Ray-Ray, Benjie and I got off the train and began the long walk to Zack's warehouse. The weather was hot and humid, and the two massive black thugs turned heads by wearing only pairs of short jeans and worn Timberland boots. Their dark skins gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat and the steel jewelry on their fingers and wrists glinted in the sunlight as we approached our destination. I wore a red t-shirt with a Coca-Cola logo and a pair of khaki pants. A backpack was slung over my shoulders with some additional clothes for the other two once they Converted back to their identities as white cops and my heavy metal buttplug provided a satisfying sense of fullness with every step I took.
When we reached the warehouse, my owner typed in an access code to a hidden keypad and with a "THUNK", the heavy door unlocked and we entered.
"Zack! Where da fuq are you??"
We continued walking inside the massive building, with repeated yells for the artist. I pulled the t-shirt off over my head and tucked it into my waistband, displaying my QR tats and my heavily developed musculature. In the distance, we heard some metallic shrieks and followed the noise into what looked to be a machine shop. Zack was using a grinder on some metal struts and was wearing goggles and some heavy earmuffs for protection. Ray flicked the light switch on and off and Zack looked up and turned off the machine.
"It's 8 o'clock already?" He looked at his watch and then at us and a puzzled expression crossed his face, followed by a grin of recognition.
"Mattie! I didn't recognize you! Damn, that transanabol works wonders!" He stroked down my newly hypermuscled torso and arms with a unabashed look of lust on his sharply chiseled features and turned to the two thugs, who were smirking at his reaction to the 'new and improved' me.
"Let me get the easy stuff out of the way first. C'mon!" We followed
the artist - wearing only a tight t-shirt, tighter rowers and sneakers
without socks - into another large area. This one looked somewhat like
an operating or examination room with various cabinets full of medical
equipment, tables and instruments. Zack opened a cabinet and removed a
large glass bottle full of a clear liquid. He poured some onto a towel
and gently rubbed the material over one of my massive deltoids. In a few
moments, he tossed the towel into a hamper and once again, I saw my
original ink of a tribal lion. He repeated the process on my other
shoulder and my metallic alpha-omega was now visible.
He turned to the black thugs. "Now, you two. Go to the showers and get cleaned up. I'll meet you in the bathroom. Benjie's up first." The two gangbangers sauntered out of the room and vanished.
"Zack, I'd like to have some permanent changes made. Did Dani talk to you?"
The artist nodded and grinned. "He did, and I have some questions for you; but let me take care of those two black gorillas first... that's going to take a while. Would you like to work out while you wait?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea! Where's the gym?"
"Go out through the door at the other end. Make a right, a left and two rights."
* * *
I whistled when I got to the gym - it was even bigger, and more well-equipped than the one at the Greasetank. I pulled off my sneakers and shucked down my jeans to reveal my latex jockpouch, then opened the backpack to don my rubber mask, rubber strapping and workout gloves.
I was almost through my daily routine when I saw Zack with Charlie and Tony in tow. The policemen were back to their original appearance - minus hair and clothes - with the only items on their bodies being their tats and steel c-rings around their massive packages. Seeing them like that, I had fantasies of the pair being dangerously aroused hoodlums ready to fill any unsuspecting hole with their potent seed. I don't know why, but all three seemed a bit surprised by my appearance. This was my normal outfit for working out now.
"You two look like a pair of jacked skinheads ready for some seriously violent intentions!" Tony looked at Charlie and grinned. The two grabbed their cocks and leered at me. "And we see just who we want to fuck long and hard!"
"Now that you two are done, I have some things I need to discuss with Mattie. There's some fresh struedel and Brazilian coffee in the kitchen." Zack's face assumed a mock-serious expression. "Now grab some towels and stop showing off! My self-control is wearing dangerously thin!!" The two cops chuckled and loped out of the gym.
The artist removed my collar and mask. He stroked my face as he gave me an intent and evaluative stare and sat down on an exercise bench; I sat down beside him.
"So, you're looking to get your skin darkened permanently? Sort of a competition bronze with red undertones?"
I nodded.
"What about your ink?" He pointed to my delts. "If we cover them up and apply the QR tats, the tats AND the skintone will get removed every time you want to show your original ink. Even if I do the tint gradually, we still have the same problem. The skintone in that area will always look blotchy and fake."
"Damn ... Any ideas?"
"Well, for now, I can give you the nano cover-dye, the solvent, and
some nano-dye transfers to put on your delts. That'll take care of the two sets of ink for now. But let me do some
R&D and I'll give you a call in a week or two with an update."
I opened my phone and scrolled through the gallery. "Like him, but a little darker and redder."
"Mmmm .... nice.... I'd also have to do your scalp, so there would be a period of time when you're completely bald ... okay?"
"Fine with me. I can always say I caught head lice somewhere." He chuckled at my solution, but then grew serious.
"Mattie, I think we need to do a very minor bit of facial alteration as well. I think you'd look even more carnal with that skintone if I slightly widen your nose, thicken your brow ridge a tad and plump your lips a little. Do you trust me?"
I gulped. I hadn't anticipated that, but it made sense. It would cement my new identity as a gutter-born hispanic slave. "I do."
"I'll do some detailed scans of your tats today for reference and take the facial casts. You're going to look amazing, Mattie! That I can guarantee! I'm sure we can figure something out ink-wise. But I don't think we should keep our sexually voracious skinheads waiting, should we?"
I grinned. "Definitely not!"
Zack and I went back to the medical room where he took multiple pictures of my ink from various angles and with me flexing and unflexing my arms, followed by a quick stop in the showers for me to clean up after my workout.
His sapphire-blue eyes twinkled as he gave me a sheepish grin. "Oops..." His cock was already starting to harden.
Zack cleared his throat. "Let's make a day of it! I'll cook us up a big lunch and then I'm going to take some facial molds of Mattie. Followed by an orgy of our own! Then how about the four of us hitting the Greasetank? I've got the polos, bleachers, suspenders and boots to make you two look like proper skinheads and we can have Dani video our performance! Mattie and I can be the objects of your lust!"
