A Conversion
My father’s bankruptcy brought enormous changes for me, an only son. My mother’s death three years earlier had hit both of us hard, but my father took to drinking even more heavily than he had before the crash and somewhere down the line started skipping paying our bills. Eventually the Bailiff arrived with a warrant. What little furniture we had by then didn’t even begin to cover the debts.
“OK,” the Bailiff frowned. “That leaves me no option. You’ll have to sign this surrender of yourself and your son for sale.” He smiled strangely. “The boy should fetch enough to cover two thirds of it and you’ll have to make up the rest.” He produced a thick sheaf of papers and handed a pen to my father. “Here are the Warrants. Sign there that you are aware of the obligation and the court’s authority to defray your debts through the sale of your goods and persons.”
My father signed, then repeated this several times going down the stack. I considered making a break for it, but a quick check told me it was useless, there were Bailiff’s at the front door and at the back. Finished signing, my father shoved the papers back to the Bailiff, then he caught my eye. “Sorry, son.” His voice was almost breaking.
I nodded. “It’ll be OK, Dad.” At least I hoped it would. There were plenty of stories about what happened to boys sold like this, but no one knew for sure whether they were true or not. Well, I was about to find out…
The Bailiff smiled. “That’s a good attitude to keep, son,” he said. Standing, he advanced to me and reached into his bag. “Stand still while I fit your collar.”
I froze. So that part of the stories was true. I felt the cold rubber slip round my neck and then heard the snap as the lock fastened. My fingers explored it as he turned and did the same to my father. It was rubber lined, but the rubber simply cushioned a shiny steel collar. Three semicircular anchor points on the sides and front suggested other things would be attached to it eventually, and a large yellow disc tag dangled from the front with a number and writing on it.
Several of the Bailiff’s assistants now joined us and I found myself being stripped naked, then fitted into a sort of leather jockstrap before my wrists were cuffed behind me and a short lead chain attached to my collar. My father was now similarly ‘dressed’ and we were both ordered to sit side by side so they could fit the heavy slave boots to our legs. These reached my crotch and more or less locked my knees, while the foot part was evidently weighted and made my feet huge and clumsy.
Walking to their transport across the pavement was, perhaps, the worst experience of my life. All our neighbours seemed to be there, including my erstwhile girlfriend. But this was nothing to what lay in store a few days later.
The Slave Auction was humiliating to say the least, and none of the stories I’d heard even came close.
“Come on lad, time to get you ready for the sales.” The old guy who’d seen to my needs over the past week in the pens was a kindly old buffer, though pretty lecherous. Several times he’d taken advantage of my restraints to fondle me and make his desires known, but he’d always stopped short of actually engaging in sex.
“What’s going to happen?” I asked.
“There’s a good crowd today – a lot of specialist buyers.” He winked and fondled my cock as he stripped my jock away.
“What sort of specialists,” I asked with a sinking feeling.
He laughed. “Buyers who look for special youths, to be trained to please a particular Master, or serve in one of the Fetish Clubs.” He fondled my butt. “Word’s got around that we have something special to offer today.” He finished fitting my boots and refastened my wrists to a rubber and steel belt locked to my waist. He looked at my completely shriveled cock – after all, I’m straight. I’ve never so much as fantasised about doing it with a guy – and said, “Oh dear. I think we need to encourage you a bit, after all, you want the buyers to see what you have to offer.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to be some toy to some freaking Gay.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think you’ve much choice anymore.” He produced a heavy steel ring. “Right, this will encourage you to think about it.” Deftly he eased my scrotum through the ring and then forced my cock, now swelling because of the handling, through as well. Suddenly my cock started to harden, the tight ring restricting the blood flow. “OK, that’s better. Bend over the toilet!”
Wondering what he was going to do I did as I was ordered , though this meant standing stiff legged and bent forward at the waist. He moved behind me and a moment later pushed something into my hole with a long tube. “What are you …?” I protested.
“Quiet.” He ordered. “The suppository will make sure you have an erection when we get you into the Auction Room.” He laughed. “And the ring will make it a spectacular one.” He made me stand up again and added, “It will also make you as randy as hell – but you won’t be able to do anything about it.”
He was still chuckling as he attached a short lead chain to my collar and led me out of my cell.
I’d guessed this place was large, but it was larger than I had realized. We passed several rows of cells, most of them empty and then I was led onto a sort of stage. A curtain separated me from the crowd I could hear beyond it and now he attached me by my wrists to the single heavy post at its centre. “Your Lot number is still some time off,” he said. “But the serious bidders will get to preview you until then.” He laughed again, his hand caressing my stiff shaft and taut glans. “I just know you’ll fetch way more than your reserve price when they see this.”
He wasn’t long gone when the first bidder was ushered in. His exploration of my ‘attributes’ as he called them, was more than intimate. Under normal circumstances it would have switched me right off – but the thing in my anus was doing its work well. I was randy, my cock was stiffer than I could ever remember – and I wanted it wanked. After the first, there was a steady stream, and it was glaringly obvious that I was being sized up by buyers for Gay Clubs or Masters. I was furious with myself and with my body’s inability to shut down the raging desires rushing around my cock, my butt and even my nipples.
The auction itself passed in a blur. The only thing I remember hearing was the description, which included the statement that I had ‘tested fully hetero with no fetish preferences. Whoever buys this prime piece will have a blank canvas to enjoy introducing to fetish and Gay sex.”
The bidding was fast and furious, and when the hammer finally fell, the sum was unbelievable. Around five times what my father actually owed anyone. I was led back to the cell to applause and catcalls, my mind in a confused daze. But my ordeal was only just about to begin.
