They had been born together as twins. Their mother had not survived the birth so they were both raised by their Father. He was strict but fair and their life was like any other until one birthday.
On that day, their Father had baked them a cake and told them they would need to finish the cake together. He said there was a key baked into the cake and that whoever found the key would receive a special gift.
Both brothers attacked the cake with glee - excited to find the key that would unlock a special gift. Within minutes, one of the brothers shouted victoriously - holding up the cake-covered key triumphantly.
As their Father clapped His congratulations, the other brother, soured by disappointment, mustered His own grumbling congrats. Father placed His hand on the winning brother and, together with his Brother, led the winner down the stairs to the basement - stopping in front of a locked door.
Neither the winning brother or the losing Brother had ever seen what was behind the locked door and they could barely contain their excitement and anticipation as their Father told the keyholder to unlock the door.
Hands shaking with excitement, he inserted the key and twisted it - hearing a pleasing click as the deadbolt was released. He then twisted the knob and struggled to pull open the heavy steel door. The room was dark and cold. It smelled of cleaning chemicals. The winning brother felt blindly for a light switch as all three entered the room.
Then, he heard the door close behind them. The harsh fluorescent lights clicked to life and revealed a concrete room that had once served as the boiler room.
The winning brother stared confused.
His Father cleared His throat and, looking directly at the winning brother said, “strip off your clothes, son.”
The winning brother looked more confused but his Father’s tone compelled him to comply. As he began to undress, his Father explained that his prize was “contained in these four walls” and was the greatest gift He could ever give to one of His sons. “It is the gift of service, of obedience, and the opportunity to bring pleasure to those he loves most.”
Standing cold and naked, the winning brother asked “what’s happening? What’s happening to me?”
His Father motioned to His other Son to lead His brother to the boiler doors. There, on the floor, were two sets of shackles and a metal collar. “Place this on your brother, Son…help him redeem his birthday gift.”
The Brother was equally confused, but understood that now wasn’t the time to question His Father. He kneeled down and attached the shackles to His brother’s ankles and then moved on to shackle his wrists. “Behind his back!” His Father barked as the other Brother pulled his wrists together behind his back.
As the shackles were locked, the winning brother began to sob, “I don’t understand, what did I do?”
As his Father placed the collar around his neck, He replied, “you won! Don’t you understand? It was your fate…I left it to fate to decide each of your gifts today. You found the key and unlocked the door to the gift of service. Your brother , on the other hand, didn’t find the key, so his gift is the gift of dominion. His gift is his inheritance. Your gift is your burden.” He finished locking the collar and then calmly attached the chain that was anchored to the wall. “I know you don’t feel it now, but there is no greater gift than the opportunity to serve others - especially those who love you. Your brother will have a life filled with struggles - find a job, earn a living, contend with fear and disappointments - you’ll have none of that. Your world will be limited to these four walls; your only duty will be to serve, worship, and obey me and your brother - to bring us pleasure and joy that can be so difficult to find in the real world. Hell, I know you think this is a punishment, but your brother and I are the ones facing the punishing reality of modern existence. Do you understand?”
He didn’t and weeped loudly as his Father and Brother looked on.
His Father motioned for his Brother to come to His side. “You need to stop your crying now, son.” He slapped him hard across the face. He cried more loudly and his Father shook His head with disapproval. “Don’t be an ingrate! Accept your purpose and place!” He shouted, slapping him again before standing up, “Kick him in the nuts”, He said to His Son, “and keep kicking him in the nuts until he obeys.”
He didn’t want to, but He did as He was told. After 4 or 5 direct kicks, he stopped crying and instead glared angrily at both his Brother and Father.
His Father exhaled, “Good. Now here’s the deal. You behave and do your duty and you’ll be provided for. You’ll have hot food and fresh water. But you throw tantrums and all you’ll get is stale bread and piss. Your brother and I will visit whenever we please and you’ll do as you’re told. If I want a foot massage, you’ll give me the best damned foot massage you’re capable of; if you’re brother has some laundry he needs folded, you’ll fold like a pro and thank him for the opportunity to serve him…you get it?”
He was upset and scared, but he nodded his compliance.
Then Father turned to his Brother, “the sooner you accept your position of dominance over your brother and see him as an object for your pleasure, the easier it will be on us all. I know you are probably confused too, but you need to embrace your power just as he needs to embrace his subservience. You understand?”
He nodded asking, “what should I do with him?”
His Father nodded, “here, watch me” He said turning to his other son, “get on your knees boy and look up at me.” As he complied, his Brother watched as His Father pulled out His penis. “Open your mouth” He barked. His brother opened his mouth, his lower lip trembling, and watched as his Father began to piss into his brother’s mouth.
“Swallow it!” He commanded before turning His head to address His other Son, “see, I needed to take a piss and “presto”, your brother is now a urinal.” He watched as his brother gulped down their Father’s fresh piss. His Father continued, “right, come over and stand where I was standing…” He did as He was told and stood standing in front of His kneeling brother. His Father said, “alright, now pull down your shorts and tell him to suck your dick.” Both brothers turned to look at their Father in disbelief. “Do it, dammit, you need to stop thinking of him as your brother. He’s an object, a tool, for you to do with as you please. Now tell him to suck your dick!”
He turned back to face His brother and said meekly, “suck my dick…please?”
His brother hesitated momentarily, but quickly took his Brother’s cock I to his mouth and began to suck on it. His dick was soft as it entered his mouth but, as he continued to suck, he felt his Brother’s cock thicken and lengthen - growing hard and filling his mouth and throat. As he continued to tongue and suck he heard His Brother moan with pleasure and, to his surprise, felt his own dick growing erect.
Could their Father be right? Was this life of servitude actually a gift? There was an elegant simplicity to such an existence. In this new life, his Brother and Father tell him what They want, he does what They want, and all are fulfilled. They get what They want and he gets the satisfaction of knowing that his service has made them happy.
It was still very new, but it was clicking in his head.
His musings were interrupted by his Brother’s sudden ejaculation and a flood of warm, thick cum filling his mouth.
It tasted sweet and, as he looked up at the ecstasy on his Brother’s face, he swallowed and instantly orgasmed - hands-free - depositing a puddle of his cum on the concrete floor.
“Wait, did you actually enjoy that?” his Brother asked as He noticed the strands of pearl white jizz dripping from his dick.
“I mean, I liked that You liked it, if that makes sense?” he replied.
His Brother nodded, “yeah, I guess. I mean, it did feel really good.” Both brothers laughed awkwardly.
“Alright, glad you boys are figuring it out, but I have other shit to do. Make sure you have him clean up the mess he made on the floor - the protein will be good for him - and then join me upstairs.” With that, Father left and the brothers were alone together for the first time since sharing the birthday cake.
“You okay?” He asked, kneeling down. “I’m not really sure, but I’m gonna do my best to make Father happy - I mean, it’s kinda crazy, but I did really feel happy when I saw how much you were enjoying it. And maybe He knows what He’s talking about. Anyway, I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
His Brother nodded, “I guess not. But I promise I’ll come visit you as often as I can. You’re still my brother…well, I guess not anymore, but you know what I mean…”
He nodded, the sobering realization hitting him as his Brother continued, “now I’m gonna need you to clean up the load you dropped…I guess you can use your mouth. And just lick it up?”
With that, He patted his head and stood up - observing as he struggled to lean forward without the use of his arms - and watched as he slurped up his ejaculate from the cold floor.
“Good job, fag.”
He watched his Brother walk through the door, closing it behind Him, as the lights clicked off - leaving him in darkness.
Jorn was 22. Shoulders like a door, hands full of calluses from construction and iron. Sunday evening, he clicked the Carrara chastity belt on himself. Black steel, cold against his skin. “Thirty days,” he mumbled to the mirror. “Discipline. Focus. No distractions.” He placed the key in a tin on the cupboard. Back to work tomorrow.
Monday morning at 5:12, the air raid siren went off.