Tony licked a bit of icing off his upper lip. "What about our ink?" He stood up to join Charlie and myself.
"I'll cover up all your tattoos again before we leave and remove the nano-cover somewhere discreet before you go home."
* * *
Ori - my chief of security - had been far more persistent and suspicious of my changes.
"What's going on, Teo? You were never one to get bulked up, and all of a sudden..." He gestured to my my massive frame straining the fabric of my shirt and pants. "... you start packing on more and more muscle every week! This isn't like you. Charlie and the other cops I've met are built the same way - they look like they should be posing on stage for a bodybuilding competition or wearing orange jumpsuits and breaking up rocks in a prison yard. Now you do, too."
"Ori, I love the way Charlie looks and feels. Since all of the guys at the Four-One are ripped and shredded muscle-hunks, I've been feeling a bit ... insecure ... and adding this brawn has really helped. And before you ask, Charlie did NOT ask me to change this way - I wanted to do it for him... and for me."
"What worries me is that you've been working less and less every week, you sneak out at night from the apartment and you vanish every weekend. Are you feeling sick? Any mental or emotional issues?"
"Are you trying to ask me if I'm on steroids? If so, I'm not. At least not any more. I just spend a lot of time at the gym now and I'm tired and sore after a five- to seven-hour workout. And you can check my latest physical - I'm fine."
I pursed my lips. "And why were you following me?"
"I'm worried about you, for God's sake! And while we're discussing your non-work activities, why have you been dressing down like some ántras pórni (ed. male whore) and hitting run-down gay bars? Is anything up with Charlie?"
"No, we're fine, Ori. He's been away quite often and I needed to spend some time having some fun. I'm just ... reevaluating ... things in my - our - life right now. Don't worry about me - nothing's wrong."
Ori still looked unconvinced, but gave me a wry grin. "The way you are now, it looks you're the one who should be protecting me! Just remember, I'm always here for you, okay?"
I gave him a strong hug. "Thanks, Ori. I appreciate the support."
* * *
From Ori's interrogation, I guess I had to be more careful and stealthy with my "extracurricular" activities, but won't give them up. I can't.
Zack's temporary process works great - I spray the nano-cover dye onto my tats and wait until the bright pink substance dries and vanishes. Then I put the QR temporary tat patches onto my delts with some activation fluid. When I'm done, the solvent removes everything. But I can't stop thinking about the next step.
SIXTEEN WEEKS LATER - TUESDAY, 9:22am
The phone rang.
"Mattie? It's Zack. I've got some great news for you! We can manage everything you want!"
I was overjoyed to hear the news. "Any issues?"
"None at all, except what I said about doing everything at once. Can you come over a week from tomorrow around 10am?"
"Zack, you've made my day! I'll see you then!"
I had been planning on my excuse for leaving Kriatos and coming back as a dark-skinned bald latino; I opened my calendar and blocked off the next week and the week after as 'preliminary Bahamas negotiations' - I could hardly wait to take the final phase in my permanent enhancement and my life as a slave.
SEVENTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 10:02am
"Ready?"
"You bet!"
We walked into the interior of the warehouse and returned to the medical/examination room.
He grinned. "Strip for me and let the fun begin!"
I sat down, unlaced the boots and pulled the t-shirt over my head. I stood up and shucked the cutoffs to the floor; I was commando and my semi-hard equipment was getting harder by the second.
Zack motioned me to a salon-style chair and wrapped a barber cape around me. He turned on a pair of clippers and I felt the vibration of the heavy-duty blade as clumps of brown hair filled my lap. In a few moments, he was done and I felt the rough stubble on my head as he gathered up the cape and motioned me to stand.
The artist examined my body, gently stroking my arms, chest, back and legs. "You still using the Crawford cream?"
I nodded. "Once a week. Last time was Friday."
"I think I want to apply it again, just to be safe." With that, he opened up an economy-size tub of the hair remover and proceeded to slather my scalp and entire body with the citrus-smelling chemical, including my pucker. Zack took a timer off a table and twisted it to thirty minutes.
"While we're waiting, let me explain what's going to happen ... I'm going to apply a molecular plasticity compound to your face and head - that is going to let me gently remold your features the way we discussed. Then we'll apply the new coloration. The pigmentation process is fairly standard, but the chemical composition has been tweaked slightly to accommodate the ability to swap your tats at will. We'll start with a non-removable version of the nano-coverup on your original ink. After that, we'll apply several coats of non-removable pigment - five to be exact - to get you to the skintone you want."
He grinned and rubbed his hands together.
"Now, here's the exciting part - the process is still considered 'experimental', but it's about 99% verified and lasts for at least 25 years. I apply special phase-change inks - exact copies of your original tats and then the QR codes on top of them. These inks are electronically and sonically activated. One wavelength of light and a specific ultrasonic vibratory pattern activates the QR codes, and a different wavelength and subsonic vibration activates the lion and the alpha-omega ones. It's good for about 20,000 transitions."
"Wow!!!"
"After that, we apply the permanent activation coat and BAM! You'll be the rough-trade latino of your dreams!"
Zack's face grew serious. "Mattie, this is the final step before we start - are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Unlike a regular Conversion, I can't undo this once it's done. No harm, no foul ... you'll just be bald as a billiard ball for several weeks."
I nodded. "I'm sure. I've been wanting this since I first applied that Pro-Tan and saw what I looked like as a dark-skinned dirt-trade sex slave. After spending all that time with Dani and Baz, I know this is what and who I need to be now. Does that make sense? I also brought my silicone mask - can you tint that as well so it matches my new skintone?"
His smile returned. "It makes perfect sense. I just wanted you to be 100% sure... and it's no problem tinting your mask - just leave it here."
The timer dinged.
"Okay, bud - go into the showers and rinse off the cream. Then give yourself a good scrubbing all over to make sure your skin is nice and smooth to take the dye."
