The once hot gym-rat jock Justin is transformed into a thirsty tattooed sub-creature after spending a period in confinement.
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Justin is your typical jock type. Fit firm body. Perfect white teeth. Clear sun-kissed skin. Thick full hair. A God amongst men as he puts it. He works out. He goes to trendy nightclubs and fancy restaurants. Maintains a popular Instagram and OnlyFans page where he shows off his Adonis body. Sometimes nude but most sheathed in a layer of designer clothing and accessories. High-end colognes, luxury watches, and turbo-fitted muscle cars complete his cocky jock persona.
Justin loves the attention he gets both online and in person for his hot looks. He poses in the mirror showing off his big arms for Insta with captions reading " You don't put a bumper sticker on a Bentley" and other douchy slogans. Whereas he whips out his monstrous cock and balls on OnlyFans, captioning the photo with "Who can resist this perfection?". He revels in the praise, the stares, the comments... All of it.
Perfection. Nick uses the word frequent to refer to himself. But, this dominant perfection cannot last forever.
It was late. Justin has left the gym. The keys to his luxury car in one hand, a protein shaker in the other. He presses the button on the key fob and the car unlocks. Opening the gull-wing door, he sits inside. However, before he can press the 'door close' button, a needle is stabbed into his neck and an unknown substance is passed into him. The effect is instantaneous. His body felt heavy and he wasn't able to move. His vision blurs and he feels himself being picked up and moved into the trunk before complete darkness takes over.
Awakening, Justin is in a mirrored room. Totally nude. The room is not large. Justin can touch both walls one way and almost do so the other. It isn't a very tall room either. Justin cannot stand up straight. He needs to lean forward and have his knees bent so that he doesn't hit his head. Exploring his surroundings takes seconds. No doors. No windows. Mirrors on all sides except for the floor. It had a dog bed-like pad secured to the ground. The only feature of the room remaining is four metal loops one in each corner of the floor.
It took no time for Justin to observe all the box's features and he began to wonder what was going on.
As he gazed into a mirror, Justin saw a pale blue cream lying through his hair and not just on his head. His eyebrows. His beard and moustache. His armpits and anywhere hair sprouted. Justin goes to touch the cream and inspect it but before he can a seething pain knocks him to the bed.
He rolls around in pain. His hands dart to his head as he goes to touch his perfect locks. As he does so it feels like dry brittle straw. Crumbling at his touch and falling away as dust in his hands.
Justin is in agony as the pain dives deep into the skin but is distracted as his image in the mirror catches his eye. Mostly smooth now the last remaining follicles of what was Justin's precisely managed mane fell away. The only reminder of their existence is the lighter tanned section of skin and an ashy powder in the bed.
Justin has just recovered from the pain of the experience. He is looking over his smooth completion. Every hair, even down to his eyelashes, is gone. Observing his appearance in one of the mirrors, Justin is thinking about how long it might take for it to all grow back. He hopes it grows back the same.
As he continues to observe his smoothness a wet feeling soaks the bed. Looking down, Justin sees a greenish-yellowish slightly viscous liquid rise in the room. The level is rising rapidly and Justin stands, head pressed to the roof to avoid becoming submerged but, it's no use.
The liquid burns slightly as Justin is sitting in it. He needs air but there is nothing he can do. A haze comes over him and a familiar black floods his vision.
Coming to, everything is dry once more any refinance of the powdered hair is gone; it was as if nothing had happened, well to the room at least. Justin is gazing in the mirror, in shock at his appearance. His skin was light, pale. His well-maintained tan is gone. Justin is as pasty as if he had never seen the sun much less a tanning bed. It is a shocking sight to see as Justin inspects the damage.
Once out of here, he can tan up again... right?
It feels like weeks have gone by for Justin but, really only two days have passed since he came through. He is sitting there, observing his scalp for he slightest sight of new hair growth with no avail. Then a room is revealed before him through the mirror. A masked, muscled, dominant man who is wearing a tank top that reads "master" stands before Justin.
The unknown man is standing with a large pile of clothes. He picks a few of the pieces up. They are clearly designer and seem to be Justin's size. These pieces are familiar. It then clicks. These are his clothes. All of them. His entire wardrobe. In a heap on some floor.