Sirens. Explosions. Shattering glass. Within an hour, tanks were driving through his street in Enschede. War. No drill. No time.
They arrived in the afternoon. Soldiers with strange flags, a strange language. Jorn fought. Got a butt to his temple. Then black.
He woke up in a truck. Hands tied behind his back. Next to him were six other boys from the neighborhood. Blood, fear, diesel. No one spoke.
Camp 17. Barbed wire, mud, watchtowers. At the intake, they had to undress. In line, in the cold. The guard with the scar stopped by Jorn. Looked. Tapped the steel of the Carrara with his rubber truncheon.
“What is this?” he snarled in broken Dutch.
Jorn clenched his jaws. “Mine.”
The guard didn’t laugh. He shouted something. Two others came. They pulled, yanked, cursed. The lock wouldn’t budge. Italian craftsmanship.
The commander was brought over. A skinny man with hollow eyes. He examined Jorn from head to toe — the muscles, the posture, the refusal to bend. Then he looked at the steel.
“Ah,” he said softly. “You like cages.” He gave an order.
They dragged Jorn to the workshop. An old shed, stinking of oil and rust. On the workbench: a welding machine.
“We will help,” said the commander. “So that you never have to doubt again.”
Jorn roared, fought, and was subjected to electric shocks. They pinned him down. Four men. The welder put on his hood.
The first thing he felt was heat. Then pain. Then the smell of burnt flesh where a spark came too close. He screamed until his voice broke.
When it was finished, they lifted him up. The Carrara was still there. But the lock was gone. Welded shut. One piece with the steel. Permanent.
The commander patted him on the shoulder. “Now you really are one of us.”
Weeks turned into months. Roll call in the snow. Hauling stones until your hands tore. A porridge of water and flour. Jorn grew harder. Quieter. His body remained strong—he had to be—but his eyes changed.
At night, on the hard bunk, he lay awake. He felt the steel. No longer his choice. Their brand. Every cold snap, every kick, every humiliation—the Carrara was there. A witness who wouldn't let go. The other prisoners looked away at first. Later, they didn't anymore. “Iron Jorn” they called him. Not because of the muscles. Because of the steel he wore. Because he wore it without breaking.
After 314 days, liberation came. Shots, screams, the gate flying open. Soldiers with the Dutch flag. Medics, blankets, weeping mothers at the fence.
A doctor in the field tent pulled back the blanket for an examination. Stopped. Stared.
“My God… that… that we can’t do here —”
“No need,” said Jorn. His voice was hoarse, broken, but firm. “Leave it alone.”
The doctor looked at him. “We can refer you. Hospital. Specialists. Angle grinders, surgeons —”
Jorn shook his head. He sat up straight. Every muscle ached. Except for that one spot. That spot hadn't felt anything for months.
“I put it on myself,” he said. “They stitched it up. But I decide what it means.”
He walked out of the tent. The sun hurt his eyes. Free. And yet, not.
At home, there was nothing left. House ransacked. Key gone. Family… silence.
Jorn didn't go to a doctor. He went to the gym. The only one still open. He loaded the barbell. 240 kilos. Did his set. Put it down.
The steel was still there. Would always be there.
Not as punishment. Not as a cage.
As a scar.
And scars, he thought as he brushed chalk from his hands, you don't choose scars.
Oh spare me the faux surprise. You knew I’d wear it. I could see it in your eyes the first day we met; you saw right through me. I had never felt so seen before. I was scared and I was exactly what you were looking for. Now I’ve become exactly what you’ve always wanted, as well as what I’ve always wanted to be. I’m your submissive, caged, hairless ginger fag. Honestly, this is the best day of my life.
I can’t begin to tell you how good this cage feels on my cock. I’m a caged faggot, finally. I can’t tell you how happy I am. All I want to do is serve you and be your boy. Do you want to fuck me or would you prefer I make breakfast, Sir? Please tell me so I’ll know what to do.
It's all good, isn't it buddy. I love seeing you like this. So needy. So lost in your submission. You're going to be a wonderful little bitch boy. You're going to serve me for a very long time and the really good news is that you're not going cum for a very long time either.
Ethan Cole adjusted the cuffs of his pristine Lila dress shirt as he stepped into the dimly lit bar. The scent of aged whiskey and faint cigar smoke clung to the air, mixing with the hum of conversation and the low thrum of music. It was a place he wouldn’t typically set foot in; too raw, too unrefined for someone of his stature. But after the week he had endured, he needed something different, something to drown out the stress clawing at his mind, and this bar was the closest to his apartment. Which mean he’ll be able to go to sleep fast after he drank some glasses.
Sliding onto a barstool, he signaled the bartender and ordered a whiskey neat. As he sipped, letting the amber liquid burn down his throat, he barely noticed the man who had taken the seat beside him and gestured the barman too for a drink.
“Rough day?” his voice drawled.
Ethan glanced sideways. The man was striking, dark-haired, well-built, dressed in shirt and suit adjusted to his size perfectly. His tanned skin and rough face showed the years in a perfectly natural and mainly way.
There was something about him, an effortless confidence, a magnetism that felt both inviting and dangerous.
“You could say that,” Ethan replied not intending to as he exhaling sharply. “More like a rough week. You?”
The man smirked, swirling the drink in his glass before taking a sip. “Oh, I’ve had my fair share of long weeks. Name’s Adrian, by the way.”
“Ethan.” They clinked their glasses in an unspoken toast before Ethan continued, “So, what do you do, Adrian?”
Adrian tilted his head, as if considering his words carefully. “I guess you could say I’m in between things right now. Figuring stuff out. Trying to sign a deal for a new job. I just need my client to show up in time, but he tends to be … late.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Clients and punctuality. Am I right?”
“Yea.” Adrian said with an easy grin as he took another sip. “And you? You look like you’ve got your life all figured out.”
Ethan huffed a small laugh. “I’m a lawyer. A lot of long hours, negotiations, and making sure clients gets the best deals possible.”
Adrian studied him for a moment, then smirked. “A real man of order and control, huh?”
“I try to be,” Ethan admitted, downing the rest of his whiskey. He felt the warmth settle in his chest, loosening the stiffness in his shoulders.
Adrian leaned in slightly. “And yet, here you are. In a place like this.”
Ethan exhaled through his nose. “Guess even control freaks need to unwind sometimes.”
“Well,” said Adrian as he downed the remains of his glass “to the pressure we need to unwind then!”
Adrian chuckled, flagging the bartender for another round.
As the drinks kept coming, their conversation flowed more freely. They discussed everything and nothing, places they had been, people they had met, philosophies on life. Ethan found himself enjoying the company more than he expected. Adrian had a way of listening that made him feel like the most interesting person in the room.
As the hours slipped by, the edges of Ethan’s mind began to blur. His thoughts felt sluggish, his limbs heavy. The warmth of the alcohol had morphed into something thicker, more clouded. He tried to focus on Adrian’s voice, but the words became distant echoes.
“You alright?” Adrian’s voice broke through the fog.
Ethan blinked, realizing he had swayed slightly on the stool. “Yeah… just a little out of it.”
Adrian smiled, slow and knowing. “Maybe you should call it a night.”
Ethan nodded absently, attempting to push himself up. The floor felt uneven beneath his feet. The world tilted, shadows stretching unnaturally under the streetlights as he stumbled outside. The cool night air did little to clear his head. His breath came slower, heavier. He barely registered Adrian’s silhouette lingering near the entrance, watching as Ethan staggered down the empty street.
After a couple of meters, Ethan turned left on the empty dark streets to cut to his apartment as fast as he could. His head spinning and his vision blurred by the alcohol. Ethan took a pause, holding himself against a brick wall just behind the bar he spent the night in, his eyes were heavy and his breath getting slower and slower and then, darkness.
The last thing he felt was the sensation of the ground rushing up to meet him before everything faded to black.
