Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal - Hector and Damien

"You know, sweetheart, we're going to have to tell Damien sooner or later. You can't keep putting off seeing him or going to Greece. We also don't know if anyone at Kriatos - Chara excluded - will spill the beans about your "illness."

Chuy and I were sitting in the living room of our duplex. As usual, we were both wearing nothing except our thongs as far as clothing went. I winced in discomfort as the gigantic screw dildo within me shifted deep within my guts.

"You're right, amor ... I've been putting it off because I really don't know how to approach him. Do I keep up the pretense of the reaction to a tropical disease treatment, or do I tell him I decided to become a dark-skinned low-class latino fuckboy whose goal in life is getting as much cock up his ass or down his throat from as many men as humanly possible?"

Chuy made a face. "After I went on assignment as a black felon and Dani - the guy I asked to watch over you - turned you into the sex slave you are now. Don't forget that. Your uncle would probably have me drawn and quartered and have the pieces thrown off a cliff for doing this to you."

I sighed. "You didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know what was going to happen - or realize how much I enjoyed it. I don't regret any of my decisions - not for a moment. And they were MY decisions, not yours, amor. I could have gone back to Kriatos - just the  hypermuscular version - but I couldn't. Being with Dani and Baz opened my eyes to what I truly had to become - just a jacked-up piece of meat to service other men. Just a dirt-trade, low-class fuckboy."

"I think we need to get Hector involved - he can provide the medical coverage we need for Damien. At least Ori has accepted your decision and has stuck with your Caribbean excuse - even if he doesn't like it."

As usual, my husband (and owner) was right. At least for Uncle Damien, we needed to keep my true reasons for becoming the puto I was now from him.

"I'll call Hector and see when he can get away for a day or so without Uncle missing him."

* * *

My cousin Hector may appear to be the classic Greek playboy, but he's a doctor (and an outstandingly good one at that), with an amazing degree of intelligence, insight and intution. So when I asked him to come to New York, he was immediately suspicious as to why I couldn't come to Greece. And why I hadn't seen any of the family in almost two years. I finally had to say, 'Because I need to talk to you about something and I don't want Uncle to know anything about it.' 

That convinced him. He said he'd call me back when he could get away without his father knowing.

* * *

In a few days, my cousin called back and told me he'd arranged a few days the following week "at a conference" and to expect him by next Wednesday. Ori would pick him up and he would be in the city by noon.

I let out a deep breath as I hung up the phone as Chuy embraced me. "I hope we're doing the right thing, amor."

"We don't really have a choice, do we?" 

My owner pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I guess not."

* * *

Wednesday came sooner than I expected. I received a call from the front desk that Hector had arrived and I told the concierge to send him up. Chuy opened the door to the apartment and waited for the elevator. He was leaning against the doorframe in a tight, light blue Underarmour compression tee and an electric blue thong, with a big white smile on his dark face and his massive arms crossed over his herculean chest.

The elevator doors opened and Hector stepped into the hallway. He was wearing a snug tank shirt over a pair of jeans and a pair of white leather sneakers completed the outfit. Hector is about two years younger than me (although he looks even younger), with wavy black hair, expressive black eyebrows and some light stubble on his face.

"Γεια σου κούκλε! Καιρό έχουμε να τα πούμε!" ("Hey stud, long time no see!", ed.) 

He turned with a grin on his face that immediately turned to disbelief. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chuy standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Heck, it's me. It's Charlie." 

"But, but ..."

My owner grinned. "I know. I know. I don't quite look the way I used to. C'mon in. It's a long story." 

Hector's shock doubled when he saw another heavily-muscled, bald latino standing nearly naked in the living room with a big smile on his face as well. "Hey cousin - like the 'new and improved' me?" I gave him a big embrace and I brought him over to the sofa. 

"Sit, Εκτούλης (affectionate diminutive of 'Hector', ed.) - looks like you need it."

I joined him and poured him a glass of juice. Chuy peeled off his shirt and sat down as well.

He continued to ogle us. "I hear your voices and see that your smiles and mannerisms are the same, but you're not YOU any more ... what's going on? What happened?"