The realisation spreads across Justin's face and the masked man pulls out a white bottle from his back pocket. It's immediately obvious what it is. Rubbing alcohol. The man douses the piles thoroughly and Justin bangs on the glass with no use. Pulling out a flip lighter the man lights a cigar, takes a few puffs, and tosses it onto the pile.
Immediately the clothing went up in a blaze, burning down to ash. Justin is unable to look away. Once there was nothing left the glass became mirrored once more. Then to his right, the next and slightly bigger mirror revealed a new scene.
The man approached a table lined with plush boxes. Jeremy recognises them straight away. He knows what they contain. His accessories, Jewellery. Watches. Rings. Chains and Bracelets. Belts. Tie pins. Even his shoes.
Christian Lubutain. Gucci. Louis Vuitton. Diesel. Calvin Klein. And many more.
The man glances over Justin's entire expensive collection. Choosing shoes and tearing them in two with his own strength. Taking watches and smashing them and tossing them in a large crucible. He began to make his way through the entire collection. Justin protests but it is futile.
Before he knew it the collection was gone. The torn-up fabric and leather were in a pile with the just-as-pristinely kept boxes. The metal is in the large crucible. Hope of saving even a single piece was dwindling as the man pressed a button and lit a raging fire beneath the crucible. The man then began to sweep the scrap pile to be burned away under the melting metal.
By the time the scrap is gone, Justin sees the glow of the molten metal. The man wheels in what looks like moulds.
One larger and four smaller.
After filling the moulds the mirror changed back and the next mirror revealed a new scene.
Ch6 - Money Down the Drain
There is a screen sitting on the floor not too far from Justin's box. Jeremy also sees a cart with a black cloth covering its load and some piece of unknown machinery.
The man arrives from the last scene and picks up a clicker from on top of the black cloth. Pressing the button the screen shows a property listing. It is Justin's house. Sold at way under value. Then with the next press more properties. His rental properties that gave him the luxury he has. All were sold way below value. The next click reveals something, much more chilling.
Justin's bank statement. The figure should have read several million but it instead reads zero and a red stamp affixed to the document reads "closed out". Panic swept Justin once more.
The man pulls the black cloth off. The trolley is loaded with stacks of green paper. Money. Justin's entire net worth. Everything he has!
The man now turns to the machine, lifting a flap to review rotating teeth. A shredder. Wad by wad the trolley is depleted until nothing remains. Then, as if rubbing it in, the man slides out the collection basket and whips out his impressive member. Literally pissing away Justin's money.
The mirror returned to normal. The final side is revealed.
There is Justin's baby. His pride and joy. His flaming red top-of-the-line sports car. By this point, he knows what's coming even before he sees the man with a sledgehammer.
The man goes to town on the machine, but maybe it could still be repaired. Nope!
With the press of his clicker, a magnetic pick-up lifts the car and places it on a platform. A second press then violently causes the car to be squashed down into a cube. It is certainly irreparable now.
The man walks closer to the box Justin is in. Upon reaching it the mirror changes back. Justin spins around to try and see what was going on now but they all remain mirrors. Looking up the man looks down from the ceiling of the room.
He is holding the clicker still. He presses again and a needle suddenly pricks Justin through the bed. The ceiling is once again mirrored. This latest development worries him the most what was going to happen.
Everything begins to feel super heavy. Justin has to lie back. A chill washes over him and his arms drop to the bed. Looking over himself in the ceiling mirror.
What he sees. It's impossible. Right? It looked like his muscle is withering. It was! His pecs reduced down to a flat chest. His abs ceased to exist. His limbs grow lanky. The Box feels less cramped as it seems his height is lost in centimetres at a time. It takes him from fairly tall to rather short for a man.
Then the worst change yet. Justin suddenly became as hard as a rock between his legs. Then it began. Began to slip backwards into him with an odd sensation. It isn’t just length either the girthiness of his cock and balls plummets.
When done his member was left at about 4cm and his balls looked deflated. Jeremy can not comprehend how this can happen. He feels a tiredness wash over him and he blacks out.