A dull throbbing pain settled in Ethan’s skull as he regained consciousness. His body felt heavy, sluggish, his limbs refused to obey him. Blinking against the dim light filtering into the room, he tried to move, only to realize he couldn’t. Panic jolted through him as he became aware of the tight restraints biting into his wrists and ankles. He was bound to his bed.
His breathing quickened, heart hammering against his ribs as his eyes darted around the bedroom only to realize it wasn’t his bedroom either. It was modern but minimal, dark walls, a single dresser. The lights of the late dark night casting shadows through the velvety curtains. As his sight ran left and right, he saw a chair in the corner of the room, standing still in the shadows. A tall figure sat hidden in the darkness, watching him. Only the eyes were glowing in a weird alluring reflection, something Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off. Something dangerous and alluring at the same time.
A slow, deliberate smirk spread across the shadow’s face as he leaned forward into the faint glow of the bedside lamp. “Morning, mister lawyer. Or should I call you, jury 28?.”
Ethan swallowed hard; his throat dry. “Adrian? W-what the hell is this? Let me go.”
Adrian tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t do so. Not yet.”
Ethan struggled, yanking at the restraints, but they held firm. His breathing turned ragged. “If this is some kind of sick joke…”
Adrian stood, his presence looming as he took slow steps toward the bed. “It’s not a joke, Ethan.” He reached for a weird looking device sitting on the bedside table looking like a pair of high-tech goggles. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you, if that can reassure you.”
Ethan thrashed, a fresh wave of terror coursing through him. “No! Don’t you dare! I’ll sue you. You don’t know who you came for. No get your hands away from me. Fuck off, don’t!”
Adrian pressed a firm hand against Ethan’s chest, pinning him down with ease on the soft mattress. “Shhh. Relax. Fighting won’t change what’s coming.” He lifted the headset over Ethan’s face, ignoring the muffled protests. “Just let it happen.”
The world went dark as the device settled in place. At first, nothing but pitch black. Then, a spiral. Slowly turning, hypnotic in its endless motion. A low hum filled his ears, rhythmic, steady, invading his senses.
“Ethan,” Adrian’s voice was different now, calmer, smoother, slipping into his thoughts like silk. “Just breathe. Focus on the spiral.”
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut beneath the headset. “I-I won’t…” but as hard as Ethan tried, his eyes opened and started to focus on the spiral in front of him. He tried to stop listening to Adrian’s voice but he couldn’t. it was like it was speaking directly in his brain. Ethan felt like he was losing his grip on reality and he was terrified about what could happen now. His body started to relax. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling on his legs, getting higher and higher as long as Adrian’s voice was echoing in his ears. Ethan hated how much this sensation was getting harder and harder to fight. It was like he was slowly but surely falling asleep without being able to fight this urge to close his eyes and to listen.
“Ethan, I’m going to count from five to zero. With every number, your body will get more and more relaxed. You’ll stop thinking, you’ll feel good and relaxed. When I’ll reach zero, you will fall asleep, but you’ll still be able to listen to me and do everything I tell you to do. Let’s start now, Ethan.
Five.”
A sudden pressure wrapped around his skull, a weight sinking into his mind. His muscles slackened slightly.
“Four.”
His heartbeat slowed, his mind fogging over, as if something was gently pressing against his thoughts, making them heavier.
“Three.”
His struggles dulled. The spiral pulled at him, luring him into its endless depths. His breaths became shallower, steadier.
“Two.”
A deep warmth spread through his limbs. A strange, heavy calm wrapped around his mind, thick and inescapable. He knew he had to resist, had to fight, but… it felt so much easier to let go.
“One.”
His lips parted slightly. His thoughts drifted, floating like dust in the air. Something inside him frayed, unraveling at the edges. His body was still awake, still bound, but his mind…
In a last attempt to ask for help, a faint moan, barely audible, escaped his opened and relaxed mouth. “Please…”
“Zero.”
Ethan’s mind slipped away, sinking into the black void of sleep. His body remained, breathing steadily, waiting.
Adrian leaned down, whispering against his ear, his voice the only thing tethering Ethan to reality. “Good boy.”
Ethan did not react.
Adrian grinned, trailing a finger along Ethan’s cheek. “You hear me, right?”
“Yes, master.” Ethan’s voice was monotone, distant.
“Interesting, the whole Master thing wasn’t planned, but I won’t complain about it” said Adrian with a smile creeping on his manly cheeks. “You will listen. You will obey.”
“Yes, master.”
Adrian took a step back, admiring his new puppet waiting for his orders. “Perfect.” He said as a bonner started to grow the front of his pants.
“Stand up.”
Ethan’s body obeyed without hesitation as Adrian finished to unfastened the restraints.
Like a marionette on strings, Ethan rose from the bed, his movements slow, precise, guided by an invisible force. His vacant eyes stared ahead; his mind still locked away in the depths of obedience. Adrian watched with satisfaction, adjusting his coat before motioning toward the door.
“Follow me and don’t talk to anyone.”
Ethan’s legs carried him forward, his shoes padding against the cold floor. The dimly lit hallway stretched before them, and he moved mechanically, shadowing Adrian’s every step. They exited into the quiet, empty streets, the neon glow of a hidden tattoo parlor flickering just ahead. Adrian led him inside, exchanging a knowing glance with the heavily tattooed man behind the counter.
“This the one?” the tattoo artist asked in a deep rough voice, eyeing Ethan’s blank expression with curiosity.
Adrian smirked. “Yeah. Let’s get started.”
The backroom was small, cluttered with ink bottles and buzzing machines. A single chair sat in the center.
“Get your clothes off and sit down on the chair” said Adrian as he watched Ethan taking his suit off piece by piece until his athletic naked frame was standing still in the middle of the room. Ethan’s body then turned left and sat on the cold leathery chair without moving.
“You won’t move no matter what happen. You’ll stay still and you’ll wait for my orders.” Continued Adrian as another vicious smile creeped on the corner of his lips.
“Yes master. I will wait for your orders without moving.” Answered Ethan in a monotonous tone.
Adrian leaned in, brushing his fingers along Ethan’s forearm. “Time to give you a proper look, Ethan.”
“Damn bro, remind me not to piss you off. This dude is gone” said the tattoo artist in a cheerful tone as he grabbed his tattoo gun.
“Don’t worry bro. Ethan here is having a special treatment.”
The hum of the tattoo gun filled the air as the artist began his work. Ink soaked into Ethan’s pale skin, swirling into intricate designs, dark and bold. Adrian watched as his canvas took shape. Sleeves covering his arms, ink snaking over his chest, his ribs, his thighs. Black and gray patterns wrapped around his thin frame, etching a new identity and personality onto his flesh.
Hours passed. Ethan’s body sat still, accepting every stroke of the needle without a single flinch. His pristine skin was gone, replaced with artwork that exuded raw masculinity, danger, desire, dominance. Adrian ran a hand over the fresh tattoos, admiring the transformation before turning back to Fernando.
“That’s perfect. I just think some more modifications could perfect it all. What do you think?” Adrian said in a cheeky vicious tone as his sight landed on Ethan’s untouched cock and shaved pubes.
“I got you!” said Fernando as he turned around to grab a gun looking device.
“I knew I could have trust in you!” said Adrian as he fists bumped Fernando gloved hands.
In the blink of an eye, Fernando positioned the gun at the tip of Ethan’s cock head and with a syringe and a bit of pressure on the trigger, a loud SNAP resonated in the room as a huge silver Prince Albert was now lodged at the tip of Ethan’s cut cock.
Fernando then went higher on Ethan’s body and grabbed his left ear as he Snapped a golden earing on his lobe before doing the same with the right ear.
Adrian took a step back to admire Ethan’s tattooed and pierced body. He smiles as he saw Ethan still breathing but disconnected body standing still on the chair, still waiting for Adrian’s next orders.
“Step 1 done.” Said Adrian as he started to walk back close to Ethan’s limp body. “Now let’s start Phase 2.” He continued as he grabbed a vial full with a shimmering green liquid in his front right pocket.