Chuy continued. "Heck, you know I've been getting bigger physically for a while. Last time we were in Mykonos everyone was commenting on it ... but part of my undercover police work involves taking some ... substances ... to enhance my physique. With that substance and heavy gym work, this is what happens - and the muscular changes are permanent." 

"Steroids?"

"Not exactly, but there are similarities. The substance actually makes you healthier as well as more physically developed. It also seems to fix your biological clock somewhere in the late twenties - although we haven't exactly proved that yet. There's also something that amps your libido and makes you much more sexually versatile." He paused.  "I've taken both."

"There's also a process where my physical appearance completely changes without surgery. It's  permanent, but reversible. Even my teeth and fingerprints change too. I've been a jacked up black felon for months at a time as well. Right now, my name is 'Chuy Calderon', a Guatemalan cop. I get put into something that looks like a huge die-cast machine. There are molds for my new features and they get imprinted onto me. There's also a dye that covers my tats and changes my skintone and eye color. This time, the changes are slight, but with my lips, nose, eyebrow ridge and head shape all different, I look like a completely different person."

Hector stared at him. "I see what you mean. I can sort of see a bit of the old you, but it's quite hard to focus on that. If you hadn't told me this and I saw you on the street, I would think you were someone else altogether."

"Mattie asked if he could take the same substance and become as massive as I am. We needed to get clearance for that to happen..."

" - and I got it. And I did."

 Heck stroked Chuy's body and face. "$\text{Ουαˊου}$... " ("Damn..." ed.)

"But I also was working out with guys that got me thinking I should also look physically different too. Harder. Rougher. Darker. More ethnic. I went thru the same process as Chuy does for his police work and I absolutely loved the result. I got Changed first. It's been about 22 months living as the 'new and improved' version of me. That's why we haven't been to Greece lately. It would be hard for me to explain how and why I look completely different now."

Hector turned to my owner. "What about you?"

"I got permission to look like a dirt-trade latino for six months, but I'm hoping to get clearance to stay this way permanently."

"You mean you wouldn't look like your original black-haired, blue-eyed self ever again?"

Chuy shook his head and grinned. "Nope. I would stay looking this way from now on. Frankly, Heck, I love being this way as well. My partner was allowed to Change too. So there's three of us that are massively built, low-class, hairless hispanics now."

My owner paused. "Once Mattie Changed into the guy you see now, he decided he wanted to stay a dieseled, bald, rough-trade latino forever. So he got his original features and prints destroyed. The dye I mentioned also has a permanent version that can't be removed. He had that done too. The original Mattie is gone for good."

"And this is the replacement!" 

"Παναγία μου!" ("My all holy!", ed).

I continued in Greek. "My name is 'Inti Valderama' now - and I'm a Guatemalan too - just a not-so-legal one with a sixth-grade education." My cousin continued to stare at me - particularly at the detailed QR ink on my boulder-sized deltoids. "When I was getting jacked up, I also was forced into a lot of rough sex with quite of number of low-class felons and blue-collar guys as part of that process - I found that trolling for cock - being just a dirt-trade fuckboy - was the REAL me ... not running Kriatos. These tats..."  I flexed my QR codes. "...show I'm just a poústi (gay hustler, ed.) and a piece of property now to the people that know what these represent."

Hector began stroking my body. I chuckled. "I can tell you really like what you see, Heck..." 

I gently fondled my cousin's swollen crotch through the tight denim of his jeans as he massaged my own gigantic equipment through the thong. I laughed. "Everything got bigger, Heck. EVERYTHING." While Hector had been caressing me, Chuy began stroking the back of my cousin's neck and giving it a gentle kiss. 

"This is amazing. What about your hair?"

"Had all of it permanently removed. Charlie's - Chuy's - is basically asleep now. Nothing will grow until a counteragent wakes it up."

"Or when I get it permanently removed as well."

"Who - who knows about these ... substances and this process?"

"The guys at the Four-One, the guys that invented the substances, the guy that created the process and just a few more - we're talking the blackest of black ops type of stuff here."

