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

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.) 

INTI 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Inti!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How was that, Inti? Good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded weakly.

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

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

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

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

"How you feelin', Cam?"

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

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

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

He gave me a weak grin. 

"Cam??"

His eyes open blearily and slowly focused on me. 

"You wanna be like me?"

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

* * *

INTI - The Next Morning...

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

 
"Hey, guapo! How you feeling today?"

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

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

"How do you know about that?"

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

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

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

"What does that involve?"

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

"What else?" So far so good.

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

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

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

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

"I want to do it, Inti."

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

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

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

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

"They can do that?" He sounded shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

Seven Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dani paused. "You like Chuy and Tito?"

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

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

"That was him?"

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

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

* * *

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

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

 

 

 

 

Many Worlds #1 - Inti - Promises Kept

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.) 

INTI

I was dressed for sex. Or rather, undressed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?"

"Cam, it's Inti."

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

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

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

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

"What's the name of this place?"

"Skid Row Power and Iron."

Damn, that was one of Dani's places.

"You get protein shakes there an' shit?"

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

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

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

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

"Are you free tonight?"

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

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

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

"I don' see why not, Cam."

He paused. "Would you also fist me?"

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

"Sounds good! See you soon!" 

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

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

"Has he made the connection yet?"

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

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

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

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

Many Worlds #1 - Stable Studs Unmasked!

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

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

Many Worlds #1 - Desperate Times...

 ... call for desperate measures.  

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything good, Officer Calderon?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Calderon stared down at himself and grinned. 

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

Many Worlds #1.2 - The Bravest (vs. The Finest)

I would be remiss if I didn't show the extent that the NYFD wholeheartedly accepted the Darkening process (along with the transanabol and erotropin) - in general, the bomberos were already in better shape than most of the police force, so they had a leg up on the competition!

Many Worlds #1 - The (Permanent) Transfer - Several Months Later...

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Captain Morgan has been as a good as his word. 

Several months after the permanent transformation of Charlie Hawke and Tony McLaren into 'Chuy Calderon' and 'Tito Mendoza', a number of officers have been Darkened and are enjoying all the concomitant benefits of being in the "Pan American Exchange Program." They are savoring their new lives as hairless, hypermuscular, dark-skinned Latinos with redlined sex drives. All of the "new" officers wear small diamond studs or small gold rings in their ears, in addition to multiple steel c-rings, steel butt plugs and more often than not, steel penis plugs in various designs. The acceptance by the community has been overwhelmingly positive as well.

So far, the Four-One now has officers from Guatemala, Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela and the Dominican Republic. 

And after eighteen months...

 

The most recent addition ... Tommy Burke - now Cuban refugee 'Tomas Batista' - sports a temporary Darkening and is the newest member of the Las Brazos gang...

Many Worlds #1 - Piercing

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CHUY

I finally decided to get nip rings.

After our permanent Darkenings into jacked-up and hairless Latinos, I couldn't stop admiring how carnal the stainless steel rings on Tito's chest appeared; they had always looked terrific on him when he was a white guy, but seeing those shiny silver circles on his caramel-colored pecs just amped the erotic value to a completely different level.

Tito made the appointment and the two of us arrived at Vantage Piercing before our watch on Friday. We entered the shop and I told Annabel (the owner) I wanted nip rings just like him. 

The piercer raised her eyebrows as Tito stripped down to his thong which barely contained his substantial steel-shod equipment.

"Oh, myyyyy...." 

My partner grinned. "Hey ...I jus' like showin' off. Besides, you need to see exactly what Chuy wants, right?"

She nodded as she gave Tito a quick exam and took me into a room where I peeled off my shirt. After two quick, somewhat painful pinches and two little drops of blood, I was sporting stainless steel rings on my chest. She told me that for the best healing results she was starting me off on 14ga rings; Tito was wearing 12ga on his chest and we could stretch up to that size. I grinned at the new additions on my pecs; my nips were now constantly at attention (just like little dicks), which made the rings even more sexy.

"Inti is goin' to love these!"

My partner grinned. "So will I! Rough sex with rings is espectacular!" I stripped down to my thong as well. Tito began fondling my new additions and I did the same to his rings. Both of our packages were swollen with excitement.