“Can I borrow you this?” He asked Fernando as he grabbed an empty brand-new syringe sitting on the counter next to him. “Thank you, my friend.” He said as he emptied the full vial inside the syringe.
He tapped the side of the needle, then pressed the tip against Ethan’s arm. “This is where the real fun begins.”
The injection burned as it entered Ethan’s veins. A slow pulse rippled through his body, spreading from his core outward. His muscles twitched, tensing involuntarily. His breath hitched as heat surged beneath his skin, his frame trembling as unseen forces took hold.
Adrian stepped back, watching eagerly. “Can’t wait for you to wake up and see this new you.”
Ethan’s shoulders jerked as his collarbones cracked and widened, his frame forcefully expanding. Muscle swelled beneath his skin, his pale complexion darkening slightly as veins thickened beneath the surface. His arms spasmed, biceps ballooning outward, triceps growing dense with corded muscle. His forearms pulsed as tendons strengthened, his once-slender fingers stretching longer before thickening, his palms roughening into something rugged and powerful. His nails darkened slightly, the tips squared and strong, as if built for labor.
His spine arched violently as his torso grew, his ribs reshaping to accommodate his new bulk. Each vertebra popped in succession, elongating him inch by inch until his feet dangled over the edge of the chair. His chest heaved, expanding outward with each deep, shuddering breath, his pectorals thickening into powerful slabs of muscle. A dusting of hair spread across them, brown curls sprouting and thickening at the center. His abs rippled into sharp definition, each ridge of muscle perfectly sculpted, his obliques cutting deep lines down to his widening pelvis.
His legs then started to crack before getting longer and thicker, his thighs surged with power, tearing the fabric of his skin as muscle bulged outward, letting some stretch marks along the way. His calves tightened, taking on a hardened, athletic shape, while his feet stretched, toes curling as they expanded in size. The skin thickened slightly on the soles, his heels broadening to match his newfound proportions.
Adrian’s smirk widened as Ethan’s groin started to pulse, his cock twitching as the change overtook it. His length shifted, shortening slightly but growing far thicker, veins protruding along what remained of the length. His balls swelled heavier, fuller, resting against his inner thighs with a new weight. The prince Albert got closer and closer to his thickening balls and the skin and muscle around the fresh wound started to heal like the cauterization process had taken place years ago. His pubic hair darkened, thickened, curling wildly in an unkempt display of masculinity. A rich, musky scent began to rise from his body, sweat forming at his chest, his pits, his groin. Something earthy, raw, undeniably masculine.
Ethan’s face was the last to change. His jawline cracked and restructured, sharpening into something chiseled and strong. His cheekbones grew more pronounced, his nose widening slightly to match his bolder features. His lips swelled subtly, taking on a more natural pout beneath the shadow of his thickening facial hair. His brown eyes fluttered momentarily, shifting in hue; turning a deep, striking shade of steel blue before cooling down into a bluey grey. His once-light hair darkened, roots shifting to a rich, dirty blonde, strands thickening and taking on a slightly tousled, effortlessly rugged appearance. Stubble then started to grow on his new cheeks as his face finished to shift into this new appearance.
Ethan’s body then started to spasms and twitch on the chair. His muscles spasming and relaxing again and again. His brand-new tattoos engraved in his flesh started to glow a faint green, the same color as the vial. The stretch marks all over his body that appeared because of the sudden growth started to disappear slowly but surely. And after a couple of minutes, Ethan’s body stood still on the chair, as relaxed as before. But his skin was now a healthy golden hue. All the freshly engraved tattoos were now healed perfectly and his prince Albert Albert was now there for good.
Adrian exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he admired his work. “Damn, Ethan… I have to say, prison did me good, but this?” He smirked, gripping Ethan’s chin and tilting his head to inspect his new face. “This is art. I’m sure you’ll be a favorite!”
Ethan remained still, brain still asleep and trapped in his new changed body, body settling into its new form. Adrian chuckled, dragging his fingers along the thick ridge of Ethan’s bicep before giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re gonna be perfect.”
“Well, I guess we can go now. Thank you Fernando. And as always,…”
“Yes I know the song Adrian. You were not here and I haven’t seen you since you got out of jail.”
“Thank you my friend.” Answered Adrian as he gave Fernando a stack of money before turning back to Ethan still laying in the chair in his new modified body while Fernando got out of the room.
“Now Ethan, get up and put this on!” Adrian said to Ethan’s relaxed body.
Still trapped in a trance, Ethan moved with robotic precision, reaching for the pile of clothes Adrian had laid out for him. A pair of tight, worn-out jeans, their denim stiff with sweat and musk. A black tank top, just as ripe, the fabric clinging to his muscular torso, a pair of well-worn converse shoes and a black and white hat. Lastly, a metal cock ring and a thick buttplug sat on the table. Ethan grabbed them. For the first time since all of this happened. Ethan’s body stood there for a couple of seconds without moving the plug and the cockring in hands. Almost like he was hesitating on putting them on. But only one word from Adrian was enough to put Ethan back into the stated of obeisance. Ethan plunged the plug in his tight ass in one soft move before grabbing his thick short cock, passing his Prince Albert through the ring and then locking it around his girth.
Adrian leaned in close, inhaling the scent of submission clinging to Ethan’s newly transformed body. “Perfect. Now, follow me.”
The night air was thick with the scent of the city as Adrian led Ethan through the winding streets, neon lights flashing in puddles along the pavement. The bass of a distant club thrummed through the ground, growing stronger with each step they took. The entrance was unassuming, just a black door with a crimson light above it, but the moment they crossed the threshold, the world shifted.
Inside, the club pulsed with life. Men, drenched in sweat, bathed in dim lights, moved against each other, their bodies slick with heat and pleasure. The air was thick with the mingling scents of cologne, liquor, and raw masculinity. Ethan followed Adrian through the crowd without question, weaving past wandering hands and hungry eyes, until they reached a private changing room in the back.
Once inside, Adrian locked the door and turned to face Ethan’s waiting body. “Sit.”
Ethan dropped into the chair in the center of the room. His new body was still unfamiliar to him, the weight of his muscles shifting with every small movement. Adrian pulled out his smartphone from his suit pocket, his fingers tapping against the screen.
“This part,” Adrian murmured, stepping closer, “is where I make sure you fell what I felt. Trapped in a jail and forced to be fucked. knowing I wasn't strong enough to break free.”
The spiral appeared on the screen, glowing faintly in the dimly lit room. The moment Ethan’s eyes locked onto it, his body stiffened, his mind immediately drawn into the swirling depths of light. Adrian crouched beside him, whispering into his ear.
“You’ve already come so far,” he cooed. “But now, it’s time to let go completely. Because of you, I have lost five years of my life. And you thought you could go ahead with yours like nothing happened?
No… You took five years from me and because of you, jury 28, I was put in jail for five fucking years!! I think it’s only fair to give you a bit of your own medicine. With a bit more for the mental struggle you indulged. That’s what you asked for, remember?
Now don’t worry. I’m not a monster.
I won’t do anything bad to you. In fact, I think you’ll enjoy your time a lot.
In jail we have something we call the biatch. Basically, it’s someone not too muscled, not too strong. And we fucked the shit out of him to get our nerves down, doesn’t matter if he wants it or not.
Well, let’s say. I didn’t want it at first. But I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it after a while. At least I hope for you. You were straight, right? Yea not for long anymore …
Now listen to me Ethan, from now on, you are not Ethan anymore. You are Joey. The brand-new gay biatch at this club. You’ll come here and dance and get fucked every night for the next five years and after every shift, you’ll come to my apartment and give me the money you made. You love to get fucked by men. For Joey, every cock is a gift and you want to honor them all in any way you are asked. When I or anybody will call you a good boy, you will cum handsfree and it’ll be the best orgasm you ever felt. Also, when someone touches your nipples, you’ll feel like you are fucked by the biggest cock ever in all the right places. It’ll be painfully orgasmic for you. To finish, every time you’ll cum, you’ll fall back into this trance state where you’ll remember your mantra and that Joey is your new reality: I am a gay biatch who loves to get fucked on stage for money. I love cocks. Cocks are my only focus in life. I love to get played with.
