' A!!!"

"I've been getting good practice at the gym. No one's as big as you though." He grinned. "Or as tasty."

I stood up and gave him an evil grin. "Now how about some heavy-duty skullfucking?" I grabbed his head and shoved my tool down his throat in one motion until my balls hit him on the chin. Then I set up a punishing cadence as the next load of cum slid down his throat.

After three more massive explosions, I pulled out and Cam lay gasping on the parquet flooring while I dropped back down onto the sofa. "Damn, that was fantastic Inti! I didn't think I could take all of you... but I did! I've been using a throat spray to help me with sucking dicks, and it hasn't failed me yet!"

"You're a Grade A cocksucker, Cam! Lookin' like you do now, dressin' down an' oilin' up, you can make some nice money blowing off blue-collar guys! Keep up the good work and pretty soon, you won't need that spray any more, either!" May as well get those thoughts running through his head.

He slowly levered himself up and used the couch to get to his feet. "Be right back..."

In a few moments he returned with a large container of HyperLube and a Coke; he unscrewed the lid and the strong odor of the powerful lube wafted into the room. He handed me the can; I popped the tab and took a swallow. "So you want me to slowfuck you first, or not?"

"Whatever you want to do, Inti. Completely up to you. Just make sure you use lots of lube. You're gigantic." His voice was already considerably hoarser after the brutal skullfucking I gave him.

I got up and walked around the apartment. "Stretch over the dining room table, guapo. That way, you'll have something to hold on to while I powerfuck your ass..." I went back to the living room and grabbed the HyperLube, slathering my cock with a heavy coating. Cam had pulled himself tautly over the table with his ass hanging over the end and I proceeded to pack his hole with the greasy material as well. Once I was satisfied we were both ready, I grabbed his waist and shoved myself into his guts in one powerful thrust.

"Arrrggghhhh!" Cam screamed as I penetrated him. Like my skullfucking, I quickly set up a punishing rhythm of slamming myself completely into his guts so my balls his asscheeks, then pulled out and slammed in again. I grunted as I felt myself getting ready to explode and roared as another explosion of my cum filled his guts. 

I was able to fill Cam's insides five more times. At that point, I was spent and flopped into one of the dining room chairs; Cam just slid down onto the floor as thick, silvery goo dribbled out of his ass.

"That... that... that was magnificent...." He panted as he smiled up at me. "Inti, you are fantastic..."

I grinned at the compliment. "Jus' doin' what I do, guapo... you havin' a good time? Like bein' horsefucked?"

He nodded weakly. "I love getting pounded like this... This is a night I'll never forget..."

I pulled the jar of HyperLube over and began coating my hand and lower arm. "You still wanna get fisted?"

He gave me a weak smile. "Hell, yes, Inti..." He coughed as he shakily stood up, my jizz dripping out of his ass and making a silvery puddle on the wood floor.

I returned the smile with a bright, brilliant one of my own. "Stretch over the table again, lindo..."

Slowly, the investment banker pulled himself across the table again. Once he was in position, I slipped one greased finger into his rosebud.

"Fistin' is a lot harder than jus' a regular horsefuck, Cam. Newbies like you gotta be broke in first. But practice makes perfect. At some point in the future, you're gonna be able to take my whole arm. Up.  To. My. Shoulder." I slapped his ass with each word.  "But por esta noche, we're jus' gonna do my fist."

I slipped another finger into his hole. "We go slow an' easy the first time around, so you get used to takin' something real big an' wide into your guts..."

Third finger. Cam squirmed a bit. "See? Nice and slow. I got three fingers inside of you now." I twisted the digits around in his ass. 

I pulled out and went back in with everything but my thumb. He was now definitely writhing around in pain. "Now we got four fingers in. Feel good?" I was rotating my hand inside of his hole.

"It hurts, but feels good too..." He was starting to pant.

I pulled out. "Okay, on the count of three, I'm gonna tuck in my thumb an' fist your ass. Ready?"

He nodded weakly.

"Okay, putito... One..." My four fingers started penetrating his hole.

"Two..." My fingers twisted around and went deeper.

"Three!" I shoved my hand into his ass. My fist vanished into his guts and his assring tightly gripped my wrist. 

"Oh God!!!" Cam wept and pounded the table as I twisted my hand inside of his intestines.

"How you feelin', Cam?"