Annabel cleared her throat. "Time out fellas. There's aftercare you need to do, and the better you follow it, the less chance of any infection or migration. You need to take it real easy for 4-12 weeks."

"That long?" 

"Proper aftercare is essential for healing nipple piercings, which typically take anywhere from 6 to 12 months to fully mature. Because the tissue is sensitive and prone to irritation, care consistency is key."

She began to explain.

"Saline soaks: Use a sterile saline wash (0.9% sodium chloride) twice a day. You can spray it directly on the piercing or soak the area by putting the saline in a clean shot glass and flipping it over the nipple for 2–5 minutes. You can buy some bottles of H2Ocean Saline Spray before you leave." 

"Rinsing in the shower: Let warm water run over the piercings to gently loosen any 'crusties' - dried lymph fluid. Do not pick them off with your fingernails, as this can cause micro-tears and lead to an infection." 

"Pat Dry: Use a disposable paper towel to pat the area dry. I want you to avoid cloth towels, which can harbor bacteria or snag on the jewelry."

"For protection and maintenance, wear a snug undershirt: Wearing a clean, snug-fitting cotton t-shirt or tank top can help prevent the jewelry from shifting or snagging on loose clothing. It also provides a barrier against sweat and bacteria."

"What about nylon compression tees?"

She grinned. "Those are even better! I can see you wear those often to show off your bodies and your ink."

Tito chuckled. "We do. It's almost our off-duty uniform."

She looked surprised. "You're cops?"

Tito and I nodded and it was her turn to chuckle. "Geez, I thought you were porn stars! You two are so damn sexy-looking, I couldn't think of you as anything else!"

Annabel continued. "Avoid friction at all possible: During your initial healing phase, be mindful of seatbelts, backpacks, or any activity that causes repetitive rubbing against the chest. And remember: 'LITHA' !" 

At our confused looks she elaborated. "The 'Leave It The Hell Alone' rule is the gold standard. Do not twist, turn, or rotate the jewelry, as this pushes bacteria into the healing fistula." She gave Tito a mock glare. "So no sucking, pulling or anything else, Tito! That goes for your friend 'Inti' too. Not until everything is healing up to my satisfaction." 

She turned to me.  "I want to see you in four weeks and then again in eight weeks. At that point in time, I'll let you know if you can start playing around..." She paused. "... and depending on the level of healing, I may be able to switch you over to 12ga as well. No promises, though."

I nodded in agreement. "Damn... these feel so good. Anything I should be stay away from?"

Annabel nodded as well. "Avoid alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, or antibacterial soaps like Dial, as those are too harsh and will dry out the tissue and delay healing -- use baby soap or something like Dove. Do not use Neosporin or other thick ointments; they block oxygen flow to the wound. And stay out of pools, hot tubs, lakes, and oceans for at least 4–8 weeks to avoid infection from stagnant water."

"Ah vale...gotcha."

She pulled out a paper and handed it to me. "This has everything on it we talked about. Now have fun - gently - and I'll see you in four weeks!" 

The two of us pulled our clothing back on and left the salon. When we got to the Four-One, we stripped down to our thongs and I received a number of hoots and whistles for my new piercings before putting on my uniform. 

Sam came over stroked my pecs. "Damn...those look incredible..."

"They feel incredible too! But no rough stuff with my nip rings, okay?"

At the slightly hurt expression on his face I explained to all the guys that I had to be careful for the next two months for the healing. That statement was followed by some humorous groans, but everyone understood and loved the shiny new steel on my chest.

CHUY - Six weeks after the initial piercing

Just leaving the showers, I padded into the locker room with only a towel around my waist. I got to my locker and opened it, slipping on my cock rings and lubed up my off-duty butt plug - a 3-inch solid metal sphere with a longer stem and an arched, oval button. I grunted as I pushed it into my chute and sighed as it sucked itself into my guts, leaving the metal flange pressed firmly against my rosebud. I fondled my nip rings with pleasure; Annabel had inserted the 12ga rings after four weeks - the piercer had been completely amazed at the level of healing that had happened in that short time. The heavier gauge felt so good against my skin. Micah approached me and cleared his throat.

