The Apartment

This is a self-contained story, I wrote years ago, I have rewritten and expanded it and finally feel happy with the result.......

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The breakup with Mark, my boyfriend of six long years, had been a messy, drawn-out affair. We'd simply grown apart, our desires diverging on a frustrating, almost comical trajectory. Now, finally free, I'd landed in my own space: a sprawling, airy apartment carved out of a former factory. The high ceilings, exposed brick, and vast windows were a breath of fresh air. This was my sanctuary, a blank canvas screaming for my personal touch. It felt like a rebirth, a chance to shed the remnants of 'us' and embrace the 'me' I'd almost forgotten.

The problem was the previous tenants hadn't quite understood the potential of the space. There were awkwardly placed partition walls, a general sense of clutter, and a lack of flow that grated on my nerves. Renovations were desperately needed. I envisioned a minimalist, art-deco haven, a stark contrast to the knick-knack laden, 1970s-furniture-obsessed world I'd left behind with Mark.

Our diverging tastes had been a symptom of a larger incompatibility, particularly in the bedroom. Mark was a committed bottom, passionate about receiving, and he had the most incredible ass. I loved fucking him, truly. But I'm versatile, and sometimes, just sometimes, I yearned for the roles to be reversed. My desires were met with laughter, a dismissive wave, and a resurgence of enthusiasm for his next visit to the sex club.

He'd started going out more and more, disappearing into the anonymous, pleasure-seeking nightlife. I wasn't inherently bothered by him sleeping with other men; my issue was his complete disinterest in topping, in exploring that side of our intimacy. It felt like a rejection, a silent confirmation that I wasn't enough, or perhaps, that my desires were somehow wrong.

The constant trips to sex clubs, the unspoken judgment when I hinted at wanting to top, it was the final crack in the facade. We sold our apartment, split the proceeds, and I used my share to secure this gem, this diamond in the rough. This was my chance to build a space, and a life, entirely on my own terms.

And so, the renovations began almost the moment the removal van pulled away. I started with the bedroom, tackling a particularly appalling wall that seemed to unnecessarily divide the space. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more than plasterboard. With a satisfying grunt, I ripped it down, revealing… a door. "Well, that's odd," I muttered to myself, intrigued.

I carefully peeled back the layers of wallpaper that obscured the door's surface, revealing a solid-looking wooden frame. After a considerable amount of huffing and puffing – "I really must get back into a routine and find a gym," I reminded myself, feeling the effects of my sedentary post-breakup existence – the door finally creaked open.

Inside was a small room, barely more than a walk-in closet or dressing room. Everything was shrouded in thick, undisturbed dust sheets, hinting that it hadn't been touched in goodness knows how long. The air hung heavy, thick with the musty scent of forgotten things. As the door swung inward, a cloud of dust billowed out, stinging my eyes and coating my tongue. A sneeze erupted, a violent expulsion of the years of accumulated grime. Now, what secrets did this hidden room hold?

"This is all extremely strange," I muttered, the words catching in my throat as I recovered my composure. Dust mites danced in the weak light filtering through the grimy window. Driven by a bizarre curiosity, I pulled one of the dust sheets away with a sharp tug. The fabric, brittle with age, tore slightly. I gasped, stunned at what lay beneath. Three rails crammed with clothes, all black leather. The material looked and felt expensive, supple and thick, though I couldn’t honestly say I knew the difference between good leather and bad. A cloud of dust exploded upwards, invading my nostrils and coating my tongue with a gritty film. I coughed and spluttered, waving my hand in front of my face, but it was no use. The dust was everywhere, a lingering taste of the past.

Driven by an unsettling sense of morbid fascination, I started looking through the clothes. I’d often seen leather men around when Steve and I went out to bars and clubs. Neither of us exactly moved in those circles – more observers than participants – but I knew about the scene, the unspoken language of it, and the uniform they wore. Leather chaps, tight leather jeans, motorcycle jackets bristling with chrome studs and buckles, vests cut low to reveal tanned chests, and even a pair of surprisingly short, tight leather shorts. "Wow," I breathed, the sound a low whistle of disbelief.

Emboldened, I pulled off another dust sheet. This time the rail held an array of headwear, a bizarre collection of hats of differing kinds, from peaked caps to flat caps, all in black leather. And then I saw them: leather jockstraps. Dozens of them, all subtly different, some plain and functional, some studded with menacing-looking metal. Beside them hung collars, again with the same unsettling variation: some simple black bands, but most adorned with rows of intimidating spikes. Underneath the rail, crammed together in a haphazard heap, were boots. At least ten pairs, maybe more, all different styles, but they were all tall, reaching almost to the knee, each one radiating a silent aura of power and transgression.

"I don't believe all this," I exclaimed, my voice echoing in the silent room. "What is all this doing here?" Driven by a need to uncover the source of this strange collection, I pulled another dust sheet away, revealing a chest. A rather old-fashioned chest, to be precise, with a domed top and thick leather straps crisscrossing its surface. I fumbled with the buckles, undoing the straps and gently lifting the lid. Just like in an old-fashioned horror movie, the hinges creaked in protest as I opened it, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The theatricality of it all almost made me laugh. But my laughter soon turned to shock, a wave of disbelief washing over me. All sorts of toys were inside, but not children's toys. Dildos of various sizes and…anatomical correctness, butt plugs gleaming under the dim light, cock rings of polished steel, and a load of other things that, to my bewildered eyes, looked unnervingly like medieval torture equipment.

I sank onto the dusty floor, my legs suddenly weak, and looked around the room, a whirlwind of questions swirling in my mind. What the hell was going on? What was I supposed to do with all this? I had no idea who the previous owner was, what secrets these leather garments hid. The estate agent who sold it to me had merely said the apartment had been empty for years, gathering dust and cobwebs. The chap who lived there had died in a plane crash, and it had taken that long for all his estate to be settled, because – as the agent had put it with a shrug – he had died intestate.

I was confused, undeniably worried, and most of all desperately in need of a drink. I pushed myself up from the floor, leaving a faint impression of my jeans in the dust, and went straight to the kitchen. I yanked open the fridge door, expecting…well, something. "No fucking beer, huh." It never occurred to me that I rarely drank beer. Resigned, I grabbed my money and keys from the cluttered countertop and headed for the local corner shop.

I scanned the shelves, a bewildering array of lagers and ales, before settling on a six-pack of Stella Artois. "Oh, and 20 Marlboro Reds, please, with a lighter," I said, handing him the beer across the counter. The words felt strange in my mouth, alien.

I got outside and immediately lit up the cigarette, inhaling deeply. The nicotine hit my system with an unexpected force, making me cough, but beneath the initial harshness was a strange sense of…satisfaction? "Fuck, that’s better," I muttered, the smoke curling around me. Like the beer, it had never occurred to me that I didn’t smoke. Or, at least, I hadn't used to.