"Don't stop, Inti ... don't ... stop...I... I...I need this..." He panted with exertion as I continued to rotate my hand inside of him and opened my fist and tickled his guts. I pulled out and then pushed in again, this time going a little further. I continued forcing myself into him a bit deeper each time until most of my forearm disappeared into his hole. "Damn, Cam ... you're swallowin' my whole lower arm! That's a big win for a first-time fistpig!" After a bit more exploration, I pulled out and inserted a large, soft buttplug into his ass and gave it a gentle pat. "That makes sure you keep all that cum inside you tonight. Lefa is good for you!"

"Thanks, Inti... you're the best. " Cam slid onto the floor again, panting with exertion. He tried to stand up, but flopped down once again. "Shit..."

I lifted him off the floor and carried him over to the sofa. He closed his eyes and sighed.  "Jus' relax, Cam ... you did a lot of work tonight. You're almost a Grade-A puto now! Jus' gotta work on your endurance. I think you got the makings to be a real good fuckboy trainer, too! I had a great time. Mil gracias."

He gave me a weak grin. 

"Cam??"

His eyes open blearily and slowly focused on me. 

"You wanna be like me?"

At his confused look, I continued. "Big? Really big? Bein' a fuckboy an' a stable stud - a fuckboy trainer?"

He nodded. "I want to be like you, Inti." He paused. "I've got more than enough money to live on for the rest of my life if I'm careful. Screw Parker-Veridian. I want to be just like you, Inti. I want to be a big muscular male whore and just concentrate on working out, fucking, and getting fucked and fisted all the time." 

 This was even better than I had hoped. "You wanna look like me, too?"

"Huh?"

"You want to be a big hairless Latino, too? Cam?" He had passed out and his muscular chest moved slowly under the sweaty tank top.

I gave him a gentle kiss. "Sleep well, guapo. We'll talk some more tomorrow." I cleaned myself off with some paper towels from the kitchen, got dressed and quietly left the apartment. 

It was only 9pm. I had plenty of time to go back to the duplex and slip on my chastity cage. I still needed to get my ass plowed by as many guys as I could find until morning and I enjoyed the pain and discomfort the steel device gave me during these encounters. 

* * *

INTI - The Next Morning...

I was working at the GrindHouse today and I called Cam when I had a break.

 
"Hey, guapo! How you feeling today?"

"Hey Inti... feeling good ... feeling great actually. I decided to take a day off. I'm a little sore from the fucking  and fisting, but not as much as I expected. After I took a shower, I could see I've actually gotten bigger and taller since yesterday morning.... it the cum, isn't it? That's why you used the butt plug last night. The more I get, the bigger I become, right? I'm also horny as hell today ... I needed to jerk off several times already. That plug feels great... I like the feel of my ass being stuffed all the time, too."

I told Chuy he didn't miss a trick. I laughed. "You should be puttin' that manjuice of yours into some willing chicitos!!  Ummm...there's some drugs you're gettin' at the gym in your shakes an' on the towels that make you get bigger an' more horny. Cum kicks the drugs into overdrive."

"How do you know about that?"

Here it goes. "Your gym - an' a bunch of other gyms - use those drugs for gettin' results. My gym does too. Regular members get a watered-down version of the drugs. I took a much stronger version of the drugs an' with workin' out 7-8 hours a day - I got to my size and abilities."

Cam paused. "I meant what I said last night, Inti. I want to be just like you. Can I get the same version of the drugs you took?"

"I wasn't kiddin' when said last night you're pretty much a Grade-A fuckboy already, Cam. Those versions of the drugs only get given to certain people. An' I think you got the potential to be a fuckboy trainer - a stable stud - too. Like me. I can introduce you to the people that can make that happen, but you gotta be ready to commit to the program one-hunred percent."

"What does that involve?"

"First off, you gotta agree give up your current life an' become a slave. You gotta agree to become somebody's property. You gotta be willing to do whatever you owner tells you to do whenever he wants it." 

"What else?" So far so good.

"You gotta be willin' to spend 7-8 hours a day workin' out an' durin' that time, you're gonna be ordered to get fucked or suck off anyone your trainer tells you. You mess up, you get punished. You could get punishment-fucked, you could get sealed up in rubber for a coupla days, you could get electro-torture. Hell, you could even get beaten or whipped."

"Durin' your trainin' period, you gotta wear a latex hood with a locked collar and locked rubber straps 'round your wrists, ankles and biceps. Pretty soon, bein' naked with just some black rubber is gonna feel normal. Wearin' clothes ain't gonna feel right any more. When you ain't getting fucked, you gotta keep a big buttplug in your ass. When you ain't trainin' an' you're at home, you gotta keep a screw-dildo up your chute too. Only time your hole is empty is when you gotta take a dump. Otherwise, it's always filled with a buttplug, a cock or a fist."

