Many Worlds #1.2 - The Plumber's Tale

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10:07 AM

"GOD-DAMMIT!!! INTI!" 

Inti and I were house-sitting for Mattie's cousin Adrian - he was a very successful house-flipper - buying low, fixing up and selling high. He had been called away unexpectedly and asked us if we could please stay in his newest acquisition for a few days. I was trying to fix a leaky pipe in the kitchen when it just ... crumbled ... and sprayed me and the entire room with water. My stable-stud ran into the kitchen, slipped on the floor and landed on his ass.

"Go downstairs and turn off the damned water!" He levered himself up and rushed into the basement; I could hear him swearing loudly in Greek looking for the shutoff valve. In a few moments, the water stopped and he came up the stairs. I was dripping wet from head to toe and I gave him a very, dirty look.

"Remind me the next time Adrian asks for something to tell him to go fuck himself..."

* * *

Inti continued cursing fluently in Greek as we tried to remove the standing water from the kitchen floor with anything we had. After some back-breaking labor, it was finally just damp. Digging around, my husband found a list of contractors Adrian used and after toweling ourselves dry, I flipped through it to see if there were any plumbing entries.

"Aha! Burke and Sons Plumbing!" I picked up my cell and dialed the number. After a few rings, it picked up.

"Burke and Sons. Brian speaking. How may I help you?" The speaker had a noticeable Irish brogue.

"Hi - we're house-sittin' for Adrian Galani and we jus' had a major flood in the kitchen. Can you help?" Since I didn't know this guy, I was automatically speaking with my heavy Spanglish accent.

"We sure can, boyo. What's the address?"

"1701 Dudley Av'nue."

Brian made a rude noise. "That fookin' dilapidated shack... I told Adrian he should have passed that one over. Oh well, it could have been much worse if you weren't there - whole basement could have flooded, electrical fires, God only knows what. We'll be there in about an hour, my lad. No worries."

* * *

11:15AM

Brian was as good as his word. In a bit over an hour, a van pulled up with "Burke and Sons Plumbing" on the side. Two heavily muscled Hispanics got out of the vehicle - both had shaved heads, wearing dark tank tops, short cutoff jeans and scuffed workboots with slouched white socks. The two sauntered up to the front door and rang the bell.

"Hi fellas, you called?" I was shocked to hear the voice over the phone belonging to a dark-skinned, hypermuscular bald Latino with a bright white smile and diamond studs in his ears. I had been expecting a slightly overweight older white guy.

"You're Brian?" 

"In the flesh!" He grinned. "Bit of a surprise, I take it?" He folded his arms over this chest, making his entire upper body pop into extreme definition.

Inti and I were taken aback for a moment, but recovered quickly. We knew that the Darkening process had become commercially available, but this was our first time seeing results up close and personal. 

The other Latino gave us a big grin as well. "Hi, I'm Dylan. Brian's my dad."

"Let's see what mess Adrian left for me to clean up." He paused and gave Inti and me a sly smile. "I can see you two lads decided to get Darkened as well."

"No, we're from Guatemala. I'm Chuy an' this is Inti."

Brian gave us a look. "Would ya stop?? You two are too damn handsome, too tall and too fookin' built to be real Latinos...."

Dylan spoke up. "Dad - rumor has it that the real early guys that got Darkened got hypnosis. They couldn't admit what happened to them and couldn't say who they used to be. Wow... you guys look fantastic!" Dylan was as massive as his father - perhaps a bit more so - and had a bright innocent smile. Both looked in their twenties, with Brian looking a bit older (but not by much) and having a slight bit of dark stubble on his face.

Brian raised his brows. "Hmmmpphhh... Show me where the leak started, boys." The older plumber tsked when he looked under the sink and then went downstairs. Inti and I followed him down.

He made a face. "Looks like the entire pipe rotted out - and your faucet was ready to go as well - we'll have to replace everything from the sink down to the main."

Dylan came back into the kitchen with two buckets of tools from the truck. He looked at his father's face. "That bad, huh?"