I walked back across the road and up to my apartment, the plastic bag rustling against my leg. I went out onto the balcony, perched at the edge of the open space, opened a Stella, and lit another cigarette. I stood and watched the world go by, a silent observer on my own little stage, until I had finished both the beer and the smoke. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street, when I realized I had been out on the balcony all afternoon, lost in thought and nicotine-induced haze. "Fuck, look at the time." I went inside and made myself something to eat - a microwave meal, quick and tasteless. As I sat down on the kitchen chair, something felt odd, different, and undeniably strange. A vague sense of unease settled over me, prickling my skin. I looked down at myself, at my legs, and saw the impossible: where there had once been a slight definition, a hint of muscle, now there was a visible change, a sculpted strength that hadn't been there before. "What the fuck is happening to me?" The words were a strangled whisper, lost in the gathering darkness.

I stumbled back, reeling, and practically threw myself into the bedroom. My eyes darted immediately to the mirror. The figure staring back was a grotesque parody, a distorted echo of the man I knew. Except…it was me.

The old me, meek and unremarkable, stood at a paltry 5'6" with the build of a starved pigeon. The reflection now towered over six feet, a sculpted landscape of muscle that rippled even in the dim light. My jawline, once soft and undefined, was now a sharp, aggressive square, dusted with a shadow of stubble that, impossibly, looked good. Countless attempts in the past had resulted in patchy, pathetic failures. But this...this was different. This face commanded attention.

I pivoted, a strange disconnect between my mind and the powerful body I now inhabited. My hand instinctively slapped against my rear. "Wow… that is fucking huge." It was a revelation. Years of flat, unremarkable nothingness had been replaced by a glorious, undeniably bubble butt. Round, firm, and… luscious was definitely the right word. A strange, burgeoning heat bloomed low in my stomach.

A sharp, stinging pain shot through my ears, quickly followed by a similar sensation in my nipples. I whipped back around to the mirror, a prickle of unease starting to crawl up my spine. The changes were escalating, becoming… outrageous. My earlobes were now stretched, displaying small, dark flesh tunnels. And my nipples… Christ, my nipples were sporting thick, heavy rings, the metal glinting cruelly in the light, and had tripled in size, swollen and sensitive. The final blow: my neatly combed blonde hair was gone, replaced with a brutally close-cropped skinhead look that somehow accentuated the harsh angles of my new face.

"I don't understand any of this," I breathed, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered, "But fuck…I like it." A wide, predatory smile stretched across my transformed features. The image in the mirror grinned back, a chillingly confident expression that both thrilled and terrified me.

Then, another jolt of pain, this time focused on my groin. Dread mixed with a perverse curiosity. I looked down. My breath hitched. It wasn't just bigger; it was monstrous. At least five inches had been added to its length, and the girth… it was thick, heavy, and throbbing with a life of its own. A large, gleaming ring pierced the head, catching the light like a wicked promise.

My legs suddenly felt weak. I needed to sit. I retreated back to the kitchen, my mind reeling, and somehow managed to finish the last of my food, the taste now foreign and muted. After the meal, a powerful craving hit me. I needed a smoke. I drifted out onto the balcony, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin (or what I imagined was still my skin), absently lighting a cigarette, completely unaware that I was standing stark naked in the open air.

With the nicotine buzzing in my veins, a new sensation began to build, a raw, primal need. It was an insistent whisper at first, then a roaring demand that drowned out all other thoughts. I needed…cock. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. I crushed the cigarette under my bare foot and turned back inside, drawn to the bedroom with an irresistible force.

I started rifling through my wardrobe, a jumbled mess of clothes that suddenly felt utterly inadequate. But my mind was already elsewhere, pulled towards the back room, the room I usually kept locked, the room that housed… the leathers.

"No. Don't be ridiculous," I muttered, the protest weak and unconvincing. A moment later, I found myself standing in the doorway, as if on autopilot. The room pulsed with a dark, almost palpable energy. My eyes scanned the walls lined with leather, my heart beginning to pound a wild rhythm in my chest.

It felt less like choosing and more like being chosen. My hands moved with a will of their own, selecting pieces with unerring precision: a studded jockstrap, the metal cold against my palms; chaps, heavy and smelling of oiled leather; a short-sleeved leather shirt, tight and unforgiving; and finally, a studded leather motorcycle jacket, the metal gleaming like predatory teeth. I laid them out carefully on the bed, each piece radiating a dark, sensual power.

Then, driven by an almost manic compulsion, I headed to the bathroom. A thorough cleansing was required, inside and out. As I lathered my face, I noticed the sparse hair on my chin seemed to be… dissolving, simply fading away under my touch. I paused, a fleeting moment of surprise, then shrugged it off and continued my ablutions, the feeling of submission now dominating my senses.

When I finished showering, I reached for the chest tucked away in the corner. Inside, nestled amongst silk scarves and restraints, were the tools I needed: lube and a generously sized butt plug. I coated my hand with the slick gel and liberally greased my ass, using my fingers to push the lube as deep as I could. "Fuck… that feels good." I'd experimented before, a furtive pleasure indulged in when my ex wasn't around, but this… this was different. More intense, more demanding. I flexed my muscles, probing deeper, a low moan escaping my lips as my fingers found my sweet spot. "Fuck… I do need cock tonight." With a sigh of pure, unadulterated pleasure, I slipped the plug into my ass, the cool metal a delightful contrast against the burning need.

I scrambled into the leathers as soon as I could pull myself away from the blissful agony of my ass. My cock hardened to steel at the thought of each piece covering my body. The studded jockstrap was the first layer, cradling my engorged member in its rough embrace. The pins pressed against my skin, a delicious blend of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. The leather chaps and shirt were skintight, moulding to my newfound muscles, a second skin that felt both constricting and liberating.

As I pulled on the leather jacket, it seemed to blend to my body, the weight of it grounding me, completing the transformation. But I paused, pulling it off again. Footwear was important. I knew, with absolute certainty, that they would fit. I reached for the Westco harness boots. I pulled them on and the did indeed fit me perfectly, they looked new but fitted me like an old pair of gloves. The shaft came to just below the knee and the soles were double thickness.

Finally, I delved into the chest once more, retrieving a pair of supple leather gloves and a pair of Ray-Ban aviators to complete the ensemble. The transformation was complete. I was ready. The hunger was insatiable.

A strange paralysis gripped me as I tried to leave the room and return to the bedroom. An invisible force held me captive. Somehow, I managed to shuffle my feet towards the chest. I threw open the lid, and there it was, bathed in the room's faint light: a monstrous butt plug, an obscene monument of silicone.