"If you pass your trainin', you're gonna be put on display in front of a bunch of guys at a sex club an' get fucked and fisted for hours. Your "graduation" is gonna make what I did to you last night seem like a piece of cake. You gotta be able to take it all without makin' a peep. You also gotta wear a chastity cage for that too. If you're standin' after all of that, you're a stable-stud. You can work for the owner of the sex club an' help out with processin' new slaves, or you can run another gym for the owner an' get members ready to become sex slaves - they get shipped all over the world to interested buyers. An' you can also get yourself owned by someone else an' still do all of that stuff - with his permission. The sex club an' all the gyms are owned by a big black guy an' a Russian mobster."

Cam had been quiet the whole time I was explaining the process. I hope I didn't scare him off. 

"I want to do it, Inti."

"This is a big step, lindo... you sure?"

"Uh-huh. I had been thinking about my life after I started going to the gym. I'm tired of all of the crap at Veridian-Parker. The backbiting. The court intrigue. Last night with you just cemented those feelings and everything just clicked into place after what you told me now."

"Okay, lemme set up a meet with the people that'll figger out if you're stable-stud material, which I think you are...I gotta say, my opinion carries a lot of weight when it comes to shit like this."

"One more thing. When you become a stable-stud, you gotta get a new identity too. Can't have any trackback to who you used to be. They handle that too. New face, new prints, new teeth - everything."

"They can do that?" He sounded shocked.

"They can do anything. You could stay a white guy with a completely different face. You could be a black guy. Or an Asian. You can get scars and tats. Diff'rent hair too. Or no hair. You also get artificial memories of the new person you're gonna be an' a whole new identity in the system." I paused. "I think you'd look fuckin' amazin' as a big bald Latino like me."

"Damn... YES! I want to get the same response from everyone that Paul gave you yesterday at the entrance to the apartment building! Jeez, this is fantastic!! I'd want to be a huge muscled Latino like you, Inti. That would be a dream come true!"

"I was so worn out last night I didn't pay you ... what do I owe you?"

"Nada, ese. It was muy bueno fuckin' an' fistin' you last night."

"You're the best, Inti - I can't wait for the meeting!"

* * *

Seven Months Later

Enrique Sosa - formerly the investment banker 'Cameron Cooke' - waited on the now-empty stage while Dani removed the locks from his equipage and then worked on removing the steel chastity device from his gigantic package. The new Latino stable stud peeled off the eyeless latex mask and grinned at the dreadlocked owner of the Greasetank.

"You wuz GREAT tonite, Ricky! Whatta show!"

"Gracias, Señor. I was happy I was able to get fucked an' fisted for six hours. Glad I made all the guys in the audience happy! Havin' your cock down my throat felt great! An' mi dildo feels especactular too!" A large screw dildo had been twisted into his guts at the end of his 'graduation' and the heavy steel ring pressed against his rosebud was the only evidence of the massive plug within him.

"You did mo' than that! Inti shure knowz how to recruit Grade-A stable-studs!"

Ricky smiled. The bald Latino bodybuilder had large QR codes on both boulder-sized deltoids and three large gleaming steel cockrings around his package; that combination showed off his stable stud slave status to the world. In addition, a Spartan warrior was inked on his slabbed left pectoral and an elaborate knight with angel wings and a broadsword covered his back. He struggled to pull a skimpy orange thong over his gigantic, steel-shod package.

"Ah'm gotta put you in charge of the Cinderblock gym. Dat's in Brooklyn. You cain go there 'bout fo' days a week, an' you can spend da rest of da time here, helpin' out Baz and Lasse."

"Sounds like a plan, Señor. Thank you for takin' me on an' makin' me the piece of slave-meat I am now."

The huge, black bodybuilder smiled. "An' stop callin' me dat - itz jus' 'Dani', okay? You iz one excellent addition! Ah cain see we iz gonna get lotsa prime slave meat t'sell frum you!"

Dani paused. "You like Chuy and Tito?"

Ricky grinned. "They're fantastic! I can see why Inti an' Berto are so happy with them as their owners. Smart, sweet an' brutal when it comes to fucking an' fisting! They worked me over las' week to get me ready for my graduation!"