Justin began to wake up. He lifts his arm to wipe his face but is stopped with a clanging sound. He tries the other arm with the same result. He goes to draw up his legs and again is stopped.
Just before Justin could begin to freak out the restraints unhooked from the corners. Freeing his limbs but a cuff remained attached to him. As he sits up he notes a matching collar fitted to his neck. They are made of a smooth silver metal. They have no openings and he cannot get his fingers underneath them. Each has a loop attached. On his limbs where he was held down and at the front of his collar.
Now free, Justin sits up. His reflection is at first a shock. But, before he could inspect it further, he noticed his bandaged crotch. Slowly unwrapping the bandages Justin was scared of what he might find or more so what he might not.
As the last layer falls away he's shown his smaller penis and that's it. His balls are gone along with anything excess skin including his foreskin. All that remained was a small scar. How long had he been out that he could heal? Justin feels around where his balls were, it is all very neat now down there. Smooth tight skin. He grows hard by his touch and starts trying out his new sausage.
It takes no time for him to reach the point of ejaculation. A small amount of jizz leaks out as he rides the pleasure that he has delivered to himself.
Now flaccid again he turns to one of the mirrors and inspects his body. He is so much smaller than he was. Thin nearly no muscle left. Twink link. He was still pale with no sign of hair growth. His manhood shrunken to a fraction of its original greatness. Jeremy felt a sadness at the loss of his balls. He is uncertain of what to do with himself when he sees a metal dog bowl by his feet.
The bowl is filled with what looks like dog food that someone had cum on top of. In fact, he was sure that's what it is.
The meal called to him, hungry not having eaten while being here. Justin brings his face to the bowl before taking a cautious nibble. It is for sure what he thought but it was also delicious. Justin begins scarfing down every salty bite and then something pops in his mouth.
He finishes off his meal before looking in the mirror. Something sticky and black coated his mouth. He tries to lick it away but it is thick and takes a while just for a small section of his pearly whites to shine again.
As he licks he notices a wobbly sensation. Then *ting* one of his front teeth clatters in the dog bowl. *ting* *ting* *ting*. Justin's perfect teeth are vacating his mouth one by one with no effort at all.
They were all gone. Sat in a dog bowl rather than his mouth. Justin runs his tongue over his smooth gums. With no teeth, his face looked deflated and strange, more so than after any other procedure. Is this box all he has now? Is his life outside really destroyed like the man showed him?
He contemplated before curling up to go to sleep.
Justin awoke with a sharp pain coursing through his jaw. His mouth feels full again. Teeth! But something about these feels strange. There is an inky taste in his mouth and his lips tingle.
In the mirror, his lips are black and, opening his mouth, so are all his gums and tongue. His new teeth are inhuman. Pointed metal gnashers that interlocked as he bit. Sticking out his black tongue, it had been forked. Justin licked his lips trying to remove the black but it was no use. It isn't budging. Like a tattoo. Justin tries out his new grill. Biting a few times, seeing them interlock.
What was being done to him? Why?
A week goes by the only thing happening is feeding time each day. A bowl of either dry or wet food with a thick layer of salty cum. He knows he should be disgusted but the dishes enticed him. Delicious saltiness danced in his mouth. Although strange at first, Justin got used to his new teeth. They are effective at chewing through his food, crushing the kibble as they mesh together. Justin could feel a sense of home in this pattern but it couldn't last.
He awakens in bed and knows something is new with the dull pain in certain areas of his body. Looking at the first painful sight he sees a rather thick ring in a new Prince Albert piercing. The captive ball ring hung heavily from his member. Justin tries to unscrew the jewellery but it is locked tight in place.
The next area he attends to is his chest where he sees two regular nipple piercings that like the Prince Albert would not unscrew. Moving up Justin notes a thick septum ring hanging from his nose. The perfect ring with a .5cm diameter stretching his nose has no cracks, no way of removal. It would be futile to try he thinks as he inspects the heavy ring hanging just in front of his top lip.