"What?" I blurted out, disbelief warring with a nervous thrill. "No way I can take that thing." Yet, my legs remained stubbornly rooted to the floor. A strange sense of inevitability washed over me. I knew what I had to do. The moment my fingers closed around the cool, smooth surface of the plug; the paralysis vanished. I was free to move.

I stumbled into the bedroom. "No fucking way," I repeated, my eyes fixated on the behemoth now resting on the bedspread. It seemed to pulse with an almost malevolent energy.

Time seemed to warp and bend. I lost track of the minutes, maybe hours. The next thing I knew, I was inhaling the sharp, dizzying scent of poppers, the bottle slick in my hand. I liberally coated the monstrous plug with lubricant, the slick gel reflecting the dim light like a perverse mirror. Another hit of poppers, and I reached behind, withdrawing the smaller plug currently occupying my ass. A strange, detached curiosity filled me as I presented the gaping maw of my hole to the intimidating mass of the new arrival.

I sat down, a slow, agonizing inch at a time. The cool, unyielding material stretched and strained, pushing against my inner walls. I felt the familiar tightening, the prelude to pleasure and pain intertwined. The base, impossibly wide, loomed closer. I inhaled a lungful of poppers, a desperate attempt to relax and surrender. With a final, agonizing push, it slid home, seating itself deep inside me.

"FUCK!" I gasped, a mixture of shock and a strange, burgeoning satisfaction. I stood up, testing the sensation, my hips swaying involuntarily. "Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good. I have no idea how I managed to get that in but, fuck yes."

The decision was made. I finished dressing, pulling on the leather motorcycle jacket, the scent of the leather and sweat clinging to its fibres. Aviator sunglasses shielded my eyes, completing the image of a reckless wanderer. I patted my pockets, ensuring I had smokes, money, and the essential poppers. Then, I descended the stairs and stepped out into the London night.

I hadn't lived in this part of the city for long, but a strange instinct guided me. I navigated the labyrinthine streets with a newfound purpose, arriving at a club with the simple, provocative name 'The Hole' emblazoned above the door. A small queue snaked along the pavement, a diverse collection of individuals united by a shared desire for transgression: leathermen, rubbermen, skinheads, and a scattering of men in uniform, their faces etched with anticipation.

I joined the queue, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling into the cool night air. As we shuffled forward, I felt a hand on my ass, slow, deliberate caresses that sent a shiver down my spine. I instinctively shifted back, signalling my acquiescence.

The man behind me leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "Nice ass, boy. Big and bubbly. And the fact that it's plugged is a bonus."

A smile played on my lips. I turned my head and saw a skinhead, his jeans straining against what looked like at least ten inches of beer can cock down his left leg. I let out a low moan, my gaze sweeping up and down his muscular frame. He met my eyes, a predatory glint in his own. "I will allow you to buy me a beer when we get inside, boy," he said, his voice rough and assertive.

“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

I turned to face away from him as I wanted him to play with my ass. He was pulling and pushing the plug seated deep in my ass, it felt good, no it felt fucking wonderful. I wondered if he was going to pull it out. “I’d love to yank that fucker out and ram my huge cock in your cunt boy, right here, right now.” I moaned loudly at the thought of getting fucked in the street “you must like the idea of getting fucked in the street boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Sounds like you and I will get on boy. in fact, as soon as we get inside, I am going to bend that cunt of yours over the bar, pull that fucker out of your cunt and ram my huge fucker deep right up to my bull sized balls, do you like that idea boy?”

“Fucking hell, yes sir.” he grinned and pushed me up against the wall outside the door, he forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me showing me that he was the alpha male.

We finally got inside, and I paid entry for the two of us, I followed sir to the bar where he immediately bent me over and yanked out the plug, the place was quite busy and a load of guys just stood and watched and he yanked out the huge plug in my ass, I heard some of the crowd gasp as they saw the huge plug plonked on the bar.  He opened his skintight bleachers and hauled out a huge fucking cock, it had multiple piercings through the head of his cock, I think I counted at least 6 different piercings. He winked at me and turned my head to the bar away from him, I felt the head of his huge cock at the entrance to my ass, then next thing was him piledriving every inch as deep as it could go, I screamed a bit at the force of entry “yeah, you fucking cunt, scream for your alpha, fucking turns me on hearing a boy scream when they get my fucker inside ‘em.”

One of the barman who was dressed in rubber and tall boots with red socks and red laces, came over, “he needs something to keep him quiet” he unzipped his rubber and took out his cock, he pushed his cock into my mouth and face fucked me, he was pushing in at the same time the skinhead was pushing his huge fucker in my ass.

“The skinhead laughed “That has shut the fucker up alright, just fucking look at him, he is trying to fuck himself on my cock now, I think he is enjoying himself.”

Both the barman and the skinhead used me as hard as they could, both fucking each hole as hard as possible, I felt no pain, only complete pleasure at being used so hard. the guys watching were in awe and loads were wanking themselves as the scene unfolded. A guy knelt on the floor at my cock, he moved the leather jock out of the way and took my own cock deep into his throat.

Almost immediately I exploded into his throat, he gulped down my jizz “fuck yeah” the skinhead shouted over the thumping music “fucking clench those cunt muscles.” When I finished shooting my load, I clenched the muscles in my cunt as the skinhead ordered. “Fuck yeah, good boy.”

I felt the rubbered barman push his cock as deep as he could go and he left it deep, I felt his cock pulse in my throat and his load shot out the end like a bullet from a gun, I felt it slide down into my stomach. The barman did not move his cock out of my throat, and I wondered why, I soon found out as he took a piss in my throat, when he nearly finished, he did pull out slightly and let me savour the last drops.

The skinhead lunged deep in my cunt and stayed put, I felt his huge, pierced cock pulse and unload in my cunt. He too stayed deep, and I thought that he was resting to fuck me a second time, but I soon found out as he began to take a piss in my cunt “Fuck yeah” I moaned out instantly loving this new sensation.

The skinhead finally pulled out of my cunt and reached for the butt plug and pushed that back into my cunt “There you go boy, that’ll keep my cum and piss where it is.” He grinned and pulled me deep into a long hot snog.

He then turned to the barman “couple of bottles of Becks please.”

The rubbered barman handed them over “On me sexy.” Looking and winking at the two of us. He went back do to the other end of the bar.

“You are a great fuck boy; glad I  was behind you in the queue.”

“Thank you, sir.” I said as he walked away.

I nursed my pint at the bar, people-watching as a way to pass the time. My attention snagged on a skinhead, but this one was different, clad in tight rubber. The material clung to him, outlining a substantial bulge that immediately piqued my interest. He noticed my gaze lingering on his crotch and, with a casual air, caressed the prominent shape straining against the rubber.

