A college student unexpectedly tastes a transformation when helping out a friendly dapper neighbor.
Word Count: 5971
Part 1
“Hello Mr. Dalton!” Nate waved a hand towards Mr. Dalton behind his fenced yard.
On Nate’s path to campus, he would walk by a modern two story home made out of wood and stone. Within that home resides Mr. Dalton who lived alone.
Mr. Dalton wasn’t always the friendly soul. In fact, it took Nate a couple of weeks to get Mr. Dalton to warm up. In the beginning, Nate would often smile and greet with a friendly gesture only to be met with a stern face. Slowly over time, Mr. Dalton would return the favor. Before they both knew it, they both found themselves exchanging pleasantries.
But what drew Nate to Mr. Dalton was the way Mr. Dalton held himself. Mr. Dalton was certainly the odd one in the neighborhood: he only wore a dress shirt and trousers. Only a few times where Mr. Dalton would have worn a polo shirt. Other times, Mr. Dalton would be seen wearing a tie with or without a blazer, and occasionally suits.
Along with his outfit were his traditional shoes: loafers and oxfords. He would wear loafers for the casual days and oxfords at any time he so chooses. Each style of footwear aiding in the construction of his image, creating a clean break with his trousers. Mr. Dalton loves his medium break, but was known to switch it up between a low break and a full break.
Nate did consider Mr. Dalton to be attractive for his age. Mr. Dalton’s brown hair was always neatly combed with small streaks of gray hair running through like small streams. What distinguished Mr. Dalton even more was the complimentary moustache Mr. Dalton had: a neatly combed thick brown moustache.
Nate always wondered how it would be like to be in Mr. Dalton’s spot. To make it a mission to be dressed dapper and well, certainly looked different and better than others. It definitely added to Mr. Dalton's charm.
Mr. Dalton walked up to the fence with his crossed arms, observing the physicality of Nate like he always does. Nate had black hair with bangs that would hang just above his brown eyes. Nate was dressed in his dark jeans and navy shirt. Nate wasn't particularly thin or stocky but an average build. He was shorter than most of his peers, including Mr. Dalton, with his 5’ 5”.
They usually exchanged their greetings with each other but today was different. Nate was on his way to shop.
“For clothes?” Mr. Dalton asked. Mr. Dalton wore his white dress shirt tucked into his sharp creased khaki trousers that fell upon his brown loafers, creating a small break.
“Yeah. I’m actually running low on clothes so I ought to buy some more.” Nate responded, “although, Mr. Dalton, you look quite dashing as you always are.”
Mr. Dalton grinned towards Nate, “with the way you’re shopping for clothes, you should grab yourself some trousers, dress shirts and a tie. I’m sure you’ll be quite dashing as well.”
Nate laughed and shrugged at the thought knowing what Mr. Dalton was implying, “I don’t think I’ll have the confidence to wear it around everyday like you.”
“That’s not true, it’s simple to put it on,” Mr. Dalton assures, “or you could have someone hold you accountable if you are worried about ‘confidence’.”
“As in you?” Nate looked at him.
“Yes,” Mr. Dalton grinned, “as in I could help you achieve that if you wish for it.”
Nate shrugged, “thank you Mr. Dalton, but I think I’ll be alright.”
“Well, it’s a shame.” Mr. Dalton frowned upon Nate’s response.
Nate nodded silently towards Mr. Dalton. Nate didn’t know what Mr. Dalton meant by the statement but quickly dismissed the thought.
“Well, it was nice seeing you Mr. Dalton, I will see you occasionally?” Nate brought up.
“You’re leaving that soon?” Mr. Dalton disappointedly said, “and here I thought I could sneak in a favor.”
“A favor?”
“I just bought a new suit for my son. I don’t know if it would fit for him but… I believe you and him had the same body physique.”
Nate nodded and waited to hear more.
“I’m wondering if you could do me a favor and try the suit for me. It would help greatly in the visualization.” Mr. Dalton suggested.
Nate stood there and pondered. Now that he had thought of it, he had never entered Mr. Dalton home over the course of their interaction. More so, it was the first request Mr. Dalton had from their relationship. After all, Nate did started to consider Mr. Dalton as a friend. Strangely, Nate didn’t know why he wanted to be friends with Mr. Dalton in the first place.
“Yeah. Sure.” Nate hesitated a bit before realizing that it was a simple matter.
Nate stopped by the fence gate and into Mr. Dalton yard. Mr. Dalton couldn’t help but give a wry smile upon Nate’s entrance. He placed his hands on Nate’s shoulder and rubbed it a bit, which Nate didn’t mind.
“Thank you.” Mr. Dalton said appreciatively, “come on in.”
Mr. Dalton led the way into his home. He first opened the amber wooden door that led into an entrance hallway. Nate took a step in and was greeted by the coziness of the hallway. A pleasant smell of wood mixed with a hint of lavender and mint filled the rooms.
“This way.” Mr. Dalton walked in front of him and into an archway on the hallway to the left.
Nate followed and was eventually led to a bedroom. Nate didn’t pay too much attention to the fact that he was led into a bedroom. After all, Nate was just going to try on a suit Mr. Dalton had bought for his son. It would have made sense that the suit was to be stored in the bedroom, hung in a closet.
Mr. Dalton walked into a walk-in closet, filled with suits, trousers, dress shoes, ties, and all the formality. Nate then realizes that the walk in closet belonged to Mr. Dalton’s.
“Give me a second as I bring it out.” Mr. Dalton told Nate.
“Go ahead.” Nate nodded.
“You have a son then?” Nate tried to converse.