"Chuy? The guys were wondering if you'd jerk off for us a few times? You and Tito are so damned pornographic now, we can't wait for the next Initiation to play with that gigantic Latino cock of yours. Getting those nip rings has pushed your fuck factor completely over the top!"

I grinned; I was feeling hornier than usual anyway. "Sure!" I dropped my towel and switched to my Guatemalan Spanglish... slyly looking at the assembled patrolmen with my steel-ringed cock growing larger by the minute. What would Inti do in this situation?

I gave the assemblage a wide, white grin. "Damn... what a hot bunch of patruellos... you like what you see, huh? You like lookin' at mi pijia?" I began pumping my hips and stroking my shaft. "Mmmm... I'm thinkin' about your mouths 'round my cock an' suckin' me off..." I stroked quicker. "Fuucckkk... this is gettin' me ready to blow!" I increased the speed of beating my meat until I put my head back and screamed as a gusher of cum exploded out of my cock and spattered the entire front of Jimmy Doyle's locker.

I continued my patter as more and more of the guys started to take off their clothes or dropped their towels; I exploded several more times, coating multiple locker doors with silvery goo. 

Breathing hard, I sat down on one of the benches, squeezing my cock "Dios.... all this HOT NYPD meat in front of me..."

Finally, I folded a towel under my head and laid down on the bench to continue jerking off. "Chingame... jus' thinkin' of you cops suckin' mi pija ... I gotta cum again!!!" I stroked my steel-shod package and exploded once more.

All the guys were naked now; jars of Hyperlube were being passed around as their cocks were now purpled and swollen with lust. A couple of the younger rooks were jerking off in time as well.

"Damn, you patruellos are so fuckin' hot.... muscles an' ink an' cockrings ... an' your pijas are gigantico! I wanna get all of those up mi culo right now!" Another explosion of cum ripped out of me. I lifted up my legs to show my pucker and the metal end of my buttplug.

"Ay!!! Pull out mi plug anal an' pound my ass - I gotta get me filled up with loads of NYPD cum!" 

The other cops roared. Cash wrested the plug out of my ass, put my dark-skinned legs over his shoulders, grabbed my hips and thrust himself in. The unexpected pleasure of some thick, hot man-meat up my ass felt fantastic. After jackhammering my guts, he screamed and exploded and I felt a hot thickness within me. He pulled out and was quickly replaced by another patrolman. 

Cop after cop fucked me senseless; some came back for seconds. Or thirds. The impromtu orgy finally wound down with a large puddle of cum on floor beneath me and rivulets of jism dribbling out of my ass as I lay panting on the bench. The locker room smelled of sweat, cum and Hyperlube. Micah came over and pulled up my legs to push my butt plug back into my ass and then gave it a playful slap.

"What a way to end a shift! Thanks, Chuy!" 

"Thanks, Micah. Damn, that was amazing!! I think I better take another shower before I go home..."

I slowly levered myself off the bench and limped back into the showers. The janitors are going to have some cleanup job tonight...

 

Many Worlds #1.2 - A New Day

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.) 

Four years after the first permanent Darkenings.... 

Transanabol and Erotropin have now become widely accepted "supplements" and the population has gradually and inexorably become bodybuilders - smooth-skinned, larger, taller and more muscular; regular gay sex is now a normal occurrence for all males. The use of cockrings, cockplugs and buttplugs has also gained wide acceptance and usage. The plasticity compound and nano-dye formulations have become public knowledge and most males engage in some level of "reshaping" to achieve their aesthetic vision of their ultimate self. A small, but rapidly growing minority has also decided on race-change, going from white to black, or white to Asian. 

A majority of white men have also decided on "Darkening" and become caramel-skinned latinos with concomitant changes to their features - most often, all hair is permanently removed from their bodies, supplying them with a dangerous and sexually commanding appearance.  

AI has developed to the extent that most "white collar" jobs are no longer necessary and robotics have taken over many of the more dangerous positions --  this lets the population focus on further developing their physical enhancements.