Dani smiled. "Dat's good. You gonna get owned by Tommy Namisato. He's a Sergeant at da Four-One precinct. Same station as Chuy an' Tito. Big Asian mutherfucka.  He wuz da one dat had da winnin' ticket to fuck an' fist you afta your Graduation."

"That was him?"

"Yeah. I sorta 'arranged' fo' him t'get dat ticket. I knew you two wood be great together. He's in Room 7 right now. Why don' you go in an' introduce yo'self to your new owner? Suck him off an' let 'him fuck an' fist you again..."

Ricky was grinning from ear to ear. "Gracias, Sir! I mean, Dani! Mil gracias! Thank you so much! He headed off the stage and hurried to service his new Master.

* * *

Well, I didn't expect a second part to this story, and it looks like a third may be in the making as well!

I've been kind of stuck on a plumber story along the Many Worlds 1.2 universe, so I decided to take a break from trying to write that and do something different. Hope you enjoyed the episode! 

 

 

 

 

Many Worlds #1 - Inti - Promises Kept

(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.) 

INTI

I was dressed for sex. Or rather, undressed.

I was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts, white socks and some worn Timberland work boots. No shirt. 

I was commando except for the three steel cockrings around my junk and my four-inch MEO buttplug; I had rubbed a light coat of Axe "Dark Temptation" oil over my body, giving it a sexual gleam that couldn't be ignored. 

Chuy was going on third watch this evening and I was looking forward to spending the night visiting my regular clients at the firehouse, biker bar and the Black Gold Lounge -- getting myself stuffed in both ends by a variety of well-built and sex-hungry men. 

Before that, however, there was something I needed to do. 

I pulled out the card that was in my wallet and dialed the number that was written on the back. After a few rings, Cameron Cooke picked up.

"Hello?"

"Cam, it's Inti."

"Inti! I haven't seen you in a while - I was worried about you. Are you okay? I'm sorry I haven't been around for you lately. I've missed you."

He was such a considerate guy...and I knew he meant every word he said.

"I'm okay, guapo. I jus' wanted to let you know that mi poseedor took the cage off me. I'm horny as hell right now. You still want me to fuck your ass? 'Cause you were the first guy I thought of."

"Well, I've been going to an uptown gym - getting in better shape. I started going just because I wanted to be stronger to take whatever you want to do to me... but, I've really begun to enjoy the workouts and being in the gym and I've gotten a lot bigger and more muscular too. I'm really amazed at my progress"

"What's the name of this place?"

"Skid Row Power and Iron."

Damn, that was one of Dani's places.

"You get protein shakes there an' shit?"

"I do! They really seem to help with my weightlifting and stamina... I ...uh... paid one of the trainers to fuck me - all the time I was fantasizing it was you - that seemed to be the thing that turned the corner for me ... all of a sudden, I starting packing on REAL muscle and definition after that." He chuckled. "I'm breeding or getting bred every time I go to the gym... and I'm getting bigger every week! I swear to God that I've even grown a few inches as well! Everyone at work is looking at me differently too. I've had to buy a couple of new suits for my new physique! Feels great not to be one of the also-rans at Veridian-Parker any more!"

Well, that's the transanabol and erotropin kicking into high gear... 

"Who's the lucky fucker at Skid Row?"

"His name is Winston. I'm almost as big as him now! He's about two-thirds your size. Nice guy, but not as nice as you."

"Are you free tonight?"

"I'm free now! I just got back from the gym! You want to come over?"

"Sure, lindo. Where you live?" The investment banker rattled off an address that was only several blocks away from my duplex.

"Inti? Do you think I could suck your cock before you fuck me? I want to get filled up on both ends with as much of your Guatemalan cum as I can."

"I don' see why not, Cam."

He paused. "Would you also fist me?"

"What?!"

He backpedaled. "Only if you want to... I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

It was my turn to chuckle. "It's not that, guapo. I jus' don' know if you'll be up to all of that ... exercise... We're gonna have really ruff fuckin' sex 'cause I ain't holdin' back nuthin' tonight..."

He laughed. "I'm a lot stronger than I used to be, Inti. I'll be fine. When will I see you?"

"Gimme about half an hour. You want me to call you when I'm downstairs?"

"Sounds good! See you soon!" 

The investment banker hung up - I had a thoughtful look on my face when Chuy came into the room. As usual, he was wearing only a skimpy thong brief that did nothing to disguise his massive steel-shod cock and balls. His eyes roamed over my oiled body and licked his lips. "You look and smell like a gay wet dream. Who was that?"

