2010-10-19 - lthr_jock - Transformation of a Master - Part Three

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Transformation of a Master - Part Three
Date: 19 October 2010

Yanking on the chain, Mike led Tom into the dungeon area of the shop. As usual, it was dimly lit, spotlights highlighting the various items of dungeon furniture spotted around the room. Mike led Tom around, pausing before the cross, the stocks, the upright cage before making his mind up and pulling Tom towards the fucking bench. Tom knew this bench well and had spent some time himself thrusting inside the helpless hole of a secured slave. But this time, he was the slave and just that thought made him painfully hard inside the cock cover. As his cock swelled, he realised that the cover wouldn't let him get fully erect and he groaned at the mingled arousal and disappointment.

Mike roughly pushed Tom towards the bench, and before Tom knew it he was lying on his front, the solid straps of the harness pushing painfully into his muscles through the thick rubber of the suit. Mike snapped a padlock onto the D-ring at the front of Toms posture collar and then secured it to the front of the bench. He then wrapped two lengths of chain around Toms waist and locked them down tight, securing the rubberized gimp in place. He moved Toms legs so that he was pushed into a kneeling position on the bench and used thick leather straps to secure them in place. Finally, he took Toms mitted hands and locked them to rings on either side of Toms body, making his gimp totally secure. Tom then felt a tugging on top of his head as Mike secured something to the top of his gas mask. Whatever is was, then pulled his head backwards, and was then tied off - Tom realised his head was now in the right position for being face-fucked.

'Right, gimp. Almost ready. Just need to prepare you a bit more.'

Mike moved behind Tom out of his view and Tom dimly heard the sounds of something being moved across the floor. Then there was a few minutes silence. Tom tried to ask what was going on but succeeded in little more than a grunt which just added to the pool of drool in the hood. Then, on the wall ahead of him, a TV screen came into life. He could see himself - or what he assumed was himself and the rubber covered his features completely - secured to the bench. Behind him, he could see Mike pushing some equipment towards him. Tom squinted as he tried to see what it was. It looked like some form of metal apparatus which would lock onto the floor behind the fucking bench. Part of it had a metal rod on top of which was a gleaming black dildo. As he watched Mike positioned the apparatus behind Tom, lining the dildo up with Tom's arse. Mike then came back around to Toms head.

'So, slave, now you can watch yourself. This is something I've been working on - you get to be the first subject. It's a fucking machine and once I get it going, it's going to pound your arse till you cry. When I fuck you later, I want to make sure you're good and ready, so that dildo had been moulded on my own cock. Don't worry, I'll start it on a slow setting.'

Mike then moved behind Tom and with practised moves, removed the plug from Toms arse. He could still feel the rubber sleeve inside himself and could do nothing but watch as Mike positioned the machine behind him, the tip of the dildo just resting between Toms cheeks.

'Ready?'

Without waiting for a reply, Mike turned the machine on and Tom grunted loudly as the dildo started to slowly spin. As it did, the machine pushed it forward and Tom felt the dildo push its way inside him. The unfamiliar pressure in his arse triggered something inside him and suddenly Tom was struggling and wriggling in his bonds - he was a TOP, not a sub and he would NOT have this happen to him. The realisation of his violation crashed down on him and he screamed into the gag as the dildo pushed deep inside him. He could not, would not allow this to happen. But however much he resisted, the dildo was relentless and he felt it settle deep inside him, the feeling of pleasure as it nuzzled against his prostate mingled with the disgust he felt at being abused. His torture was not over, however, instead of stopping the dildo continued to spin and slowly move in and out as it mimicked a relentless fucking of his arse. Tom screamed for help from Mike, but then realised that Mike had gone and he was alone with his mechanical tormentor. He tried to will his body not to react, but his stiffening cock inside its cover made it clear that he was enjoying this anal abuse. He started to wonder if maybe the guy was right - maybe we was a sub after all. No, no it couldn't be!

The machine seemed to have been running for hours, when he saw Mike walk back into the room. He was now wearing a leather Master harness, a leather executioners hood, leather chaps and knee high boots. He smiled wickedly as he looked at the struggling gimp and moved to Toms head, blocking his view of the screen. Reaching behind Tom, he opened the front of the gas mask, unlocked the gag and slid it out of his mouth.

'Thank fuck for that, Mike, something's wrong, get me out, you got to MPPPHHHH!'

Tom's pleading was stopped as Mike slid his thick member into Tom's mouth choking off his words. With both hands on Toms head, he started face fucking his friend, letting his cock slide in as far as Toms throat and then out again. Tom struggled for breath, gorge rising as Mikes cock tickled the back of his throat briefly with each thrust. He tried to beg Mike to stop but could do nothing but drool and grunt and despite himself he once again realised how aroused the situation was. Mike was pounding his face in time with the dildo spearing his arse and Tom realised he was just an object being used for Mikes' pleasure. He found that thought turned him on even more and opened his throat, allowing Mike to slide further inside. 'Good boi' was Mikes response and he sped up his thrusts. Tom found himself working Mikes cock, licking it, letting it slide deeper each time. Suddenly, Mike pulled out and Toms vision was obscured as Mike came over the front of his rubber hood. Mike grinned and turned the fucking machine off.

Tom lay there gasping, and groaning. Before he could think to say anything to Mike, he felt the cock gag being pushed back into his mouth and locked in place. The gas mask was closed and Mike then moved to attached two bottles to the exterior tubes of the gas mask. There was a hissing sound and Tom smelt something sweet. At the same time, Mike moved aside and Tom could see a spiral of flashing lights on the screen in front of him. He wondered what it was...

... Tom opened his eyes and sat up sharply. He looked around confused and found that he was on a bus. From the look of it, he was on the top floor of a double-decker and it was dark outside. He looked out the window and could see that the bus was travelling through a town centre, but he didn't recognise any familiar landmarks. As he looked around he heard his phone go and felt it vibrate in his trouser pocket. As he pushed his hand in to get it out, he felt the familiar touch of rubber and looked down in shock. His massive muscular thighs and his impressive calves were clad in thick gleaming yellow rubber from the waist down. A huge mound in the rubber revealed where his cock was positioned, but it seemed uncomfortable. Below the rubber jeans, Tom was wearing knee high glossy black Rangers which had been ladder-laced with yellow laces. As he fumbled to get his phone out of his skintight trousers, he caught a glimpse of himself in the darkened bus window. The yellow rubber vest he was wearing showed off his physique perfectly. But the biggest difference was with his hair - his perfect flat-top had been changed. Now his head was shaved smooth on either side of a 1' strip of hair down the middle of his head. As he looked at his mohawk, he felt his cock stiffening - or attempting to as he felt it push against the now familiar pressure of a solid rubber pouch.

The phones' insisted ringing called his attention back to it. He flipped it open and saw he had been sent a message 'GET OFF AT THE NEXT STOP. YOU WILL KNOW WHERE TO GO.'

Tom saw little choice. As he stood up to ring the bell, he heard giggling and saw several teenagers in the backseat openly staring and laughing at him. Before he could go downstairs, one of them lifted their mobile phone and took a picture of him. Face blushing furiously, Tom headed downstairs. As he waited for the bus to stop, he could tell that he was the centre of attention for everyone on the bus. He willed the bus to hurry, but it seemed to take minutes before it stopped and the doors opened allowing him out into the night.