* * *
Once I toweled off, Zack applied the nano-cover for my tats. I was used to seeing the pink splotches on my delts to hide my tats, but the scent was different this time. Stronger, and more acrid. When I mentioned this to him, he told me that this was the permanent formulation and apologized for the smell. The cover dried in about five minutes, and completely vanished after fifteen minutes. I was left with clean, uninked skin on both massive arms.
"Okay, now for the molds." Mattie donned some gloves and opened up a large canister of bluish gel that he spread over my face and head. "This is the plasticity compound. This is what lets me redesign your face. Step over here."
We moved over to an operating table with the back half of a large head mold on the table itself and the front half in a rigging with pulleys above it.
"Lay down on the table and put your head into the mold."
I settled myself in. "Hey! This mold is mushy!"
He grinned. "Nope, it's your head that's soft right now. I'm going thread some tubes into your nose so you can breathe and pull those through the front half of the mold. You're going to feel a good bit of pressure on your head and face for about twenty minutes, but that's to set the new features and let the plasticity compound wear off. Ready? Here we go!"
Zack pressed a button and I saw the front half of the mold descend and darkness surrounded me. With a "CLUNK" I heard it meet with it's mate on the surface of the table and I heard the hissing of hydraulics as I felt the pressure quickly build. Zack held my hand the entire time and sooner than I expected, the pressure decreased and the mold lifted from my face.
I sat up. "How do I look?"
Zack grinned. "Perfect! You are going to be amazed at the final product, Mattie!" The artist took a damp sponge and wiped my face and head to remove any residue of the compound. "Let's get you off the table and start the pigmentation."
The dark-haired artist broke an ampule under my nose and I instantly grew a painfully massive erection. He winked. "That's so the dye will cover your junk correctly."
Zack pulled on a disposable coverall with a hood and slipped a respirator over his face. Then he helped me up on double-thick 2x4 about four feet off the ground. "This permanent formulation of the nano-dye needs five coats. Then I'll put on your phase-change tats, and finish up with the activation coat to lock everything down for good. Keep your eyes closed, arms at shoulder height and fingers spread. Shallow breaths. If you feel dizzy, yell out and we'll stop for a bit." Zack tested the large commercial airbrush and then began the process.
I felt more cool mist settle on my body, followed by gentle blasts of hot air coming from all sides. The same acrid scent hit me at the back of the throat and almost had me gagging. After five coats, Zack tapped my calf. "All done, Mattie - you look great! I just have to do the strip of skin that was on the 2x4 - have a seat." I hopped off the platform and looked at myself. My skin was now the dark hispanic tone I've dreamed of since becoming a sex slave. The black-haired artist removed his respirator and peeled down the coverall down to his waist. While this was happening, he motioned me into a chair. I also noticed that my mask was on a headform on a table next to the platform and now was the same color as me; Zack must have been spraying both me and it at the same time.
"You like?"
"Perfect Zack - absolutely perfect!"
Zack pulled up another chair and sat across from me. Then he propped my feet onto his his knees and used the miniature airbrush again on the soles of my feet. After five switchbacks between the airbrush and the hairdryer, he was done.
He held up my legs as he got up. "Put your feet on the chair - I'll be right back. A few more steps before the tats."
Zack returned a few minutes later wheeling a small cart with a bottle of bluish fluid, a small box with dials and cables ending in some grips, a bowl filled with steaming water and a sponge. There was a set of thick black eyebrows with some pink backing on a plastic sheet on the cart as well.
"I wasn't sure if I was going to need these, but after the changes to your face and the dye, you definitely need fuller eyebrows. This will be quick." The artist patted my eyebrows with the blue fluid and then placed the new hair on me; the gummy base held them in place and they began to prickle almost immediately.
"Zack, should these be itching me?"
He nodded. "This is a special version of artificial hair with magnetic nano-fins on its roots. The fluid I rubbed on your brows is magnetic as well; it aligns the nano-fins with the pores in your skin and and they're currently burrowing down. Once I apply a short electric burst, the roots burrow further in, the fins open up and anchor themselves."
The artist handed me the grips. "Hold the cylinders and wrap the elastic band over your knuckles." He twisted a dial on the box.
"Ready?"
I nodded. He pressed a button and I felt a quick sharp pain above my eyes.
"Ouch!"
"All done!" Zack proceeded to gently rub my eyebrows with the hot damp sponge until all of the pink base was removed.
Zack pulled down each lower eyelid and inserted the contacts. After a few seconds of blurriness, all was clear again and he handed me a tissue to wipe the moisture from my face. The puncher was positioned over each earlobe and in a moment, I was now sporting two large diamond studs.
He looked at me intently as a slow grin spread across his face. "Damn... I AM good...."
He tapped my leg. "All done. Let's go - wait till you see your new tats!" He threw me a black posing pouch. "Put this on." Although my massive erection had started to soften, I could barely manage to get my junk into the black material. I flexed with pleasure and watched my newly darkened skin pop into extreme definition and vascularity.
As we walked to the other operating area, I passed a mirror and stopped dead in my tracks.
"Jesus Christ..."
I couldn't believe it. A bald and massively muscled dark-skinned hispanic stared back at me and then broke out into a wide, bright-white grin. The dark brown - almost black - eyes were the perfect complement to the dirt-trade piece of meat I had become. The changes to my face were minor, but obvious - any recognition as 'Mateo Castillon' was completely obliterated unless you looked really, really closely. I also noticed that my head was a bit broader and rounder than it had been before - the perfect shape for my physique and for who I was now. The thicker black eyebrows were perfect on my face as well.
"I can also permanently dye your eyes that dark brown if you get tired of wearing contacts any time you want."
That thought pushed me over the edge. I pulled down the pouch, grabbed a bottle of lube from a nearby table and poured the slick liquid over my aching cock as my erection returned with a vengeance. I threw the bottle aside as I jerked off my thick ten-inches to the amazing reflection before me. Within moments, I threw my head back and groaned as the orgasm of my life ripped through me, spattering the mirror's entire lower half with silvery goo dripping slowly to the floor.
I put my hands on my knees and bent over to catch my breath. "Dios, that was AMAZING..."