"A client. One of the investment bankers. The sweet one. It turns out he's been going to one of Dani's gyms. He paid one of the trainers to fuck him - and now he's packing on muscle like crazy."

"Has he made the connection yet?"

"I don't know, amor. Maybe. I  think so. He's super-smart. I'll try to hint around that when I visit. I'm going over to see him now and after that, I'll be trolling for cock all night. But this raises an interesting possibility..."

At Chuy's quizzical glance, I continued. "I think we have another potential stable stud in the making... and another manager for one of Dani's gyms. He's got the right attitude for running a slave operation."

My husband give me a bright white grin. "You think he would want to get Darkened?"

I smiled back. "Once he knows what he's been ingesting, I think he'll be open to getting injected with the pure versions of the drugs. He seems to be reacting to the watered-down versions extremely well. When he gets as big as us and Berto, we're looking at another bald Latino sex machine!"

Many Worlds #1 - Stable Studs Unmasked!

Some of you readers have been asking about Baz and Lasse - Dani's prime stable studs. I thought you'd like to see them without their masks; one would normally only catch them like this right after a shower or if they are running special errands for the owner of the Greasetank where the use of a realistic mask over their eyeless latex masks is not appropriate...

Both prefer to wear as little as possible as often as possible - just their latex masks and collars, strapping and jockpouches... after all, they ARE Dani's property. They wear their triple-cock rings all the time as a testament to their status and virility...

Many Worlds #1 - Desperate Times...

 ... call for desperate measures.  

After the violent attack on City Councilman Lester Carter, the mayor was forced to take a more active and aggressive stance on policing, and a major reduction in services and attitudes "coddling" wrongdoers - much to the relief of the law enforcement rank and file.

Because of materiel used in Carter's and other recent victims' attacks and the sheer brutality of the crimes, Pentatech Corp (actually a front corporation for The Castle) was engaged to develop armor to protect the police force, engage the perpetrators and neutralize them. 

Of course, the Four-One volunteered to test out the AEGIS suits, which borrowed heavily from the designs of the Mjolnir armor from HALO... Chuy Calderon was selected for the initial testing.

* * *

"I can't believe how light this feels!" Chuy Calderon (formerly Charlie Hawke - before his permanent Darkening) felt the armor laid out on the table.

"Well, the material is built that way, and you get a lot of bang for the buck!" Carter Woodsman grinned. The Pentatech technician picked up portions of the armor as the Latino police officer stripped down to just an electric blue thong and UnderArmour compression tee. The two technicians proceeded to attach the armor onto the promethean police officer, explaining items along the way. 

"The suit has built-in environmental controls which you can control by voice commands or the command pad on your left forearm. The suit also provides a boost of about 500% of your strength and speed and can stop depleted uranium bullets at 20 feet."

"Dayummm... you guys aren't messin' around..."

Sam Koslowski - the other technician - grinned. "Nope. Nothing too good for you guys." He continued with the (substantial) codpiece area and hip armor and moved to attach the backplate. "All with maximum flexibility and maximum protection."

"There's going to be a training period as you get used to the enhancements in the suit and to your reaction times as well. We'll get you up and running at peak efficiency in a few hours."

The techs stopped for a moment; there was only the armor for the upper arms and the helmet remaining. 

"Everything good, Officer Calderon?"

Chuy twisted from side to side, flexed his arms, bent his knees and did a few dance steps. He stared down at his hands in amazement.

"It feels great! It's almos' like I'm not even wearin' it!"

"That's the way it should be!" Sam handed Chuy a Smith&Wesson Model 29 Revolver. The police officer tried putting armored fingers through the grip and made a face. 

"I'm gonna need a different gun, fellas - I don' think my service Glock is gonna be any better..."

"We know - that also part of the training and assimilation. This isn't for shooting. What I want you to do is hold it in one hand and grasp the barrel in the other."

Sam tapped a few buttons on the forearm pad. "Now, twist and bend the barrel."

With a skeptical look, the Latino did as he was told and was amazed at the result. The gun twisted and collapsed in his armored hands like Play-Doh.

"¡Chingame! That's amazin' !!!" He handed the twisted metal back to the technician.

Both techs chuckled. "Just wait until you put on the helmet and all the systems are interlocked!"

Calderon stared down at himself and grinned. 

"C'mon officer - let's get you finished up and you can show off to the rest of the Four-One!"