Leading me to a new cell, my gaoler removed my boots, then released my wrists and had me stand between two uprights. My wrists were secured to these and then my ankles. The metal tag on my collar was removed and then a new man approached wearing a full rubber suit and began to apply a thick coating of sweet smelling gel to my body and to my neck, cheeks and jaw. After ten minutes or so, my skin began to tingle and now he returned and carefully applied another coating of a different gel. When this was wiped away, it took every vestige of body hair with it.
Placing a sort of padded bench in front of me, the man now released my wrists and made me lie over the bench. My wrists were locked to a set of frame stocks and then my neck was secured to this as well.
“Please, sir, what are you going to do to me?”
He laughed. “Relax, kid. Your owner likes his slaves hairless, so you’re now hair free. Now I’m going to give you his mark, and then we have to start your conversion.
I yelped as something large was applied to my right butt cheek and it felt like dozens of pinpricks and something injected. “Aah –what is that?”
“Your owner’s mark. Pretty fetching too. Indelible tattoo, clever design and heals almost instantly.” He laughed. “Well, there’s no doubt who you will be pleasuring in future.”
“It stings,” was all I could think of to say as he moved around to my front, a strange piece of rubber in his hands. “What happens now? I’m straight – and I don’t want to be a man lover. I’ve got a girlfriend…”
“The mark’ll soon stop stinging.” He chuckled. “Had a girlfriend you mean. After this you won’t want a girl for a lover anymore. Open your mouth, this hood has a special gag in it.”
There was nothing I could do, though I tried to ask what he meant. The gag was a large wide tube and it held my mouth open in a sort of surprised ‘O’ as the rest of the hood slipped over my face and head. He zipped it closed down the back of my head and secured it under a wide collar which locked with a sharp click. I could breathe, but was now totally blind. The tight rubber had no eyeholes and the tube prevented any coherent speech. Next he inserted something into the tube and with a shock I realized it was a large and very detailed rubber penis. I tried to protest and expel it, but he had strapped it in place before I could react.
“Urgh, ga ger ge e gu!” I managed.
He laughed. “To late my friend. Suck hard now, you’ll like the taste.” I struggled harder to expel this thing and so was surprised into sucking hard as something was pressed against my anus. And got a large mouthful of thick sweet goo, which I swallowed hastily without thinking, struggling to avoid the thing now pressing hard against my anus.
As it was pushed hard and parted my tight muscle, I cried out and struggled harder to expel it. In the process I sucked – and got a mouthful of sweet goo. Then the thing was inside my arse and the guy laughed as I struggled against the penetration.
“I love it when you kids struggle. It’s pointless of course. By the time I’m done here, you’ll be so eager for cock you’ll have no desire to ever look at a girlie again. And we haven’t even started teaching you about rubber bondage yet!”
“Guh!” I managed, as the thing now deep in my backside flooded me with cool goo. I swallowed another gush of goo and protested again. “Geeee. Aaa, ee ee eh eeeeeh.” Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed , my neck firmly clamped and my anus impaled on the dildo now firmly fixed to some device that prevented my escape.
His hands found my rigid cock and stroked it gently. He chuckled again. “Hmm, they put an erection booster into you did they?” He laughed. “Well, that’ll be interesting. Those things react with the conversion gel. You’ll grow quite a bit now, and probably be so cock hungry your master will have to restrain you when he’s not using you.”
The stroking on my cock was getting to me. And I tried to jack myself into his hand. All this did was push the dildo in my anus deeper and give me another dose of the goo. That made me suck again and I had to swallow hard to get it all down. I’ll give the guy his due, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to play me. Somewhere in the next hour a switch sort of flipped inside me. I stopped struggling to expel the dildo and the dildo gag, and started to try and work myself off on them.
When he eventually released me, first withdrawing the dildo and then the stocks holding me, I was desperate to be allowed to jack off, or better, to be fucked and to have a real cock in my mouth the suck. But my wrists were quickly restrained again and the hood and the gag remained in place. I now had to stand still as he fitted a heavy body harness onto me, with a heavy corset-like belt around my waist and a web over my chest linked to my upper arms and to the heavy collar attached, as I thought, to the hood.
The lower part required my rampant cock and engorged balls to be fitted through a heavy ring attached to a wide strap at the front and another that ran through my crotch to the back of the corset belt. Attached to this was a heavy plug which filled my hole and sent what felt like electric shocks through my cock and into my balls. Next came chaps-like cuffs encasing my thighs from knee to crotch, the upper part attached to the harness corset and then my wrists were attached to the back of the corset with heavy cuffs of the same material.
Then he removed the hood and gag. He grinned as I blinked and peered at my reflection in a mirror. “Your master is very pleased with you. Let me get these new boots on your feet and then I can take you to see someone.”
Dumbfounded, and with my sexual desires raging through me I could barely croak a response. My reflection was like looking at a wet dream – except I was the wet dream. It took three efforts to get the words out. “Who are you taking me to?”
“Your owner, of course.” He laughed. “He was impressed by your fighting the conversion and he figured there was someone you might want to thank for giving you the opportunity to discover your potential.” He finished fitting the clumsy boots, which once more restricted my knees and forced me to walk in a stiff legged manner.
I couldn’t think who he might mean, so followed him as he attached my lead chain and lead me to the corridor.
It was a short walk to the Masters Lounge, but it seemed to take a long time. The boots, and the way they made me walk, did things to the plug in my anus and my cock was dribbling precum when we arrived at the door. My escort opened it and drew me in behind him.
“Your new slave, Master Gaylord.” He bowed low.
A man dressed in tight fitting rubber turned and my heart flipped. So this was my owner. I knew him by reputation, the richest man in town, owner of almost every Gay Club and Bar in the State, King of the Gay Porn industry. He was also the owner of a large pharmaceutical lab and the owner of the town’s electronics industry. Rumour had it that the ‘androids’ the lab was said to be developing were actually men controlled by implants and micro circuitry in the shell of the ‘robot’ – but no one had thus far been able to verify this.