During my performance, Zack had crossed his arms over his chest with a wide grin on his face. "I'm impressed - that's at least two quarts! No wonder Charlie is such a happy guy! C'mon 'Inti' ... pull up your pouch and let's get you inked."
* * *
This new area was dominated by a large metal frame with numerous articulated arms built into it. Some were large, others were delicate and all of them had specialized tips of an unknown purpose. A large, double-wide operating table had been wheeled under the center of the frame.
"I'm using a computer AI-controlled process to paint the new versions of your tats onto your skin. These articulating arms are will be doing all the work. Get on the table, please?"
He handed me a pair of goggles like the type you wear in a tanning salon. "Put these on. The light intensity for the initial ink application is extremely strong - I don't want you to damage your vision. Close your eyes and just relax."
In a few moments, I sensed a bright glare behind the goggles as I felt a series of feather-light touches on the skin of my delts. After several minutes, the light vanished, followed by a sound I could sense rather than actually hear. This was followed by warm drafts of air up and down my arms. After another brief interlude, the entire process repeated.
"OK Mattie - all done! You look FANTASTIC! Want to take a look?"
"Absolutely!" I got off the table and moved over to another large mirror.
"Damn...." There I was - 'Inti Valderama' - the jacked-up dirt-trade latino slave and stable-stud with QR codes on my delts announcing my 'property' status to the world.
"But wait, there's more!" Zack scurried away to return quickly with metal wand with a translucent glassy blade that looked like a cross between a metal detector and a short lightsaber.
"This is the phase-changer. Here's the power switch, and this is the selector switch for your tats." He turned the switch to "1" and pressed the power button. The wand's blade glowed a bright blue and Zack slowly trailed the lighted section over one of my delts and then the other. I watched in amazement as the QR codes faded and were replaced with my alpha-omega and my lion. He flipped the switch to the "2" position - the blade glowed a deep red and he repeated the process of wanding my arms. My original ink disappeared and the QR codes were again prominently displayed.
"Fuck ... that is INCREDIBLE!"
Zack switched off the wand. "I had three of these made up for you. Just plug in the wand for 8 hours and the charge lasts for 30 days. Uses a regular USB-C cord and charger."
"How will you explain about the skin and the hair - or rather, lack of it?"
"Well, I told everyone I was doing some prospecting in the Bahamas. I was also googling about sand parasites, so my excuse is that I got a bad case of sand lice and the best way to treat it was to shave my hair off. I also caught some amoebic parasite in the water on the beach as well. First choice was some medicine, but I had a reaction to it and got really dark - That'll take care of both changes at once."
I pulled him into my arms and gave him a deep kiss. "Zack, how can I ever thank you for this?"
Zack grinned. "Well, Let's get your activation coat sprayed on and complete the process!" He paused. "Then I wouldn't mind getting that 10-inch cock slammed inside me once everything's all dried!"
I kissed him again and fondled the growing bulge at his crotch. "Oh, I think that can be arranged... and I'll take care of this too..."
The activation coat smelled even worse than the dyes, but it dried quickly. I stroked my permanently darkened body, threw Zack over my shoulder and bounded upstairs to his bedroom.
* * *
SEVENTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 5:02pm
After raping Zack multiple times, then sucking him off more than once, I left the exhausted artist sprawled in bed. I quietly left the room and headed downstairs to take a shower. It felt wonderful seeing those dark hands moving over my dark skin under the cool water and I grinned at the truly 'new and improved' (and permanent) version of me.
I dried off; then slipped the three steel cockrings - visible evidence of my stable stud status - over my junk and grunted as I forced the heavy steel plug back into my ass. I pulled on a tight red tank, short denim shorts and workboots then began the long walk to the subway.
Within minutes, I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat; I had a enormous bulge at my crotch and I had no inhibitions whatsoever of stroking it in public. I was filled with an incredible feeling of confidence and lust showing off my massive physique, deep hispanic skin, bald head, brown eyes and slave tats. The butt-plug rubbed against my prostate, shooting waves of pleasure through me with each step I took. I absolutely reveled in the surreptitious and lustful looks I received sauntering down the street and standing in the subway car, grinning and flexing my muscles and tats for the audience.
SEVENTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 7:30pm
Given Ori's attention to my extracurricular activities, I needed to be even more circumspect looking as I did now. At least he hadn't discovered my adventures as 'Jake'. I reached my apartment building and headed around the back to the service entrance to let myself in, taking the freight elevator up to eighteenth floor. I strode down the corridor and quietly entered the duplex Charlie and I shared.
I unlaced my boots, stripped off the tank and shorts then headed to the bathroom.
The black posing pouch was damp and sticky from the jism leaking out from the long walk and subway ride back to Manhattan and seeing 'Inti' in the mirror again caused an immediate and painful erection.
I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the bedroom. From the top drawer of my dresser, I pulled out a yellow thong, my screw-dildo and a jar of Hyperlube; once that monster was thoroughly coated with the slick material, I pulled off the towel and got down on all fours. I savored each moment as the massive intruder was twisted completely into my guts until only the metal ring was pressed firmly against my pucker.
I loved the sense of servility it gave me and slowly levered myself off the floor with a satisfying sense of accomplishment.
I still had to establish my alibi for Kriatos. Loping into the study, I turned on the laptop on my desk; Zack had assisted in setting the internal clock for Bahamas time and had installed a VPN to make it appear I was at the Ocean Club; and he added something on my cellphone to do the same. I put on my glasses and started to check my email.
* * *
SEVENTEEN WEEKS LATER - WEDNESDAY, 9:45pm
I had been working for about an hour when I heard the front door lock open and some voices in the foyer.
"Mattie? You home? Tony's here with me."
Since their last Conversion, Tony had become a much closer member in our relationship. He was a welcome addition at any time and both Charlie and I enjoyed the attention and affection that his massive partner showed towards both of us. I jokingly referred to him as Charlie's 'work husband' which was not far off the mark; both myself and Tony loved Charlie more than life itself and we thoroughly enjoyed the close bonds we shared.