Now I’m going to count down from five to zero. With every number, you’ll feel those instructions cementing themselves in your brain. When I will reach zero, it’ll become permanently ingraved in your brain. When I say wake, you will wake up from that trance you are in and be mentally free but your body will still belong to me. And when you’ll cum, you’ll go back into a trance like this one where your new personality and identity, Joey, will be the one in control. You’ll be able to feel everything but you won’t have any control in the situation. Say I agree if you understood everything.”
“I- I agree m-aster” answered Ethan in a monotone voice interrupted with fear undertones.
“Perfect. Let’s starts the countdown then”.
“Five”
Ethan’s muscles tensed as he unconsciously tried to fight it, his jaw clenched as drops of sweat started to form on his forehead.
“Four”
His breath hitched, his pupils dilating as the spiral filled his vision.
“Three”
His body slumped slightly, tension giving way to relaxation, his mind sinking deeper into the void.
“Two”
His lips parted, a soft exhale slipping through. Thoughts slowed. Resistance faded.
“One”
His shoulders dropped, his head tilting slightly forward.
“Zero. Wake up boy.”
Ethan’s breath came in short, panicked bursts. His hands trembled as he ran them over his body, his fingers pressing against his foreign skin, his unfamiliar face. “No… no, this isn’t real. This…” He looked up; his eyes wild. “What did you do to me?” Seeing that Adrian was not answering, Ethan repeated, this time screaming louder.
“WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT HAPPENED!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!” screamed in panic Ethan as the reflection in front of him mimicked his movement? He tried to get up but his legs weren’t listening. Only his head was able to move.
Adrian laughed as he saw Ethan finally taking all the details of his new self. He smiled when he saw tears shining on Ethan’s cheeks before dying in his stubble.
“Don’t worry Ethan. I know you are scared but you shouldn’t be. I told you you would have pleasure. And even if I went to jail because of you, I’m not a monster. No, I see myself more like the Karma. You see, you sent me to jail for a mistake I did in my youth, I sent you to jail for something you did, kinda…
I’m sure you’ll enjoy this don’t worry.” As he finished saying that, Ethan stood frozen on his chair, impossible for him to slightly move even one of his toes. He was totally at the mercy of Adrian and he hated being so helpless.
Adrian got closer and stood behind him, putting his hands on Ethan’s shoulders as he started massaging them cheerfully.
Now let’s see what happen if I do… that!’ Adrian said as he moved his hands doesn’t Ethan’s chest in a quick movement and his fingers went pinching with force Ethan’s sensitive nipples. All of a sudden Ethan felt like something huge penetrated his virgin ass. He couldn’t understand what was happening as he didn’t see anyone or anything in the mirror reflection. Just himself, mouth opened and moaning in pain and pleasure as he kept on feeling the sensation going faster and faster. At this moment, he felt his cock getting hard under his jeans only to feel a weird tugging sensation at the base. Adrian went on and opened the fly for Ethan to see that his proudness, his huge cut cock was no way smaller than it used to be. Going from 8 inches hard to only 3 inches now. But worst, he saw something shimmer at its tip. “The fuck!! What have you do-ne… hAaaaaAaAhaaAAA” said Ethan while being interrupted as Adrian pinched his nipples once again.
“I told you you would have a good time! But now I think it’s time for you to start your shift.” Continued Adrian as he pinched and twisted Ethan’s nipples one more time, sending a wave of pleasure down his body and making his cock leak one more time.
“Please Adrian don’t do that to me. I’m sorry, I was just doing my job I don’t want to feel that and be trapped like that. I don’t want to …”
“Good boy” said Adrian as he took a step back from Ethan’s body.
Like if something had flicked in Ethan’s mind. His eyes unfocused for a moment as he blinked a bit. Cum started to erupt from his frozen body and splattered on his mirror reflection. His prince Albert moving up and down with every orgasm he felt.
Ethan felt everything. His body had betrayed him. He tried to ask for Adrian to free him and turn him back one more time but no sound came out of his mouth. Instead, he was frozen watching his reflection starting to smile and turn his head in Adrian’s direction, smiling even more as he contracted his dick to make his cummy prince albert jump with every movement. Ethan was trapped in his own body, feeling everything but not being able to move. He was trapped.
“You’re mine now, Joey” Adrian whispered. “And I’m going to make sure you repay me for for everything you took from me.”
“Don’t be late for your shift. Tonight, you have three private dances and maybe a fourth one if you are fast enough. But I know you love your job, so go ahead and go on stage, good boy!”
As he finished his sentence, Joey stood up and started to walk on the stage. His muscled body moving in rhythm with the music as the front of his jeans got soaking wet with his second orgasm. Joey loved his life and serving his boss in this club. He was lucky to have someone like that taking care of him and making sure he was scheduled every night of the week for several months in advance. He loved his life, clueless that a couple of hours ago, he didn’t exist and was a straight lawyer about to break into this industry.
Ethan stood frozen feeling his body cumming as he got up to go on stage and started moving his body, showing his ass and dick to every client giving him a five-dollar bills. He hated it all, but he couldn’t do anything. Every time someone called him good boy, he felt his body cum handsfree in his jeans and every time the orgasm receded, he felt Joey getting stronger and stronger. It’s gonna be a tough five years of service.
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"A recently released prisoner decides to take revenge on the young lawyer who put him behind bars. Using secret mind suggestions, he gradually corrupts him, making him indecent. Eventually, the lawyer quits his job and transforms into a horny thug. Hope you like it!"
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Vincent had heard that a company was offering $1000 for one day's work at an upcoming photo shoot. He called the number but was told that he would have to apply in person and be told the details then. He came in the next day to apply. Once he filled it out, he handed the application back to the receptionist. She told him that he would hear from them later that day. And true to their word, he was hired and was to report the next day for the photo shoot. He wasn't sure what he would be exactly doing, but he was excited to get to see $1000 just for one day.
The next day, Vincent arrived and was escorted to a special room. He was told to lie down on a table. "What is this for?" He asked one of the guys.
"Well, to make your wearable for the model." The guy responded as he pokes the needle into Vincent's right shoulder.
Vincent was about ask what he meant by making him wearable for the model, but he felt limp. He couldn't move his body one bit. His skin started to turn green and changing into some type of cloth material. His head shrunk into his chest while he felt his body become hollow. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a single sound as he watched his entire body change. When everything was finished, he saw the guy lift his new form off the table and carry him to another room.
Henry looked up and saw one of the guys caring in the compression wear that he was supposed to be modeling in. "We have your outfit right here, Mr. Drake. Be careful with him. We just changed him a moment ago." The outfit was laid on the table for him.
"This is an actual guy?" Henry asked, curiously.
"Yeah, the guy signed a waiver to become modeling clothes. We will be on set waiting for you." The guy walked out of the room.
"Wow, what loser would sign up to be clothes. Don't matter to me anyway. I am getting paid regardless." Henry said as he tried on the top and bottom. "Wow, you feel good on me. You aren't too bad as clothes." He walked out to go on set.
Vincent realized he should have read the fine print. He didn't know that he had volunteer to be clothes. He didn't know the guy's name, but he seemed to enjoy wearing him. As the day wore on, the guy's body got a little sweaty, which he was forced to absorb. The taste of his sweat was disgusting. He soon grew tired of being wrapped around his body and wanted to be back to normal again. All of them were talking about how good he looked on the model as though he was nothing but clothes.
When the photo shoot was done, Henry was amazed how well the clothes felt on him. "Could I buy this outfit?" He asked the mananger.
"Sure, $500 to sign a waiver to not acknowledge that we are selling you a person to be your clothes and he is all yours." The manager said.