“Yes.” Mr. Dalton stated as he came in and out of the walk-in closet. He laid the clothes on the bed neatly and gently. He didn’t elaborate more upon the subject. Nate gazed upon the bed and each of the items that Mr. Dalton took out. Mr. Dalton laid out a brown suit jacket with a brown trouser. A white dress shirt laid next to it along with the brown belt. Right next to it was a pair of a long ribbed purple sock, a purple tie, sock garters and a white brief. Mr. Dalton then proceeded to set down a pair of shiny polished brown loafers by the side of the bed.
“My son’s name is Victor. He wanted a suit for an upcoming event and wanted to make sure he looked presentable just like his dad,” Mr. Dalton explained, “he’s around the same age as you.”
Nate nodded and looked down at the elegant clothes laid in front of him.
“You wanted me to try them?” Nate asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Dalton said as he held out a measuring tape, “and if you don’t mind Nate, I was wondering if I can measure you as well?
“I don’t mind.” Nate nodded.
Mr. Dalton approached Nate with the measuring tape. The measuring process was a simple and quick process where Mr. Dalton measured Nate’s waist, hips, thigh, chest, and all the body measurement that Mr. Dalton so chose.
“Very good.” Mr. Dalton said, “Now I’ll need you to take off your clothes.”
Nate looked at Mr. Dalton weirdly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way,” Mr. Dalton waved his hands to dismiss the air, “it’s part of the measuring process and the clothes.”
Nate laughed nervously, “yeah.”
Nate slowly took off his clothes as nervousness creeped in. Nate quickly reassured himself that it was just like taking off his clothes in the locker room. They were both men as well. Before long, Nate was stripped down to his undergarments.
“You’re going to have to remove your undergarments.” Mr. Dalton said casually.
“I’m sorry what?” Nate looked at Mr. Dalton and gulped. Mr. Dalton just stared at Nate waiting for him to remove his undergarment. Nate shook his head in disbelief. A strange feeling rose in Nate. A feeling that he couldn’t deny Mr. Dalton.
“Ok. Ok.” Nate softly whispered as he slowly took off his brief revealing Nate’s flaccid rod. Nate chose to trust in Mr. Dalton. After all, it did seem the request was genuine.
“Sit on the bed.” Mr. Dalton said as he pointed to the bed.
Nate nodded and sat down on the bed with his bare butt. Mr. Dalton picked up the white briefs and then grabbed a hold of Nate’s leg. He slowly slid Nate’s feet into the white brief and then pulled it up covering Nate’s rod.
Nate’s face flushed with redness from the embarrassment. He had never shown his manhood to anybody willingly. It was the first time he had shown it to someone: Mr. Dalton.
But what was more strange was the sensation Nate felt from the white briefs. Nate wore a couple of white briefs when he was younger but quickly transitioned out of them when he found the world of boxers and trunks. The fact that Nate slipped back into a white brief at the hands of Mr. Dalton made Nate feel odd. Nate couldn’t identify the sensation but he knew he felt an unwanted tingle.
Mr. Dalton picked up the long purple sock and dangled them. Then he grabbed onto Nate’s feet and slid them through up past his calves.
Nate could feel his rod reacting. The tingle he had just felt was growing and coursing through his body. Why did he feel a tingle? Oddly enough, Nate was mesmerized by the purple socks and the white brief. Both of which felt satisfying to wear.
Mr. Dalton rubbed his hands on Nate’s calves. Nate couldn’t help it but felt oddly sensual at Mr. Dalton rubbing the socks. Nate quickly dismissed it. More importantly, Nate was feeling his rod slowly growing from the sensation. Nate tried to subdue the growth as Mr. Dalton gently grabbed a hold of Nate’s calves to attach the sock garter.
“This is for his son.” Nate justified in his head.
“Everything alright?” Mr. Dalton asked.
“Yea- yeah.” Nate quickly responded.
“I hope it’s ok. I want you to feel comfortable. If you’re not, please tell me. You don’t have to do this. We can stop.” Mr. Dalton said.
“No. It’s ok.”
Mr. Dalton nodded and led Nate into the walk-in closet. Nate observed himself in the white briefs, then in the purple socks and the sock garter. Something about the whole look ticked his engine. The garter was quite amusing as well. Nate tried to hide the growth of his manhood staring at himself in the newfound choice of clothes, but it was too late. Nate’s rod was slowly becoming erect under his white brief.
Fortunately though, Mr. Dalton didn’t turn too much attention to it.
“Here, let me put this on you.” Mr. Dalton suggested as he floated over Nate with the white dress shirt.
Nate simply nodded as he let Mr. Dalton slid the white dress shirt on him. Mr. Dalton pressed his hands on the button and slowly button Nate up. Nate could feel the gentle touches of Mr. Dalton meanwhile feeling Mr. Dalton’s breathing slowly increased.
Once the dress shirt was on Nate, Mr. Dalton also tied the knot of the purple tie onto Nate. With every action, inches of touches Mr. Dalton had over Nate, Nate couldn’t resist but let his pocket grow.
“Here,” Mr. Dalton handed Nate the brown trousers. Nate nodded quickly and accepted it, wishing to hide his bulge. He pulled the trousers upward with Mr. Dalton assistance tucking the dress shirt.
“Higher.” Mr. Dalton said as he gently grabbed the trousers and pulled it upward to a higher waist. He then zipped it and buckled it.
Mr. Dalton then proceeded to belt the brown belt onto Nate. By the time the belting was done, Mr. Dalton already had the suit jacket in his hand.
“Hands out.” Mr. Dalton said as he held the suit jacket outwards.
Nate listened and let out his arms. Mr. Dalton slid the jacket onto him, almost completing the outfit. The final piece was the brown loafers. Mr. Dalton laid them in front of Nate. Nate stared upon the brown loafers and thought to himself how old fashioned everything was. From the suits, shirt, tie, and the loafers themselves. Nate never thought to see himself like that. He slowly descended his feet into the loafer. They slid in perfectly. Even the loafer fitted him like a glove.