Finally, Justin goes to inspect his ears. Devices had been fitted over them. They match the shape of Justin's ear except for being pointed at the top and a tunnel being where the lobe should be. The reason for the devices wasn't immediately clear but as the days continued once more their purpose was visible. Day by day a few millimetres more the hole grew and grew. Like a window in his ear, Justin observes the growing hole wondering what is happening underneath.
During one of these days, he was fiddling with the barbells in his nipples when an idea came to him. He could snap these barbells. Even without his muscle.
Trying the bar bent. Then bending it back the bar split in two. Moving on to the next it breaks just as easily. Going to sleep that night, Justin felt proud of his resistance. Upon morning's arrival, Justin brushes his hands over his chest. Two pads were placed over his nipples. He sits up and sees a third pad over his belly button. Justin gently peels them off to reveal... nothing. They were gone. His nipples. His belly button. His chest and stomach are now an uninterrupted surface of pale.
Looking up at the mirror, something else is missing. The devices. His ears now revealed had been tattooed solid black like the insides of his mouth. And the tips had been pointed. A hole roughly 1 centimetre in diameter had been punched through his conches and the lobes of his ears stretched to 6cm. In his stretched lobes, there are perfectly round metal tunnels matching his other piercings and restrains.
It appears to Justin that there was nothing to stop him from sliding the rings out but he dared not try, sure there would be consequences if he could even remove them.
Justin was beginning to look very different from how he should. It scared him to think: What next?
Ch10 - It's All in the Eyes
Every day Justin awakens with the expectation of some new change. A few days after the last, Justin awakens. Everything seems the same as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. His bed is so comfortable that he spends a few moments longer snuggled up in it. Then, opening his eyes he looks at his image on the roof.
The reflection he sees is almost the same as the day before but as he looks at himself in the eyes. A deep black dye coloured both. Rolling over and taking a closer look. His beautiful eyes which he received compliments on wherever he went were transformed into glossy black spheres.
Justin felt a strange feeling in his stomach as he gazed into his own eyes. So strange. So foreign. He was unsure what to do with himself. Lying back down he observes his changed form until food arrives.
He welcomes the metal bowl of wet cum covered food. Pushing his face into the food and lapping up the salty meaty jelly like he hadn't eaten for weeks. Finishing off, Justin found himself as hard as a rock for the first time in a while. Beginning to attend to his bones he feels wheezy. The room spins and he falls back on the bed, asleep before he hits the ground.
Awakening with a refreshed feeling, Justin ran his hands up his face and over his smooth head. However, it wasn't as smooth as he expected. He was still hairless. However, there was something new. Towards the edges of the top of Justin's head, he could feel ribbed strips underneath his skin. They are firm and run front to back, over his skull. Looking in a mirror there is a small scar, where they were likely fitted.
Then, catching sight of his hands, a similar ribbing lined his thumb and the edge of his hand. Searching for more he found on his arms a band that swirled its way up and around his forearms. He found ribs on his feet, enhancing the bones. Looking over his back he could see plate-like lumps along his spinal column. It emphasises the area and looks almost like something from an alien horror movie. Lastky Justin found a single ridge running top to bottom along his shaft, a bit like the stem of an arrow.
After twice checking over himself, Justin was sure that was it but there was something else new, something less worrying. A ring fitted tightly around the base of his stiff cock. Trying to slide it off just pulls at the skin, not bundging at all. Maybe resolving his stiffness would give room to slip it off?
Trying for an hour, nothing happened. In fact, all that yanking did nothing to bring him to the edge. His member remained stiff, at attention, no closer to erupting.
It was days later and Justin had no luck with coming. He was still as hard as a rock but nothing could be done to give him release. A new discovery for Justin was how calming he found running his hands over his ribs and bumps. Thinking about what could be next could often get him quite worked up but he calms himself down, soothing himself with the lumps under his flesh.
Every day he expected a new change and as he woke up he knew today was the day. His limbs restrained he waits for his eyes to focus so he can study the mirrored ceiling.
His face, although very different, had become familiar and he recognised instantly that it remained the same. This leaves Justin to scan his way down his body for the change and it doesn't take him long.