A magnetic pull drew me towards him. Before I could even formulate a thought, I found myself kneeling before him, my eyes fixated on the impressive cock encased in the unforgiving rubber. "Like what you see, boy?" he drawled, a hint of dominance in his voice.

I looked up, meeting his gaze for a fleeting moment, and nodded, a simple "yes sir" escaping my lips. An uncontrollable urge washed over me, and I leaned forward, my tongue instinctively reaching towards the tantalizing bulge, eager to taste the rubber that contained his hardness.

"NO," he barked, his voice cutting through my anticipation like a knife. I recoiled; my eyes still glued to the spectacle before me. "You have to fucking earn the right to suck my cock, boy."

I lifted my gaze to his face, his scowl a clear indication of his displeasure. I averted my eyes, lowering them to the floor, shame washing over me. "Too fucking right, boy, you should look away from me. What the fuck do you think you are going to do to earn the right to suck my cock, boy?" he sneered.

My mind raced, searching for an answer that would appease him. In a moment of desperate inspiration, I dropped to the floor and began to lick his skinhead boots. They already gleamed with a polished sheen, but I reasoned that the touch of my tongue couldn't hurt.

I meticulously cleaned every inch of his boots, from the soles to the top of the shaft, where they met his knees. I worked diligently, my tongue tracing every contour, every imperfection. He stood motionless, observing my efforts, or at least I assumed he was. I was too afraid to lift my head and meet his gaze.

Finally, I sat back on my heels, hoping that I had performed adequately. "Fair job, boy," he conceded, his tone still laced with condescension. "You need to learn to work the tongue harder. An alpha likes to feel a boy's tongue through his boots."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I mumbled, still refusing to make eye contact.

"Follow me, boy," he commanded, turning and walking away. I scrambled to my feet, but he immediately stopped. "Who the fuck said you could stand, boy?"

I instantly dropped back to my knees, understanding dawning on me. A smirk played on his lips as he continued his advance, and I followed on all fours, my humiliation complete. He led me to the smoking area, where he lit a cigarette. "Do you smoke, boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Good boy," he said, a sliver of approval in his voice. He passed me his cigarette and lit another for himself. I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if I had finally done something to please him. Then, I felt the weight of his booted foot pressing down on my back. I lowered myself further to the ground, instinctively knowing that this was what he desired. "Good boy, well done," he murmured, his foot remaining firmly planted on my spine. The praise, however meagre, filled me with a sense of accomplishment.

Emboldened, I risked a glance upwards. His eyes were fixed on me, his scowl still firmly in place. I immediately looked away, a shiver of fear running down my spine. I thought I heard a chuckle, but it could have been my imagination, a figment of my desperate desire to please him.

He removed his foot from my back and extinguished his cigarette. Without a word, he turned and walked away. I followed, still on all fours, assuming that this was his unspoken command. He didn't look back, confident that I would remain obedient, forever trailing in his wake.

He went into the toilets; he stood arms folded until I moved in front of him. he got his cock out of his skintight rubber, it was huge, at least 13 inches long and a huge fucking girth, I was salivating at the sheer size of it.

He began to piss; I wanted to move but I stayed still and let him cover me in his piss. When he finished pissing, I was covered in his piss, I was a little shocked, but I also realised my cock was as hard as I had ever felt, mind you the pins inside pushing against my stiff cock, was also turning me on fucking big time. “Thank you, sir.”

He turned and walked off leaving his huge hard cock out of his tight rubber suit, I stayed on all fours and followed behind him, I was dripping piss but what the fuck, I didn’t care.

He stopped and leant against a wall and turned to face me. “You have proved yourself worthy boy, get that hard fucker in your throat and I mean every fucking inch.”

I took the large piercing into my mouth, I pushed gently and felt it at the back of my throat ‘there is no fucking way this is going down my throat’ I thought, but then I closed my eyes and pushed gently, it was as if I had been taking huge fat cocks all my life, my throat opened, and I pushed down and pushed inwards at the same time.

“Fucking ace boy, well done, you have the fucking lot and fucking great it feels too.” he took hold of my head and started to face fuck me hard, I expected to gag or at least to want to heave, but nothing happened. I sat there with this fucking butch alpha skinhead wearing skintight rubber, using me to get off.

I remained prostrate on the floor, anticipating further commands. He regarded me with a smile, and with a subtle nod, I rose to my feet. "Stay put, boy." He turned and sauntered towards the bar. I obeyed his instruction, my gaze fixed on the barman as he reached behind the counter. He retrieved something and returned to me. "Good boy."

A surge of satisfaction coursed through me at his praise, though I was uncertain of its purpose. The rubber-clad skinhead encircled my neck with his large hands and fastened a heavy link chain around it. He secured it with a hefty padlock. "You won't be able to remove this, boy, unless I permit it. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," I responded promptly.

"You'll never be able to conceal it either. It will always be on display, so everyone knows what you are."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"Now, fetch a couple of pints. I'll be outside smoking."

"Yes sir." I turned and collected two beers, carrying them outside. Sir was engaged in conversation. I presented him with his beer, and he, in turn, handed me a cigarette and nodded towards the pavement. I settled onto the ground, smoking and drinking my beer while he continued his chat.

The rubber skinhead placed his booted foot on my lap. I instinctively held onto it and lowered myself further, eager to lick and worship his boot. I felt his hand on my scalp, a clear indication that I was behaving exactly as he desired. I smoked, I licked, and for some inexplicable reason, I had no desire to be anywhere else at that moment. Passersby observed me, some mocking, but I was oblivious, fixated solely on the rubber skinhead and his boots.

Another cigarette was extended to me, which I accepted with gratitude, continuing my worship of his boot while smoking. After a while, he grasped my chain collar and hoisted me to my feet. He kissed me, right there on the street. I melted into his embrace as he kissed me deeply. "So, boy, do you want the job?"

"Yes sir," I replied with conviction. "I've never come twice, nor hands-free before. You arouse me in ways I've never experienced. I just hope that I can prove worthy."

He drew me closer and kissed me again. "Good boy. From now on, I'll be running your life. Things are going to drastically change. You will do anything, and I mean anything, I instruct, no matter how bizarre, won't you, boy?"

"Yes sir, of course, sir," I affirmed.

"Then we'll get along well." He tugged me back inside the club, and we sat at the bar, allowing people to observe us for a while. I sensed sir's gaze on me. I turned to meet his eyes, and he grinned. "I can't wait to begin implementing the changes I have planned for you, boy. The small flesh tunnels look good, but I want those fuckers as large as they can get. Those nipples also need large rings, too. I want those fuckers drooping." He grinned and pulled my head towards his, kissing me. As he pulled back, he grabbed my chain and dragged me towards the exit.

He hailed a cab, and we climbed inside. "Where to, mate?" the cabbie inquired.