Marcus Gaylord nodded. “Excellent.” He smiled. “Oh yes. Worth ever centime.” He waved a hand at the attendant. “You can go.”
“Yes, Master:” The man backed out hurriedly and I found myself being studied by my owner.
“So; you know what awaits you?”
“I think so, sir,” I whispered, my eyes on his obvious arousal bulging his codpiece.
“Good, then I don’t need to waste time. Come here and stand on this lift.”
I obeyed, stepping clumsily onto the square he indicated. He touched a button and the floor sank slowly until my mouth was level with his bulging crotch. He reached down and touched another switch. Steel posts rose, heavy manacles hanging from them. It took a matter of seconds for him to lock the first set of cuffs to my upper arms and then swing an extension across to lock round my neck.
“There, now you are ready.” He began to remove his codpiece. “Tell me, boy. What is your greatest desire at this moment?”
I looked up. I gulped, my mouth dry as I croaked, “To please you, Master.”
He chuckled, a sinister sound. “Very well. Have you tasted a master’s cock before now?”
“No, Master.”
“Then take care. Take it slowly, think how it would feel if someone where doing this to you. What would you like to feel, how would you like him to please you.” His codpiece fell away and his enormous penis touched my face. Turning my head I breathed deeply, the aroma of his sex flooding my senses and filling me with desire as I gently kissed his swollen glans, then began to explore it with my lips, tasting his salty precum for the first time.
Carefully, slowly, and with increasing desire, I worked to please him. Exploring his circumcised head, I found all the sensitive places I liked to stimulate on myself, then I explored the shaft, breathing deeply the mingled scent of warm rubber, his sweaty crotch and the raw scent of his manhood. Taking him into my mouth I experimented further, enjoying the feel of the taut skin of his glans on my tongue. He gripped my head and fondled my scalp, gently thrusting his pelvis so that he was fucking my mouth with his gorgeous cock. And then he exploded. His spunk flooded my mouth, striking the back of my throat and I swallowed eagerly, suck on that pulsating organ, my tongue flicking around the gorgeous head to capture all his spunk. Suddenly I couldn’t get enough of it and I tried to tease more from him as he gently withdrew.
“I was right,” he breathed. “You’re a natural – just what I wanted.” He tucked away his cock and replaced his codpiece as I rose on the lift. “Well, boy? What do you think?”
“You have a gorgeous cock, Master. I hope you will use it on me often.” As I said this, deep within me, the last spark of resistance in me sputtered and died. All I wanted now was for this man to fuck me, to wank me, to do what he pleased with me.
He grinned. “Very well. But first we have to pay a visit to my other purchase. He’ll be ready now, and will want to see how you’re liking your new position.” He laughed. “I hope he likes what I have in mind for him!”
A short walk and a few minutes later I was confronting my father, now dressed in a steel chastity device, his slave collar, a gag and the heavy boots. Like me, his wrists were cuffed behind him and he was attached to a single upright pole. It took me a few seconds to see that something attached to the pole was also embedded in his anus and from time to time, he squirmed as he tried to escape it. He stopped and stared as he registered who I was.
“’a’?” he managed through the gag.
“Yes,” I said. “It’s me, Dad.”
“Tell him how you feel and what you want now.”
I smiled at my Master. “Yes, Master. Dad, my Master has the greatest cock I could want.” I glanced at my companion for permission to continue and caught his nod. “I want to suck him again and again, I want him to fuck me, I want his spunk inside me and I want to learn to please him in everything. Thank you for letting me be sold to him.”
“’a’ urg, aa gur urr? A a’e ay unnn oo oo?”
I laughed. “Made me a happy little fucktoy, Dad.” I turned to my Master. “Master, when may I have the pleasure of being fucked by you?”
My Master laughed. “Later. Now you must be prepared for transport.” He looked at my father. “And you will be taken to my Experimental Unit. Once we have you dried out, I have some special plans for you.”
Preparing me for transport meant encasing my rampant cock and balls in a moulded rubber sheath attached to my harness and then gagging me. Then I was taken up in a lift and paraded through the crowded reception area, into the street and to a waiting street car. Here I was loaded into a glass enclosed slave box with two older youths whose harnesses and restraints suggested a different purpose to mine, with both of them wearing tight fitting chastity devices. Once we were securely strapped and manacled in place, the transport eased into the traffic.
As we travelled people stared. Some showing excited attention, many more embarrassed as they hurriedly looked away. We slowed near my old school and some of my classmates stared as they recognised me, one or two actually showing signs of arousal! I stared back. One, a guy who had made life difficult for me occasionally, sneered and called out something as we passed, but I couldn’t hear it. I no longer cared what anyone thought, I loved being displayed like this and I hoped my Master would fuck me as soon as we arrived at our destination.
Finally we reached the outskirts of the city and the transport increased speed until we left the motorway and barreled along a straight road ascending slightly into the hills. Leaving this eventually, we slowed to travel up a long curving drive. When the transport stopped I found myself facing a well kept garden and stunning vista, but when I was finally released and shuffled off the transport, I found myself facing a large and obviously very comfortable house.
An attendant, wearing a rubber suit so tight it showed every detail of his anatomy, led me inside through a lower entrance while the Master ascended the steps to the front door. Like me the attendant wore a slave collar and, like me, was gagged, and I realized from the way he walked, plugged as well.
Inside, he removed my sheath, releasing my cock, then bent me forward and removed the strap and plug, replacing the single strap with a pair that maintained the tension on my crotch ring. Then he took me upstairs.
The Master was waiting and watched as the attendant strapped me over a padded bench. Then he ordered, “Lube him up and tease him. But make sure he doesn’t cum!”
The attendant bowed and moved behind me, His fingers found my eager anus and soon I was writhing and grunting in desire as he massaged the muscle, gently inserting small quantities of lubricant as he teased. The Master watched, a smile playing on his lips, until, finally, he stood and waved the man aside.
