Many Worlds #1 - Lights, Camera, Action! - Part II

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CHUY

After more turns down multiple corridors, we found ourselves in the makeup area for the video productions at The Greasetank. This seemed to be a more laid-back area of the facilities, with a several artists applying makeup or prosthetics to a number of well-built, mostly naked men.

Jaysean turned to one of the artists who was in the process of peeling hair removal wax off a rough-looking white guy covered in ink. "Denny, is Luca around?"

"Owww!!!" the tattooed man yelped as the young man got his fingers under the material and started jerking it off. 

The young man seemed unfazed by Jaysean's zentai appearance. "Sorry, Barry... He's in the back, boss... HEY LUCA!! COME UP FRONT!" He continued to tug off the pearlescent wax off the seated man's head until a completely smooth and bald pate is revealed.

In a moment, another young man appeared. He was trimly muscled with tribal ink running down both arms. He quizzically looked at the four of us and particularly at Jaysean in the green zentai.

"Hey Luca, we need to have some bruise makeup applied. You know Inti... these two are Chuy and Tito. Tito is the one that needs the makeup. Probably some crusted-up facial cuts as well." 

The young man grinned. "Ahhhh... it's you, Jaysean ....You always look so damned erotic in a zentai... just leaves everything to the imagination... hi guys - nice to meet you! I'm Luca DaVinci." He stroked Tito's face and motioned him into an empty chair.

"How old do we want the bruising?"

"Several days. Dark red, purple, maybe some green and yellow. Tito's been beaten up pretty badly and he's scheduled for some electro torture now."

"Hmmmm.... interesting... new production?"

"Private video. All of the guys are personal friends of Dani."

"Gotcha. Let me get the makeup." Luca dashed off and came back with a makeup palette that he began to apply to Tito's face. He stopped, examined his work and continued, then smiled at the finished product. "Okay, stud  - all done. Take a look!"

 

"Wow! This looks really real!" Tito turned to examine himself in the mirror. His face was mass of mottled bruises and a dark red cut - crusted up - crossed his nose and another one bisected his cheekbone.

"Thanks Luca! C'mon guys. Back to the set!"

* * *

As usual, the production set was a scene of controlled chaos, with various people rushing to and fro and technicians adjusting lighting, cameras, sound equipment and props. Lasse and Baz were kissing and fondling each other, but reluctantly broke off when they saw the four of us approach.

"Hey fellas. Several quick scenes for the both of you. First off, you two are going to be dragging Tito into the brick torture room." He points to the set just off center on the stage, then turned to my partner. "Tito, let the two of them really drag you - they can carry your weight easily. I want this to look like you're still mostly unconscious from the beatings you sustained, but that isn't going to stop the punishment you'll continue to get." 

The three of of nod.

"Next, I want one of you to bend Tito over the bench there and hold him down. I want the other one to lube up this electro plug..." He holds up a large, thick metal plug with wires trailing from it. "... and shove it into his guts, leaving the base outside. Then..." He grins. "...I want you to stop, look at each other, give each other an evil grin and then push the entire plug into his hole so the only thing hanging out are the wires. We'll do a closeup shot of that process taking place. After a little break, then we'll need you two to drag Tito to get manacled to the wall for his electro-torture."

We all smile at Jaysean's description. I can tell from the growing bulge at Tito's crotch that he's looking forward to this as well.

"Everybody clear?" All the principals give a thumbs up. "Okay... ACTION!"

* * *

The two scenes are filmed quickly and we take a break. Inti and I are going to be fastening Tito to the faux brick wall with Dani supervising and looking on. While my stable-stud is talking with Jaysean, I pull Tito over to a quiet corner for a deep kiss.

"Damn ... this plug feels so good in my guts. It's rubbing me just the right way and I'm hard and leaking like a faucet! This is even better than our on-duty plugs!" 

I stroke his face. "You know, this bruise makeup makes you look so damn sexy, Tito... there's just something about a built-up, beat-up Latino that's indescribably erotic."

My partner laughs and returns the kiss. "I know! Remember when you got Converted into Latino jailbait and Dani had you beaten up and encased in rubber for a snuff film? I couldn't wait to fuck your brains out the next morning on the kitchen table." With that, Tito kneels down, pulls down my thong and starts to gently suck my cock. My steel-shod equipment rapidly grows to a painfully thick ten inches as my partner proceeds to swallow my entire shaft until my caramel-colored balls hit his chin. I stroke the back of his head and look into the happy and bruised face below me and the powerfully muscled ass trailing a set of wires. "Shit... we're going to have to have Luca show us how to put this bruise makeup on at home... I can see all of us getting into this!"