Sir remained silent. Suddenly, I realized we were heading to my place. "23 Windsor Road, SW15," I directed the cabbie. He set off, and we were on our way.

As I opened the front door to the apartments, I started to step inside, but sir abruptly pulled me back. "Boy," he said with an edge of annoyance, "as the alpha, I always go first."

I retreated and allowed him to enter the reception area. As I followed behind him, he seized my neck, twisting me around and covering my throat with his hand, restricting my breathing. I was genuinely terrified, and it must have been evident on my face. "Just a taste of what will happen if you displease me," he explained, releasing his grip. We kissed. I allowed him to enter the lift first, and of course, exit first on the top floor. I opened my front door and stepped back, watching him enter before following.

He stepped back, all smiles. "Nice place you have, boy." I gave him a tour, omitting the building work concealed behind dust sheets. He settled onto the settee. Knowing what was expected, I sat on the floor next to him. I immediately began tending to his boots, having quickly adapted to worshipping them, a task I knew I would relish in the future.

He lit a cigarette. I scurried to fetch him an ashtray and a bottle of beer from the fridge. He simply winked as I handed him the beer, then took a long, deep drag from the cigarette. He pulled me towards him by my chain collar and exhaled the smoke into my face. I willingly inhaled it, relishing the idea of taking the alpha's second-hand smoke into my lungs.

"Thank you, sir," I murmured.

"You may remove my boots and socks, boy." He leaned back, enjoying his smoke. I began untying his boot laces, meticulously studying how to put them back on. Once the laces of one boot were undone, I carefully removed it and rolled down his sock, taking it off. The socks reeked of sweat, as if they hadn't been washed in days, but it didn't bother me. In fact, the sock began to smell alluring. I inhaled deeply, savouring sir's scent.

I looked up at him. He was grinning, and I could feel myself blushing. "No need to be embarrassed, boy. I want you to know my smell. Just wait until I get this rubber off. I've been wearing it all fucking day. I stink under here. You'll fucking love it."

I removed his other boot and placed both tidily out of the way. Sir stood up and lowered his rubber jeans, revealing a near-perfectly muscled body beneath, heavily tattooed from my vantage point on the floor. "Stand," he commanded. I stood. "You can take this off, boy." I carefully pulled the rubber jeans down and off his feet. His huge, hard cock sprang out, stiff and needy. I groaned, wanting it desperately. "Later, boy."

He pulled off his own tight rubber top. "Now, get your mouth into my armpits, boy, and start licking." I had never done anything like this before, but I knew deep down it was what I wanted. I wanted to taste this alpha skinhead and take it into my mouth. I pressed my mouth to one armpit and began licking, feeling my own cock leaking in anticipation.

"Do you like my musk, boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir, thank you for allowing me to take it into my worthless body," I replied.

"Good boy." I moved to his other armpit, licking until there was nothing left. I stepped back when I had finished licking both armpits. Sir sat down on the settee and instructed me to hang up his rubber. I hung them up and stood looking at him. He was covered in tattoos. The only parts of his body not covered were his hands, feet, and head. My whole body shuddered, and I shot cum again without even touching myself. "You're a horny boy, aren't you?" I nodded, utterly embarrassed at shooting my load. "No need to get embarrassed, boy. I like the fact you shoot without touching yourself. You must find me very horny," he said with a chuckle.

"Now are you taking me to bed? I need that big bubble butt of yours. I'm so going to ram this fucker deep in your cunt, boy. I just hope it's as receptive as your throat." He said, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.

I led the way to my bedroom, a nervous thrill coursing through me. I stripped off my piss-stinking leathers, letting them drop to the floor in a heap. Now, he could see me properly, my body laid bare for his appraisal.

"Mmmm, need to get you to a gym, boy," he mused, circling me like prey. "A light smattering of muscles, but I want you much fucking larger. My boy will look like a body builder but loves nothing more than taking cock in whichever hole I want to use."

He walked around and looked at me from the rear, he slapped my ass “nice cunt as I said boy, big, juicy and ripe for fucking.” He appeared in front of me, he grabbed me by the neck and planted a kiss on my lips. We snogged for what seemed like ages I melted into his arms. He stepped back grinning “I take it you like kissing boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, so do I. Ever thought about getting some tatts boy?”

“I did a few years ago but my boyfriend at the time laughed when I suggested it.”

"Well, I will get you working out in the gym for a couple of months, get that body much fucking bigger and I will arrange for you to be tatted and you will have a load more piercings too boy, all to my specifications of course."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." I replied, my voice barely a whisper, excitement and submission warring within me. I took him into the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I got out the lube and put it on the bedside cabinet, I sat on the bed and waited for him to make the first move.

He sat next to me and kissed me, as we kissed, he fell back, I had no option but to follow. He spun his legs round; I did the same and he got on top. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and moved down so he could eat me out. I felt his tongue at the entrance to my ass, I had never been rimmed before, this felt so erotic and sexy, I felt his tongue edge deeper into my ass, I was surprised I was opening so easily, I always had to top with my former boyfriend, so the fact that I was opening so easily was odd but fucking wonderful.

I felt a finger or was that two push into my ass, deeper and deeper they went until I jumped as he flicked my prostate. "Feel good boy?" he murmured against my skin, his voice laced with possessive satisfaction.

"Fuck, yes sir." I gasped, arching into his touch, my body trembling with a potent mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He leant down and as we kissed, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass, I realised that he had not used lube and I clenched attempting to stop the pain of entry. "If you clench boy, it will hurt you even more, I never use lube, never have done and never will, this huge fucker is going in your cunt whether you like it or not," he growled, his grip tightening on my ass. He kissed me pushing his tongue as deep as it would go. My apprehension warred with a desperate desire to please him, to submit completely to his desires.

We kissed and I automatically relaxed without even thinking about it, I felt the head of his huge cock enter my ass and I felt the head inside me. we were still kissing as he pushed more and more into my ass, I could not really understand why I was able to take him, he was so long and fat. Mind you I did not really care how I was taking his huge monster cock it felt so fucking wonderful.

“Mmmm, that feels great boy, I knew you would be able to take all of me, just like you did in your throat.”

“You mean I have taken everything sir?” I said in disbelief.

“You have boy well done; you should be proud of yourself.” Sir began fucking me, gently at first, he was looking deep into my eyes as he fucked, watching for signs of pain, finding none he got quicker and ended up really pounding me hard. “Fuck yeah boy, so fucking good.”

He was fucking me so hard; I was slowly moving up the bed, my head hit the headboard, but I did not care, the fuck he was giving me overrode any other pain. Sir let out what sounded like a blood curdling scream, and I felt him unload spurt after spurt after spurt of cum deep in my ass.

He lay down on top of me and kissed me, his cock was still lodged in my ass, it was still hard. “That was amazing boy, best fuck I have had for fucking ages.” He grinned and kissed me again.

