2010-12-27 - lthr_jock - Transformation of a Master – Part Five

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Transformation of a Master - Part Five
Date: 27 December 2010

Tom staggered as he was pushed into the Wet Room but kept his balance and stopped as he got 2 paces into the room. The first thing to hit him was the smell - the rubber aroma was even stronger in here, this time accentuated with sweat and urine. He could hear little except the squeak of rubber from all sides and the grunts and groans of the other men in the room. The room was darker than the rest of the club and in the time that it took his eyes to adjust the other man walked up behind him. He stood close behind Tom, reached around him and pulled him back against his chest. Tom could feel the bulge of the man's erection through the layers of rubber between them and he winced as his cock tried to become erect in the rubber chastity pod. Tom tried to step away, but the man reached around and drew him into a bearhug, pulling Tom closer to him. Tom felt his moustache tickle his ear as he whispered 'So, boy, what do you think? Where would you like to start?'

Tom took his first good look around the room. Along the wall opposite were a series of metal cubes, each one about 3ft. Each one was secured with three huge padlocks down the front. Nothing else could be seen of the cubes except for the head of the person inside sticking out the top of the cube. Even then, their features were obscured. Each one was wearing a thick full face rubber hood without eyeholes. Coming out of their mouths were rubber tubes which led upwards and were the fed through the wall into the area beyond. Tom could see that the wall was transparent, and on the other side he could see the club's urinals. Each tube led to the outflow of one of the urinals and as Tom watched he saw a man walk up and start to piss. The piss flowed straight down the tube and Tom could hear the grunts of the man trapped in the box as the rank liquid flooded his mouth.

Tom tried to step away but did little but push himself back against the broad muscular body of the man behind him. The increasing pressure on Toms arse showed that the man was aroused by the sight and Tom felt him grind against him. The touch made Tom groan into the ball gag. 'You like that, boy? Maybe you'll get boxed later.' Tom could almost hear the grin as the man spoke. Tom looked around more and saw more rubber clad men all-round the room. There was a shower area set to one side, tiled in mirrored black and three fully rubbered slaves were chained on all fours, while 6 other rubberists pissed on them. Past the showers were three toilets, two of which had men sat on them, while other men lay with their heads in the toilet bowls, rimming the arses of the Men above them. Tom quailed at the thought of being forced to perform any of these acts, but at the same time he found himself aroused. Once more, his mind was at war with his emotions. As a Top he had not been into this kind of action - but it seemed that these Men who were manipulating him had tapped into some previously unknown need within him.

The man rubbed his gloved hand over Toms head 'Love the hawk, boy - it'll look better once it's longer.' Tom tried to say something, but just grunted into the gag, choking slightly as the ropes of drool from his open mouth started to hang down the front of his rubber shirt. The Man chuckled, cupped his hand to catch the drool, then rubbed it into Toms mohawk. While Tom was still wincing at this further humiliation, he pushed Tom forward to the shower area.

Tom stood there shivering with nervousness as the man walked to the tile wall and pressed on a hidden catch. A cupboard swung open and Tom got a glimpse of gleaming rubber and chain inside. The Man came back with a handful of stuff which he dumped on the floor. Moving quickly he padlocked chains to Toms ankles and then ran the chains through rings in opposite walls. He then tightened them, forcing Toms legs wide apart until he could feel his calf muscles screaming. Tom gulped as the man used massive padlocks to secure the chains in place. The man then took a further chain, lopped it over a hook in the ceiling and locked one end to the back of Toms collar. He then pulled it tight until Tom was on his tiptoes and struggling to breathe. With a chuckle he used a second padlock to secure the chain in place. He then took 2 final chains and locked one to each of Toms wrist restraints. He then released the padlock keeping the restraints together and pulled Toms wrists as far apart as the bar between Toms elbows would allow. He then unstrapped the bar and quickly pulled on both chains, making Toms arms go far out to the side, securing him in a tight spread eagle.

'Nice' he said after he locked the chains off. He walked around Tom, stroking him through the rubber. He stopped in front of him, smiled and then unlaced Toms shirt, leaving it hanging loosely around him. He then lifted it over Toms head, leaving it hanging from the chain on Toms collar. Toms hairy muscled chest and stomach were now exposed to view. The man grunted approval and then rubbed his hands roughly against Toms skin, making the chained helpless man groan with pleasure and discomfort as his cock once again swelled in its prison.

'You look good, but you could look better.' He slapped Toms stomach, making him shiver painfully in his chains. 'All this hair looks good on a Top, but a slave should be smooth.' With that, he went back to the cupboard and pulled out a can of shaving foam and a razor. He soon had Toms front entirely covered in shaving foam, even coating his armpits and his arms up to the wrist restraints. He then went behind Tom and secured the shirt out of the way, before likewise coating his back. He then returned to Toms front and pulled out a razor 'Hold still, boy, you dont want me to cut you.' He then started to shave Tom, slowly moving the blade back and forth over Toms muscles, occasionally spraying more shaving foam over him and making sure that Toms skin was smooth and hairless. Tom could see his reflection in the mirrored tiles and as his slick skin appeared from under the mat of hair, he found himself becoming more and more aroused. The revealed slabs of muscle on his chest quivered with the strain of the position he was in but seemed to be larger and more massive as the hair was removed. Stripping the hair from his arms made his biceps and triceps stand out more and cleaning his stomach made his 6 pack stand out firmly. He couldn't see what his back looked like, but the cool air on it showed how much hair was being taken off. The man left his armpits for last, using short firm strokes to denude them of hair. By the time the man had finished, the only hair on Toms upper body was the mohawk. He now looked younger, bigger, more muscular - and more like a sub.

'Not bad' the man growled 'Looking much better. I'll do the rest later, for now, I need to take you for a test drive.' With that he positioned himself behind Tom and pulled open the arse zip on Toms trousers. With clinical efficiency he put his fingers around the head of the plug in Toms arse and yanked it out. Tom yelled into the gag, but this didn't stop the man and Tom soon felt the head of the man's cock against his arsehole. He tried to twist away, but the chains were too tight and soon he felt the man's length deep inside him. The man grabbed hold of the chains that made up Toms bondage and using them thrust himself deep inside Tom. This was no sex play or mutually pleasurable sex act. This was one man slaking his lusts brutally on another man, and Tom was helpless to resist. As the man moved towards orgasm, Tom looked at his reflection. He recognised the submission and pain in his eyes from a thousand encounters where he had seen the same in the eyes of the man he had been brutalizing. He was appalled at what he had been brought to, and yet somehow he knew this was right. His cock was as hard as it could get in its bondage and he could feel the constant leak of precum. With a roar the man came inside him and as he did Tom saw Mike and the Master approached. Both were laughing. Toms head was hanging down with exhaustion and the Master lifted it up by the chin. 'Now, isn't that better? Still needs some improvement though.' With that he took a yellow rubber hood out of his pocket and slid it over Toms head. The hood had no eye holes, was thick and tight and forced the gag deeper into his already drooling mouth. Tom could now not see, speak and could barely hear. He suddenly smelled a familiar scent and as he lost consciousness, he heard the Master say, 'Good progress - I assume you're happy to take ownership?' Tom did not hear the reply.