"I'm going to the plumbing supply on Gephardt. We need to replace everything from the sink down to the main. Be back in a bit. Don't worry, lads - we'll get this all fixed up today! Dylan, start disconnecting everything you can and get rid of all the rotted pipe before I get back." The elder plumber whistled as he left the house, leaving Dylan with the two of us.

"Would you like something to drink? Soda?"

The young Latino gratefully accepted the cool can. "Thanks." 

"What made you two decide to get Darkened?"

Dylan popped the tab and took a sip. "Well, dad was starting to slow down and he couldn't afford to retire. I'm still just a journeyman, so we couldn't afford to live on just what I could bring in.  He started taking the Supplements - you know, Transanabol and Erotropin - to help him keep up. They started working pretty quickly - he felt better and stronger, had more energy and started to put on muscle."

The younger plumber leaned against the countertop. "Then he started getting really horny ... all the time. I caught him checking out young guys on the street and his cock was always ready to burst out of his pants! He finally decided to go to a gay bar and satisfy himself - he got himself drunk and he told me he spent the night sucking, fucking and getting pounded by some big beefy guys as well."

"He wasn't embarrassed to tell you that?"

Dylan grinned. "I'm gay and dad has always been fine with that. Must be something in the water in this town, but most of dad's friends' kids are gay too. We all know each other..." He paused and chuckled."...in the Biblical sense... I used the college money my grandma gave me to get on the Supplements and work on getting Darkened. I knew since I was sixteen I wanted to get big and ripped and look like a raunchy, rough-trade Latino. I never liked school and I always wanted to be a plumber like dad." He popped a bicep and kissed it, giving the two of us a wanton look. 

Inti whistled. "Follame..."

"The next morning, he found that he was even bigger and more muscular than before -- must have been all that cum that got pumped into him. He started having gay sex all the time. I was already bigger and more ripped than he was, but he caught up pretty quickly and we both started getting much more massive as well. Dad also started to look younger and younger. Pretty soon, we looked like brothers."

Dylan took another sip of the soda. "When the time came for me to take the final step and get Darkened, the place offered us a family discount and we took it. Dad hadn't planned on getting becoming a Latino, but that was the best decision ever for him. Once his buddies saw what a fantastic change it was, they started saving up for it as well. So a lot of the oldtimer tradesmen - plumbers, electricians, carpenters, masons - are now young, dark, and horny as hell - and business is booming. Most guys become Latinos, but a few decided to turn into black men."

He pulled out his cell. "My best friend Jerry started the Supplements at the same time as me and we got Darkened a day apart. Jerry was one of the guys that decided to become black." The young plumber showed Inti and me the before and after pics. "He works with his dad as well.  They're electricians. His dad became black, but with a full head of long dreadlocks! Sex with Jerry was great before, but after we got Darkened, it's been off the charts! Mr. Matheson is a great fucker too! I'm limping for days after he finishes with me! Jerry enjoys my dad pounding his ass as well, so we all have a bunch of really close friends and fuck-buddies! Here's some pics of them now." 

"Dios... they are dos negros guapisimos!" In terms of physique, those two could give Dani a serious run for his money...

"We also get to beta-test new stuff from the conversion clinic - dad's trying out the 'day old stubble' look - he really likes it, and I do too - on him, not me. I love being smooth all over." 

Dylan continues to eye us appreciatively "Speaking of which - you two look like you're packing some serious man-meat. You wear cockrings?"

Inti grins. "All the time! Three of them. Steel. Keeps me an' Chuy ready for action - any time an' any place!!"

"Dad and I wear TPR cockslings. Since we're laying down and getting up and twisting and turning all the time, we needed something that was a little more flexible that steel - those weren't comfortable with the kind of work we do." The young plumber unzipped his shorts and pulls aside his jockstrap to flash his cock and balls.  Dylan was already semi-hard and already sporting a thick and veiny nine-incher. The device tugged his balls down and kept his tool up. Inti and I gave his package a gentle feel - the bright red cocksling was soft and warm to the touch and his hairless equipment looked perfect in that material. He was already weeping pre-cum from his piss slit.

"I can't speak for Dad, but I'd love to get pounded by you two when we finish... maybe do some pounding as well..." He grinned. "I think he'd agree with me... you two are such incredible studs!" 