"Mmmm-hummmpph!!" Tito grins around my shaft down his throat and grunts in agreement. In a short time, I feel my balls churn and groan as I unload a bucketful of cum down his throat.

The green-clad Jaysean walks around the perimeter of the set. "Hey, everyone ... places!!! Ready in FIVE! Let's go!"

* * * 

TITO

I get off my knees and lick a bit of Chuy's leche from the side of my mouth and head over to Baz and Lasse, the wires from the electro-plug trailing out of my ass. They're fairly long and I need to be careful so I don't step on them.

"Ready, mate?" The featureless black face of the stable-stud grins at me. 

"All set, amigo. Which one of you is on which side of me?"

"Hmmm... let's try it out!"

The two nearly-naked slaves grasp me under the arms and I go limp in their grip. The two drag me around a bit, then switch sides, following the same process.

"Lasse, I think you're better on his left side..."

The tall Scandinavian slave nods and his lips quirk into a grin. "I agree, Baz."  

I go limp in their arms again as Jaysean starts the filming. "Tito, remember to stay unconscious until Dani arrives!"

 * * * 

The two slaves drag me down a corridor leading to the brick-lined 'dungeon' and hold me up against the wall as Chuy and Inti fasten manacles around my ankles and pull my wrists above my shoulders and fasten another set of the restraints to immobilize me.  Baz takes the trailing wires from the electro-dildo and plugs them into a  large, electronic console with displays, sliders and knobs.

In a moment, Dani comes onto the set and nods appreciatively at the setup - my (apparently) unconscious body bolted to the brick wall, the wires and the awaiting console.

He nods to Inti. "Wake 'im up."

A bolt of electricity explodes in my guts and arcs like lightning throughout my body. "¡Chingada madre!" I scream and pull against my restraints in shock as Dani gives me an evil smile. I notice that each manacle is lined with steel colored latex - completely invisible to the camera, but makes struggling in them actually comfortable.

"Enjoyin' yo' stay wiff us, Tito??"

I struggle and continue to curse fluently in Spanish at the large dreadlocked black man. Another bolt shoots through me and again, I scream in surprise and pain, writhing in my shackles.

"Tsk-tsk... Dat ain't no way t'talk to yo' boss... Now, Chuy an' Inti spent fo' dayz gettin' electro ... Ah hopez you cain last az long az dem... 'cause we still gotz to fill dat hole ov yo's an' make you inta da bottum you gonna be..."

Another excruciating shock. Another scream rips out of my throat. I'm not faking. These jolts are massive.

Dani makes a face. "Put a gag in hiz mowff. Ah don' wanna hear him yellin'." Chuy nods and slips a ball gag into my mouth and fastens it tightly around my neck. He gives me a quick wink  and whispers to me  - "Keep screaming, and don't forget to drool..."  - as he withdraws and stands at parade rest with Inti on the side of the stage.

The black man motions to the two Guatemalans and they leave the set with him. The cameras whir as I alternate between sagging in my restraints and getting shocks through the gigantic metal plug in my ass. I continue my muffled screams with the gag in my mouth, and I see a growing puddle of drool on the floor from my efforts. 

After what feels like an hour (but probably much less), Jaysean yells "CUT! Great job, everyone!"  I lift my head up as his green-clad fingers remove the ball gag from my mouth.

"Great job, Tito! You were completely convincing! I loved the cursing and I particularly loved the drooling!"

"The drooling was Chuy's idea. Dios, that electro was strong!" I grinned. "Felt good though."

"We wanted it to be convincing."  Jaysean takes a set of keys from the table and proceeds to unlock my wrists and ankles. I stumble and he catches me as Chuy and Baz arrive back on the set.

"No rest for the wicked, fellas! We have a few more cut scenes to do before the big group sex scene." He pauses. "But after these two, everybody takes a couple of hours rest."

"For the first scene, I want Baz to pick Tito off the floor and carry him over his shoulders down the corridor to his 'prison cell' and then put him down on the floor. Then slam the door shut. We good so far?"

The featureless latex face grins. "No problem, Sir."

The director then turns to me. "Tito, stay put for thirty seconds and then slowly try to crawl onto the cot. You manage to get about halfway up and then pass out again. I just want your upper body on the platform."