“You yourself look like a dapper young man.” Mr. Dalton complimented Nate.
“Thank you.” Nate looked down and observed his outfit. Something about the suit made him feel strange. He enjoyed it.
“I’m sure your son will love it.” Nate told him. Nate certainly did. While the suit itself was a bit bigger, he was surprised that almost everything fitted him a bit too well. With just a bit of tailoring, it could mold into Nate’s own personal suit.
“Indeed.” Mr. Dalton smiled, “one last thing.”
Mr. Dalton stepped away for a second as Nate observed himself in the mirror. Nate had never seen himself in such elegant clothes. In fact, He felt oddly similar to Mr. Dalton due to the suit.
Nate imagined himself what if he did have a moustache like Mr. Dalton. What if he had his hair combed? What if he were to be dressed like Mr. Dalton everyday? Nate laughed at the thought. There was no way Nate could or would. He wasn’t that sort of man.
“You look charming.” Mr. Dalton said unannounced.
Nate shook in surprise and turned around to face Mr. Dalton.
“Thanks.” Nate replied back.
“You should certainly wear such clothes more often.” Mr. Dalton remarked.
Nate glanced towards the mirror. He did feel better. Something about the suit did make Nate feel different.
Mr. Dalton approached Nate from behind and placed his hands on Nate’s shoulder.
“I don’t have much of a reason to dress up often. As a college student, there’s not a lot of events in the first place.” Nate replied.
Mr. Dalton shook his head, “that’s where you’re wrong Nate. It is not ‘dress up’. It is who you are.”
Nate was confused at Mr. Dalton sentiment.
“Just like what you’re doing Nate.” Mr. Dalton gently tugged Nate’s purple tie.
“Let me fix this for you.” Mr. Dalton ruffled Nate’s hair.
Nate didn’t know what Mr. Dalton meant but he understood the moment he glanced in the mirror. Mr. Dalton opened up what seemed to be a pomade. Mr. Dalton dipped his fingers into the goop and slowly rubbed it between his hands.
Nate stood there and allowed Mr. Dalton to slowly invite the goo into Nate’s hair.
Something about it was odd to Nate. The whole favor was meant for Mr. Dalton's son. But here Nate was getting the full package. Nate didn’t understand why Mr. Dalton felt a need to do Nate’s hair.
Even so strangely, Nate found himself growing fonder to Mr. Dalton. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. Dalton was treating Nate like his own. It was something about the act of Mr. Dalton’s control over Nate’s own hair.
The goo was applied to Nate’s hair and then slowly with the comb on Mr. Dalton’s hand, the hair was slowly combed over to the side with a part. Nate observed himself as he slowly saw his image transformed to be of similar to Mr. Dalton.
Nate looked different with the new hair and the suit. His hair was slick from the goo but Nate found himself liking it as his hair resembles of Mr. Dalton.
“There, now that’s proper.” Mr. Dalton smiled as he wiped the leftover off his hands with a cloth.
“It’ll be a shame to discard all our efforts after completing you.” Mr. Dalton said, “why don’t you enjoy tea with me for a bit.
Nate hesitated for a bit upon hearing the request. He didn’t plan for this and he did need to go to the mall for new clothes. Then Nate laughed at himself.
“Why is shopping more important?” Nate thought to himself. But it wasn’t the shopping that concerned him. It was seeing himself like Mr. Dalton. Something about it scared him.
“It’s for his son.” Nate tried to explain to himself why he did this in the first place.
Nate then pondered for a second and realized it was useless for such thoughts. To have tea with Mr. Dalton wouldn’t hurt.
“I wouldn’t mind it.”
Mr. Dalton smiled at the acceptance, “I’m glad.”
Mr. Dalton led Nate back to the dining room and had the tea set up for both of them. They chatted for a bit and before Nate knew, an hour had passed.
“How does everything feel?” Mr. Dalton asked, “the suit.”
“It feels great.” Nate exclaimed, “your son would love the suit. Speaking which, I bet your son is quite well dressed as you.”
Mr. Dalton smiled, “Yes he is. I am a strict man with rules.”
Nate glanced at the clock and was surprised at the time.
“Time sure flies by quickly.” Nate commented. He definitely didn’t expect to be at Mr. Dalton house for quite some time. Surely though, Nate did consider the time spent between them was a nice moment.
“I should get going.” Nate said with disappointment, “I had a great time Mr. Dalton. I’m sorry about the suit. I didn't mean to wear it for an hour when it’s meant for your son.”
“No worries.” Mr. Dalton laughed and shook his head, “tell me Nate, do you enjoy wearing the suit?”
Nate paused for a second to think about the question, “I do.”
Mr. Dalton smiled, “then it’s settled.”
“What’s settled?”
Mr. Dalton stood up and stood behind Nate who was sitting down on a wooden chair. He put his hands on Nate’s shoulder and massaged it a bit.
Mr. Dalton then leaned in towards Nate’s ear.
“Feel comfortable?” Mr. Dalton whispered.
Nate nodded nervously. Something was wrong. Nate could feel it in his gut.
Nate jolted when he felt Mr. Dalton’s hand gliding down the suit jacket to his nipples. Mr. Dalton's hands rubbed it a bit then gripped it gently.
“Mmmf.” Nate silently groaned as Mr. Dalton touched him for a couple of seconds.
“Do you like it?” Mr. Dalton asked.
Nate sat still unable to answer.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t have a son.” Mr. Dalton confessed.
Nate was stunned. All questions flooded into Nate’s mind. Mr. Dalton didn’t have a son? Then where did the suit come from? Why did Mr. Dalton owns a suit of such size? Why did Mr. Dalton made Nate wear the suit?
