Life Changer

The gang, as they called themselves, clustered round the strange looking device. All Gay fetishists who shared a love of latex and bondage, they’d accepted an invitation to explore a ‘dungeon’ Jim, my lover and partner, and I had discovered beneath an old house we’d bought and were renovating. We’d found the dungeon by accident, the entrance having been walled up at some time in the past. 

The ‘dungeon’ was well equipped with all manner of devices for restraining someone, including a bondage throne, a device that looked like a double set of stocks which would hold someone on his back, beneath someone else on his stomach with his penis positioned where the lower victim would have it in his mouth. Besides this there was a sort of rack, an iron maiden device, man cages, a suspension sling and a range of other suspension devices and sets of manacles that ranged from the lightest to items that would render the wearer all but immoveable.

In an alcove we discovered when we removed some damaged dry wall, stood a very unusual looking piece of equipment. Resembling a set of upright ‘stocks’, it was obviously intended to hold a man immovably in a standing position, but it had a number of odd looking attachments and what looked like a computer console and screen to the side. The attachments included a device evidently intended to receive a man’s cock and balls, a dildo positioned to impale his anus, cup-like devices at chest level, rigid ‘sleeves’ for the arms and a clamshell ‘helmet’ that would enclose the person’s head. The console held a touchpad display covered in symbols, all very suggestive in themselves, and clearly would cause something to happen to the person held in the device.  

“What the hell does it do, Jim?” Asked Phil. Slightly older than the rest of the group, he was also more experienced than most of us and often held some of the wilder ideas in check.

“Don’t really know, Phil,” Jim replied. “I’ve never seen it before. Some kind of torture device for a BDSM player I think. It powers up okay, but the only way I can see to find out what it actually does, is to try it.” He grinned. “Now you’re all here, we can persuade Den to give it a try,” he added, nudging  me. “What do you say, Den? Go on, I dare you.”

Jim knew me well. I’d studied the thing when we found it, and it was me that had discovered how to power it up. It was very tempting to try it out, in fact just being close to it had my cock showing interest. I’m a ‘sub’, but always up for something different.  “You dare me?”

“That’s what I said,” Jim replied, grinning. A Top, he knew my weakness to resist a  crazy ‘dare’. Particularly one involving bondage and sex. “You up for it?”

I walked round the thing trying to figure out what it might actually do to me as I checked the way it would secure me. I checked the inside of the helmet, a sort of ‘head prison’, noting the tube my cock would go into, the dildo and the ‘sleeves’ for the subject’s arms. I nodded. “I’m up for it. Just no funny stuff, like giving me tits or anything crazy.”

“Course not.” Jim hugged me. “Better strip down and we’ll get you set up.” Pecking my cheek, he added, “It’ll be a blast!”

“Yeah. Like the time in Berlin when you lost the keys to that chastity belt you’d locked me into.” I kissed him and dropped my jeans, then shucked out of my thong and added my shirt to the pile. Easily aroused by any prospect of bondage, I already had an erection, though my genitals are on the small end of the scale, and I always envied my partner whose tackle was more generous. Moving into position in the stocks which the others had now prepared, I quipped as I was secured by the heavy boards which were locked into place around my waist, my neck, thighs and ankles, “Mercy, sirs, I’m just a humble bottom who likes to please his Master.”

With my arms now encased in the rigid sleeves I couldn’t move as Jim fitted my cock into a tube and my scrotum into a receptacle that fitted closely to my perineum and the tube holder which covered my shaven crotch. Everything on the machine seemed to be adjustable to fit any body size, so there was some adjusting of parts until it was a perfect fit on everything and I was totally immovable. 

Around me my friends watched with obvious interest, all showing their own arousal as they helped Jim secure me in the device. The securing of the genital containment in position activated the dildo.

“Ooh!” I gasped as the dildo entered my anus. I bit my lip. “Fuck, Jim, this is fucking intense.” I glanced up at the helmet thing above me. It opened like a clamshell, and when closed would cover my head and face completely. What looked like a gag was positioned at the mouth level and what appeared to be breathing tubes protruded inside the nose. “Just be careful closing that helmet …”

“We will, love.” Jim moved closer. “You look so fucking sexy like this.” He planted a kiss on my mouth. “Ready? Then here it comes.” Reaching up he brought the face plate down, checked the ‘gag’ was at the right position and that the breathing tubes were correctly aligned, and then ‘married’ it to the back half held by Phil. There was a loud click as the two halves met and the helmet locked and this was followed by a series of solid clunks as other locks engaged.