Along with the other two drugs, Laborion-7 was created. This drug encourages physical exertion and manual labor by increasing endorphin levels when strenuous physical activity is performed. Laborion-7 works in concert with Transanabol and Erotropin to encourage extreme muscular development and versatility in sexual performance. Introduced into the population to create acceptance and demand for increased blue-collar positions such as police, firemen, plumbers, construction workers, gardeners, bricklayers, steamfitters, dockworkers, etc and less demand for machinery, it has been an amazing discovery and a mental game-changer for the world.

* * *

"Monday's the big day, Migs!" Jonathan Miller finished securing the pipe with a heavy Stilson-type pipe wrench and grinned at his partner. "Next Tuesday, I'll be a handsome, bald fucker like you! I have my final pre-appointment after work today!" 

Miguel Mendoza, the other steamfitter, grinned back, his caramel skin shiny with sweat. "Si! You ain't gonna be no pasty-faced whiteboy any more, chulo! I'm so glad you decided to get Darkened and get it done at BestMan - they are the best! They made me even better lookin' than I was! Just imagine, me a sorta skinny stockbroker with dirty blonde hair... now look at what I am!" He did a front double-biceps and chuckled as the massive muscles in his arms and chest bulged into obscene definition. "You got a head-start since you've been on the supplements for a while. You are gonna be even bigger and more ripped in a few weeks!"

"I've been saving up for this now for a year... now it going to finally happen!"

"You figure out what your new name is gonna be? Or are you gonna stay 'Jonathan Miller'? It's jus' a little more work gettin' your name changed, but damn, it feels so good knowin' that all your paperwork says you're the Latino you've become."

Miller nodded. "I'm going to change it. I just haven't decided between 'Jhonathan Jesus Molinero' or 'Santiago Sanchez' or 'Santiago Requena' - I always liked the name 'Santiago' ... I really like the nickname 'Santi' for short."

The handsome Hispanic pursed his lips. "Hmmmm... Me gusta 'Santiago Sanchez', Jonny. Damn, I can't wait to see you on Tuesday... and then I can call you 'Santi' an' you can call me 'Migue'!!!!"

Miller pulled the powerful, dark-skinned Latino into a deep kiss. "Me neither! Why don't you come by on Monday night? We can both come to work on Tuesday limping!"

* * *

Around 5:15pm, Jonathan entered the midtown offices of BestMan Transformation Center. He had washed up after a long day of hard work and was in a short-sleeved plaid shirt and a clean pair of blue jeans, both of which were stretched tightly across his Promethean physique. A pair of large and heavy tan workboots completed his outfit. He walked over to the reception desk.

"Hi, I have an appointment for 5:30pm. I'm getting Darkened on Monday. My name is Jonathan Miller." 

The young brunette smiled up at the muscular steamfitter. "You're all checked in. Please have a seat and someone will be with you in a moment." 

"Mister Miller?"

Jonathan turned around to see a stunningly handsome near-naked Asian trotting towards him. The man's powerful physique was covered in smooth, gleaming, etched muscle and his obviously substantial endowment was barely contained by a skimpy black thong brief. His straight black hair was cut in a stylish fade and he wore a pair of round, black-rimmed glasses over happy, dark brown eyes. A bright, white smile split his face. The Asian stopped about two feet away and put out his hand. The two shook.

 

"I'm Hiro Yamamoto and I'll be going over your Transformation specifics and get everything finalized for your Darkening next week. Follow me." The steamfitter watched hungrily as the Asian's muscular ass bounced in the tight thong as he sauntered over to a desk and sat down. He motioned Jonathan to take a seat across from him as he started typing on a computer keyboard and looked at the screen. 

 
"Some questions I have to ask even though I know the answers. Part of the federal guidelines for Transformations. Your name is 'Jonathan Miller', correct?"

"Yep. Call me Jonny."

"And your SSN is 991-99-9999?"

"That's right." 

 "Perfect. Let's go over your package checklist. You selected the standard Latino 'Darkening' transformation and we received your downpayment of $1000 last week. You're going to financing the remainder of the package at $45 per month for 36 months via payroll deduction. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay. The package contains the following components. As I read them off, please indicate if that is correct or not."

"Gotcha."

