Alex lay on his back, completely unconscious and unaware of his surroundings. His naked body was positioned on a dark green table with his feet apart. Touching a console, his captor observed a small electronic screen, checking readings. He was sure Alex would remain unconscious''the drugs feeding in from the table were very potent. After entering a few commands onto the screen, Alex's captor exited the room and bolted it shut from the outside, leaving Alex and the table completely still in the faint light of the console.
The table received the commands from the console and began to shift slowly, snaking a very thin green thread up between Alex's glutes and into his rectum. The thread-like probe was designed to be narrow, ensuring it would not even trigger the nerves in Alex's anus to sense it. Once inside, the table began the second phase of its operation; microscopic enzymes jettisoned from the string and through the vulnerable, soft tissue inside their new host's body. For a brief instant, Alex's body rippled from head to toe, then returned to normal. The table set to work, wrapping each part of Alex's body in a sort of sleeve, holding it for an hour, then retreating and moving on to the next part. Arms, legs, hands, feet, head, chest, and abdomen all received the same treatment. A long tube snaked up between Alex's spread legs and enveloped his penis, expanding to completely encase his testicles and backside. They stayed encased for a longer timeframe before the table retreated from the area. Another tube-like shape reached up and pushed past Alex's lips, enveloping his tongue, then retreated after another hour. The same occurred for each nipple, one at a time, and back to his penis. The table then covered Alex's entire body for two more hours, then retreated. The console beeped its completion.
Hours later, Alex's eyes fluttered open, then squinted against the light of the room. His entire body felt sluggish and chilly, exposed to the air. He grunted, completely disoriented.
'Ah, you're awake. Good. How do you feel?'
'Where am I?' Alex couldn't remember anything.
'You're safe. Are you thirsty?' Alex managed a nod, and his captor held a cup to his lips and tilted Alex's head to drink it. Alex drank deeply, realizing he was thirstier than he initially believed.
Alex smacked his lips a few times, then licked them. Something felt odd on his tongue, but chose to ignore it. He felt some strength flow through his body and struggled to rise. He sat up in a fluid motion, his hands balancing him on the smooth tabletop. As his weight shifted forward, so did his penis and scrotum, feeling the tables coolness. 'Where am I?'
'My lab,' his captor said. 'You'll be happy to know that everything was a complete success.'
'What do you mean? Who are you?' Alex felt his muscles tighten for a second.
'You may refer to me as 'Master,' as you are now my slave. And I am quite proud of making you into my slave, hence, everything was a complete success.'
'Fuck you!' Alex slid himself forward across the table. 'I'm nobody's slave!'
'Take a look in the mirror and see for yourself; I've changed you completely.'
Alex glanced at a large mirror hanging on one of the walls. He was much taller than he used to be, and more muscular. He could see the definition on his muscles, a first for him. He noticed his head was completely bald, then realized the rest of his body was equally hairless. Following the line of flesh from his hairless groin, Alex discovered that his penis was significantly bigger, the head (now covered by a previously nonexistent foreskin) hung between his knees, and the shaft rested over two large testicles in a very low-hanging scrotum. A large, thick metal ring pierced the head of his massive meat, matched with two smaller ones in his nipples. He screamed, frightened, and noticed two metal studs in his tongue. 'What the fuck did you do to me? I look like a freak!'
His captor laughed. 'I made you what I wanted in a slave. The hair on your head will grow, eventually; I wanted to watch it grow in at various stages before deciding what style you will wear. I made you look more masculine, as I do not want a girly-looking slave. If I want feminine, I'd have taken a woman. The penis is emphasis on the masculinity, obviously. Your piercings are for me to play with and my way of controlling how you will respond to things, and your back tattoo is a slave marking. Even if you leave, you will always be a slave.'
'I will never be your slave!' Alex leapt off the table and ran to the door.
'Slave, get back here,' his captor said casually. Instantly, Alex stopped dead in his tracks, turned, and slowly walked back. 'As you can see, I have priority over your motor functions. This is because I want to watch the struggle as your mind breaks and accepts your body's new role as slave.
'Fuck you!' Alex tried to swing, but found his arm would not respond to the desire to strike his captor. He tried to turn, but his legs remained in place.
His captor laughed again. 'You cannot hurt me, nor can you leave me. I am Master, you are Slave. There is nothing you can do about it.' He grabbed one of Alex's new piercings and twisted. Alex cried out in pain. 'You know you love it.' Instantly, Alex's scream became a moan of pleasure, the nerves sending waves of ecstasy through his new body.
'I will not be your slave,' Alex argued, his voice a whimper.
'It will be just a matter of time,' his captor assured. 'Now, kneel.' Alex's legs bent, and he fell to his knees; there was a clunk as his penis hit the ground. His captor undid his pants and retrieved a penis, not as massive as Alex's, but impressively sized, nonetheless. 'Suck and swallow my cum.'
Before Alex could voice a protest, his lips parted and he took the head in his mouth. He began to suck, his muscles programmed to fellate perfectly. Alex fought the physical sensations, forcing himself to stop, but failed. He knelt before his captor, helplessly sucking cock until there was an explosion inside his mouth. Instinctively, he swallowed it all, and continued licking the head clean. Alex was disgusted with himself, yet part of him felt satisfied.
'Excellent, Slave!' He pet Alex's head approvingly. 'Now, lay on the table.' Alex's body complied. 'Now, I want you to see something amazing.' He grabbed Alex's cock and began stroking it, but the member remained flaccid. 'You can never be hard again, unless I reprogram you to do so. I have made you undoubtedly masculine, but took away everything that makes you a man. You are a slave, you will eat cum and nothing else, and you will eventually accept this as your life.'
Alex's eyes widened in fear. He wanted to cry, but his body would not let him. His captor pulled his hips toward the end of the table and pushed his legs apart. 'No, please! Don't!' His protests went ignored, his captor pushing his erect member into Alex's tight hole and fucking furiously. Time held no meaning for Alex as his captor plowed him endlessly, each thrust sending shivers and thrills through him, and Alex wished he were dead. After an eternity, his captor began to hiss and buck. 'Please,' Alex pleaded, hoping the inevitable would not happen. He remained ignored, his captor ramming hard into his ass and unleashing massive amounts of cum into his hole. Alex lay back, wishing he could just cry, utterly humiliated.
Alex's captor sighed contentedly, running his fingers along Alex's smooth chest. 'Get used to it, slave. That's all you'll ever be good for now.' He pulled his dick out and walked around the table to Alex's mouth. 'Clean it off.'
Alex made a face as his body shifted to take his captor's cock, covered in cum from his own ass, into his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and he wanted to puke in spite of his tongue happily lapping cock.
'And that's enough, slave.' His captor pulled away. 'I'll leave you alone for a bit, maybe you'll enjoy your new body while I'm gone.' He retrieved his pants from the floor and left the room, sliding the bolt as he departed, leaving Alex alone and naked.