“That will do,” he purred. “Go to the body stocks!”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the attendant hurry to a strange device and a few minutes later the Master had him clamped in upright stocks that held his ankles spread, his waist squeezed in its grip and his neck and wrists clamped. Obviously he was to be forced to watch as I was fucked.
By now I was almost mad with desire. But our Master had other ideas. First he removed my gag. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
“Master,” I gasped as my sphincter pulsed, “Fill me with your gorgeous cock…”
“Are you a virgin, boy?”
“Yes, master. No man has ever … until you …”
“That is not what I asked.” His hand cupped my chin. “I am well aware that you have not had sex with a man before I made you mine. Have you slept with a girl? Or with another boy? Perhaps you have pleasured yourself in another’s anus?”
“No, Master.” My cock was rigid with anticipation and my hormones seemed to be having a private war inside me. My lubricated anus seemed to be burning with the desire to be filled as I added, “Please, Master, I beg of you, fill me with your gorgeous penis – let me please you…”
He chuckled, a deep sensual sound that sent a shiver through me as he moved behind me.
I gasped as his cock touched my sphincter and he reached over me, his cockhead pressed gently to my hole. He pushed the gag back into my mouth and secured the strap to hold it in place. “There, now you are ready to give my pleasure.”
With that, he pushed and my eyes widened as I cried out into the gag. His cockhead stretched my sphincter wide. It felt huge, but then it slid within and the thickness of his shaft made me stretch again. Instinctively I tightened my muscle, gripping his shaft as he began to thrust himself into me. Beneath the bench my own cock exploded, my cum fountaining across the floor below me, but his thrusting didn’t slacken at all. I moaned and cried out as he worked my eager anus, my muscle gripping his cock eagerly as I could in my attempt to massage him and give him the pleasure it gave me. My cock was once more rigid and building towards another spectacular cum when he thrust deeper than ever and I sensed his hot spunk pumping into me.
For a long while we stayed joined, then slowly he withdrew. By now my mind was a haze of raging desire, fear, confusion and even revulsion, but one thing I knew – I wanted him to do this again and my surging emotions settled as I acknowledged that I was his plaything. His fuck toy to be restrained, trained and fucked whenever he liked. Suddenly I realized that I wanted that more than anything.
I stood as he released the straps holding me and turned to face him on his order.
“You’re even better than I hoped.” His hand stroked my face. “Now you will be taken to be fitted with a rubber suit.” He grinned. “And then you’ll be returned to me, plugged, restrained, and ready to begin serving me.”
An hour later I had discovered exactly what he meant. The rubber suit moulded itself to me in the most sensuous way imaginable. It also ensured that the plug, which now filled my anus, made its presence felt in every possible way. The rubber covered even my head and face. Even my cock and scrotum, my hands and my feet were covered by the shiny black material. Lenses covered my eyes making vision tricky and the heavy harness covered the suit. A fancy codpiece, in a contrasting gold to the black of the suit, moulded itself to my cock and balls, still held firmly in the slave rings fitted before my sale. A new one over the rubber covering my neck augmented my slave collar and the design of the tattoo on my buttock was displayed in fluorescent pink on the suit, over the original.
With my arms once more restrained and simple slippers on my feet I was returned to the Master, now in his Study.
He looked up as I entered and smiled. I dropped to one knee as I had been told was expected and waited.
“Approach.” He waved me toward a rather strange chair with a divided ‘seat.’ “Sit there.”
Silently I obeyed him, with my mouth gagged, I couldn’t respond anyway and I took my seat carefully, the plug pressing itself deep and massaging something inside me that caused my sheathed cock to leap to a full erection. I sat quietly, my pulse soaring and the hormonal war inside me in full spate as he continued working. I watched from my seat, the plug keeping me aroused and my own desire running wild as he worked steadily, never even glancing in my direction when one or another of his assistants brought him something – though their eyes studied me in detail! I found myself wondering if this was going to be the pattern for the rest of my life now – or would I eventually be forced to fill some other role when he tired of me?
An hour or so went by and I was feeling uncomfortable when a new figure entered and placed a tray on the desk. This figure was an android, entirely encased in metal, he walked stiffly and mechanically. Placing the tray carefully, it asked, “Shall I serve you, my master?
I stiffened as I recognised the voice even through its mechanical filter.
The master replied, “No.” Turning to me he said, “Come here, boy.”
I obeyed and stood beside him as he had indicated.
He smiled and ordered, “Cyborg Four, release my slave’s wrists. He will serve me.”
Turning, I presented my cuffed wrists to the Android, and waited while he released them. While he did so I noticed that the tray contained a plate of small delicacies, a flask of liquid and two tall glasses. When the android had finished he stepped back and the master waved him away. “You may leave Four. Your son will serve me now.”
I faced the Master, torn between pity for my father and the desire to have my master fuck me as he had earlier. He nodded to me, a smile on his lips as the door closed behind the android. “Pour two glasses of the juice.”
I obeyed carefully, placing one before him and wondering what he intended with the other. I moved the plate of delicacies, aware of how hungry I was and then waited. He moved his chair and pulled out a low stool. With a wave he said, “Sit here.” When I had done so, the plug once more stimulating me, but now really making its presence felt, he said, “You are wondering if this is how I will continue to treat you and this is all you have to look forward to.” He took a sip of the drink, placed the glass on the desk and then leaned forward to remove my gag. “There, you may now speak in answer to my questions.” He handed me the second glass. “Drink this. It is important to drink often when wearing rubber – and this is a special drink which will help your skin and your body adapt to being enclosed in it.” He watched as I obeyed, very aware that I was rather thirsty.