I nod. "¡Ya lo tengo!" ("Gotcha!", ed.)

Then Jaysean turns to my partner. "Chuy, when I give you the cue, I want you to unlock the door and come into the cell. Now, how you two do it, I'll leave it up to you, but here's the gist. You..." He points to the bald Guatemalan. "are here to remove the plug from Tito's ass... but being unfamiliar with the structure of the plug and the wires, you pull on the wires..."

Chuy gives a bright white smile. "An' the wires come out, but the plug stays in, right?"

The young black man gives both of us a wicked grin. "Exactly! I want you to look pissed, mutter some curses under your breath in Spanish, and then I want you to fist your partner, grab the plug and pull it out!"

Chuy and I are grinning like idiots and everyone's junk is engorging by the minute.

"I thought you'd both enjoy that!"

"Sí, sí ... that's gonna be fun. I'm definitely gonna have to feel around for it and I know it's gonna take me some time to grab it without the plug slippin' outta my grip, cursin' all the time!! Voy a echar sapos y culebras!!" ("I'll be cursing a blue streak!", ed)"

Jaysean chuckles. "Perfect!!! You two are naturals, you know that? If you guys ever want to do this professionally, just let Dani know... you've got my vote already, as well as Connor's and Harry's -- you three are an absolute pleasure to work with!"

* * *

JAYSEAN 

Tito's three steel cockrings are removed and while he is held immobile by the two faceless stable studs, Dani positions and imprisons Tito's equipment within a gleaming, stainless steel chastity cage. The Mexican sobs in agony as the devilish equipment is inserted down his pisshole and locked onto him. "Dat ain't cummin' off 'til Ah sez so." He motions to Lasse - "Bring 'im back into the torture room an' lock him on the cubes."

Lasse nods as Dani leaves the prison cell. "Yes, Sir." 

Baz pulls Tito upright and pulls his arms behind his back, locking a pair of cuffs onto the Mexican's wrists and pats his ass. 

"Cheer up mate - you're about to become a welcome part of the team! You'll never forget the fucking and fisting you're gonna get... and you'll be begging for more of the same as often as you can get! it" 

Lasse hoists the subjugated Latino over his shoulders and trots out the door.

* * *

The violation begins with the Mexican being positioned over a set of wooden cubes, with his legs fastened into a kneeling position and his upper body pulled tight over a higher set of cubes and his wrists fastened on either side of the structures. His hairless pucker is prominently displayed as something just waiting to be used and abused.

Dani and his Latino minions enter the room. Chuy and Inti remove their pouches to display their massive cocks and balls, surrounded by three gleaming steel cockrings each. Each Guatemalan takes a gigantic black rubber screw dildo with a heavy steel ring at the base from a table and proceeds to slather the items with a thick coat of Hyperlube.  

Once both massive intruders are covered, Inti proceeds to grind and twist it the plug into Chuy's guts. Chuy moans as he is bent over and Inti's arm muscles flex and bulge indicating the effort it is taking to force the intruder deeper and deeper into the other's guts. Once the massive base is the only item remaining, Inti exerts even more effort to drill the base into his companion's guts until only the ring itself is pressed against his caramel-colored pucker. Inti slaps the ass of his accomplice and Chuy proceeds to duplicate the procedure on the stable-stud. When the guts of both Guatemalans are fully stuffed, each takes turns straining (and failing) to remove the massive objects from the other by pulling on the exposed ring.

Dani proceeds to thread a heavy rubber strap around each Latino's waist. At the center of the strap is an additional riveted strap ending in a locking caribiner clip. The black man then locks the straps shut with heavy padlocks and locks the caribiners onto the steel rings protruding from their puckers - the massive dildos/plugs/intruders are now a permanent part of two men until the club owner decides to remove them.

The black club owner grabs the Mexican's head and shoves his dick forcefully down the slave's gullet. As he establishes a brutal whipsaw rhythm, Chuy slathers a thick amount of Hyperlube onto his massive purpled member and thrusts his cock nuts-deep into Tito's guts in one movement. The two soon establish a synchronized cadence and in a short span of time, Chuy throws back his head and roars as he fills the Tito's guts with gallons of hot Latino cum. A moment later, Dani screams as well and pumps an equally prodigious amount down the captive's throat, with some jism spilling out around the Mexican's mouth.