"In the study, amor..." I stood up from the desk to display the 'new and improved' version of me. I winced as the gigantic plug inside shifted and spasmed my guts.
Charlie entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks; Tony bumped into him and was slackjawed with shock.
"Mother of God..."
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
I grinned as I circled the desk and put my arms around my husband (or rather, my owner) and gave him a deep kiss; our tongues dueled for supremacy until we finally broke for air.
"Jesus, Mattie - you look FANTASTIC!" Charlie's rough hands stroked my face, tracing the changes made to my brow, nose and lips, then fondled my QR tats and stroked down my arms; he kneaded my package as it stretched the pouch to bursting and reached around to squeeze my ass; his eyes widened as he felt the metal ring of the screw dildo buried inside me.
"Zack was so right about everything! I love the way I look, Charlie! Check this out!" I had one of the phase-changers on the desk, turned it on and swept the bright blue light slowly over one massive delt, then the other. The two patrolmen looked on in shock as the QR codes faded away and my tribal lion and alpha-omega reappeared.
"Holy shit! I don't believe what I'm seeing!"
I flipped the switch and the wand glowed red. I repeated the process and my original tats vanished as the QR codes grew more distinct and solidified on my shoulders.
Tony held my face in his hands and gave me a deep kiss as well. "Mattie, you look so fucking HOT with the dark skin and brown eyes! And the bald head just pushes it right over the top! You staying this way?"
A huge grin split my dark face. "Well, the skintone is permanent, but for the next two weeks, I'm 'Inti Valderama' - your property and dirt-trade hispanic stable stud! I haven't decided on the hair or eyes yet, but I'm leaning towards keeping the whole package as it is!"
At their puzzled expressions, I explained that everyone at work believed I was out of town in the Bahamas. The tropical location, a local illness, a reaction to some medication and a supposed infestation of sand lice would cover the explanation of my new appearance.
I looked at the obscenely engorged crotches of the two off-duty patrolmen and chuckled, assuming my gutter Spanglish accent . "I think I gotta take care of my owners right now ... get naked an' encuéntrame en la alcoba!"
SEVENTEEN - NINETEEN WEEKS LATER
While I still maintained my punishing weekly workout schedule, not having to be present at Kriatos for the next two weeks gave me far more time to pursue nonstop rough sex at the various venues I had explored during my slave training. As I mentioned before, Dani and Baz had been impressed at my initiative of offering my ass and throat to any willing participant. I had known about the Black Gold Lounge from Charlie, but Dani was able to suggest several more locations - no doubt due to the 24/7 video surveillance at the sex club - and some scarily powerful AI-based facial recognition and intelligence systems there as well.
"Can I help you?"
I gave him a bright white smile. "I unnerstand you guys like heavy-duty stress relief."
He gave me a strange look. "I'm not sure what you're talking a-"
I winked and flexed. "Hips and lips, Cap..."
A slow grin spread across his rugged face. "Come to my office and let me sample the goods..."
"Inti! I didn't recognize you without hair! What's up?"
I leaned against the brick wall and chuckled, looking at his crotch. "Seems like you are, Danny..."
He blushed.
I peeled down my jeans to display my red posing pouch.
"C'mon, Danny ... use your hose... fuck me hard!"
He didn't need any encouragement. My pouch joined my jeans around my ankles and soon I was moaning as he pushed me against the firehouse wall and pistoned in and out of my ass. He grunted in relief as a geyser of jism scalded my guts.
"Damn, that felt good, amigo!! You know I'm always real happy to service you bomberos..."
He zipped himself up. "Wait here, Inti..." He vanished into the firehouse.
In a few moments, groups of firemen - twos or threes - came out with anticipatory smiles on their faces and formed a line.
* * *
One guy (almost as massive as me, but not as ripped) in a leather vest strode over, grabbed my hair and growled. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
He gave me a hard look and dragged me out of the bar and around the back, pushing me to my knees. "I'm Deuce."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his pierced cock, which rapidly grew to over nine thick and hard inches.
The biker gave me a wicked grin. "Suck me off, and if you're good enough, you're gonna get your throat and ass filled with cum from the rest of the Crimson Skulls!"
It was a mid-afternoon when I got to The Devil's Chain. I wasn't sure the establishment was open, but there were a few motorcycles parked outside. I pulled on the door and it opened easily. The bar wasn't crowded, but a number of bikers from the Crimson Skulls were there already, Deuce among them. I got several suspicious looks as Deuce stomped over to me.
"Nice tan, fuckboy. What happened to your hair?"
"My owner didn't want me to have hair no more, guapo. He put some stuff on mi cabeza an' I been bald since."
"Makes you look more like the dirt-trade slave you are." He grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans and pulled me out the back door to the alley behind the bar. Then shoved me against the brick wall and gave me another hard kiss.
"Wait here for me and Reaper. We need our cocks sucked and you need to get your ass filled with plenty of biker cum."
* * *
I also had some 'high end' clients. These were some investment bankers working at Veridian-Parker. I'd text a date and time to a number and show up behind their building on Park Avenue. Over the span of a few hours I'd get several men in business suits coming down to skullfuck me, rape my ass, or both.
Today was a slow day. I had been waiting for over an hour behind the building with no one making an appearance. I decided I'd wait for another thirty minutes before I left. At that point, I heard a noise from the end of the alley and Cameron Cooke made an appearance. Cam was a regular customer and lacked the overweening arrogance as well as that 'lean and hungry look' of his fellow employees. I crossed my arms and gave him a big smile.
"Inti?? You shaved your head? Wow! You look real intimidating now. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, but there was a big IPO meeting and I couldn't leave."
"No worries, Cam... I unnerstand..."
I knelt down in front of him, unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out of his briefs. I licked the tip until it grew hard, then grabbed his ass and slammed his equipment down my throat. He held onto my shoulders as I kept up a reciprocating rhythm until I felt him tense; he groaned as a thick gusher of cum slid down my throat.