Henry followed the manager to his office. The manager pulled out a waiver for him to sign. $500 will be taken from you pay from this photo shoot." The manager told him as he signed the waiver. "So this outfit is all mine now?" He asked.
"Yup, just don't tell anyone we just sold you a guy who you are wearing as clothes. If it gets out, we will deny it and you could face a lawsuit. I hope you understand." The manager explained as he took back the signed waiver.
"Completely understood. He is nothing but my clothes now." Henry responded back. He got up and walked out of the manager's office. Since he was bound to secrecy, he had to treat the poor guy as nothing but clothes. Yet, that is what he signed up for, so treating him like clothes really would be no different. It was what he permanently was now. It would be so easy to treat him as such.
Vincent was disgusted and angry as the manager just sold him to some random model as nothing but clothes. He was powerless as he witnesses the whole situation take place. He was considered just an object and not a person, humiliated and degraded. He really should have read the fine print
It's the day after England crashed out of the World Cup. The 19 year old chav lad Dave made a bet that England will win the World Cup after they won their first group match. 'This time it's coming home' he yelled after the final whistle of Englands first match. He watched the game with his five closest friends and his (dizygotic) twin brother. 'If they are fucking losers I'll do a half year without sex... fuck off: one year. You can lock me in a damn fucking chastity device of one year if they lose' he said. His friends said if England win he can send them buying some clothing stuff he wishes. They even wrote it down and signed it.
Obviously he lost his bet. Now he has to pay the price. He had forgotten the bet. As he woke up in the morning he found himself in a WhatsApp group "Virgin Dave". He tried to convince his friends that it was just a joke. But they had his signature. They threatened to post this contract to other friends and to their gym friends and call him "pussy Dave" because he tried to duck out. Finally he consentend. They said that they'll come to his house at noon and they'll do a ceremony. After they sent a picture of the chastity device Dave drank the rest of the Vodka they had the evening before. His brother took this picture and said: 'Drink more maybe it's easier to accept.'
Exactly at noon the doorbell rang and Dave's brother opened the door. Their five friends came in. They escorted Dave into his room and tied him spread-eagled to his bed. After they pulled down his pants his best friend Lewis said: 'This pig isn't shaved.' He took a latex glove and Dave's trimmer and removed his pubic hair. After that he got a clean shave. Dave had a boner since they tied him to his bed and they mocked him for that. Dave didn't say anything. He let them do what they want to do. He was happy that nobody is filming this shit. As they had dried his crotch with a towel they oiled his balls.
Then his brother - this evil freak of brother - opened the box of the device and placed the device on Dave's mouth. 'Next time England is playing you better be more humble bro' he said. Dave refused to react. Then Lewis said imitating a man who unroll a paper in the air: 'Hereby, we, the six wise men of football knowledge found you guilty of the crime of stupidity. We sentence you to a maximum of 12 months in chastity. You can reduce your sentence to a minimum of 9 months by going every second week to the Corporal Punishment party in the gay fetish club two corners away. I don't remember its name.' All laughed - even Dave in his situation - as they know that Lewis is often there. 'Order!' he yelled while his hand made a sweeping gesture. He continued: 'For each Corporal Punishment party his sentence will be reduced by one week. But if he misses one of the parties his sentence will go back to the full 12 months. This installment of the punishment device will be executed by the convict's brother Danny. The convict is entitled to cleaning every 20th day. If it isn't possible he has to beg for an alternative time at least 5 days ahead. If he ever misses one cleaning day he has to wait 10 more days for another chance. Did you understand the sentence, convict, and do you accept it?' - Dave said: 'Yes, you godless bastards.' - 'For unruly behaviour we increase the minimum sentence to 10 months' Lewis said. 'Danny, please execute the sentence!' Dave's boner was rock hard.
Danny put on latex gloves and fumbled the balls through the ring, than the dick. Then he pressed the cage on his brother's cock and locked the device. He gave the keys to Lewis. 'On cleaning day you'll visit one of us. We tell you beforehand who will clean you. You'll bring a pair of handcuffs and fresh latex gloves with you. When you arrive you'll beg to be cleaned. You follow the one of us to the bathroom. You pull down your pants, hand over the keys to the handcuff and cuff yourself on the back. After the procedure your handcuffs will be unlocked. As we'll wear gloves no human skin will touch your dick in entirety for at least 10 months. If you try to trick us we'll embarrass you everywhere as we recorded this day with a hidden camera' Lewis's brother Tom said.
They untied him and went in the living room Dave's family's house. Walking down the stairs Dave felt the heaviness of the chastity device. He decided to accept it and to talk to his friends after two or three months to get his punishment finished immediately. He didn't know that they planned to let him suffer for the entire time. He even went to the fetish club and got the corporal punishments. But the 7th punishment was so heavy he pulled out and said he couldn't stand two more which would have been neccessary to get the last two months of his sentence cancelled. He didn't know that his friends paid a guy who is doing this often and know how to use the cane to inflict as much pain as possible.
Even next summer they were cold-hearted as the seven guys planned to travel to Ibiza. They told him that they'll have a key with them to unlock before security. After they had checked in their checked baggage Lewis told him that the key was accidentally in the checked luggage after he had pretended to have searched it in the hand luggage. Dave had to chose: going home or through security. He did the latter thing. The metal detector set off and he had to undergo a second control in a private room. He told the security staff that he has got some unremovable jewellery attached to his body. He had to show. One security officer laughed: 'That isn't jewellery, mate. That's a chastity device. Who did this to you?' - 'England, mate. It was England crashing out of the World Cup against France.'
They sent him to his friends who already had finished their first pint at Gatwick's Wetherspoon's. As he had found them his brother said: 'I totally forgot something. I had the key.' Dave ordered a Scotch and a pint. He decided for himself that he won't ask them to unlock him for flying home. He won't let them mock him again. Later he realized that this was the moment he accepted chastity. After their vacation he searched a Domme and found one. She took over the keys and started to train him to be her and her husbands sex toy. Shortly after meeting his Domme she started to pressure him to get a vasectomy. After a few months he agreed and had it done on his 21st birthday. After everything was healed she invited his brother and friends to their house. Dave was again spread-eagled on his bed. She told everyone that Dave had undergone s vasectomy to bring a sacrifice for earning permanent slavery - he made it a secret. Danny and the other guys were stunned. But the next thing stunned them more. 'Mistress' Dave said 'please make my chastity permanent.' - 'As you brought a huge sacrifice for me I'll grant you this wish, slave.' She broke one key in the lock and sealed it with industrial glue. 'It will only come off by destroying it' she said. Dave smiled.
I could not resist asking when i saw that rubber object suspended in the store i visited during my stay abroad. The two store assistants talked for a moment before returning that they'd be happy to allow me that experience, but only if I'd accept to get into everything the same way the current guy up there was. how hard can that be i thought, if he does it, i can do it too, so i agreed.
It took a while to take the current victim off the hooks and peel him out of everything, revealing a guy in his mid twenties, not bad looking in general, could use a haircut and a shave for sure, but a handsome face. He was very wet from sweat of course and almost white pale skin, wrinkled all over the body. Of cure that process also revealed everything I'd have to accept… while some surprises surely were revealed, i was determined, I'd not pass on that possibility to enjoy some time hanging like that here.
The reverse process then happened to me, starting with a Latowski chastity pantys. Unseen before and making me hiss quite a bit was the embedded catheter extending from a serious steel rod inside the cavity in the silicone inner part of the front. It also required quite some effort and numerous sniffs of poppers to accept under a lot moans and a final loud yelp the plug inserted and locked on to the back part then.
Having calmed from that part, the rubber suit was easy, neck to ankle, still warm and wet from the guy before, zipped up quickly at the end, then however the heavy suit followed.
Sliding first into the attached heavy rubber boots, pulling it up until i inserted my arms into the sleeves and ended in the attached thick rubber gloves, then they zipped the suit with the heavy sealing zipper on the back up to the high neck and i heard the padlock click shut.