A closeup shows the captive's holes overflowing with cum and the Guatemalan's still-rigid cock coated with the white pasty lubricant and gooey whitish-gray fluid. Chuy pulls out and Inti takes his place. Dani and his new sex partner again establish a synchronicity in brutally raping the Mexican, and once more, both scream as more jism is forced into the cartel's former operative.

Multiple times, the Latinos alternate their brutal rape of their captive, until Dani indicates for them to stop. Dani pulls out of Tito's throat and motions Chuy to do the same with his ass. The black man then positions himself at Tito's rear, grasps the Latino's hips and thrusts himself into the spasming hole. Dani bellows as he fills the captive's guts with more and more silvery goo multiple times. 

Finally, the club owner pulls out of the captive. "Time fo' fistin' !! Ah thinkz Tito iz reddy t'take yo' whole arms!"

The Mexican is panting with exhaustion as Chuy brings over a large tub of Hyperlube to the tableau and Inti proceeds to coat his entire right arm in the slick material. Slowly, the Guatemalan stable-stud pushes his fist into the Mexican's hole. Forearm-deep, the Latino stops a moment with a look of absolute pleasure on his face as he begins grinding more and more of his muscular dark arm into Tito's body. A sudden hush descends as Inti's elbow disappears into the hyper-muscled captive below him. Inti grins as he forces more of his arm into Dani's new property and the Mexican chokes back a sob as the caramel-skinned bicep and tricep disappear within him. Inti looks triumphant as his deltoid now rests against Tito's asscheeks. The Guatemalan stable stud slowly pulls out of his plaything and starts the fisting process once more as Chuy and Dani proceed to lube up their arms as well... one of the cameras zooms in to view a thick stream of jism spewing out of the chastity cage and adding to silvery puddle of goo beneath it. The black man and the other Guatemalan continue the assault on the captive Mexican and all three continue to alternate turns multiple times thrusting their hypermuscular arms fully into the weeping former cartel member. 

Finally, all three men finish their assault. Chuy and Inti proceeds to unlock Tito from his bonds and flip him onto his back, reattaching his restraints and leaving his back arched to display the steel prison around his straining equipment.

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

Tito continues to pant and scream each time he explodes down the black man's throat. Chuy takes his place and continues the torture until several more explosions of cum are ripped out of the Mexican. The two Guatemalans alternate until Tito has been milked dry.

"You jus' rest up a bit, Tito. Sumboddy will be around inna bit to let you up... I saw da way you wuz lookin' at Baz an' Lasse ... you can do whatevva you wantz wiff dem when you getz unlock'd."

Tito swallows hard. "Gr- Gracias, Jefe..."  Dani pats the sweaty and exhausted face of his new employee. "Good boy. Seez you soon." With that, the black man and his two Latinos leave the torture room as Tito continues to pant heavily and then passes out.

"And... CUT! Perfect everyone!" 

* * * 

TITO 

"Damn... I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" Chuy, Inti and I were back in the locker room after finishing up the video and getting changed back into our clothes. After my own fisting and fucking experience, I had a similar scene with Baz and Lasse - doing the same to them. Even though we didn't need to, we were speaking in Spanish - just in case anyone came in and caught us unawares.

Inti chuckled. "You were amazing, Tito! I've never seen Lasse - let alone Baz - get such a pounding and leave limping like that! They weren't exaggerating, were they?" 

"Nope! I guess that's the hard-assed Mexican cop in me coming out! After that performance, look what Dani gave me!"  Smiling, I hold up a black t-shirt that has the words 'Destructor de agujeros' ('Destroyer of holes', ed.) in thick white lettering. I slip it over my head and pull it down - of course, Dani made sure it's about a size too small, so every muscle of my arms and chest are straining the material in completely erotic definition.

The two Guatemalans laugh out loud. "You could be a real luchador with that title!"

I give my two lovers a smirk. "Funny you should say that. Dani and Jaysean had the same idea... I'm going to get hired out as 'Parallax' the chingador (fucker/rapist, ed.).  He's ordering a mask like something the one Axiom the wrestler wears - black mesh on the front so you can't see any of my features, laced and locked in the back - and I'll be doing personal sessions and videos with guys that want to be beaten, raped and fisted by an insatiable Mexican wrestler! Of course, my English won't be so good, but that just adds to the authenticity!"