“What …?” Exclaimed Mike as the console lit up.

The others joined him, suddenly concerned. “What’s it doing?” Demanded Jim. “We better get him out of there!”

“We can’t,” Mike said, frowning. “Look. There’s a locking system engaged and there’s this message on the display.”

“What’s it say?” demanded Jim.

“Read it yourself,” Mike said searching the display for some means to deactivate the device. “Says ‘Welcome to Dungeon Slave Creator’ and something about ‘assessing suitability for process’. Buggered if I know what it means!”

“Dungeon Slave Creator? What the fuck does that mean?” Jim joined him. “Fuck. What’s it mean, ‘select desired slave features’? What the fuck’s that mean?”

“Here. It seems to want a choice of fetish, and a choice of anatomical enhancement, or there’s an option that seems to be for women …”

Available Options for this Slave:

• Fetish Enhancing: select level for -
  • Bondage
  • Latex/leather
  • Dominance
  • Submissive 
• Genital Enhancement: select option -
  • Penis size
  • Penis Shape
  • Prepuce restoration/removal
  • Penis sensitivity
  • Scrotal size and output
• Nipple Enhancement: Select -
  • Increase nipple size
  • Reduce Nipple size
  • Increase nipple sensitivity
  • Decrease sensitivity
• Gender Modification: Select from -
  • Male to female
  • Male to Shemale
  • Male to Androgene
  • Female to male
  • Female to Hemale
  • Female to Androgene
• Limb and Body Modification: Select from -
  • Retain skeletal rigidity
  • Enhance musculature
  • Modify limbs
  • Convert arm(s) to tentacle(s)
  • Convert hand only to tentacle pod
• Breast Enhancement: Select from -
  • Firm C with prominent nipple
  • Firm D with prominent nipple
  • Reduce breast to pectoral mound with prominent nipple
  • Reduce breasts completely
• Vulval and Labial Enhancement: Female only

Candidate  will not be released without modification and must proceed with process before locks can disengage.

Jim frowned. “Or for she-males.” He paused. “Limb Modification? What the hell does that mean? Wait. What’s this? It seems to be saying that once someone is in it, he has to undergo whatever it does.” He addressed me. “What’s it to be, Den? What do you want?” 

Inside the helmet I could hear nothing and see nothing, nor could I communicate anything to my friends. It was a weird feeling, here I was, completely helpless and immobilised, and yet I was not in the least alarmed. I was ‘hearing’ something in my head, and then I could ‘see’ the menu Jim was struggling with. The dildo in my butt seemed to be pumping me full of something, and whatever was encasing my cock and balls felt good as well, though there was a lot of room in both. “Come on Jim, make it give me a big dick and matching balls. And a nice body, slim waist, nice pecs and six pack. Some bigger nipples would be nice. I love it when you play with them,” I thought. “Yeah, give me a good looking cock, big balls and crank up our favourite fetish! That’s be great.”.

“Fuck it,” Jim said. “He can’t hear me, and he can’t speak with that thing on his head anyway.” He glared at the display. “Okay, so he has to have something done to him … I know, he’s always envied anyone with a nice big dick, so let’s see if we can get this thing to do that.” Now he hit a problem, when he pressed the commence command, he got an error message.

“Operator-Master must don the control helmet and seat himself, naked, at the console.” 

“Looks like you’ve got no choice there, Jim.” Mike laughed. “You dared him, he’s your partner, so it’s your call.”

Jim glared at the console, then at the helmet resting in a self above the display screen. The seat looked fairly ordinary, though there was an opening in it, and what appeared to be a dildo withdrawn below the opening. At the front, there was what appeared to be a sort of ‘cup’ intended for the sitters genitals.

“We’re not going to get him out of there unless you follow the instructions,” Phill said, having examined the strange stocks and the appliances it had so firmly attached to me. “There’s absolutely no way to override it.”