As he lay on top, I started caressing the patterns in his tatts, they looked so fucking sexy on his muscled body. “Do you like what you see boy?”

“Yes sir, you are so fucking sexy, right amount of muscles, I love your tatts” as I was talking, I felt my ass start to fill up, I realised he was pissing in my ass. “Oh fuck” I said surprised.

Sir grinned “Just taking a piss boy, problem?”

“No sir, no problem at all.” I said with a huge grin.

I pulled him down and we snogged deeply as he filled me with his piss. “Mmmm” he moaned “I love filling a boys cunt with piss, sadly though it does not happen often, a lot of boys are scared to take my huge fucker, somehow I knew you would be different, that’s why I ain’t letting you go.”

“Thank you, sir, I hope I will be a good boy for you.”

“I fucking hope you ain’t too good, I want to slap that huge cunt, make you nice and red, perhaps even a few welts, then take you out and show your cunt off to all the boys.” I must have look shocked, sir simply smiled “you will beg me to beat you boy, at some stage you will sooner or later want me to beat you, you will fuck up on purpose just to get my hand slapping your cunt.”

Sir pulled me to him, and we kissed “now let’s get some sleep boy, it is very late.” I laid my head on his muscled chest, and we slept like that for the rest of the night.

**********

I woke the next morning to a delightful pain in my tits, sir was tweaking both giving me such delightful pain “Morning sir.”

“Morning boy, I need a piss.”

Something inside me told me that he wasn’t wanting me to move, so he could go into the toilet. I moved down the bed under the duvet and took his large piercing into my mouth, I gently pushed and took him into my throat until his bull balls were hitting my chin, I heard sir moan in delight as he began pissing deep in my throat.

I wanted to suck him off when he finished pissing but I knew I would be told if I was allowed to do that, so I moved back up the bed “thank you sir.” I said beaming.

“Okay boy, I take it you wanted to suck me off?” I nodded “but you didn’t, I suppose you were waiting for me to allow you to suck me off?”

“Yes sir.”

Sir beamed, planting a kiss on my lips. "Well done, boy, you learn quickly. Now, onto the gym. We're hitting it today, and I'm taking you to mine. No time like the present to start sculpting those bodybuilder muscles I imagine for you."

Sir changed into his rubber gear and boots from the previous night, a sight that ignited my desire once again. My cock strained against my shorts, pointing upwards. Sir noticed, his gaze traveling from my erection to my face, a wide smile spreading across his features. "Just wait until you have the muscles I want on you," he said, his voice laced with promise. "You'll look even more magnificent in rubber and boots."

We made our way to the front door. I was dressed simply in shorts and a tee, creating a rather odd pairing with Sir in his rubber attire, especially on a bright, late morning. Sir hailed a black cab. He lived quite a distance from me, and his gym was conveniently located close to his residence.

"Here we are, boy," he announced as we arrived. I opened the door and allowed Sir to enter first. A man stood behind the reception desk, emerging to greet Sir. He was dressed in full skinhead attire, a curious choice for a gym, I thought. "Boss, good to see you," he said, his voice gruff.

They exchanged a fist bump. "Everything okay, Jonny?" Sir asked.

"Yes, boss." We proceeded through the gym, and Sir led me into an office with a "MANAGER" sign on the door. "Are you confused, boy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Just a bit, sir," I admitted.

"I own and manage this place," he explained. "The guy on the counter, Jonny, is my right-hand man. The boys here respond well to a skinhead barking orders and pushing them to work harder." He chuckled. "Now, I need to change into my gym gear, and then we'll get you sorted."

Sir shed his tight rubber suit after I removed his boots and socks. He donned a jockstrap, a vest, and a pair of trainers. "There," he said, looking at me expectantly. I was unable to tear my eyes away from the prominent bulge in his jockstrap. He stepped closer, lifting my chin. Grinning, he kissed me deeply. "Now, boy," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm going to give you a couple of injections. They'll help you work out, increase your muscle mass and definition, and induce a few other changes."

My shocked expression must have been evident, as I immediately assumed he was giving me steroids. "Don't panic, boy. They aren't steroids, well, not exactly. This is how I made my money. I invented a safe alternative to steroids. And before you say anything, you do trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I don't know why, but yes, I do," I replied honestly.

"I know we've only known each other for less than 24 hours, but trust is paramount in a master and boy relationship. Oh, and yes, we are having a relationship. I'm not letting you go, whether you want to or not. You are mine, boy, mine to control and use as I see fit. Any questions, boy?"

I smiled at him and shook my head. "You've already done things and touched parts of me that others can only dream about, and I'm not just referring to the size of your beautiful cock," I said, still grinning.

Sir laughed and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss. "I hope you retain that little bit of rebelliousness, boy. I'm not looking for a slave."

I nodded and knelt, licking the pouch of his jockstrap. "Damn," I said, inhaling the scent emanating from the well-filled pouch.

"I suppose you expected it to be stained with cum, piss, and sweat?" Sir asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I looked up and nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. Sir grinned. "Hang on a second." He walked over to his desk, removed the jockstrap he was wearing, and pulled another from the drawer. He returned and stood directly in front of me. The scent of the jockstrap was rising and invading my nostrils, it was glorious, a heady mix of Sir's sweat, hints of cum, and the unmistakable aroma of piss.

"Thank you, sir, for changing. How can I express my gratitude?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.

"You can bend over the desk and lower your shorts." I eagerly obeyed, rushing to the desk and assuming the position. Sir laughed. "I'm not going to fuck you, boy, at least not yet. I'm going to inject you." Sir prepared the two injections and administered one into each cheek of my ass. "There, that didn't hurt, did it?"

"No, sir, it was just a tiny prick," I said, giggling.

"Come on, boy," he said, laughing and shaking his head at my terrible joke. "Jonny will be looking after you today. He'll put you through your paces and make you work fucking hard. You'll be exhausted, but he'll keep pushing you. The more he pushes, the more effective the injections I gave you will be."

**********

The gym session had been brutal. Sir was right about Jonny; the man was relentless. He'd pushed me through each exercise, past the point of exhaustion, and then somehow found a way to push me even further. I don't think I had ever worked so hard in my life. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned, and all I wanted to do was collapse. But then, a thought echoed in my mind: "This is what Sir wants." Over and over, I repeated it, letting it fuel me. It was a mantra, a purpose, something to cling to when my body threatened to give out.

Finally, Jonny called a halt. “Okay, boy,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. He hauled me to my feet, practically carrying me to Sir's office. “I think he will sleep like a baby tonight, boss.”

Jonny departed, leaving me to collapse into the nearest chair, a sweat-soaked heap of limbs and aching muscles.

“You look shattered, boy?” Sir observed, his tone laced with amusement.