Inti gives me a big embrace. "That's FANTASTIC! That's going to be so much fun! I know the rush I get hitting the gay bars and getting pounded, you're going to love it! And no worries about Captain Morgan seeing your face plastered on Instagram or X or any black-market sex video!"

My grin gets wider. "And our first video production in two weeks is Chuy getting strung up by his wrists and getting an electro-dildo shoved up his ass... after all, he's the only one of us that never had that pleasure, and we want to make sure he's not missing out!"

* * *

Whew! The story is finally done! I'm somewhat surprised it took me this long to finish what I started in Part I, but a part of that was that I realized that I was heading down a darker path than I had wanted and I needed to figure out a way to come back to a lighter story, but keep the spirit of Part II the same as Part I.

Tito as a 'chingador' was something that came to me when I was still half-asleep in bed in the morning. Even though both he and Chuy need to be exemplary "Exchange" officers during their six-month trial period, there had to be some behaviors and activities that could be done on the down-low that would not jeopardize their status. And using the wrestling mask is the perfect way for him to indulge in obvious and brutal sexual activities at the Greasetank without being identified as a police officer.

 

 

Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal - Damien

In a few minutes, Inti and I will be leaving for Greece. It's been a hectic two weeks, with me going through a lot of red tape to get my leave approved on such short notice, and neither of us are exactly looking forwards to the trip. I'm dressed in a tight white t-shirt with a graphic design on it, with a pair of denim shorts with a short inseam to show off my muscular legs. My property is in a pink, short-sleeved shirt that's open to show off his incredible pecs and eight-pack abs and a pair of white compression shorts that accentuates the highly substantial bulge at his crotch. We're both wearing sandals and as usual, our junk is surrounded by three heavy steel cockrings. At least with flying private, we don't need to worry about setting off the metal detectors.

"Remember, we're back to being 'Charlie' and 'Mattie' as long as we're in Greece. We don't want to slip up and call each other by our new names on this trip." 

Inti - no... 'Mattie' rubs his chest. "I'm nervous amor, Uncle Damien sounded angry. And he said in no uncertain terms that he wanted to see both of us. 'As soon as possible.' "

"Well, sweetheart, we have to do this. We can't keep hiding the Conversion we went through - there's nothing we need to be ashamed of. I just hope and pray that Cap lets me stay this way. Being a bald Latino cop for the past two months has been incredible!"

I paused, patting my back pocket to feel my wallet. "You have the correct tats showing, right?" Mattie rolls up the sleeves of his pale pink shirt to display his alpha-omega and lion.

"You?"

I nod and do the same with my t-shirt. "I had Zack put them on me for the trip. But I'm going to have to get all the dye removed and reapplied when we get back. I can't have 'Chuy Calderon' showing up with ink belonging to 'Charlie Hawke'."

Suddenly, the tension we've been feeling breaks and we start grinning like idiots. Then we then start flexing at each other and laugh out loud at our posing.

Mattie catches his breath and then gives me a panicked look. "Follame! (Fuck me!, ed.) Our rings!"  

He dashes back into the bedroom and comes back with our wedding rings. After his Conversion, he had stopped wearing his because he had outgrown it and I had stopped wearing mine when I became 'Chuy Calderon'. I had had them both of them resized for us in anticipation for our meeting with Damien.

As the two of us head toward the door of our apartment, Mateo notices me grabbing a medium-large piece of wheeled luggage from behind the sofa.

"What's that for? We have clothes at Uncle's villa." 

I tsk-tsk at my stable-stud. "Nothing that fits us now, sweetheart."

"Oh, damn... you're right."

The two of us leave the apartment and lock the door behind us. 

* * *

At the Westchester airport, the two dieseled Hispanics board a white private jet. Ori Galinis, the chief of security for Kriatos Shipping, is in the cockpit, completing preflight checks.

"Almost done, guys. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." He pauses. "Ready to beard the lion in his den... or rather the oligarch in his villa? I certainly wouldn't want to be you two right now."

Mattie makes a face. "Don't make us more nervous that we are already, Ori. Even with Hector running cover for us, I'm not looking forward to this trip or meeting Uncle. Neither of us are."

Ori gives him a hard look. "Well even if your medical excuse is pure bullshit, it hangs together pretty well. But if I could poke a hole in it, so can Damien."

Charlie grins at the blonde-haired pilot. "Those little oversights has been corrected, Ori. We have commercial flight records from here to Jamaica now, hotel reservations, credit card receipts AND hospital and treatment documentation. We've even gotten a real-live doctor that someone can talk to and confirm everything we've said and supposedly done."