I laughed. "Well you two are some hot fuckin' papis too!"

"The transformation center also has a video business, so we all the tradesmen and their journeymen get involved in making gay adult films! We make a nice chunk of change from them as well! I bet they'd love to have you as some guest stars!"

The young Latino finished his soda and gave both of us a happy smile. "I'd better start working on removing this stuff... thanks for the Coke!" He laid down on the floor beneath the sink and started disassembling the pipes and disconnecting the faucet. In a short while, he finished, tossing all the old junk into another big bucket and proceeded to go downstairs to tackle the other rotted piping.

We were alone. I grinned at Inti. "Dani and Zack must be rolling in dough with these 'transformation centers' up and running now. Just look at the volume of men that are getting Converted and Darkened!" 

* * *

About an hour later, Brian returned with the new pipes and other items. He looked around at the removal work and the cleanliness of the kitchen with an appreciative nod. The elder Burke walked down the stairs and continued checking out the work Dylan had completed. He gave his son a smile and a pat on the ass. "Nice job. Everything loosened or removed?"

"Almost, dad. I had a little trouble with the joint to the main. I think I'm going to need some help with that. I didn't want to break the main."

"No bother. Grand so, let's get stuck in, shall we? Help me bring the new pipes down." The two headed back up the stairs to gather the material and more tools to continue working.

* * *

3:37 PM 

Several hours later, all the work had been completed. The two sweaty and grimy plumbers started packing up their tools and putting them back in the truck. Dylan and Brian returned to the kitchen where they happily accepted some fresh-brewed iced tea.

"Any problems?"

The elder Burke shook his head. "Barring Acts of God, Adrian is good for another twenty years. Or whomever buys this wreck."

"Do we owe you anything? Adrian didn't leave a checkbook or a credit card or nothin'..."

"Three thousand... I'll put it on Adrian's bill... but..." Brian smiled, winked and rubbed his crotch.

"But...??" Inti grinned back and returned the gesture.

"I'll take off fifteen percent if you let us freshen up and then we can all get naked and have some fun! I recall this place has a gigantic shower... join us and let's lather up! You two look as rugged as the devil and have some rather substantial tackle! We'd like to feel them up close and personal!"

Many Worlds #1 - The Eager Beavers - Outcomes

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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.

"In fact, they finished their workouts for today, an' they're out there now helpin' out the other gym members. I didn't even ask 'em to do that - they jus' started doing it themselves." I gave him a wry grin. "The other members were amazed that studs in that shape were so considerate an' just plain nice to them. They expected to find 'em arrogant, swaggering around an' acting like conceited pieces of shit - but they're jus' the opposite. Always willin' to help out, always givin' encouragement an' tips on gettin' the most out of a workout... I even think when they're not wearin' their cages, they've picked some high potential members an' are startin' to fuck 'em as well to move the process along."

"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. 

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Many Worlds #1 - The Eager Beavers - Progress...

The four young sex-studs - Richie, Cruz, Joze and Carlin - have continued on their journey to become even more muscular and impressive. 

A few weeks after their initial visit to the Black Gold Lounge, the quartet hit Ricky's goal and received their nip rings ... and thanks to bi-weekly journeys to the gay bar, plus heavy and brutal workouts, the young hustlers reached the big Latino trainer's next goal and made enough money to begin to get the ink of their dreams. 

Wearing the chastity cages had become a regular occurrence as well. While the boys enjoy wearing their cockrings (they have 'graduated' to two steel rings as a reward for their continued muscular development and sexual prowess), they also enjoy the constant arousal that the cocklocks provide and usually wear them 2-3 weeks at a time. 

Here are the boys at five months...

As time has passed, the foursome have had to obtain larger sizes of the cages to accommodate their considerable growth in that area as well (even when soft!!). As you can see, the fiendish devices provide a substantial enhancement!

And a candid shot of the boys working out...

Tomorrow will be eight months to the day when Ricky approached them about their "trial run" and the boys have truly become spectacular! Many of the gym members have approached Ricky to get the results he has accomplished with these four!

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Many Worlds #1 - The Eager Beavers: The Trial Run

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