“There are several reasons I bought you, not least because I have wanted you for some time.” He contemplated me over the rim of his glass. “Yes, I have had you changed to my tastes and yes, these are permanent. But I don’t intend to use you until I’m tired of you and then degrade you. You will receive the education you should have had. You will also be given some health boosts and you will be given some choices when the time comes.” He refilled my glass. “In return I ask loyalty, service and your devotion. I will teach you to enjoy your situation and to enjoy being my plaything. I will teach you to love me and to enjoy my games – do you think that is fair?”
I swallowed, my voice tense. “If you say so, master.”
“What answer is that? I asked do you think it is fair?”
I hesitated, confused. This man had complete power over me according to the law. He’d had me converted into a Gay fuck toy and now he was asking if I thought it was fair. “No, master. If it was fair, I would still be free and so would my father, but he messed up and now we are paying for it. That’s the law, and no one said the law was fair.”
He frowned for a moment, a strange expression in his eyes. Then he nodded. “You’re right. The law is never completely ‘fair’ no matter the circumstances. As you say, your father fucked up and now you are paying for it. OK, that’s not fair, but it could be a lot worse. I could assign you to one of my clubs, that’s what most of those at the auction thought I would do. But I’m not planning to do that, I plan to keep you as my companion – my lover if you like – and I’m offering you the chance to get a good education and eventually to be whatever you would like to be.” He studied me carefully. “Is that fair?”
“Yes, master,” I managed. “You are very generous to me, I was told how much I cost you and you are suggesting you will spend more.” I hesitated for a moment then, emboldened, asked, “Can I beg you to let my father go?” I rushed on, aware of his sudden anger. “I will serve you as a slave in any capacity you choose in his place, Master, but it hurts me to see him suffer seeing me like this.”
For a moment I thought I might have gone to far, then his face relaxed. “I will consider it. But you also need to consider what led him to this – and you – and what his likely response to being freed while knowing you are paying for his mistake is likely to be.” He smiled again. “But I will consider your request carefully.” He indicated the chair I had been sitting on earlier. “Go back to your place, I think it’s time you were milked.”
When I had seated myself again carefully, he secured me to the chair with the heavy straps attached to it and replaced my gag. Then he carefully removed my golden codpiece and fitted a strange device to my eager cock, attaching it to my crotch with several snap studs. He stepped back, a grin on his face as he said, “A word of caution. If you come to quickly, the sensations will be excruciatingly exquisite until you begin to rise to the next ejaculation and it will just get worse.” He waved to his desk. “I have around an hour’s work to attend to and you will be on the milker until I finish…” He touched a switch and said, “Enjoy it, but if I were you, resist it for as long as you can.”
It was impossible. The thing drew my first explosive cum within five minutes. I was screaming for release by the next some twenty minutes later and almost out of my mind by the third, at which point I fainted. At some point my father must have returned and taken the tray away, because when I was finally released and my wrists once more attached to my harness, it had gone.
By the time I had been fed, toileted – yes, I was supervised for that and not allowed to touch my own genitals or anus – and then returned to the Master’s bedroom, I had recovered from the ordeal. My mouth was his instrument of choice in the bed and I did my utmost to give him the greatest pleasure I could with my hands restrained and my own desires raging through my now imprisoned cock. Then I was placed in a cage, strapped to the bed so that I could not even attempt to pleasure myself and drifted off to sleep.
My first task of the morning was to be fucked and then to be dosed with a massive injection of a strange gel he pumped into my anus before inserting a big plug and sending me to breakfast.
A routine developed over the next few days. Several times a day I was required to either suck his magnificent cock, or accept it as he fucked me. If I had pleased him, I was allowed to pleasure myself – or, when he was really pleased with me – he pleasured me. When I had failed him in some way I was punished by being locked into a chastity device and denied any ejaculation until he placed me in the ‘milking machine’ for an hour or more.
In the third week of my slavery, he began a new routine. I was sent to a schoolroom and a tutor began to teach me. Against my expectations, I enjoyed this. I discovered an interest in history, science, maths and literature. Then we explored art and finally electronics. My lessons were interrupted from time to time by my being summoned to pleasure my master and, in the afternoons, to take refreshment with him.
At the same time, I was being introduced to the pleasures to be had by being confined in strait jackets, sleepsacks, total sensory deprivation hoods and, of course, always in rubber, though sometimes wearing leather over it.
I entered the Study dressed as he had ordered for this afternoon, in a full and hooded rubber suit, slippers, chastity belt, a heavy straitjacket and a gag, to find he was not alone. Another figure lay, encased in rubber, and strapped in a spread-eagled position in the middle of the room.
“Ah, Pat,” the Master smiled as I made my customary genuflection. “I have a task for you today and, if you please me with it, a reward.” He waved me forward. “First, of course, it is time for you to please me.”
I made my way to him eagerly, and knelt between his knees my eyes on his straining codpiece.
He removed the gag carefully and then held my head gently as he unclipped his codpiece. He smiled down at me and whispered, “Now, my boy. Please me.”
I needed no encouragement. I gave his wonderful penis all the careful attention I had learned in the six months I had served him. When he finally rewarded me with his ejaculation I savoured each and every drop, taking care to ensure none was lost.
He smiled as he raised me to my feet. Replacing his codpiece, he said, “Well done, as ever, you’ve proved a good investment. Now, your task.” He led me to the restrained man. “I want you to use your skill to suck our friend here dry. But I want you to make sure he doesn’t come to soon – the longer you can keep him on the edge, the better.”
“Yes, Master.” I hesitated, staring at the restrained man’s erection, then at the hood covering his head. I knew the type. You couldn’t hear, see and sense anything in it, but it intensified everything you could feel. “How long is it since he last ejaculated, Master?”
He laughed. “Two weeks. He’s been in a chastity belt in punishment until today and he will go back into it as soon as you are finished. This must be torture – but so pleasant he will never want it any other way!” He laughed. “He’ll be pleading for it by the end of his punishment.”