"Shit... Well, it was a stroke of genius to get Hector to tell him and provide the interference for this drug reaction."  He turns to the NYPD patrolman. "Nice touch that you decided to risk taking the same drug to get the same results."

He gives a resigned sigh. "I just wish you'd trust me enough to tell me what actually happened. I think all this prep should make Damien not kill you. As least not right away." 

Charlie purses his lips. "Maybe after this, Ori. It's not something we can talk about openly."

"Aha! So you admit it!"

Mattie shakes his head. "Shut up, Ori. Just fly the plane and get us to Mykonos."

The pilot chuckles and feeds power to the engines. "Strap in fellas. Next stop - Sunny Greece."

 * * *

(A few hours later)

 The sleek jet descends and soon, the island of Mykonos appears through the clouds. Ori receives clearance from the tower at Mavrogenous aiport and soon, the plane lands and taxis to a private hangar. On the tarmac, the two Latinos see Hector waving through the windows. 

The two men leave the plane and are embraced by Mattie's black-haired cousin. Ori debarks and gives the young doctor a crushing embrace and hard kiss as well. "Fuck, I've missed you, Heck..."

Mattie turns to the dark-haired Greek. "How's Uncle?"

Hector makes a sour face. "Annoyed and preoccupied. He sent me out here to wait for you. 'I want to see them as soon as they land.' The car's in the parking lot."

With apprehensive looks, the three men follow Damien's son off the tarmac.

* * *

About half an hour later, Hector and the others pull up into the port-cochère of the Kriatos family villa. As the men get out, the front door opens and Damien Kriatos stands in the opening with a flinty and determined look on his face.

The men approach. Damien looks at the two Latinos in shock. "By the All Holy..." 

Inti makes the first move. "Uncle..."

Damien pulls him into his arms. "Mateo, why couldn't you tell me you got sick and this happened to you? Did you think I'd love you any less now that you look like some big and intimidating melampsós kátharma (dark-skinned lowlife, ed.)? Hector told me all about what happened and why I haven't seen either of you ... but this is quite the shock - even your face looks just changed enough that if I didn't know it was you, I would swear you were a completely different person!"

 

"The reaction to the medicine caused some permanent facial swelling as well, Uncle..."

 

The elder Kriatos turns to me and gives me an equally strong embrace. "Charlie, moró mou (my baby - a very affectionate term even for grown nephews, ed) ... what you did for Mateo was extraordinary! I don't know of any man that would willingly risk having this happen to him. You look even more like some unsavory mavridherós malákas (an even more derogatory term than melampsós kátharma, ed.) than he does! 

He chuckles. "And you both are built like Cretan bulls! You are huge now! Was this part of the medicine's side effects, too?"

"I don't think so, Uncle. You know I've been working out more and getting physically bigger as part of my undercover assignments." I pause. "Mattie felt somewhat ..."

"... inadequate..."

I give my husband (and property) a dirty look. " ... left out ... so he started the same regimen as I use and trained with the other officers. You can see he's as big as me now!"

Damien's face hardened. "No drugs? I can't believe you two got this imposing without taking something dangerous and illegal."

"Just protein, creatine and lots and lots of heavy gym work. Transanabol isn't even in any known pharmacopoeia, let alone being dangerous or illegal. We never touched the stuff. But who knows? Maybe... I think we've both gotten more defined since we darkened up." 

"Why don't you let your hair grow back in? You wouldn't look so threatening."

Think quick. "I tried. It grew in a little and then even that started falling out. Nothing's grown in now for a couple of months."

I backed him up. "Same here, Uncle. But I don't really mind." I winked. "Once you get used to being like this, being completely hairless is just part of the overall look."

Hector interjected. "Could be some form of alopecia totalis, Papa... I can see if I can find out any more information... or any possible treatment."

Damien grunted. "When you're not smiling, there's a definite air of menace and criminality about the both of you. It's quite unsettling, but somehow... strangely exciting... since I know it's from my two nephews. Those earrings just add to your intimidating appearance as well. But enough. Why don't you two clean up and go relax on the beach? We can have a family dinner and you can tell me about everything that's been happening with you."

I embraced the older Kriatos."Thanks, Uncle! We'll see you in a bit!" Hector and the two of us leave and head up the stairs to our rooms. Ori starts to move away as well.