“In case you’re wondering, the suit belonged to me. It was what I wore when I had my rite of passage.” Mr. Dalton said.
Nate processed the information hard. He couldn’t believe it. The suit was Mr. Dalton’s. What Nate didn’t understand was the rite of passage. All sorts of emotions filled into Nate: betrayal, deception, anger, confusion, and fear.
“What you’re wearing right now, I wore it in the past.” Mr. Dalton explained.
Nate gulped nervously. He didn’t know how to react or what to do upon hearing what Mr. Dalton had just said. A seed of fear was starting to sprout inside of Nate. There was an intention to all of this and Nate was worried.
“You were interested.” Mr. Dalton said, “it’s ok.”
Nate weakly grunted as Mr. Dalton stood in front of him. Mr. Dalton then bent downward and grabbed Nate’s hand. Mr. Daltoned placed it onto his moustache.
“Go on. Feel it.” Mr. Dalton smiled.
Nate didn’t know what to do but felt Mr. Dalton's thick moustache. Despite all the information Nate was receiving, upon touching Mr. Dalton moustache, Nate could feel his rod slowly growing.
“Do you like it?” Mr. Dalton asked.
“Yes.” Nate weakly admitted. Nate was astonished by the fact that he could say such a thing.
“You could have one too.” Mr Dalton smiled, “I had one when I was your age.”
“I could help you grow one.” Mr. Dalton said.
Nate just stared at him, unable to speak. Fear filled into him, thoughts of the unknown.
“I could make you wear a suit every day.” Mr. Dalton said.
To wear a suit everyday. Nate couldn’t imagine himself to that extent. He could never follow such expectations.
Mr. Dalton grinned, “don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to commit nor give an answer today. Although, I do want to help you.” Mr. Dalton moved his hands to Nate’s bulge.
“After all, we can make sure you have confidence right?” Mr. Dalton said.
Nate gulped and just nodded mindlessly.
“I want you to try something. All you have to do is stay seated on your chair. You won’t even have to do anything.” Mr. Dalton assured Nate.
Mr. Dalton bent down and took off his brown loafers revealing his tan socks. Nate was confused as to why. In general, Nate was confused about everything. He found himself wanting to leave. Nate needed to get out. He couldn’t find courage.
Mr. Dalton approached him with the brown loafer.
“What was he going to do?” Nate asked himself as he felt his heart thumping.
Mr. Dalton held his loafer in one of his hands, then Mr. Dalton held it in front of Nate.
“Move your head forward.” Mr. Dalton said.
Nate couldn’t find himself to disobey. He didn’t know what would happen if he did. So Nate moved his head forward closer to the loafer in fear.
A smell hit his nose as he slowly got closer. It was an aroma of leather mixed with a hint of Mr. Dalton pheromones. Nate felt his cock instantly hard as the aroma hit him. It was the smell of leather. It was the smell of Mr. Dalton’s pheromones.
“Why?” Nate asked himself, “why am I…” Nate couldn’t explain why he felt oddly sensual.
“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton complimented, “now put your nose in there and smell Mr. Dalton’s loafer.”
“Oah.” Nate found himself moaning as he followed what Mr. Dalton told him. The thought had never ever occurred to him. Nate always found the whole sniffing shoe was humiliating. His past self would’ve laughed at himself if he found out he inhaled Mr. Dalton loafer. But this was different. It was Mr. Dalton’s. Nate was smelling the manliness aroma of Mr. Dalton and it made Nate hard.
Nate couldn’t help himself. He inhaled it and felt it coursing through his veins, entering through all the corners in his body.
“Feel the tie on your neck. Wiggle your toes in those socks and loafers. Feel the weight of the suit upon you Nate.”
Nate continued inhaling the aroma and couldn’t help it but did what Mr. Dalton told him. Mr. Dalton was right. Nate could feel the purple tie on his neck. The soft smooth socks he wore. How comfortable the loafers were. Nate found himself harder and harder at such thoughts.
Mr. Dalton pulled the loafer away and grinned at Nate’s response.
Nate’s breath was heavy. His cock was erected. He could feel his body heating. He felt lust. He wanted more.
“Fuck.” Nate shouted in his head. After all, Nate didn’t understand what was happening.
“That is a Dalton.” Mr. Dalton said.
“What do you think?” Mr. Dalton asked as he pushed the loafer back to Nate’s nose.
Nate moaned loudly, inhaling it back in. He couldn’t believe himself. Nate’s body yearned more. His mind did not.
“Good boy. Smell that Dalton inside of you.” Mr. Dalton praised him.
Nate could feel his erected cock rubbed by Mr. Dalton. Nate could feel his precum slowly oozing out by the touches of Mr. Dalton.
“Do you want it?” Mr. Dalton asked.
“Yes.” Nate groaned uncontrollably.
“I could make you a dapper boy Nathaniel. Would you like that?”
“I… don’t know sir.” Nate whimpered. Nate was never called a Nathaniel before. He didn’t know what to think of it coming from Mr. Dalton.
The loafer in front of Nate was taken back again, revealing Mr. Dalton wide grin. Mr. Dalton was pleased at the revelation: the fact that Mr. Dalton could have Nate dancing under his two fingers with the smell of his own loafer.
“Stand up son.” Mr. Dalton ordered.
Nate huffed a bit and then stood up in par with Mr. Dalton. Nate could feel under his trouser his fully erected hardened cock.
Mr. Dalton pointed to the table where they just had tea, “hands on it, bend over.”
Nate hesitated a bit but the stern look on Mr. Dalton made him bend to the table. Mr. Dalton commended authority. He didn’t know what to do except to do what Mr. Dalton wanted. He was never scared of Mr. Dalton but now, he could fear running through him. What would happen if Nate disobeyed him? The thought shuddered him.