I got to work. Several times I almost went to far, but I managed to keep him from ejaculating for over an hour – and then had to gulp and swallow furiously to avoid spilling any of the huge amount of spunk he shot down my throat. When I had finally finished, the Master chuckled as he watched the restrained man writhing and gasping in his bonds.
“Well done. You’ve surpassed what I expected,” he said, slipping my gag back into my mouth and fastening it. “You’ve certainly earned the reward.” He reached down and unlocked the chastity device, carefully releasing my ever-eager cock. “Wait over there.”
Turning from me, he quickly applied some sort of gel to the other guy’s penis, then slipped it into the metal tube of a chastity device and secured this firmly. He signaled me, “Come here.” He operated a switch and the man’s legs rose and spread wider as his anus rose and became exposed.
My Master grinned. “You’ve never fucked anyone before, have you? Well, here is your reward.” His hand applied a thick coating of gel to my now rigid cock, and then another quantity to the now puckered anus. “Step forward.” He guided me into position, then pressed my swollen and hypersensitive cockhead against the sphincter. I felt the other stiffen as I touched him and instinctively pressed forward, feeling the muscle resist and then begin to part. I pushed myself deeper, feeling the incredible sensations as my swollen cock was embraced by his anus.
The Master pressed me forward until I was fully inside the other’s anus, then I felt him pull a large strap up between my legs and the pressure of a big dildo plug against my anus. I bent forward over the other man on command as the plug went fully home and the Master snapped the locks on the belt now securing me on and in the other man.
“There, that should keep you both hot for a bit,” the Master said, stepping to where I could see him. He stroked my head, “Don’t worry, I want you to have the fuck of your life. The gel will keep you hard and will prevent your coming for a while.” He laughed.
He was right, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember – and I’d plenty of occasions to remember – but he made me wait for almost an hour before loosening the restraints enough for me to begin actually fucking the guy. And now I discovered that, although the sensations in my cock were exquisite, I couldn’t ejaculate! I kept getting to the point at which I should have been shooting my load, then – nothing. Beneath me the other guy writhed and moaned and did everything he could to tease me to release, but that didn’t help me either.
After almost another hour, the Master moved gently behind me and eased the dildo plug from my anus. “Keep stroking, boy,” he whispered. “Don’t break the rhythm, just keep it going, nice and smooth, steady and deep.”
Near exhausted, I nodded, then gulped as I felt his cock press against my anus. Matching my rhythm he penetrated me, sinking deeper with each stroke, then, in harmony with my stroking, began slowly to increase our tempo. I felt myself rising once more to ejaculation and he seemed to sense this as well because he increased his own thrusts. I felt the rush of his cum as he exploded within me and then gasped as my own cock exploded inside the other guy. For several minutes we remained joined like this, then the Master drew me free of the other man’s anus, keeping his own cock inside me.
“Well, boy?” he murmured in my ear. “”Did you enjoy your reward?”
I nodded, and pressed into his embrace, my cock, glistening with the lubricant and still dribbling, standing rigid before me.
He chuckled. “Good. You earned it, but now you’ve also discovered that you need additional stimulation to shoot your load. Will any cock do?”
I shook my head and tried to turn it so I could see his face. In my gag I managed, “’o ‘a’a’ur. O’e ors.”
He chuckled again. “Good, boy.” He eased himself out of me and then fitted my still engorged cock into a tight-fitting steel form that encased my cock and balls. Locking this to my harness, he said, “Fetch my cyber team.”
I bowed and left on this errand, wondering what he intended now. I need not have worried, the team were not called to do anything to me, but I watched in fascination as they turned the struggling rubber figure I had just fucked, into a sexless metal android. I’ll confess it gave me perverse pleasure to recognise Eamon, my nemesis at school, as the team carefully removed his deprivation hood and began to fit the cyber helmet that would, in future, control him.
When they had completed his encasement, the master programmed a panel on his chest with a set of codes, then stood back. “Number 5, report your status.”
There was a moment of silence, then the mechanical voice said, “Number Five, fully functional. Human cyborg meld completed.”
“Good.” The master smiled. “Number Five, you will remember at all times the reason for your conversion. You will also remember that sexual pleasure may be had only from my slave, and then only when he is authorised to access you.” He paused. “Report you understand your programming.”
“Number Five remembers that he assaulted a friend of the Master who made sexual advances. Number Five will remember that he receives sexual gratification only from the Master’s slave and only with authorization.”
The Master nodded. “Good, Now you will thank my slave for pleasuring you.”
The android turned carefully toward me. “Thank you for pleasuring me, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
Surprised, I acknowledged the thanks by nodding. I wondered what Eamon had done or to who, to earn this sort of punishment.
The Master ordered, “Very well, Number Five. Your new task is waiting for you. Go with the Team and they’ll start your program.”
When they had left, the Master turned to me and said, “I’ve assigned him to the Porno Unit.” He laughed. “Twelve hours a day watching sex movies being made plus a diet of converter gel – he’ll be so eager for your attention we’ll have to restrain him whenever you’re near him.” He unclipped my gag and gently removed it. “Well, and what do you think of your first fuck?”
I swallowed. “It was fantastic, Master, but I could not cum until I had my master fucking me.” I smiled. “May I ask a favour, master?”
He frowned. “You’re not going to ask me to release Number Five are you? I’ve still to think how to make you pay for my releasing your father and having him cured of his guilt and drinking!”
I hesitated. He’d not mentioned anything of this before. I shook my head. “No, Master. All I would like is the privilege of a kiss, Master, now more than ever.”
He smiled. “Then come here, boy. You cannot kiss me from there and I can’t kiss you.”
Our kiss lasted far longer than I had expected. He held me close to him and explored my face, my lips and my tongue with his mouth – and I responded as eagerly as I dared in the restraint of my strait jacket.