The earplugs went in next, squeezed tight enough to be able to insert those deep before they would expand fully and take away most hearing, then the next troublesome item followed, that heavy thick rubber helmet hood. the hood itself i would not mind, but the gag and tubes… two long tubes went down my nose, then the massive silicone gag, all mouth filling, compartment for the tongue, the front squeezed between teeth and lips before pushing the hood closer to my face, with it the last two inch of the nose tubes also settled deep, pulled fully over the head then, the heavy zipper tightening it well on to my head, taking away any light and sight i may have had, pressing that gag into place and keeping those tubes in the nose for sure too, those tubes being the only connection to outside of rubber then.
The massive posture collar was strapped and locked next, keeping my head straight in position now. finally they started strapping the full body suspension harness over everything i wore by now. I was getting warmer by the second, felt how helpless i was, unable to talk, hear much, see anything. i felt al straps tighten to some extent and then felt the spreader bar being applied between my ankles first, then my arms and hands strapped to my sides. finally i felt the lifting up, not far, a foot off the ground maybe, but a foot or a mile, i was able to wiggle my spread legs, but that was the extent of my abilities. Of course, the final step then followed, blowing up the outer rubber suit, i felt the pressure raise, pushing against my rubbered skin even more, felt how the straps of the harness held the suit back, increased the pressure points i felt.
Finally, i could barely hear you through the tick rubber hood, but you tell me: 'I am sure you will not mind that the previous guy hanging here has dressed in your stuff and is likely already gone far by now. He's been modeling out gear here in the store for almost a year until today. Obviously there is no difference between him and you hanging up there, at least nobody will be able to tell a difference. That hood on your head, it won't need to come off at all, you get fed via one of the tubes in your nose, the catheter pushes your piss right into your sealed plugged butt, so only every few days when there is a change in model position or gear, it needs to be released for a short moment, then again, in your current sealed suit, it may be a lot longer as eventual piss pushed along the plug ends in the rubber anyway.
You see, the boss here punished his former slaveboy by making him a living mannequin in the store here permanently, That was almost a decade ago, and it also was his warning to us two here, his current slave boys what will happen if… he made it clear that at all times at least one living mannequin will be in the store. A year ago however we were sloppy, only one of us attended the scheduled cleaning of the slave and he used that to knock me out and run. I knew that I'd be punished by taking that spot instead permanently, Master was on a weeks business trip, but when he returned…
Luck struck then, we caught another boy trying to steal here in the shop and my slave brother immediately came up with a different idea… well… we had the thief on camera for his attempted theft, police or… we lured him into letting us get him rubbered up and restrained, from then on we used him as replacement for the runaway slave, never to be free enough to run and since the hood never comes off, Master never found out what happened.
We have used that very time we caught a thief, neither of those ever reported anything, knowing we have evidence of their attempted theft, the guy before you was the fourth, unfortunately already a year in captivity as no other thief was caught. You're the first to actually volunteer to get locked up, but as always, Master will never find out either, he actually stopped acknowledging the existence of his former slave under all this a long time ago, to him this is just a part of the stores inventory. Unfortunately for you though, since we have nothing to pressure you to keep your mouth shut, i guess the time to replace the mannequins is over, that hood and gag will guarantee you can never tell anyone and the two of us will ensure you can never run either. So whoever you were, that's the past, from here on you're nothing more but that permanent store mannequin.
He's furious with me so he left me in the locker room naked and caged. We were doing leg presses. When I do those, if you look at my crotch you can see the outline of my cage. A guy walked by at just the right moment and saw the outline. He stopped, looked at us and asked, "Are you wearing a chastity cage?" I quickly said, "What's going on in my crotch is none of your business." He smiled and walked away. My bf looked at me in disgust. He said, "I thought you had accepted it. You're a faggot. The answer is, 'Of course I'm caged. I'm a faggot'." I said, "I have accepted it but he's a nobody. He doesn't deserve to know."
As you might imagine, I didn't win that conversation, and probably shouldn't have. I should have let him answer. That's usually the best course of action. The guy who asked me has already come in and seen me. I have no towel to cover myself. He looked at me and said, "Nice cage, faggot," and laughed. Sir is in the sauna so I guess I'll be out here for everyone to see for awhile. It actually feels pretty good. Maybe now, I'm truly at acceptance.
Wearing your cage, and allowing yourself to be penetrated, like a girl, is about self acceptance. You are not a man and you never will be. Being a man isn’t about your cock. Your hair will be removed and you will become a boy wife. You will serve real men and submit to them in ways you never imagined. You’ll be spanked for no reason at all. Your face will be pissed on and you’ll enjoy it. There’s something deep inside your core and it wants out. It’s a faggot and as a result so are you.
That’s a good faggot. Take my cock and say thank you Sir! I’ll slap my hard dick on your locked nub. It brings a smile to my face when you shiver with pleasure and your fag clit leaks when I pound you.
It’s hard not to smile. He’s the first fag I’ve caged. He’s been wearing it for a week now and we’re really enjoying it. I had already trained him on a few things I liked and some general hand signals. It didn’t take him long to learn the one that has him get on his back and put his legs in the air. Hahah. Fucking fags, they’re awesome.
Nico was an extremely successful business man. He had a penthouse on 5th Ave in Manhattan and a beach house on South Beach in Miami. He was a star LAX player at a D1 school in the northeast and a fraternity brother. He was voted the sexiest man in his fraternity every year through the end of grad school and had his choice of different women every night. His brothers were always jealous as they hear the moans of a each girl as he pounded them with his 9 inch Italian cock. His nickname was rightfully Italian Stallion.
By the time he finished his MBA, he had already established himself as a dominant figure in the company he interned for, so it was only natural that he took over a position that was opened. He worked his way through the company over the years until he finally became CEO at the age of 38, the youngest CEO in the history of the company. By the time Nico turned 45, he was ranked the most successful businessman in NYC and the most eligible bachelor. Nico never lost his college athlete looks. He had a wavy, dark hair, piercing brown eyes, olive skin, defined abs for days. He was the envy of every guy in his company and every girl wanted to be with him. He knew he could play the field as long as he wanted, and he did. His dominate personality helped him to be successful in the board room and end the bedroom.
When the metro magazine named him “Most Eligible Bachelor in the Five Boroughs”, Nico was asked to pose for a photo shoot with their photographer, Tyler. Tyler was fresh out of college, not a day over 22 and he looked even younger. He had a slim athletic build with beautiful sandy blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes. He was quiet and reserved, but he carried himself with confidence. He was hired on a provisional basis and this photo shoot was going to be his final task before they decided whether or not to make him permanent. Since Nico didn’t like a lot of people around his pent house, he and the magazine agreed to send Tyler alone to do the photo shoot.
On the day of the photo shoot, Tyler arrived at 7:00 AM sharp to start setting up for the shoot. Nico’s housekeeper let him in while Nico finished his shower. The housekeeper showed Tyler to the bedroom where they would start the shoot. Tyler was dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt.
After he finished setting up, Tyler sat confidently in a chair to wait for Nico. When he finally came out of the shower wrapped only in a towel, Nico was still drying his hair when he began talking to Tyler, not even looking at him. He was so used to being the most dominant person in any setting that it was generally his habit to talk “at” the people who worked under him, and not to them, and this was the case with Tyler too.
Although he was quiet, Tyler was had an extremely dominant personality. He went into photography because he like to be in control and he loved to give orders. Throughout college, Tyler’s dominant personality took form anytime he walked into the room. He knew he could get anyone to do anything he wanted, and he often used that to his advantage. By the time he graduated, Tyler had managed to acquire several bois (all around his age) that served and waited on him hand and foot. But he was never satisfied with them as they were always too immature to follow through with his orders. He usually ended up getting rid of them after a few weeks.
When he graduated and moved to the City, he decided to set his sites on a well established man to make his boi. That way, Tyler wouldn’t need to train him or worry about his immaturity. The moment he saw Nico enter the bedroom with his olive skin and perfect body still glistening from the shower, walking with that cocky air of confidence that exuded dominance as if to say “You are beneath me”, Tyler knew that he was going to make Nico his boi.