Nate bent over on the table.
“Today’s a very special day for you Nate.” Mr. Dalton said as Nate could feel his buttocks being rubbed.
“Spread your legs.” Mr. Dalton said with authority.
Nate spread his legs wide letting Mr. Dalton see the view.
“Umpf.” Nate winced as he found Mr. Dalton’s hand coming from under and up to his bulge.
“I want you to be honest with me Nate.”
“Mmmf.” Nate moaned.
“You want to be a dapper gentleman don’t you? To fulfill a lifestyle like me.” Mr. Dalton asked.
Nate felt unable to respond. It was an outrageous idea. Such a thought Nate will never commit.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Trust me, you do.” Mr. Dalton said as he massaged Nate’s cock slowly.
“Argh.” Nate moaned silently.
“Don’t you like it? To wear a proper man’s outfit. The proper shoes. It’s nothing compared to the clothes you were wearing earlier.”
Nate winced, “I… sir.” Nate didn’t want to respond to that statement. He couldn’t find himself accepting such a concept.
Nate groaned as he felt Mr. Dalton hand unzipped Nate’s fly. Mr. Dalton’s hand reached in and massaged Nate’s cock under the white brief. More specifically, Mr. Dalton's hand was on a small wet spot on the white briefs.
“You’re pumping, my boy.” Mr. Dalton grinned.
“Ooah.” Nate slowly groaned louder as Mr. Dalton found the right spots.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mr. Dalton continued, “in fact, mine pumped a bit in the exact ones you’re wearing.”
Nate shuddered and felt more excited. His body but not his mind. Something about being in the same brief that Mr. Dalton wore and precummed made his body warm. Nate wanted to leave. Nate needed to go. He didn’t want any of this but he could feel his body betraying him. It wanted more. It wanted more of Mr. Dalton.
“Fuck.” Nate swore again in his head.
“I know you’re struggling a bit.” Mr. Dalton said, “Nate, let me show you, help you. You don’t have to do anything at all.”
“OOooah!” Nate moaned out loud as he felt Mr. Dalton hand swept under the white brief and held onto Nate’s cock.
“Fuck!” Nate swore out loud as Mr. Dalton rubbed.
“MMMMM!” Nate whimpered loudly as he felt Mr. Dalton behind him. Mr. Dalton’s trousers were touching his buttocks. Nate could feel Mr. Dalton erect manhood under the trousers.
“It would be fitting for you to have your rite of passage in the suit. Let me give you your rite of passage Nate. Transcend you into a proper man that you’re meant to be.” Mr. Dalton whispered.
“Would you like that?” Mr. Dalton asked as he continued rubbing Nate’s cock.
“Oawh!” Nate grunted out loud. Nate couldn’t help himself.
“No.” Nate wanted to say, “I don’t want your rite of passage.”
Mr. Dalton continued with his hands.
Every touch of Mr. Dalton made Nate lose his sanity. Nate could feel his own body slowly whisper into Nate’s mind, convincing himself of the madness.
“It feels so good.” Nate moaned out loud. Slowly and slowly, Nate could feel his body and mind in sync.
“No.” Nate wanted to convince himself once more, Nate didn’t want it. Did he?
“Yes.” Nate moaned out loud, his voice succumbed to the invoked desire. The desire to have Mr. Dalton grew and grew.
“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton said out loud with glee.
Nate’s body felt increasingly hot. Each stroke Mr. Dalton had over him fitted a missing piece inside of Nate.
Nate moaned and gasped. Sweat rushed in and out as Mr. Dalton elegantly rubbed Nate’s cock. Nate could feel himself building and building.
“I want you to change your mindset Nate.” Mr. Dalton said, “I want you to wear what is only proper. I want you to enjoy wearing it. I want you to think properly. Let me help you. Tell me Nate.”
“Yes sir.” Nate whimpered uncontrollably.
“I want you to dress like a proper man once this is over. You’re not a boy anymore.” Mr. Dalton said once more.
“I…” Nate wanted to protest. The request was insane. Nate couldn’t believe that he would succumb to Mr. Dalton’s words.
Mr. Dalton just smiled as he continued to rock Nate’s cock.
“Take one of your loafers off.” Mr. Dalton ordered Nate.
Nate slipped out of his brown loafer from his right feet. The edging momentarily stopped as Mr. Dalton bent down to pick up the brown loafer.
With one of Mr. Dalton's hands, he held the loafer under Nate’s cock. With the other, he placed it back to where he had it and slowly built momentum again.
“Ooooah!!!” Nate moaned louder and louder as Mr. Dalton continued his rhythm.
“I’m going to make you cum Nate.” Mr. Dalton stated.
“You’re going to cum right in there, in your shiny brown loafer.” Mr. Dalton smiled.
“Oah!” Nare moaned loudly as Mr. Dalton continued to stroke him off. Nate found himself wanting it more and more. Streams of white cream slowly peak out of Nate’s cock and drip into his brown loafer. Nate's eyes were focused on the site breathing heavily: from Mr. Dalton hands on Nate’s own cock, to the slowly dripped cream into the polished shiny brown loafer that Mr. Dalton made him wear, to Mr. Dalton own loafer in view that Nate had smelled.
“Yes.” Nate whimpered. His body was enjoying it. His mind was enjoying it. He was enjoying it.
“It’s coming.” Nate groaned out loud as he could feel the ecstasy slowly growing, “you’re going to make me cum Mr. Dalton.”
Mr. Dalton yanked it on and off as Nate moaned in full ecstasy, “this is your rite of passage Nate.”
“Argh!” Nate yelled in ecstasy as he shot his load that landed in the brown loafer.
“Good boy!” Mr. Nate shouted out loud.