We both were breathing hard with exertion. He stroked my face. "That was great, Inti ... thank you."
He was the only client - anywhere - that ever said 'Thank you.'
"Inti, can I ask you something?"
I smiled and winked. "Sure, Cam - you wanna fuck my ass too, today?"
He looked embarrassed. "No... I... I wondered... could you... " He paused and then the words spilled out. "Would you please fuck ME, Inti? Would you please shove your cock up my ass?"
Damnit. My timing sucked. "Oh chico, I'd love to fuck your ass, but I can't. See?" I got off my knees and shucked down my jeans and pouch to reveal the stainless steel prison around my cock. I had locked on the chastity cage this morning to see how long I could keep it on and I was getting a massive high from wearing it in public as well.
"What is that?"
"Cocklock. My owner don't want me usin' my dick. He said, 'You supposed to be usin' your throat an' your ass. Entiendame? That comes off when I feel like it.' "
He stroked the gleaming steel prison. "Does it hurt?"
"Only when it got put on an' if I get too excited. But it feels real good once it's on, Cam. I don't know when he's gonna take it off. You need special keys to remove it." I pulled up my pouch and rezipped my jeans. The cage made an extremely obvious and rock-hard bulge at my crotch
Cam took out his wallet and removed a card, wrote something on the back and then peeled off ten hundred-dollar bills and handed all of them to me.
"Cam! That's too much money for jus' suckin' you off!"
The banker smiled and gave me a soft kiss. "No, it's not. Not for you. That's my cell. Call me when your owner takes that off of you - I want you to fuck me long and hard as soon as you can!"
* * *
And of course there was the Black Gold Lounge. It was your typical low-rent gay bar - dingy, a bit run down, and full of customers looking for hard sex with no strings attached. The vibe here was more laid-back than the frenetic activity at the Greasetank and had a much more regular clientele. This was my favorite place for rough-trade action, with the biker bar coming in a close second.
Today was special - I had been wearing the chastity cage for 36 hours straight - and after the pain of the initial insertion, the steel prison around my cock and balls felt great- I had a constant buzz of pleasure from both ends with my ass stuffed with the metal plug. After a thorough workout and a shower, I started to get ready for tonight's adventures at the Black Gold Lounge.
Tonight would be the first time at the gay bar since my transformation and I was looking forward to servicing the black and brown guys at the run-down establishment. I left my building via the service entrance (I wasn't quite ready to leave by the front door yet) in my "slave uniform" - lightly oiled all over, lots of Axe body spray, open plaid shirt with the sleeves torn out, short jeans and workboots - and headed across town towards the subway.
It was mindblowing to realize that only a week ago I had been recognizable as jacked-up white guy with hair - now that was gone for good; I was a dangerous-looking, overbuilt dark-skinned bald hispanic - with all of the menacing implications that entailed. I let my mind wander as the train swayed on the tracks to my destination.
* * *
It took about an hour to arrive at the Black Gold Lounge; by that time, it was growing dark and the neon lights had been switched on bathe the exterior in tones of lurid orange and yellow.
As I sauntered into the lounge, I stripped off my shirt and took a seat at the bar. It was still early evening and the interior wasn't crowded. Yet.
"Gimme a Corona Familiar, Fred'"
The bartender gave me a quizzical look and I returned it with a big grin. "It's me, Fred. It's Inti. I don' look like me no more with no hair on mi cabeza?"
That little nudge clicked the gears in his head and locked my new identity in place for him. I made him concentrate on my bald head instead of the slight, but noticeable change to my visage.
I got a big smile in response. "Inti! Jeez, man ... you really do look different without your hair. Better. Rougher..." He paused and leered. "More fuckable..."
I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.
As we were speaking, more patrons came into the bar; the looks I got spoke volumes and in no uncertain terms indicated what was on their minds.
Fred let out a piercing whistle. "Hey guys! Inti's back!"
That declaration was met with smiles and cheers; all at once I was fondled by many eager hands and many tongues slid down my throat in hungry anticipation. I untied my boots and slipped of my shorts, just leaving the yellow posing pouch on my dark skin - along with the shirt, I handed everything to Fred, who put it behind the counter.
I strolled around the bar, grinning and joking with the black and brown guys who were all eager for some rough sex with me.
Jason - a burly, black construction worker - yelled out. "Hey Inti, you know what time it is?"
I knew the game and followed along. "No Jace - ¿qué hora es?"
"Time for me to fuck your ass!"
That produced a roar of laughter from the crowd. I gave him a crooked smile as I hooked my thumbs into the sides of the pouch and pulled it down to drop it on the floor. The noise level sank and silence filled the bar as the guys saw the steel cage around my cock and balls.
"What the fuck is that?"
I gave all of them a huge grin. "It's a cocklock. Mí poseedor don' want me usin' my dick no more without his okay... you guys know what a fuckin' puto I am!!!" That produced a chuckle from the gathering. I put my leg up on a chair and grabbed the stem of the butt plug; I hissed as my arm strained with effort and with a loud "PLOP!" the four-inch steel sphere came out of my ass. The size of that intruder garnered a gasp of surprise as well from the crowd.
"Don't that hurt you, ese?"
"Only if I get hard, Santi! But it hurts so good!"
I dismissed the anxious looks I was getting from some of the crowd. "Cálmate, guys, don' worry 'bout me! I'm here to suck dick an' get mi culo fucked and fisted!"
The patrons roared in approval; Jason was the first one to unzip his fly, lube up, and start piston-fucking my ass. The crowd cheered as the construction worker pumped his thick cock into my guts as he bent me over a table.
Fred wasted no time in organizing the crowd; he set up two lines - one for my ass and one for my throat and I grinned in anticipation of the night ahead of me. The first of many here again - but probably without the cage from now on.
* * *
TWENTY WEEKS LATER - MONDAY, 8:00am
Today was the day.
Today I would be going back to Kriatos and showing off the "new" Mateo Castilion for all the world to see. I was wearing the same pale gray suit, same white shirt and same green tie as I had two weeks ago, but back then I was a white bodybuilder with brown hair from the beaches of Mykonos; now I looked like an dieseled, bald latino enforcer for a Mexican drug lord.