As Nico was talking, never actually stopping to look at the photographer, Tyler fixated his deep blue eyes on him, his face never breaking, never wavering from his intent. Tyler did not hear a word the object of his attention was saying when Nico, still with his back to Tyler, dropped the towel to the floor revealing a perfectly sculpted ass.
Tyler thought to himself, “Fuck, that boi is gonna be my bitch and I’m gonna love fucking that virgin ass many times a day.” When Nico finally turned around, still naked and showing off his Italian meat that was just as big (6 inches) even when it was flaccid, Tyler chuckled thinking, “Nice dick. Can’t wait to lock it in chastity so that he will never touch it again.”
Finally, Nico looked up from drying off, still naked, and made eye contact with Tyler for the first time. He stopped mid-word, forgetting what he was saying. The two stared at each other intently for a few seconds until Tyler, never shifting his stern gaze, extended his hand and said in a tone laden with control and dominance, “Hi. I’m Tyler.”
Nico stuttered, “I’m….I’m….uh. I’m Nico. It’s a pleasure.” Nico had never been in a room with another alpha male whose dominance and control competed with his own. He wasn’t sure how to react and at the same time, he felt his own dominating personality diminish. He felt this seemingly uncontrollable urge to immediately do anything that Tyler asked.
Tyler never lowered his stare, never broke his demeanor. He, like all good alphas, could tell instantly when he was going succeed in his conquest. The signs were always there. The specimen stuttered nonstop because he couldn’t think straight. You could always see the sweat beads forming on his forehead. His hands were cold and clammy. And he could never take his eyes off Tyler but could never stare him directly in the eye either. Even in the brief first moments of their time together, Nico was exhibited every sign. Tyler raised his camera and started snapping pictures of Nico, not even waiting for him to get dressed.
Nico had never been attracted to any guy. As president of his fraternity, he blackballed any pledge or brother who he assumed was gay. He had slept with hundreds, maybe even thousands of girls. His masculinity never came into question. But now, at this moment, all Nico could think about was this young photographer. He couldn’t even bring himself to protest when Tyler started taking pictures of his still naked body. The only thought he had in his mind was how could he make this perfect young man in front of him happy.
Tyler continued clicking photo after photo barking orders at Nico. “Lay on the bed. No on your stomach. Spread your legs a bit. Use your hands and spread those ass cheeks.” Tyler ordered, Nico complied without hesitation.
“Roll over on your back, ” Tyler demanded. Nico rolled over to reveal a raging, throbbing 9 inch hard on. At first Nico looked at Tyler with pride. His dick was always the center of attention when he was naked. But Tyler didn’t look pleased at all and Nico became embarrassed quickly. “Who the fuck told you that you could get hard?”
Nico stumbled over his words, “Uh..Sir…I couldn’t help it…Sir.” Never cracking a smile, Tyler laughed to himself and decided to turn the temperature up by taking off his shirt revealing the perfect gym cut body of a 22 year old Alpha. His youthful body both enticed Nico and made him feel inadequate even with his Romanesque features.
“You need to cover that up, bitch,” Tyler said referencing Nico’s erection. “Nobody wants to see that, boi.”
“Boi? Bitch?” Nico had never been called such things before but hearing them only made him more excited. He tried in vain to cover up the erection, each time looking to Tyler for approval and only getting looks of disappointment.
Tyler stopped clicking and walked to his bag. “I’ve got just the thing to stop your insolence boi,” he said as he reached into his bag pulling out a contraption that Nico had never seen before. “We’re going to slide this over your penis and lock it up. That way, I can control the erections to finish the photo shoot.”
Nico looked nervously as Tyler walked toward him and slid the chastity cage on his dick. As Tyler pushed the cage on, Nico finally started losing his erection (not for lack of excitement, but for the fear of the unknown with this new device). After a few moments, Nico’s dick had softened enough for Tyler to get the cage completely on, shrinking what was once a 9 inch hard dick (and a soft 6 inches) to just under 3 inches that would never get hard again. Once he had it on, he took the lock and looked up at Nico. Nico had a horrified look in his eyes when he heard the click of the lock and for the first time saw Tyler smile.
“You know bitch,” Tyler laughed. “That is the last time you will ever see an erection. See this key? It’s the only one and it will stay in my possession at all times. The only time I will unlock you is to clean you and to change your cage…to a smaller cage.”
“Wha…what?’ was all that Nico could muster. He knew at that moment that his life at changed forever. He instinctively lowered himself to his knees as Tyler walked back to his bag and pulled out a jock strap and a butt plug.
“Put these on bitch.” He tossed the jock to Nico. “Get on the bed, doggy style.” Nico complied. The next thing he felt was his virgin hole opening as Tyler slid the buttplug deep up his cunt.
“Now, listen carefully, bitch,” he said as he guided Nico back to his knees and then took a seat on the bed. “You belong to me. Everything you own is now mine, not yours. In this house, you will only wear this jock. Nothing else. The plug never leaves your ass unless you’re going to the bathroom. Then, it goes in your mouth until you’re finished. The goal is to make sure that one of your holes is plugged at all times.
"You will go to work every day as you normally do,” he continued. “However, every hour, I will text you with a task that you must complete. Understood?”
Nico nodded affirmation and the said, “Yes, Sir.”
“Now,” Tyler pulled out his own monster cock that dwarfed Nico’s previously 9 inch meat. “Get used to this, you’re going to be on it a lot,” he said as he slid his dick down Nico’s throat.
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The following Monday, Nico called the metro magazine to inform them that he was no longer the City’s most eligible bachelor and that he had decided to hire on their photographer, Tyler, as his own personal cameraman.
Later that afternoon, he closed out all of his banking and savings accounts and opened new ones in Tyler’s name. Then he changed his direct deposit from work to Tyler’s new account.
On Tuesday, he signed the deeds to all of his possessions, cars, houses, boats, and even his plane, over to Tyler. By Friday, he and Tyler had a notarized document stating that until Tyler decided to end the contract, Nico was his property. Everything that Nico earned belonged to Tyler.
Nico was no longer his own person, but a 45 year old slave whose only purpose in life was to serve and please his young 22 year old Alpha Master.
As ordered by Master @ppn512
Jake woke up horny like he normally did, with his cock straining inside his metal chastity cage, trying to get hard, hoping the cage would finally be unlocked and his penis would be set free. While he was getting dressed, his phone went off, it was a text message from his keyholder. As he read the message he could feeling is cock relentlessly trying to get hard inside the the metal prison, desperately wanting to be set free, however his keyholder had other ideas.
“I know you are horny and desperately ready to have your penis unlocked. However, even though your dick has been locked up for the past 7 months and was going to be released from your chastity cage today, I have decided it would be best to keep your cock locked up at all times, for an additional 5 months.”
Of course Jake was not happy, but knew there was nothing he could do but accept that his dick would remain locked up 24/7, with no way to him to see or touch it. He knew the only way to get any type of pleasure or relieve his built up frustrations was through anal stimulation. Even though he had been apposed to it since his dick was locked up, he ordered himself a prostate massager and beginner anal plugs to try. When they arrived he immediately tried them and found he enjoyed them, after a while, cum dripped from his chastity cage. He was glad he had found a way to relieve his built up sexual frustrations and drain his large, aching balls filled with cum.
At the end of the additional five months, Jake’s keyholder arrived at his house to unlock the cage and free his cock. When his keyholder went to unlock the cage Jake stopped him and insisted his cock stay locked under his control indefinitely. Jake had gotten used to his penis being locked up and after discover the pleasure from his new anal toys he decided there was no need for his penis to be unlocked. His dick had learned it was unable to get hard and did not try as much as it did in the beginning. Jake’s keyholder was stunned, but of course agreed to keep his cock locked up 24/7/365, indefinitely.