“OOOAH!” Nate shouted out loudly letting out his river of white cream cum dripped into the brown loafer. Nate found himself humping into Mr. Dalton’s hand. He found himself thinking of Mr. Dalton. He found himself thinking about the suit he was in. The fact that his hair was combed like Mr. Dalton. Then his thought wandered to the touches of Mr. Dalton’s moustache. Nate’s body couldn’t help it out but released an overwhelming sensation to such thoughts.
“Fuck! Oh! Mr. Dalton! Oagh!!” Nate shouted out loud as he felt a force he had never felt before. Nate’s arms pressed against the table hard for support as he felt his whole body rocking forward and back.
“Atta boy!” Mr. Dalton continued stroking Nate’s cock.
“OOOAH!” Nate moaned one last time as he felt the last of it dripped outward.
Then slowly and pleasantly as the feeling dies down, Nate finds himself basked in a weird state.
Nate had just allowed Mr. Dalton to jack him off.
Nate shook his head and took a breath to recompose himself as to what had happened. Nate was no longer controlled by such lust. Nate could only stare at the aftermath. A mixture of feelings overwhelmed Nate. It was nothing like he felt before but more importantly, Nate found himself ashamed of the fact that he enjoy the vision Mr. Dalton had painted.
But the ecstasy was too short lived. A newfound emotions arose back within Nate of the reality: betrayal, deception, and Mr. Dalton’s unwanted forced ideology.
Mr. Dalton bent down behind Nate and held the stained brown loafer in front of Nate.
“Now, put your feet back into the loafer.” Mr. Dalton said.
Nate didn’t know why he did what Mr. Dalton said. Nate just followed his orders again and slid his feet slowly back into his brown loafer. Nate could feel his feet squish into the warmth of the cream. Nate silently moaned as he could feel it on his brown socks. It felt good.
“The suit is yours.” Mr. Dalton said after a delay.
“What?” Nate silently pants trying to understand what Mr. Dalton had just told him.
“It is my gift to you. You’ve earned it for your rite of passage.” Mr. Dalton congratulated Nate.
Nate couldn’t comprehend what Mr. Dalton had told him. Did Nate just hear that Mr. Dalton was giving the suit away. Nate couldn’t tell if he was pleased or was shocked.
“I bet you’d like that.” Mr. Dalton grinned, allowing Nate to take a rest.
“Mr. Dalton -“
“Nate, I gave you the rite of passage because I know you won’t disappoint me. I want you to be a part of my household and let me be your mentor, or your father figure.” Mr. Dalton said, “take the outfit home and enjoy it.”
Mr. Dalton paused, “however, if you want more, if you feel my proposal speaks truth in you, wear the same outfit and meet me here.”
Mr. Dalton's proposal rang through Nate’s mind.
“Mr. Dalton, this is crazy.” Nate panted heavily, “I can’t just do that.” Nate felt himself right. There was no way Nate could forsake and become a different person. To let Mr. Dalton become his mentor? Or to be in fact a father figure. Nate couldn’t find the conclusion favorable.
“Don’t disappoint me young man.” Mr. Dalton commented.
“Mr. Dalton -“
“Shh.”
Nate went silent in frustration. Nate just nodded at him. He wanted to leave and this was the opportunity that Mr. Dalton had given him. While Nate did enjoy the moment spent with Mr. Dalton, Nate knew that he wasn’t going to come back. Nate knew he didn’t want to be associated with Mr. Dalton ever again.
Nate managed to stand up and stabilized himself. He couldn’t bring himself to look into Mr. Dalton’s eye.
“He’s crazy. This is crazy and stupid.” Nate thought to himself. Nate couldn’t believe that he found himself in such lust after what Mr. Dalton had done.
First thing he was going to do was get out of the suit that Mr. Dalton gave him. He looked around and saw none of his clothes in sight. Nate clenched his teeth.
Nate quickly left Mr. Dalton’s home in his new suit and shoes. Except, while the outrageous idea of Mr. Dalton lingers in Nate’s thoughts, all he could’ve thought was the experience that happened. Nate didn’t deny that it felt good. Oddly, after that whole experience, he found himself… even more fond of Mr. Dalton. To put it in words, Mr. Dalton was…
This one is going to be based on Ira Levin's original The Stepford Wives novel, where the plot is about normal women being replaced by near-perfect robotic replicas of themselves, created by their husbands to clean the house, cook for them, and basically be the perfect wife.
The concept is very simple: in society, the wife is supposed to listen to her husband's needs.
Now, who is the husband supposed to listen to? His employer.
That means the Stepford man is robotically submissive to his employer - the perfect worker. He's everything a boss desires in his employee.
What do bosses expect from their workers?
1) Punctuality
2) Reliability
3) Effective communication
4) No friction of interests
Whatever the boss says is always right. When he speaks, you're quiet. When he decides, you obey. When he judges you, you never forget it and immediately reform.
To most workers in our society, that would be a nightmare. But the Stepford man doesn't mind - in fact, he doesn't have a mind of his own.
All he thinks about is his job and how good he looks for it. He'd quit hanging out with friends just to clean his house (or car) because the boss could visit at any time. He doesn't befriend co-workers except to slowly stepfordize them too.
He wears classical clothing because it's timeless and never fails to make his boss's company look prestigious and respectable. Why else are most of us expected to wear classical clothing at a job interview? It's practically tailor-made for the Stepford ideal. He always keeps track of the state of his boss's company, and he may even donate to it to keep his boss satisfied. When he sleeps, he dreams about his job.
Once he has a Stepford wife, he'd also think about his wife. Why? Not because he loves her - he cannot love her - but because she's useful for keeping the house clean and having children to create another generation of workers for his boss' company.
He always wears blue tops because he's male, while his stepford wife wears pink because she's female.