And that reflection in the mirror was all that mattered to me. I adjusted my tie again for the fifth or sixth time. Damn, I wished I could go in with my ripped shirt, cutoffs and workboots - wearing a suit just didn't feel - appropriate - any more. Not for a slave.
Charlie wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the ear. "Mattie, stop worrying so much! You look fine."
"I hear a 'but' in there, amor."
He was right. I had been thinking it would be easier for everyone to see at least part of the "old" Mateo as they got used to the "new" one, but that was only going to delay their acceptance of the inevitable and cause more anxiety.
"You're right Charlie, thanks! I think that's what was bothering me deep down." Whatever I was called, I was 'Inti Valderama' now and the sooner everyone else got used to seeing that dark-skinned latino lowlife, the better.
I hurried into the bedroom, grabbed the diamond studs from my dresser and headed to the bathroom. I put the studs in my ears and slipped in a pair of the brown-black contacts; when I came out, Charlie gave me a big grin.
"MUCH better, Mattie! You look perfect! And you look perfectly comfortable now!"
I preened at my reflection in the mirror and smiled at his insight, then pulled him in for a deep kiss.
"Wish me luck, sweetheart!" I picked up my briefcase and headed towards the elevator.
* * *
Jorge the doorman did a double-take when I said goodbye to him and I chuckled at his reaction. Response on the street as I walked from the Fifth Avenue duplex to the Kriatos building on Park Avenue was even better than before; I was definitely getting longer (and lustier) looks as I sauntered crosstown to work. As I was crossing Madison Avenue, I realized I had left my collection of beaded bracelets at home. I made a mental note to not forget them again tomorrow.
In a few minutes, I reached the building's lobby and pushed through the revolving doors. I garnered several looks with an uncertain degree of recognition as I strode towards the executive elevators.
From the corner of my eye, I caught one of the security guards making a beeline to stop me.
I stopped and gave him a wide, white smile from ear to ear.
"Hello, Jesse."
He looked closely at me and his jaw dropped open. "Mr. Castilion???"
"You look shocked." Jesse Torres was a recent hire and personally selected by Ori. He was a trim and extremely well-muscled, no-nonsense latino with black hair in a short fade cut, a tightly clipped beard and mustache and with eyebrow slits over one eye. He was also as queer as a three-dollar-bill, but hid it perfectly.
"Wha... what... "
"It's a long story. I was in the Bahamas for the past two weeks and I got an infection. The medicine worked, but really turned me dark. Then I got sand lice." I chuckled. "Fastest way to get rid of that was just to shave my head. It was drastic, but I actually love the way I look! I may stay this way!"
He gave me a bright grin. "You look amazing, sir!" I glanced down to see the impression of a large cock slithering down the leg of his uniform pants. He followed my eyes and blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh, Jeez...."
I clapped him on the shoulder and gave it a quick massage. I lowered my voice. "Why don't you come up to my office around 2pm and I'll take care of that for you." I winked as he stood openmouthed as I entered the elevator car and the doors shut behind me.
The silence was deafening as I arrived on the executive floor and headed to my office. The looks of shock on the various faces was even more pronounced than when I flashed my chastity cage at the Black Gold Lounge. My assistant Chara seemed particularly troubled and distressed.
"Hi gorgeous!" I give her a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Any Acts of God we need to deal with today? Can we use the Suez safely yet? I'd like to get a leg up on the competition if we can..."
My assistant was speechless. "What ... why do you look like that? You look different - not just your skin, but your face... it's you, but not YOU anymore..."
That was something everyone had to get used to.
"Chara, the official story is during my trip in the Bahamas, I got an amoebic infection and I had a bad reaction to the medication. That caused my skin to get really dark and they don't know how long it'll stay this way. I also got an infestation of sand lice and the most efficient cure was to shave my head. The real story is after I bulked up the way I did over the past three months, I came to realize THIS is what and who I need to be. The same people that jacked me up made these changes as well."
She stroked my face, stopping to fondle one of the diamond studs in my ears. "What happened to your eyes?"
"I'm wearing contacts. I figured since I want to look like a jacked-up, dirt-trade male whore from the slums of Honduras or Guatemala from now on, I should go all the way, right?"
Despite her upset, she laughed. "Is this permanent?"
I nodded. "The dark skin is permanent. So are the alterations to my face. The eyes aren't yet, but will be soon. I haven't decided about my hair, but being bald - and completely smooth all over - feels great!"
My cousin was quiet for a moment. "Was this why you've were going to those bars?"
A scowl crossed my face. "Ori's been shooting off his mouth, hasn't he? But, yes. Since I put on all this muscle, I get a massive high servicing black and brown guys - plus bikers - out for rough gay sex. And looking like this amps that feeling tenfold."
Chara had the sense to look embarrassed. "He was worried about you, I don't think there was anything malicious in trailing you to those places. He was afraid you'd get hurt. What about Charlie? What does he have to say about this change?"
"Charlie doesn't mind. He's also fine with me having some outside fun when we're not together." I paused and winked. "And this look really turns his crank!"
She laughed. "It IS very sexy, Mateo. Very carnal. Very menacing, too."
"I know. You should see what I look like in a open ripped shirt, cutoffs and workboots... Let me catch up on all the paperwork and then let's discuss you transitioning into my role here."
She appeared shocked. "Don't look so surprised, Chara. You've got amazing skills and you run this place like a well-oiled machine. I don't have to do much even when I am here! If I hadn't told you that enough before, I should have and I'm sorry. You're the real brains behind Kriatos North America."
"What will you do?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe work for one of Uncle's shadier businesses.... or just live a life of dissolution and petty crime...."
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. "I'll spread the 'official' news and quiet down the rumor mill ... talk to you later!"
"I didn't believe it - but all the gossip is true - you DO look like some jacked up fuckboy from Guadalajara!"
"Ori, I caught this real nasty infection in the Bahamas...."