“That’s an understatement, sir,” I managed to croak out.

“Good. That means the serum will work better. Come on, let's get you home.” Sir’s words sparked a flicker of anticipation amidst the exhaustion. The serum... what would its effects be?

He led me outside, and a taxi was waiting as if summoned. The moment I settled into the backseat, the relentless fatigue overwhelmed me. The last thing I remembered was leaning my head against Sir's shoulder before oblivion claimed me.

A gentle touch woke me. “Boy,” Sir was saying softly, his hand caressing my cheek. I blinked, struggling to orient myself. “We are at your place, boy. I thought you would sleep better in your own bed.”

The moment we were through the front door, Sir scooped me up, his strong arms cradling me against his chest. I was still weak from whatever he had injected me with, but grateful for his care. He carried me through the hallway and into my bedroom, the scent of clean linen and my own faint sweat filling my nostrils. Gently, he lay me down on the bed. The soft mattress was heaven. My eyes fluttered closed, and exhaustion claimed me. Almost instantly, I was lost in a deep, dreamless sleep.

I didn't stir once throughout the entire night. When I finally woke the following morning, a heavy warmth pressed against my backside. I could feel Sir behind me, the unmistakable pressure of his huge, hard cock nudging my ass. A thrill shot through me. I wiggled my butt slightly, a silent signal to let him know I was awake and receptive.

"Ah, finally, boy," he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and desire. "I've been awake for ages, waiting for you to rise. I need a piss."

Without a word, I scrambled down the bed as quickly as my still-sluggish body allowed. I knelt before him, my heart pounding in anticipation. Carefully, reverently, I took Sir's thick member into my mouth, my lips closing around its massive head. I slowly, deliberately, slid down, taking him as deep as I could into my throat.

Sir began to urinate, a warm, powerful stream flooding my mouth. As usual, he went as deep as possible, stretching me and filling every crevice. It eliminated any need to drink. It always felt... good, submitting to him in this way, being Sir's living urinal, letting him relieve himself within me. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for approval. His eyes were closed, his face tight with concentration. I sensed he was trying to control himself, trying to prevent a full erection. I knew what came next if he were to get fully hard – he would rape my throat until he lost his seed. 'Sir is being thoughtful today,' I thought with a hint of gratitude.

When he finished, I eased myself up and planted a small kiss on his lips, eager to taste his own, potent piss still lingering there. He enjoyed that, I knew.

"What is the plan for today, Sir?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse.

"Food, gym, and sleep," he said, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Those are your only tasks until the weekend. That gives you three more days to work that body and three more days of injections. We'll have the weekend off and begin again on Monday."

"Yes, Sir, I understand." A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. "I do have to look for work, Sir. I only have a small amount of money left. I will accept any changes you require of me, Sir, but my job prospects will be limited somewhat."

A flicker of something – perhaps concern, perhaps irritation – crossed his face. "I see, boy. Thank you for being honest. I'll come up with something."

"Thank you, Sir. I know this is what you want, and I want to be the best boy I can be for you, Sir. I trust you implicitly, despite my own reservations about the injections." 'What even is in those things?!' I thought.

Sir stepped forward and planted a soft but possessive kiss on my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and we made out, the taste of his piss mingling with my saliva. My cock instantly hardened, throbbing against my stomach in anticipation. I felt Sir's huge monster get hard against me.

Sir stepped back, breaking the kiss. "Thank you, boy. The fact that you have put your total trust in me pleases me no end." He paused, his eyes gleaming. "Do you feel up to making a late breakfast, boy?"

I nodded eagerly, a surge of domestic pleasure washing over me. I practically ran into the kitchen, eager to serve him.

"Breakfast is ready, Sir!" I shouted from the kitchen, the aroma of frying bacon filling the air.

Sir strolled in still naked, his impressive physique on full display. I looked at him, a low growl rumbling in my chest, my primal instincts roaring to life.

"Down, boy," he said, chuckling, and planting a quick, teasing kiss on my lips. He sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, watching me intently as I served him a generous portion of bacon, eggs, and toast. I dished up my own plate and sat next to him, trying to contain my lustful gaze.

"Boy, you're showing some changes already, and you look even hornier than you did before," he observed, his voice laced with satisfaction. "I promise you that you'll love all the changes I want for you. One of the side effects of the injections – well, not really a side effect, I had it built in – is that your hair follicles will die. You will not be able to grow any hair. You will be smooth all over and, in my opinion, fucking horny too."

"Oh, okay, Sir," I said, trying to keep my voice even.

"Problem, boy?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression questioning.

"No, Sir, just a bit unnerving, I suppose."

"I don't see why. You already have a shaved head, and the fact that you won't have to remove any hair for me in the future must be a winner, no?"

I smiled, a genuine smile this time. "When you put it like that, it makes sense." 'I'll be like a Ken doll.' I thought.

"Good boy. For that, you can suck my cock and take my seed."

I was on my knees under the table before he had even finished talking, my eagerness overriding any sense of decorum. I took his cock into my mouth, my tongue tracing the sensitive ridge around the head. Neither of us had washed yet this morning, so I knew it would be particularly flavourful, especially since I had already taken his piss earlier. The memories made my mouth water.

I took him deep into my throat, swallowing past the gag reflex and concentrating solely on giving him pleasure. I continued until I felt his bull-like balls pressing against my chin.

"Mmmm, good boy. I don't think I will ever tire of your throat, boy," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

Hearing Sir praise me like that only fuelled my desire to please him to the best of my ability. I worked extra hard, using my tongue and lips to tease and tantalise.

Sir finished his drink, and I felt his hands go around my head, gripping me firmly. I knew what he was going to do, and my anticipation surged. He held my head still and started face-fucking me, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. It felt wonderful, both overwhelming and exhilarating. My own cock was leaking pre-cum, a slick heat building in my loins. I knew I was going to shoot hands-free.

I think Sir knew too, because he sped up his face-fucking, his thrusts becoming more frantic and demanding. As soon as he shot his cum, a thick, hot wave, deep in my throat, my own cock exploded, sending its load all over the place. It went on the floor, sirs legs and even hitting the chair he was sitting on.

As soon as I had licked Sir's cock clean, I moved to his legs and licked my own mess away, then cleaned the floor and the chair. When I got up and sat on the chair next to Sir, I was beaming from ear to ear. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to take your seed."

"That is always a pleasure, boy," Sir said, pulling me into a deep, lingering kiss. "Right," he said forcefully, breaking the kiss. "We will shower, change for the gym, and jog to the gym."

I groaned involuntarily. "BOY!" he said, his voice sharp with annoyance.

"Sorry, Sir."