It already happens long before anyone notices it. The office gets quieter when he walks past. Men who once looked ordinary suddenly carry themselves differently. Broader shoulders beneath dark jackets. Slower movements. That dangerous calm confidence that makes every glance linger a little too long. You tell yourself it is nothing. Just new habits. Better suits. A sharper haircut. A different cologne clinging to the air after they leave the room.
Then you see Adrian step through the hotel door at midnight with that unreadable expression resting on his face like a secret too beautiful to confess.
The tuxedo is perfect on him. Clean lines. Controlled elegance. Masculine in that devastating way that makes silence feel heavy. Yet even then something feels hidden beneath the fabric. His body moves too smoothly. Too deliberately. As if the suit is only camouflage for something darker pressed against his skin.
And when the white shirt finally slips away, the truth shines back at you.
Black latex poured over muscle like liquid obsession. Every inch sealed in impossible gloss. Warm amber light gliding across his chest and stomach until his body barely looks human anymore. It looks worshipped. The rubber clings so tightly it feels alive, shaping every breath, every flex, every subtle movement of his posture into temptation. You cannot look anywhere else once the reflections start moving across him.
The strangest part is how natural he seems inside it.
Adrian answers calls while wrapped in perfect black shine as if surrendering to latex was always inevitable. Calm voice. Relaxed shoulders. Beautiful control. By the time the mask seals over his face, the transformation already feels complete. Not hidden anymore. Revealed.
Maybe that is why more men keep changing lately. Why their bodies seem fuller. Why their eyes hold that same distant hunger. Why the smell of rubber follows them through elevators and late night hallways.
Maybe all it takes is one invitation.
Kneel and embrace the seal.
Would you still resist if Adrian held his hand out to you?
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A little danger. A little flirtation. Maybe the thrill of finally wearing latex for the first time after secretly craving it for years. So when the guy behind the counter handed him the glossy red suit, Liam barely hesitated. The material looked incredible beneath the store lights. Smooth. Tight. Almost alive.
The first warning sign was the heat.
Not painful at first. Just intense. The red latex clinging tighter against his chest and arms while reflections slid across his growing muscles like liquid fire. Then came the dizziness after another drink from the sweet guy in black gloves watching him all evening.
Liam thought it was excitement.
He had no idea Drone Tech Inc. had already marked him the moment he bought the suit.
The Muscle Drone Transformer 2026 unit adapts slowly to the wearer. By the time Liam stumbled into the filthy bathroom trying to cool himself down, the transformation had already started. His muscles swelled beneath the red shine. Thoughts softened. The latex sealed tighter and tighter across his body until even his face disappeared beneath polished crimson gloss.
And somehow the fear slowly faded too.
The pressure became comforting. The reflections hypnotic. Somewhere beneath the programming, Liam stopped fighting what he was becoming.
A perfect drone.
When the man in the black latex coat finally appeared in the hallway to inspect the finished product, Liam no longer remembered why he had resisted at all.
Because now his purpose feels beautifully simple.
Serve Drone Tech Inc.
Grow stronger.
Convert more men.
And honestly?
He has never looked more beautiful than he does wrapped in flawless red latex with devotion glowing beneath the shine.
Would you still accept the free drink if you saw him watching you from across the room?
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He thought it was just another late night self improvement stream.
One of those strange underground broadcasts men whispered about online. Black screens. Pulsing spirals. Calm voices promising confidence, clarity, purpose. Nathan laughed the first time he clicked the link. He was sitting alone in his apartment wrapped in fresh black latex, the glossy material hugging his chest and thighs so tightly it already felt addictive against his skin.
Then the screen spoke directly to him.
I live to obey.
I crave to be in rubber.
At first he repeated the words jokingly beneath his breath. But every repetition made the latex feel warmer somehow. Tighter. More alive against his body. Blue reflections rolled across the smooth black shine covering his muscles while the voice on the screen became softer and deeper inside his head. His breathing slowed. Thoughts blurred. The outside world faded beneath the hypnotic glow filling the room.
And then the system recognized him.
Object compatible.
Initiate dronification.
Nathan tried to stand but his knees hit the floor first.
The latex tightened instantly around his body like it had been waiting for this moment forever. Smooth black gloss sealed against every curve of muscle while his mind filled with static and pleasure all at once. He could feel his heartbeat slowing beneath the rubber. Feel obedience spreading through him like warm electricity. Every reflection in the apartment windows showed less of Nathan and more of something new being created beneath the shine.
A perfect drone.
Expressionless. Devoted. Beautiful.
The mask formed slowly over his face while the last fragments of resistance disappeared into silence. No more stress. No more uncertainty. No more exhausting human noise clouding his thoughts. Only purpose remained now. To wear rubber. To obey. To become visually flawless beneath endless black gloss.
And honestly?
The moment the transformation completed, he had never looked more perfect.
Would you resist the screen... or kneel willingly for it?
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It simply touched him once and everything changed forever.
At first it felt warm. Smooth black tendrils sliding across his skin like living latex searching for every inch of his body. He tried to resist the connection for only a moment before the pleasure became too overwhelming to fight. Every pulse of the symbiote wrapped tighter around his muscles while glossy black shine spread slowly upward over his legs, chest, throat, and face.
Then it bonded completely.
Now he stands trapped inside perfect living rubber with no separation between himself and the symbiote anymore. Every breath. Every movement. Every thought connected to the sleek black surface hugging his body like a second skin designed purely for obsession.
And honestly...
he has never looked more beautiful.
The mirrored room multiplies him endlessly while pink neon reflections ripple across the latex like liquid temptation. His body shines from every angle. Thick chest. Tight waist. Powerful legs swallowed in black gloss while the symbiote coils possessively around him as if proudly displaying what it owns now.