“No, you’re right,” Jim agreed. “I got him into this, so I have to get him out.” He stripped, and took his seat carefully at the console. “Ow, the bloody thing is sucking my cock and my balls into … Fuck, and now there’s a fucking dildo in my …” He wriggled a little as the others watched, and grinned. “Well I guess I just have to go with whatever, Dennis is one who’s going to get the rough end I think.” 

Lifting the helmet, he put it on, and felt a moment of dizziness, then he found himself looking at the menu again. 

“Please select the desired fetish.”

“Well bondage is his thing, so I’ll give him that.” Jim scanned the menu. “Okay, he likes rubber — latex, so if I enter that …” The display changed. Now he found himself having to select the fetish level, called from 1 to 5. He selected 3, and got further submenus. Working his way through the list steadily, he tried to avoid anything that looked too radical, but sometimes seemed to be steered toward a higher setting when it came to the ‘level’ required.

Now he got to the ‘Enhancement’ menus. First up was genital enhancement or alterations. He touched the symbol that seemed to be appropriate, and got a menu. It asked for the input of measurements for length, girth, head shape, volume of ejaculation and whether a prepuce was required. Jim chose figures he thought Dennis would want, then paused. Dennis was circumcised. Would he want a foreskin? He decided not, so entered a negative. Then it asked if it was desired to have multiple orgasmic ability, and he selected ‘yes’. Den deserved it he felt, his lover was a fabulous trooper and partner. He knew Dennis loved nipple play, so selected to enhance his nipples, and when he got to the ‘physique’ menu opted to give his lover the sort of build and musculature he knew Dennis envied … Finally he reached the final menu, completed it, and hit enter.

“Phew. It accepts it. Now what is it doing?” He read on, the display changing with each fresh input, until finally the message, “Enhancement in progress,” came up. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jim gasped as his own genitals got a jolt as if from a ‘tens’ unit and his butt flooded with gel. His head swam, but then steadied and he knew, with absolute certainty, that he and Dennis were now in a permanent partnership of Master and Slave …

I felt my cock tingle, and then my scrotum. My nipples felt swollen, and then intensely sensitive. My body felt different, my muscles firmer, my stomach flatter and my arms stronger. I strained against my restraints, but this seemed to increase the sensations. I had a sudden overwhelming desire to be dressed in tight rubber, and then in leather. The sensations in my penis increased, and I moaned as the thing encasing it seemed to be getting tighter. Time seemed to be standing still, then a mechanical voice announced in my ears.

“Enhancement complete. You are now a full bondage fetish slave of the dungeon and your owner James.”

I couldn’t see it, but a similar message was now displayed on the screen Jim was using. It read, “Slave enhancement complete. Your are now the owner of  Dennis, a full bondage fetish slave of the dungeon. He is now bound to this dungeon and house and may not leave the  grounds. He may wear nothing that is not made of rubber or leather, and must be in chastity if he leaves the house. At all times  outside of this dungeon he must wear a slave belt, collar and restraint cuffs. He may not deny his Master or anyone his Master orders him to engage, any sexual act, anywhere, at any time.”

Jim stared at the display. “Oh fuck. What have we done to him?”

“Look, the locks are disengaging,” Phil pointed. “Let’s get him out of there before anything else happens to him.”

The ‘Gang’ got to work releasing the body clamps and finally the helmet. Jim opened this nervously. “Den! Are you okay? The bloody thing wouldn’t let us release you without going through a whole process — said it was modifying you …”

I smiled, my arms and my crotch still enclosed by the ‘sleeves’ and the device encasing my genitals and the dildo still impaling my butt. “I know, Master. I ‘saw’ the menus and I saw what you entered.” I nodded toward my still encased crotch. “I hope you will enjoy my enhanced sex, Master, and thank you for not modifying my arms. Does my new physique please you? I am programmed for latex and leather bondage, Master. Please release my penis and use it for your enjoyment.”

“Okay,” Jim got to work and eased the crotch device open. “Oh fuck! Oh wow!” He met my gaze. “It’s beautiful! What’s it feel like?”

I stared down at my now nine inch cock, a third of it the ‘head’, a beautifully shaped hood of smooth, dark pink flesh. “It feels … amazing, Master.” I smiled. “Please enjoy it, Master?”

“What, here, as you are?” Jim licked his lips. He frowned. “And what’s with all this ‘Master’ stuff?”