A bold design filled his crotch. The word "Slave" in a single curving black line tattooed across his crotch. The space between and surrounding the flowing letters was filled with a grey pattern that brought emphasis to the word. The tattoo continued on Justin's rock-hard rod, emphasising the implant. The black and grey design densely fills the space covering his pale skin.
The next day, still chained up. It was instantly obvious how he had changed overnight. Covered in a new tattoo his chest and stomach's pale skin was covered in a new all black and gray piece. His stomach featured a depiction of a gimp tied up against a wall with leather straps and chains. The surrounding area was filled with an overlapping chain design that allowed little skin to show through.
On his chest, there were two depictions of muscled-up leather daddies. The one on the left is holding a whip and on the right a baton. Just below the two depictions the words "PUNISH ME" in thick black letters separated his chest from his stomach. Justin wondered what the design would depict next and where.
Awakening the third morning, Justin finds his neck complete with tattoos. Starting at his collarbone with the words "I Serve and Obey". On each side of his neck, there is a new design. Firstly, a sub in a rubber suit eagerly blowing his master and then on the other side, a similar rubber suit sub being pounded in the backside. Patterns filled the space between design as if covering all skin was an absolute necessity even travelling under the collar. The centre of his neck now has a triangle filled with a geometric pattern.
His neck isn't the only addition today with his lower jaw covered also. The almost wave-like design filled the space and a classical border outlined the tattoo. His upper lip completed his lower face. The word "owned" filled the space and was designed to tell the whole world who saw him its message.
Day four and more tattoos. Justin's forearms and hands join the tattoo trend. To Justin, his palms caught his attention first. Dark dense blackout layed onto the space. The tops of his fingers were patterned with horizontal lines of various thicknesses and this filler works its way up to the knuckles where there is a circular design that puts emphasis on the natural bumps. His hands and arms have an alien/sea creature style. Tentacles running along the spiral in his arm and eyes and leathery skin filling in the gaps. His hands had two big eyes on them and despite still being densely black and gray the detail still shines through. A testament to the work done.
Day five and it is the turn of Justin's upper arms and thighs to be entwined in design. Literally. The design for both areas is an entwining thorny vine with varying sizes of grey roses and chains. The largest of the roses is on the outside of his thighs curving around towards his ass. The second largest, and largest in his arms is in his armpit, going with the limitations of the space and filling it skillfully.
The dense designs used greys for the vines, chains and, roses and blacked out the space in between. It is one of the denser pieces that Justin has been given. Looking it over, Justin feels a sense of pride over the piece. He likes its patterns and the way it uses the space. Angling his arm to look at the tattoo over more he smiles, glad to have this piece.
With the arrival of day five Justin's limbs were fully covered with the arrival of his shin and feet tattoos. As with his palms, the soles of his feet had been blacked out. Down each of his shins, there is a word, tattooed in large black letters. Justin's left shin reads: Punishment and his right: Servitude. Grey swirling patterns acted as filler around the words and Justin could just see the edge of a potrate on the back of his shin but being tied down can't make it out.
With such a level of coverage now achieved, Justin wonders what could happen tomorrow
Waking up, Justin's face is resting against his bed. His legs are still restricted but his arms are now free. Justin studies the patterns that run up his arms closely for the first time. A strange feeling swirls around in his stomach. It isn't hatred of what's being done to him but a kind of pride and gratitude. Justing is trying to quell this feeling as he spots his entire back covered.
This piece officially gives Justin a tattoo bodysuit. Something he never thought he would have, not wanting to spoil the body he once had. This new piece spans from his bum to the back of his head. Likely the biggest he's had done so far. Working his way up Justin sees: A sculpture with horns that meshed with the roses that curved around from his front. His ass crack ran through the design, practically hidden, as he readjusted he saw that it had been. Blacked out like his palms and soles. Next on his there are two main elements. First a sub, on his knees, tied up with a ball gag in his mouth. Like Justin, the sub is as hard as a rock and a eunuch. Below the eunuch and above his crack are the words "insert here" with an arrow pointing to his crack. Next, in the top half of his back, there is an amazing stained glass window. The design continues onto the back of his neck. It still amazes Justin have much detail there is in black and grey as full, coverage as this.