"Standard restructuring - your features will be modified to look more like a Latino; nose will be widened a bit, lips thickened a bit, brow strengthened a bit and your headshape may be modified as well to go along with your new appearance. Ears and eyeshape may be subtly reshaped as well."

"Yes." The thought of permanently becoming someone else was making his cock crawl down the leg of his jeans.

"Good. Skintone and eyetone adjustment. Your skin will be darkened to a dark caramel color and your eyes will be dyed to a dark brown-black. You can come in at any time after the initial Darkening if you want to add some ink anywhere on your body."

"Yessir! I definitely want to do that, but I haven't really thought it out what I want yet."

"I can tell you're excited about this, Jonny! Complete and permanent hair removal over your face, head  and entire body with the exception of your eyelashes."

The steamfitter nodded.

"Good. Aesthetic adjustments. Replacement of eyebrows to complement your new complexion and facial structure, permanent dyeing of your eyelashes to a deep black, teeth whitening to improve the contrast between your skin and smile - eyelashes and teeth have a lifetime service warranty."

"Yes, but I didn't know about the lifetime warranty..."

"We just added that as a standard offering. Demographic updates. Your new name will be updated across all legal, personal and financial records. Are you keeping your original name or choosing a new one?"

"New one. I want to be 'Santiago Sanchez'." 

"Very nice! That's S-a-n-t-i-a-g-o  S-a-n-c-h-e-z ?"

"That's right."

"Do you have a preferred background nationality or leave it up to us?"

 "I was thinking Mexican."

"Okay, we'll get those done while you're getting Darkened. Any photo ID we'll do after you get out of recovery and are ready to go home."

"That's it! Did I cover all of the items you've contracted for?"

"You did - that was easy! This whole process has been so smooth."

"We try to be... now, there are a couple of options available as well. None of these are required and they do have some slight increases in the monthly cost. Are you interested in hearing about them? There's no obligation to purchase."

"Sure, why not?"

Yamamoto smiled. "Great!" He typed some information into the keyboard and then waited until a new screen appeared on the computer.

"Accent. We can provide conditioning to give you a Spanish accent to your English. This can be voluntary - you decide when to use it, semi-voluntary - you speak with an accent unless you consciously decide not to, or involuntary - you will be unable to speak without an accent permanently. Most customers take the semi-voluntary option."

"My buddy was a customer here and I want to talk the way he does. Can you look him up?"

"Certainly! Name?"

"Miguel Mendoza."

Hiro typed the name and waited for the computer to respond. "He took the semi-voluntary option with the Mexican Spanglish add-on."

"Let's do that. How much does that cost?"

"75 cents additional per month."

The steamfitter whistled. "Jeez, that's really cheap!"

The Asian smiled again. "Well, most of this is done via AI and robotics, so it's really very little additional cost. It's all about providing outstanding service to our clients and having you becoming the best version of yourself." 

"The next two can sort of go together."

"Tooth and fingerprint changes - we alter the bite surfaces of your teeth and change your fingerprints. All your records get upgraded as well. That's one dollar. It's like a clean break with the past. Cost is one dollar.

Jonny thinks and nods. Hiro makes types further on the keyboard. 

"These options are really affordable!!"

"We do our best. Then there's the "New You" packages." 

"The 'Lite' version gives you artificial memories of always being who you will become, with your original memories still present, intact and available. You can still talk about them. Cost is $2 additional per month."

"The 'Standard' version is you get the artificial memories, but your original memories seem to belong to someone else. You can't really express them as your own any longer. You'd think of them as belonging to 'Jonathan Miller' - not 'Santiago Sanchez'. This one is $3."

"We also have the 'Felon' package. This is an expansion on the 'Standard' package, but you'll also have memories of being a felon and committing crimes, being convicted, and vivid memories of being incarcerated. You will still have your original memories, but will be completely unable to express them as your own. For all intents and purposes, you become the felon on your rapsheet. Your demographic updates will also reflect your criminal background and you'll also receive memory engrams about how to commit the crimes you were convicted of. This criminal record will be completely valid up to a Level-7 AI search. This one starts at $5 for non-violent crimes like theft and scales up to $25 for major crimes like murder. Your likelihood of getting arrested and jailed is much higher since the AI searches usually stop at Level-3 initially. There's a 'Mercenary' edition as well - war crimes, dishonorable discharge, etc. in addition to the rapsheet. That one is $50."