“I am your slave, Master. That is what I became when I agreed to enter the unit.” I frowned, puzzled, a small part of me remembering being dared to enter it, and a previous ‘me’ that had simply been a lover and friend of his. Then it became clear. I’d willingly entered the device, and in some way followed my desire to be as I was now. “I …” I hesitated, trying to grasp this concept. “It is what I have wanted to be since we became a couple. The machine has made me what I desired for you …” 

There was a long silence as they considered this.

“You wanted this … For me?” Jim seemed stunned. “And you want me to suck that gorgeous cock right here and right now … as you are?”

I nodded. “Yes, Master. As I am, my balls still in the container, and my arms secured.” I smiled. “And my butt is still fixed on this dildo thing. I think it will not release until I am made to cum …”

“You got it,” Jim knelt and kissed the tip of my rigid cock, then began to use his tongue to tease and explore it, slowly taking more and more of it into his mouth. Around us the others watched, then Mike and his partner moved to a bondage table, stripping as they moved and were followed by Phil and his partner who also found somewhere to relieve their libidos. 

I enjoyed the attention to my cock, savouring the sensations in my now magnificent glans and enjoying the multiple orgasms it produced while not causing me to ejaculate. Dreamily I considered what the machine had revealed — from now on I could enjoy orgasms without ejaculating, unless I was fully covered in latex or leather …

“Master,” I attracted my partner’s attention. “Thank you. Release me, please, I’ll tell you what it’s done to me …”  

“You mean there’s more than what we can see?” Jim set to work releasing my arms, and then easing me out of the scrotum container. “Can you get the dildo …?”

“Yes, Master” I smiled, lifting myself free. Stepping clear of the device, I stroked my cock.  “I hope you like what it has done to me?” 

“More important — do you like it?” Jim put his hands on my hips. “It wouldn’t allow us to release you until we’d entered some ‘modifications’ for you …”

“I love it, Master.” I smiled at his worried look. “I can have as many orgasms as you can give me, but I won’t cum until I’m in exactly the right situation.” I nestled into his arms, and gave my mouth to his kiss. “I don’t know what this thing is, but when you fitted that helmet, suddenly I could ‘hear’ a sort of voice, and then ‘see’ the menu of what it could do.” He grinned. “So you basically followed my desires …”

“Wow.” Jim hesitated. “You say you can only cum in the right situation? What’s that?”

“Put me into a rubber catsuit, then put me into those double stocks.” I smiled as the others watched us. “Then you can all kebab me and someone can enjoy my cock while you’re at it.” I pressed my rigid cock against Jim. “Congratulations, Master. I have been turned into a latex bondage fetish slave. I am now tied to you, to your pleasure and service and this dungeon. My only purpose is to please you or your friends in the use of this equipment.”

“Oh.” Jim swallowed. He’d known, when we bought this house, that it had a history, and had once been used as a bordello specialised in providing male sexual partners for men — but that had been a long time in the past. “So it’s made you into a …”

“Yes, Master. A willing one.” I paused. “If you wish, we can once more offer the services it once offered and I can continue my alternative work from here.” I hesitated, frowning as I ‘heard’ something. “I cannot leave the house from now on …”

“Whoa,” Jim stared. “You can’t leave ..?” Jim remembered the final message display. “O shit. Oh fuck. I’m sorry Den. If I’d known …”

In the background I heard Phil saying something like, “I did try to warn …”

“Don’t be sorry, Master. Sooner or later I would have done this. I’ll get used to it, and I love making love to you …” Our mouths met. I gestured round the dungeon. “Master, this place was a fetish bordello — very high class — and that’s what this machine is here to do. It makes sure it continues with a new group running it.” I laughed. “And you’ve turned me into its permanent resident, I hope you’re going to make full use of me …”

Jim smiled as the others laughed. “I think you can count on it. Now, about that rubber suit?” He remembered. “Oh, it’s upstairs, and you can’t leave here unless we put you in a slave belt, collar and restraint cuffs …”

“Yes, Master.” I smiled. “I think you’ll find those items in the cupboard over there. Shall I fetch them?” 

As I raised my arms for them to fit the belt I wondered if Jim had yet realised that he was now as much a slave of this place as I was. As much as I was now tied firmly to the 'dungeon' and the device I'd just been released from, Jim was now tied to me, and through me, to the device. We were both prisoners. 

Jim