As we finally parted, he smiled and said, “I’ve finally thought of how to punish you for making me release your father. Did you know he was beginning to enjoy being part automaton?”
“No, Master,” I smiled and gazed at him adoringly. “I am my Master’s toy, anything my Master does is my pleasure, Master.”
He smiled. “Then we shall begin your punishment tonight.”
Following my usual cleansing and feeding, I found myself being fitted into a strange new rubber suit. It had no zippers and the only openings allowed my cock and balls to hang free while the other allowed access to my anus. Entry was through the opening in the hood, which I soon learned covered my eyes, but left my mouth and nose open. The strangest part was that the sleeves were fixed to the inside of the body. Once in it, I was completely restrained and, unable to see, pretty much helpless.
Then they fitted a tight new chastity belt. This thing pressed my cock down and back over my balls, and the front ‘shield’ clamped everything tight. The ‘dresser’ chuckled. “The Master obviously wants to teach you something,” he said, quietly. “He’s had you fitted with a shemale belt, your cock is hidden by a moulding that makes it look like you’re a girlie.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Does he like girlieboys then?”
He laughed. “No. He usually likes his boy to be all man.” He paused. “You’re a bit different though. He’s got something in mind for you, kid.” He chuckled. “It’ll be fun whatever it is!” He guided me to a seat. “Sit here, I have to fit some boots and a new muzzle to you.”
The boots turned out to be tight fitting and reached the top of my thighs. The ‘shoe’ part though was soft and pliable and so were the soles. They also held my knees almost rigid. The muzzle engulfed my mouth and chin and a harness secured it to my head with a web of straps.
He lifted me to my feet. “There, now we have to get you to the Master.”
Ten minutes, and a difficult walk later, I was laid on a bed, chains from my collar and the head harness securing me to the bed head, a restraint belt at my waist keeping me still and my ankles encased in the heaviest cuffs I had yet encountered. How long I lay like this I had no way of knowing, but eventually, I heard someone approach.
Suddenly my legs were being raised, the rattle of chains telling me they were attached to overhead pulleys. As they rose, they were also drawn apart. Someone raised my butt and slipped a large cushion beneath me. Then a finger teased my now exposed hole. The Master’s voice now sounded softly in my ears. “So, my slave. You cost me a slave and a useful android. I have thought of a unique punishment for you.” He chuckled softly. “Twice a week you will be taken to one of my clubs and you will spend the night there as a rubberized girlie. How do you like the sound of that?”
“ee a’err! Nnnn!” I managed to shake my head.
“Refusing to obey your master is a serious offence. Refusing to fulfil your promise to repay me for freeing your father is even more so.”
“’e, a’er.” I nodded my head now. “a’ oo ishh’.”
His hand found my hole again, this time with some object coated in thick slimy lubricant. I gasped as it was pushed inside me, feeling a trailing wire remaining outside. A few seconds later I was writhing on the bed, desperate to escape the thing now vibrating, rubbing and stimulating me from inside. My imprisoned cock strained against the confines of the tight fitting chastity device and I began to beg and plead for mercy into my muzzle.
My Master watched, his face impassive. “Relax, my slave. Don’t fight your punishment. You will learn that I do not like being defied, but I am also not unkind.” He paused as I struggled to calm myself down. The thing in my anus was driving me mad! “Apologise for your desire to not obey my wishes for you to be feminised, and I will consider your punishment again.”
With an enormous struggle, and tears streaming down my face, I managed to say, through the muzzle, “’ee ‘a’’er. Ah o’ee. A obee, ‘a’’er.”
The thing in my anus stopped and I slumped in my bonds, sobbing quietly. My Master sat on the bed next to me and gently began to remove the muzzle, though not the harness it was attached to. “There, there, don’t be so distressed.” He slipped the padded muzzle free. “Now, let me hear properly, your acceptance.”
“Please, Master. I will do anything you wish, Master. Please don’t punish me like this,” I gulped and added, “I love you, Master, I don’t want to be made into something you don’t enjoy.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Is that what is worrying you?” He kissed my mouth tenderly. “Then don’t be afraid, I haven’t gone to all this trouble and expense to get you into my life and my bed just to throw you away – but, don’t ever forget that I am your Master. What I say goes, without question or protest. Is that clear?”
“Y-y-y-es, Master.”
He smiled, and wiped my eyes and cheeks. “Then we understand one another. Now, you agreed to pay for your father’s release, did you not?”
“Y-y-es, Master.”
He smiled and moved to between my legs. Reaching down he carefully began to remove the thing in my anus, saying, “Good, so we’ll begin your payments.” He removed and discarded the strangely shaped device and then removed his codpiece. “Now, my little slave, your master is going to fuck you like the girl you resemble.”
I smiled up at him as he positioned himself. “Thank you, Master.” I hesitated. “I hope my Master has set these payments at a high number.”
“I have, my slave, I have,” he said as he pressed his cockhead to my eager anus and began to penetrate me.
I smiled and welcomed him, feeling him slide deep and then welcoming his weight as he pressed down above me. “Master,” I whispered, “I love you, please do this to me often!”
I need not have worried. He took me three more times during the night and this became a nightly ritual, though soon, he began to vary the manner of my restraint and the type of my chastity belt. Our daytime routines continued as before, with me being tutored, an experience I now thoroughly enjoyed, even though I was usually clad only in a slave harness and slave boots for it, while my tutor, dressed in skin tight rubber catsuits, became a close confidant and friend, always taking care never to sexually exploit my sometimes all to obvious desire!
The nights at the Catgirl Club were quite good fun, though sexually – for me at least – uninteresting. Obviously though, some patrons got quite excited about me, to my amusement and confusion, several of them out and out lesbians who would not have given me even a greeting had I been there as a male.