Because ownership is exactly what this is.
The symbiote rewards obedience generously.
Constant warmth.
Constant pleasure.
Constant stimulation flowing through his body until existing without the latex becomes impossible to imagine. The more he surrenders to it the stronger the sensations grow. The smoother his thoughts become. The calmer he feels standing there completely transformed into something no longer entirely human.
And the terrifying part is how peaceful he looks after the full bonding.
No fear.
No regret.
Only satisfaction.
As if he finally became what he was always supposed to be beneath the surface.
A living rubber creation built for endless sensation and absolute devotion.
Would you accept the bond too if pleasure never had to end?
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At least that is what he told himself while the shimmering gold latex tightened across every inch of his body beneath the burning rooftop sun. The material looked almost liquid around him, sparkling with hypnotic reflections as it hugged his chest, abs, thighs, and arms so perfectly it felt less like clothing and more like a living second skin.
And honestly?
Heat changes a man.
The nanobots flood his body with unbearable need until his thoughts become soft and desperate. Every touch against the golden suit feels amplified. Every reflection reminds him what he is becoming. Beautiful. Obedient. Addicted to the shine spreading across his body.
So Andrew searched for someone worthy.
Another beautiful man to pull closer against that glowing latex body. Another mouth to kiss while the nanobots transferred between them beneath the sunlight and city skyline. The moment their bodies pressed together, the gold began spreading faster, coating skin with liquid brilliance until both of them looked sculpted from molten metal.
Andrew thought he made it in time.
But the system disagreed.
Quota fulfilled too late.
Reward denied.
Now the punishment begins.
One full week trapped inside the golden latex with no release from the stimulation pulsing endlessly beneath the surface. Every movement, every breath, every brush of the shimmering material against his body designed to keep him aching, needy, and completely focused on obedience until the next trial begins.
And judging by the expression frozen on his beautiful golden face...
Part of him might secretly love it.
Would you survive a full week sealed inside living latex like this?
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Imagine him walking around thinking his casual tee was enough but that shiny rubber craving deep inside betrayed him completely 😈
His body starts tingling as strong hands pull him close whispering promises of total enclosure. Piece by piece the thick black rubber slides over his skin stretching tight sealing every inch in glossy perfection 🔥
Watch his eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure as the suit molds to his hardening cock turning him into the perfect rubber gimp. No escape. Just endless slick shiny submission as layers lock him deeper into blissful helplessness 💦🖤
Every breath now rubber. Every twitch controlled. Every moan muffled behind the mask.
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Ethan thought he was simply joining the Rubber fraternity for some fun and brotherhood. He had no idea he would end up becoming their new rubber gimp 😈
Watch as the thick black latex spreads rapidly across his smooth muscular chest claiming him completely. From a curious new pledge to a fully sealed shiny gimp surrounded by his rubber brothers 💦🖤
He belongs to them now.
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Chris was just casually browsing when the ad for RUBBER UP caught his eye. A delivery in only sixty minutes sounded too good to be true but curiosity won 😈
That same night everything changed. The thick black liquid from the package spread rapidly across his body turning this fit stud into a perfect shiny rubber gimp. No more normal life. Just total glossy enclosure and overwhelming pleasure 💦🖤
Watch him surrender completely as the rubber claims every inch.
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He was just walking down the busy city street when the tall figure in shiny black latex approached him. Before he could react a single powerful touch landed on his chest and everything shifted instantly. The Voice entered his mind smooth calm and completely irresistible whispering promises of total surrender and blissful obedience.
Watch as the transformation takes hold. The thick glossy black rubber spreads rapidly across his skin sealing his muscular body in a perfect second skin. His eyes glaze over his cock hardens uncontrollably inside the forming suit and his old identity melts away. In broad daylight on the sidewalk he becomes exactly what the Voice needs a mindless shiny drone ready to serve and spread the gift.
The rubber clings tight highlighting every muscle while his face disappears behind the smooth featureless mask. No more choices. Just pure latex obedience and endless arousal 💦🖤
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He looks innocent but he has been sent to transform humanity and tonight is only the beginning 😈
High above the glowing city this powerful stud in skin tight shiny blue latex sits on the balcony edge commanding the night. The glossy suit clings to every massive muscle highlighting his thick chest powerful thighs and that unmistakable bulging cock as he stares directly at you with hungry intent.
One look and you already feel it the pull the heat the need to surrender. This is how it starts. This is how the world changes 💦🖤
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The Voice cooperated with that extraterrestrial species and guaranteed to prepare an agreed amount of men to become entirely rubberized to help the tentacles grow and maintain their society 😈
This powerful bald stud sits enthroned on writhing black tentacles in his skin tight glossy dark blue latex suit that clings to every massive muscle like liquid lightning. Blue energy crackles across his chest and abs while the tentacles pulse beneath him claiming more of his body.
He stares directly at you with that intense dominant gaze knowing you are next. Resistance is pointless. The preparation begins and soon you will give in completely 💦🖤
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Relax and breathe deeply as you watch this transformation. This is your hypnosis session about becoming a rubber gimp 😈
Feel your body getting heavier with every second. The shiny black latex is calling you. Watch how the suit seals around him completely. The helmet connects and the programming begins.
Repeat after me now.
I am becoming a rubber gimp.
Say it again. Feel it sink deeper. Your cock is getting hard. Your mind is emptying. The rubber is taking over. You crave the tight squeeze the shiny look and the complete submission.
I am a rubber gimp.
Let these words echo in your head as you edge yourself slowly. The more you repeat them the more real it becomes. You will obey the suit. You will obey the Voice. You will become one of them.
Comment below right now and affirm your new purpose.
I am a rubber gimp.
Deeper and deeper. You belong to the rubber now 💦🖤
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