"Don't you even TRY to bullshit me, Mateo!!! You didn't use the company plane, there was no activity on your passport, and there's no charges on your company card! You've been off the grid for two weeks and you come back here looking like THIS?"
He paused. "And what the hell happened to your eyes?"
I slid one of the lenses over to display the original deep green of my iris. I blinked and it slipped back in place. "I'm wearing contacts. I think with this skintone I look much better this way. I can't tell you how content I am looking like this now, Ori. I haven't felt this happy in years! Charlie's ecstatic about the new me as well!"
His nose flared as he glared angrily at me. "The new you, Teo? What is wrong with your head?"
His voice grew louder. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course Charlie is happy - you look like some jacked-up illegal alien that should be behind bars and fucked to death! Did Charlie make you do this? Why are you destroying yourself?" Ori was nearly in tears.
"NOTHING is wrong, damn you!! Nothing is wrong with me or my head! I decided I wanted to bulk up, and I did!
I decided I wanted... needed to look like a 'jacked up fuckboy from Guadalajara' from now on too! You have a problem with that?"
Ori hung his head and I could see tears streaking his cheeks. "I... no... I don't know what to say right now, Mateo..."
"Then get the hell out of my office and don't come back unless you have some Kriatos business to discuss!"
He left with his shoulders slumped and trudged out of office - I got up and slammed the door behind him.
* * *
I was reading some additional contracts when I heard a knock on my door and Chara popped her head in.
"Mateo, Jesse - one of the guards from the lobby - is here. He said something about a 2 o'clock appointment?"
I smiled and took off my glasses. "Sure! Send him in!"
Chara ushered the guard into my office and quietly left. Jesse looked a bit nervous as I stood up motioned him to follow me. We entered the en-suite and I locked the door behind us. I undid my belt and began to unzip my pants.
"Strip off that uniform, Jesse. I said I'd take care of that hardon of yours and I will."
"Mr. Castillon, I ...." He looked scared and eager at the same time.
I loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. I could see that the impression of his cock down his pants leg was even larger than it had been this morning. Seeing myself in the now-open shirt and black pouch with the tie around my neck was giving me - as well as Jesse - a massive hardon.
"Shhhh." I moved closer to him and tipped his head up. I gave his lips a gentle kiss. "Take off those clothes for me."
Jesse's body was trim, completely smooth, and muscular, with a ripped and shredded physique that was accented by some ink running down the intercostals on one side of his torso and a colorful tattooed sleeve running down the opposite powerful arm. His crotch was smooth as well and his thick nine inches was surrounded by a wide steel c-ring.
"Very impressive - you've got a great body, Jesse. Very photogenic..." I stroked down his massive arms and traced the crevasse between his pecs and the plateaus and mesas of his six-pack abs. A look of panic crossed his face.
The young guard let out a deep breath as I caressed him, "Mr. Castillion, I... I do adult films on the side... please don't tell Mr. Galinis about that, I don't want to lose my job!"
"Oh, I don't think you have to have any worries about that, handsome..." I'm sure Ori knew about that when he hired you. I kissed him again and he smiled in relief.
He flexed for me as I returned his grin and pulled down my black pouch, exposing my massive equipment surrounded by the three steel cockrings.
The shocked look on his face was priceless. "Madre de Dios..."
I grabbed one of the sleeves of my open shirt and ripped it off, followed by the other one, exposing my ink. Damn, that felt so much better; I had spares in the closet for later. Then I knelt down and held his hips as I began to lick his cock. "Mmmmm..." I reached around and squeezed his ass, and to my surprise, felt the familiar cap of a metal butt plug pressed against his pucker.
I pulled back and grinned up at him. "Butt plug, too? I am impressed, Jesse!"
The young guard chuckled. "Yeah, a while back I saw this product video on the forttroff.com site - it was sorta like two grimy young convicts in a bunk bed. One guy slipped a combo cock ring and a little plug into his butt. I wanted to order one for a film I was in, but it was really, really small. I wanted something a bigger. I found this site in Germany that sold solid steel balls.... why are you laughing?"
"MEO?"
"Yeah! That's the one... How do you know?"
"You're not the only one sporting cockrings and wearing a German steel butt plug, Jesse... what size is up your chute right now?"
I turned around to display the steel plate of my own butt plug. Another look of absolute amazement crossed his handsome face. I turned back to grasp his hips.
"I'm wearing a four-incher right now. Custom-made. And call me Mateo."
With that, I continued to lave his dick until it was completely slick with my saliva, then pulled him down my throat. Jesse held my shoulders and began a slow, rhythmic skullfuck.
The young guard continued thrusting his cock into my throat. He sped up. "Oh God, Oh God... Arrrggghh!" I felt three - then five - then ten- hot loads of his jism scald my gullet.
He was breathing hard when he pulled out and gave me a weary grin. "Damn... you were great, Mr. Cas- Mateo... I've never had my cock sucked like that before!"
I kissed the tip of his still hard and leaking equipment and winked at the young bearded face. "Well, if you're up to it, pull out my plug and fuck my ass. There's some Hyperlube in the top drawer over there. I don't have any meetings until 3:30!"
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Readers, I can't tell you how much FUN I am having with these AI tools! The ability to write the story, then describe what I imagine and then and have that mental picture come to life is mindbending!
There's still some times where searching online for a picture works better; or even with the generated image, I need to do some photo tweaking (like adding the tats), but overall these tools truly help the creative process hum along faster and easier than ever before!
Of course, all the AI tools can be a bit prissy when writing "Draw me a picture showing..." with some explicit descriptions, but I've found phraseology helps a great deal, and when that fails, I describe something as temporally close to what I want and let YOU take that final leap of imagination.
For example, when Inti was going to suck off the investment banker, I couldn't describe the actual act and have it generate an image; however, describing what the scenario was RIGHT BEFORE that occurred worked perfectly!
I still have a number of generated images I want to use and more stories will be forthcoming!
And once more, thank you again for being loyal readers and following this blog for the past EIGHTEEN years!
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