For these outings I wore a skintight catsuit or thin latex over my vulva shaped chastity belt and the very realistic prosthetic breasts. My face was made up with bright red lips, eyeshadow and liner and a rubber hood with attached moulded rubber ‘pageboy’ ‘hair.’ Naturally I was required to wear high-heeled boots and a variety of rather erotic and frequently restrictive outfits over the suit. The patrons could ‘buy’ sexual actions or stimulations for me, though none could actually ‘play’ with me themselves.
Sometimes this meant submitting to being fucked by a fucking machine, at others me sucking a large dildo cock attached to a female mannequin and at others being restrained in a special chair and subjected to a ‘medical examination’ by a large shemale I soon recognised as the Master himself! There were certainly no lack of takers or of ideas as to how to use me. But the best part was always being returned to the Master at the end of it. He never wasted time and always satisfied himself and me – often with me still in female guise.
A year after I became his slave, the Master summoned me to his study. I hurried there in my slave harness, the boots slowing me a little, though a year of wearing them had taught me the most efficient way of walking in them. I entered the Study and bowed, genuflecting in the boots was not possible, and said, “You sent for me, Master?”
He smiled. “Yes. Come here, I have something for you.”
Obediently I did as he commanded, wondering what it might be. He pushed a printed document toward me as I said, “Yes, Master?”
“A Bill of Sale. Your evenings at the Catgirl have paid off the debt on your father. This means your father is now completely free of debt.” He smiled at my surprise and continued. “For your information, he has undergone his treatment and come through it well. He’s now got a position in my research division. Did you know he was a wizard at micro-circuitry until his, er, problems?”
I shook my head. “No, Master, I didn’t. And I didn’t know anyone could buy themselves free of the slavery. I’m glad he’s succeeded.”
“He didn’t. You did it.” He smiled. “Of course, someone can buy their freedom. Or their Master can grant it.” He regarded me with a quizzical expression. For a moment he didn’t speak, then he asked softly, “Would you like to buy yours?”
For a moment I hesitated. Then I shook my head, “Not if it meant I had to leave here and leave you, Master.”
He leaned back, a frown on his brow, and regarded me in silence. Then he asked, “Why wouldn’t you want your freedom?”
I blushed scarlet. “Because I don’t want to leave you, Master.”
He stared at me, then smiled gently. “Since you’ve been here, I’ve restrained you, sometimes punished you, fucked you, kept you in a chastity belt, made you work off your father’s debt price and you still want to stay as you are?”
“Yes, Master,” I held his gaze. “Master, you’ve done all these things to me, and more. You’ve shown me tenderness, you’ve rewarded me, you’ve given me the start of an education I would not have had at school.” I grinned. “I fought the conversion drugs, yes, but only because I didn’t know how much pleasure you would teach me or how much fun serving you like this is.” I dropped my gaze. “And, Master, I love you. I fell in love with you in the first weeks and now I have no other desire but to be your slave and perhaps, your lover.”
“I was afraid of that,” he sighed. He stood and walked around the desk to grip my shoulders. “You see, I fell in love with a young, frightened, straight boy several years ago as I watched his father destroy himself and drag the boy down to an inevitable fate. When it finally happened, I went to see the boy in the Sale Rooms and fell even more in love with a boy who was brave enough to try and hide his fear of what was happening to him. I could have left him straight, I could have done what I’ve done with others like him, lock them in chastity devices and rubber suits until they’ve earned their way to freedom, but I wanted something else for him and for me. I determined then, that no matter what the cost, I would have him – and I did. I outbid everyone there – and the bidding was fierce I can tell you.” His lips found my cheek. “And now I cannot let him go either, even if someone offered me twice what I paid – and some have.”
I turned my head to kiss his face, then whispered, “I’m glad, Master. Even if you set me free, I will choose to remain your slave – and to serve you as I am now.” My hand brushed his taut codpiece. “I love to be at your mercy in the night, Master, to know that at any moment you will want me to pleasure you while I am restrained and cannot escape.”
He chuckled. “Then I will not set you free.” His hand reached down to my steel cock case and he asked, “When last did I allow you a fuck?”
“Nearly a year ago, Master,” I grinned. “In this very room.”
He laughed. “Well you’ve earned another. But I have a better idea.” He led me round the desk and made me lie back across it, then snapped manacles on my wrists and ankles. Reaching into his belt wallet he extracted a key and unlocked my cockcase. “Lie back and enjoy your reward, I’m going to suck you off.”
He knew exactly what he was doing. He almost drove me wild, bringing me on, then holding me at the edge, only to do it all again, and again. When he finally let me shoot my load he gobbled it greedily while I struggled to put my head back together. By the time I had, my cock was once more secured in its steel prison and I was being released from the desk.
He grinned as I regained my feet. “I think I must do that more often.”
I returned the grin. “If it pleases you, master, it is my pleasure.”
He laughed. “Cheeky! Go to the fucking stocks – just because I’ve sucked you, does not mean you can take liberties!”
“Yes, Master.” I placed myself in the stocks at the end of his desk and waited while he locked me in them. “Master, so that I cannot offend you by being cheeky again this afternoon, please hood me and gag me.”
“Very well.” He reached into the drawer below me and drew out something heavy. Deftly he fitted it over my head and zipped it tight, tubes in my nostrils allowed me to breath, but the solid rubber penis filled my mouth and the hood covered my eyes cutting off my vision.
Then he was gripping my waist, I felt the thrill as his big cock found my sphincter and accepted his cock as he thrust it into me. I drooled into the hood and grinned as he thrust himself into my anus. I’d realized a long time ago that the boy in the slave pen who thought he was straight had wanted this all along. The ‘treatment’ hadn’t done much more than confirm it and increase my desires for it. I was the Master’s willing cock slave. I wanted nothing else. I began to plan how I could ‘persuade’ him to ‘punish’ me some more, perhaps with more restraints?