"Orestes, stay for a moment." Damien pointed to a chair. "Sit."

The older man's face grows dark with anger. "Why didn't you say anything to me about this? You must have known this had happened to Mateo! What were you thinking?" 

"I saw Mateo getting bigger and more muscular and I confronted him about it - but he told me the same thing that Charlie and he told you right now - he was feeling inadequate compared to Charlie and wanted to do something about it. I was just as shocked as you were when he came back to the office after a Caribbean trip and looked like he does now."

"But that was 22 months ago! Why did you say nothing to me during that entire time?"

Ori looks down. "I didn't know what to say, Damien. I was upset as we all were. We didn't want to make Mateo more self-conscious or more upset than he must have been already. We all were hoping it was just a temporary condition, so we kept quiet about it and were hoping for the best. But when it got to the point when we knew it seemed permanent, it was just too late to say anything to you. I'm sorry. That was poor judgement on my part."

Damien sighed. "It wasn't your fault, either. I just wasn't expecting the boys to look so different from their wedding photos." The older man's eyes fill with tears and he angrily wipes them away.

"At least they are happy and healthy." He waves a hand at the security chief. "Go up and romp with Hector. He's been waiting to be with you for months."

* * *

Mattie and I open the door to our bedroom and embrace. 

" 'And the Best Actor award goes to Hector Kriatos!' Damn, I wasn't expecting that reception from Damien. He didn't seem as shocked as I expected and after the initial reaction, he took our new appearances pretty much in stride."

Inti chuckles and shoves me onto the large bed. "Although if he's thinking of us as unsavory, dark-skinned lowlifes, everyone else - including the rest of the family - are going to probably have the same reaction."

I laugh. "But they probably will get over it just as quickly. And I'm sure we'll get the same sexual reaction as Hector, Uncle Danny and Gabril... You heard what Damien just said? 'Menacing' and 'strangely exciting'??"

Inti laughs as well. "Undoubtedly. Part of our apparent criminal charm! Let's get undressed and go to the beach! We've been away for too long!"

* * *

The two of us strip out of our clothes and slip into some low-cut swim thongs that accentuate our massive, steel-shod packages. We exit the villa and head down the path to the beach laughing and speaking quietly in Spanish. Even with that style of swimwear being fairly commonplace in Mykonos, we draw more than a few salacious and lusty glances from men and women alike.

We walk along the white-gold sands until we find a relatively empty spot. I spread the towels on the ground and we sit and rub each other down with tanning oil so we gleam dark copper in the sunlight.

Mattie gives me a huge white grin and runs into the surf and turns to me, "Come in, puto! (faggot, ed.) The ocean is wonderful!" I race in and join him in the crystal clear waters.

We spend a good amount of time in the water - swimming, playing, and just enjoying each other publicly. After a few hours, we exit the surf and flop down onto the towels on the beach, deeply kissing and fondling our bodies on the hot sands as our painfully large crotches grind against each other.
 

"Damn, I missed this. It feels so good to be here and just relax. Not having to worry about who's watching us is such a relief!" I turn onto my side and stroke my hand across my property's face and continue down to trace delicate patterns onto his massive pecs and eight-pack abs. I roll onto my knees and position myself over my property with my legs on either side of his hips and my hands on either side of his head. I give him a deep french kiss, which he hungrily returns. 

 

Mattie squeezes my ass. "Damn, I want to fuck you right now."

I chuckle. "I'd love to feel your cock up my ass, too... But even being Damien's nephews, I think we need to be just a little circumspect on display on a public beach, sweetheart..." 

My property gives a mock growl and pulls me in for a deep kiss. 

We break apart to catch our breath. Mattie gives me a wink. "We have an audience, amor... look to your right." I look up to see a pair of trimly muscled, young Greek guys in black speedos watching us. When they realize we've noticed them, one nudges the other and both give us big smiles and happy waves. After a brief conversation, the two walk towards us.
 

"Mmmmm..." I give both of them a lascivious once-over.

Mattie gets up on his elbows and grins. "Looks like we'll be having some more fun before we get back to the villa..."

* * *

Niko and Ioannis proved to be a wonderful ending for our beach outing. The two young men couldn't wait to be pounded by a pair of big, muscular, dark-skinned $\pi ϵ\iota \rho \alpha \tau {\eta }^s$

My husband and I reach the house and enter the large airy kitchen through the sliding patio doors to find Hector and Ori snacking at the table. 