"Why would someone want to be a criminal?"

"Well, there's a big mindrush for the Transformation process in general, and this just doubles or triples that excitement and keeps it constant. Knowing that you're a felon is an amazing feeling. Sort of like you're on the run. Also tends to make your behavior more dangerous and potentially more violent."

Jonny thinks. "Let's go with Standard version. If I wanted to switch to the Felon version later on, could I do that?"

"Sure! That happens quite often!" Hiro types some more into the computer.

"We also have a 'Personal Enhancement' option. We can increase the size of your scrotum and testicles by ten percent and also increase the length and girth of your penis by ten percent as well. This is a really popular package - only $1.50 per month.

Jonny laughs. "Let's do it!" He grins, imagining the surprise on Miguel's face.

Hiro grins back. "This also comes with some additional accessories - cockrings and penis plugs."

"I wear three cockrings already, as well as a butt plug. Never tried a penis plug, though." 

"Well, your current c-rings may be too tight with you being ten percent larger. These are guaranteed to be fit well and be comfortable. The penis plug is a through-hole version, so you can wear it all the time if you want. It's mindblowing having a piece of metal down your cock! You'll get a couple of variations - some will go all the way in and basically be invisible except for the metal around your cockhead; others will have a ball at the end. We start you off with a 7mm width so there's no chance of irritation, and you can always go bigger later. We also supply a thong to go home in as well as some joggers if the clothing you came in with it too snug. Along with this option, we have a free stretching service for workpants or jeans - so you can show off your 'new and improved' package and still feel comfortable."

Hiro gave the steamfitter a conspiratorial wink. "And I can say from personal experience that that $1.50 is well worth it!!!" 

"Let's add that as well!"

Hiro continues to type. "You said you currently wear three cockrings.... graduated?"

"One larger and two the same size."

"Okay, let me mark that down." 

"Just a couple more... foot enhancement. You see that I'm not wearing any shoes? This option adds a micro-thin layer of protection to the bottom of your toes and soles of your feet so if you step on something, it can't penetrate the skin." He chuckles. "We also call this 'Lego protection' - 25 cents additional."

"That too!"

"Okay, last one. The 'Volunteer Assistance Program' -  as a customer of BestMan, you can volunteer some time every month to help people get Transformed. This is part of a Federal program where you can spend up to 3 days a month - fully paid by your employer. I'm in the program - I used to be a white guy named Jack Powers and I was an economist - with all the AI, my job got eliminated and I went to trade school to become a plumber. I'm currently a journeyman and I should get my master's license in about two years. There's no cost to this, but it's sort of a way of giving back and making others' Transformation easier."

"Wow! You look fantastic! I'd never know you weren't Asian to start with!"

"Thanks! With the Transanabol, Erotropin and Laborion-7, I've never enjoyed myself more! The muscular development, the gay sex and the physical labor are amazing! When I'm not at work, I'm at the gym and/or fucking like mad!" He grinned. "I volunteer two days a month here and get to meet great people! There's also an employee discount program. Can I sign you up for this as well?"

Two days off with pay and getting to meet new fuck-buddies? "Sure!"

Hiro continued to type and then excused himself, returning with a sheaf of papers.

"This is all we discussed, Jonny. Read it over and sign page four - that was your initial setup and then the last page - that's the additions.  Your new monthly payment will be $51.25 - let's just make it $50 even. You're confirmed for your Darkening on Monday. Get here by 6am in the morning and you should be out and about by 6pm, looking like the hot bald Latino you were meant to be, with all your new identification and legal records!" He paused. "If you're interested, I'd really like to get together with you next week as well!"

 
Jonny grinned and shook his hand. "Sure Hiro! It's always great to fuck and fist new people!" 

* * * 

If you're thinking, "Wow, this is kinda light." I apologize in advance. I recently experienced the death of a very close relative and I still have days when I just bawl for hours. I'm hoping that doing a little bit of writing will help with the grieving process. I'm also still in the middle of a lot of legal matters which doesn't make anything easier.