With this level of coverage, a mix of feelings is sloshing about within Justin. Mostly he just hopes this is as far as it goes.
Another new day and another new tattoo for Justin. He is happy to find all four of his limbs completely free. As he sits up and clears his eyes. He sees another new tattoo. The last of his skin was covered with a layer of black and grey artwork. His entire face and head had been filled in.
Everywhere. From the top of his head to his eyelids had been covered in this latest addition. For the remainder of his skull, the roses, thorns and chain thene from his thighs and arms had been continued. Two grey roses sit where his hairline used to be on each side of his face and the forns and chains twisted and turned over his crown. On his forehead and the front part of his skull, the stained glass window design is picked up again from his back. It filled his forehead except for where his right eyebrow used to be. There, there's the word 'Creature' in a cursive font with letters maybe three centimetres tall. The stained glass window design fills the other side of his foreheas and travels around the cursive script. This pattern continues down his face, meeting up with his existing jaw and lip tattoos.
And finally, on his eyelidssurrounded by stained glass, there are two words. Master's Creation. One word per eye. The design sits there comfortably.
Now there isn't a part of Justin unchanged by this unknown man that calls himself Master. Justin wondered what could possibly be next. Surely he has run out of room. Every bit of his previously pale skin had been tattooed with dense black and grey tattoos. Even his eyes have been tattooed.
Ch16 - Full transformation
A new day. Awaking and looking in the mirror, everything is the same as the day before. A bowl of food had been placed in his room and he dug in. While eating he realised. He must have been fed while getting tattooed. He didn't feel hungry while chained up. As he reached the bottom of the dish, something began to clang on the edge of the metal bowl.
Taking a look at his collar, Justin sees that a round black tag has been added. The tag was inscribed with a name. A new name - for him. Creature. Not Justin. This man has given him a new name.
The next week is spent with nothing new happening. Eating his meals, sleeping and observing in the mirrors his great transformation. Justin or rather Creature is starting to become used to the way he now looks. The muscled-up jock garbed in designer garments now seems like a distant memory.
Waking in the morning it's no longer shocking the way that he looks. He doesn't expect to be a jock at peak fitness but rather a tattoo-covered sub.
This changing mindset would be exacerbated when he awakens one morning to find a headset strapped on his head. Creature goes to try and remove it but, as he tries, it begins to play.
The deep voice of a man plays. Giving him instructions, orders. Telling him he is "his creation" and his "job is to serve master and obey every command". At first, Justin mocks the thought of being this man's sub. However, as the message repeats over and over again, Creature finds himself taking mental notes - preparing. He finds himself seeing positive and liking the idea of this life after the box. As he sleeps he finds himself dreaming of serving his master, his creator.
With this soundtrack repeating day and night for months, his mindset changes into the sub he is supposed to be, to become. And when fully transformed, in mind and body, it is time for Creature to start his life of Servitude and he is all too ready for it
Waking up in his bed, it isn't immediately obvious to Creature that things are different. He first hears nothing, silence... the headset is gone. He opens his eyes next and finds himself with totally new surroundings.
Sitting up, He looks around the room. He is at the foot of a bed in the same dog bed he was always in. Stitched in the front was his name "Creature". Light shines in through the window. As he is taking in his new surroundings someone calls out his new name.
Heading out of the room in search of the man calling him, Creature stumbles across a luxuriously decorated living room and there, on the couch was a man. It was the same man who he saw destroy his stuff. It was his creator. He was fully nude, his magnificent tan musculature glistening in the light. Creature apprehensively waited by the door until he was commanded to come over. Creature's reformed instincts take over. He sucks the entirety of the man's massive hard rod into his mouth, working desperately to please his master. His master runs his hands over the implantations on creature's skull.
The cum shot down Creature's throat as he sucked at his master and a strange feeling came over him. A sense of belonging. He has purpose. He has been given a carefree life with one raison d'être - to please his master. Creature feels like he's home.
He is grateful to be here as his head is held in this Adonis' crotch. Proud to be his sub, to be transformed from a jock into what he's become - his creature.