Hector takes a sip of frappe. "Have a good time on the beach?"

Mattie gives them a bright white grin. "Amazing! It felt wonderful being back here and having fun in the ocean! Not a worry in the world!"

Ori smirks. "From the looks of it, you had an equally fun time on the sand... jeez, you guys are not only as big as Cretan bulls, you're hung like them too! Those thongs barely contain your cocks and balls!"

"We made sure everything got bigger when we worked out, Ori... plus, the three steel cockrings we always wear keep us semi-hard and push everything up and out, too." Both of us give the other two a lusty leer, grabbing and squeezing our massive equipment through the low-cut swimwear.

Ori chokes at that response and sprays a mouthful of coffee across the room as Hector slaps him on the back. After the security chief finishes his fit of coughing, we all start laughing. 

I slide into a chair across from Hector and Ori and Mattie sits next to me. "We met a couple of cute young guys that wanted to get up close and personal with a pair of big, dark-skinned pirates... everyone left happy and they left limping as well... what have we got here?"

Hector fills our plates from the spread on the table. "We have some  pitarakia (a local Mykonian specialty. These are small, half-moon shaped pies, often filled with a mixture of local herbs and cheese. They are crisp, easy to eat, and showcase the island's unique culinary style), spanakopita (Spinach Pie - a popular savory pastry made with flaky phyllo dough wrapped around a filling of spinach and tangy feta cheese), tiropita (Cheese Pie - similar to spanakopita, but filled purely with a savory cheese mixture, typically feta.) and some loukoumades (small, fluffy Greek donuts that are deep-fried until golden, then drizzled with a sweet honey syrup and often sprinkled with cinnamon or chopped nuts) and koulouri (a simple, ring-shaped bread covered in sesame seeds) for your sweet tooth."

We continue to laugh and talk over the kitchen table when Damien walks in. He's smiling and it's good to see that he's back to his more jovial self. He motions us to follow him out of kitchen.

 
"Did you enjoy the sun and surf?"

"We had a wonderful time, Uncle! We're sorry we didn't come back sooner."

He waves the apology away. "Since Hector told me what happened to the both of you, I've let the family know a bit of what went on - not everything, mind you - and I'm setting up a party at the villa for all of us to get together. Friday is good for you? You can completely relax and enjoy island life for the next few days before all the relatives will be shocked and amazed at your new appearance."

Mattie and I look at each other. "Fine with us, Uncle. It'll be great to see everyone again!" 

"Perfect! Let me finalize the guest list and all the details with the caterers!"

* * * 

The "get together" turned out to be over a hundred and fifty people; many of whom were from Mattie's side of the family that attended our wedding, as well as some of Damien's closest friends and business partners. Our 'new and improved' looks caused a great deal of shock and consternation among the various partygoers, but soon crumbled away when they realized that despite appearances, we were still the same two men we had always been - just bigger, darker, scarier... and bald. In fact, many of them were giving us the same carnal looks the Nico and Ioannis on the beach had - a fact that didn't escape myself or Mattie - much to our continued enjoyment.

The party lasted well into the night with eating, dancing, singing and plenty of drinking. 

As the party was winding down, I felt a tap on my arm and turned to find a smiling Damien. "Enjoying yourself?"

I gave the older man a strong hug. "Having a great time, Uncle! Thank you for the party..." I paused. "... and thank you for being so forgiving to the both of us. We're so sorry we didn't tell you sooner about what happened."

The elder Kriatos held my face in his hands. "You two will always be my morá mou (my sweet babies, ed.) no matter what you look like." and pats my muscled ass as he leaves.

"By the way, 'Chuy'..." He stops; turns back to me and winks. "I want you to tell me all about this 'Conversion' process you and 'Inti' went through to look like this tomorrow at breakfast."

 * * *

And you thought there wouldn't be a plot twist!

And you were almost right!

I realize now that there was a reason that I stopped the other story with Hector, even though I didn't know it at that point. I chalked it up to a little bit of laziness on my part.

My decision to have Damien know about how Charlie and Mateo became Chuy and Inti happened as I was finishing the story and was figuring out how to end the party scene. My fingers just seemed to fly over the keys, and BOOM! there it was! I guess subconsciously I didn't want Damien's nephews to continually lie to him and keep him in the dark - after all, if Charlie's family knows the truth, then Mattie's closest family should as well.

I hope you also enjoy the video shorts that I was able to create as well!