I spoke up. "I can also swap my ink back. Look!" I took the phase change wand off a table and stroked my QR tats. In a few moments, they faded and my original alpha-omega and lion reappeared. I then changed the settings on the wand and re-stroked my delts. The QR tats once again detailed my shoulders.

Hector shook his head. "This is getting more fantastic by the minute..."

Chuy continued. "If I get permission - which I think I will - I'll go for the permanent Change as well, and the guy that does that will give me phase-change tats as well. My original alpha-omega and lion - like Inti - and a set that's more in line with being a Guatemalan cop."

"Do you ever slip up - I mean, talking like an American when you look like this?"

My husband and owner shook his head. "I've got some very strong hypnotic conditioning that only allows me to speak like who I used to be to a very small group of people. Otherwise, I have a heavy Spanish accent and speak Spanglish most of the time."

Hector looked at me. "I just speak Spanglish most of the time now. That makes it easier for me."

"Which really brings us to why we asked you here. Inti made the excuse that while he was on a trip to the Caribbean on Kriatos business, he caught some bacterial/fungal hybrid infection and a bad batch of the medicine caused his skin color to change - "hypermelanosis" - it hasn't changed back, and we don't know if it will. Ever. He also got an infestation of sand lice, which made him shave all his hair off. It supposedly took him several weeks to come to terms with his new look, but he's okay with it now. Of course, I allegedly felt so bad for him that my partner and I went down to the Caribbean as well and had the doc give us the same medication from the same batch. Did the same for both of us. We shaved off all our hair too so Mattie wouldn't feel so isolated."

"Ori figured out that I was lying, but he's agreed to keep this story alive. He's not privy to the information we just shared with you, and we'd appreciate it if it stays that way." 

"Well, he's said nothing to me at all. What about Chara?"

"We've told her everything - minus the gory details - she was actually fine with it. We're just concerned Damien is going to go ballistic if he isn't eased into this situation. Can you help us out?" 

"What can I do?" 

"Would you break the information to Uncle about my 'condition' - and why we've stayed away for so long? 'They're both very self-conscious about what happened.' We figured we'd tell you first. Which isn't exactly a lie - just not the whole truth."

He nodded. "I think so. He's going to want to see the both of you, though."

I looked at Chuy. He nodded. "We can take some time off and visit. I hope we don't get a chilly reception."

Hector smiled. "Oh, I don't think so. I'll play up the pity card. You both were handsome as hell to begin with, but like this? My God, I can't stop thinking of getting pounded by both of you... I can't imagine anyone else won't have the same reaction."

My owner and I grinned at each other. "I'm sure we can arrange something..." Almost in unison, we pulled down out thongs to reveal our swollen equipment surrounded by a trio of metal cockrings. The look of shock and unbridled lust on Hector's face was priceless. 

 

"You know where the guest bedroom is. Strip off those clothes and we'll be right in."

* * *

 (A day later)

Damien Kriatos was working at his desk, checking the various pieces of industry that made up the his vast international empire. A knock sounded on the door, and Hector Kriatos - his son - entered the room.

"Papa?"

"Hector, why are you limping so badly?" The elder Kriatos noticed right away that his son was injured.

His son waved it off and winced as he sat down. "I tripped and fell down a couple of stairs at the conference. Nothing some rest and soaking in the ocean won't fix."

He paused. "But I wanted to talk to you about Mateo and Charlie. I found out why they've been so distant lately."

A look of panic crossed the older man's face. "What's wrong? Are they ill? Did they get hurt?"

Hector paused. "They're fine now. But something DID happen and there have been some ... changes..."

* * *

Well, friends - the "Part II" of "Light, Camera, Action" is going to take a bit longer to write. I was having some problems sequencing just what I want to showcase, and the best way of getting around that type of block is just switching mental gears and do something else whilst my subconscious figures it out.

So I took up the scenario where Inti and Chuy need to "explain" their physical changes to Mateo's side of the family. This will also have a "Part II" - where Damien meets the dirt-trade latinos that used to be his nephew and his husband - but that will occur soon - I promise!

I also have a plot outline for doing the same for Charlie's relatives - Danny and his lover Gabril - that will also be coming along as well!

As always, a big THANK YOU to all of you for continuing to be readers!