The morning air was crisp and invigorating as Sir set a brisk pace, jogging towards the gym. I was surprised to find myself keeping up with him; my lungs burned slightly, but I matched his stride, a small victory in itself. The gym's familiar brick facade came into view, and as we approached the entrance, Jonny was already there, waiting in the reception area. He offered a curt nod, his eyes sharp and assessing. "Good," was his only comment, accompanied by a wag of his finger, a gesture I interpreted as a warning to maintain my effort. He turned and headed towards the workout area, and I trailed behind him, anticipation building.

Sir stopped at his office door. "I'll see you later, boy. I have a few things to take care of, so I won't be joining you in the gym today." With that, he disappeared inside, leaving me in Jonny's capable hands. Jonny didn't waste any time. He led me straight into the main workout space, and we immediately began our session.

I swear, Jonny pushed me even harder today than he had yesterday. He seemed to know exactly where my limits were and then nudged me just beyond them. Each repetition, each set, was a gruelling test of strength and endurance. But when we finally finished, collapsed on a bench, catching my breath, I realized something remarkable. Despite the intensity of the workout, I didn't feel nearly as exhausted as I had the day before. In fact, I felt...amazing. A surge of energy coursed through me, replacing the initial fatigue with a sense of accomplishment and exhilaration.

Jonny, ever the stoic, watched me closely, his expression unreadable. "Okay, boy?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I grinned, the words bursting out of me, unfiltered and genuine. "Fucking amazing."

A flicker of something that might have been approval crossed Jonny's face. "Excellent. Things are progressing nicely then." His words were economical, but the implication was clear: I was meeting his expectations, and perhaps, even exceeding them. The journey was far from over, but I was on the right path.

Jonny took me to sirs office where he was sitting on his chair naked and steel hard. “Come on in boy, I need your fucking throat.” I ran over to him and knelt between his legs, I looked up at him and he nodded, I took his beautiful, huge fat cock into my mouth and pushed, I felt him at the back of my throat, I pushed deeper and all of him slid into my throat. “Fuck boy, you are too fucking good at this.” I heard the door close, and Jonny must have left.

I pushed hard, needing, and wanting to feel his large set of balls banging against my chin. “Fucking hell boy, you have every fucking inch, well done, so good.” I looked up and he was sitting back, eyes closed and a huge smile across his face.

I felt so good, especially as I knew I was pleasing sir. I worked hard on his cock, using my throat to pleasure his huge cock. Sir suddenly got up “It’s no good boy, I need to face fuck you, I need to get off and your slow sensual throat sucking is not cutting it, good as it is though” I looked up and he was grinning broadly, so I knew I wasn’t being told off.

Sir began fucking my face, slow to begin with but slowly getting faster and faster until he was using my throat hard, almost too hard but I knew it was what sir wanted so despite the slight pain, I put it up with it.

I looked up at sir and he was grinning with pleasure raping my throat so violently, suddenly sir yelled out “FUUUUUUCCCCK” and I felt him shoot his load, the cum was shooting out of his cock like bullets being fired from a gun, bang, bang, bang as his alpha cum hit my throat and slid down into my stomach.

Sir left his cock deep in my throat as he relaxed, I think I knew what was coming and as I looked up, he winked down at me “Want it boy?” I nodded as best I could with my mouth and throat full of his huge fat cock. “good boy” he briefly closed his eyes, and I felt the first trickle of piss, that first trickle soon became a flood as he gave me all his waste fluid. Sir pulled out and pissed over my head letting it slide down covering my clothes.

“There boy, much better” he smirked at me.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Injections next boy.” Sir got the tray of injections out and got to work. "I have some skinhead gear with me, boy," he said, his voice thick with a strange mixture of authority and disdain, the words lingering in the air after he'd finished injecting me. The needle prick still throbbed faintly. "I have had a few mates piss over it, so it fucking stinks of dried piss. Also, a few men even cum over it. You will wear this for the rest of today, boy." He tossed a crumpled, stained bag onto the floor with a callous disregard.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." A wave of nausea threatened to rise, but I swallowed it down, forcing a smile. I picked up the bag, the rough fabric scratchy against my skin. Standing, I leaned in and kissed him quickly, the gesture a calculated act of subservience. "Anything I need to do before you come round, sir?"

"Who the fuck said I was coming round to see you tonight, boy?" he snarled, his face twisting into a mask of irritation. The casual assumption had clearly struck a nerve. I lowered my gaze, focusing on the imperfections in the grey concrete floor, the scuff marks and ingrained dirt. He grabbed the chain collar around my neck, the metal biting into my skin, and hauled me upright. My shoulders straightened, my body instinctively falling into a relaxed but submissive posture, ready to absorb whatever came next. "You do fucking take liberties, boy," he repeated, the words laced with a grudging acknowledgement. "But yes, I will be coming over tonight to see you."

My face lit up, an involuntary surge of pleasure breaking through the careful facade. "Looks like I have pleased you, boy." A flicker of something unreadable passed across his face.

"Oh, yes, sir, you have." I clutched the bag tightly, the offensive smell now seeming less repulsive, more like a strange badge of honour. Turning, I hurried to the lockers, the anticipation building with each step. I stripped off my clothes and examined myself in the cracked mirror, the cold glass a stark contrast to the burning heat spreading through my veins. I could see that my legs were more like tree trunks, the muscles thick and corded. Muscles were starting to bulge out. My arms looked great too, muscles I never knew I had started to appear. I looked at my butt, that also had grown it was much bigger than it was, I was starting to get a six pack and my pecs were literally inflating. I liked what I saw, I started to get dressed in the skinhead gear that sir gave me. when I finished dressing, I went back into the office to see sir.

"Sir, I love the changes the injections and gym work is giving me," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence. "I am sorry that I wasn’t happy." A genuine emotion, or just another performance? Even I wasn't entirely sure.

"That's okay, boy. You look fucking horny in that skinhead gear, and you smell ripe too." Sir grinned, a predatory flash of teeth. He got up and came over, his presence filling the small space. We kissed; his grip surprisingly firm. "Just make sure you are wearing the outfit you have on now, and if you manage to get some more piss and cum over you, so much the better."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He dismissed me with a curt nod, and I left the gym, the smell of stale piss and cum were clinging to my clothes, a visceral reminder of the night to come. The outside air felt strangely clean.

**********

I lit a cigarette, my mind already racing with anticipation. Where could I possibly find the kind of saturation I craved? Cum and piss, soaking my skin gear, clinging to every inch of me. My phone buzzed, snapping me back to reality. A message. "Sir." My heart quickened as I unlocked the screen.

"# Go to a pub called The Flag. You can get all the cum and piss you want in there #"

A wide, eager smile spread across my face. I replied with a simple smiley and quickly Googled the address. Fortune was on my side; it was nearby. I practically stomped towards it, the heavy leather of my skin gear thudding against the pavement with each step.

The moment I pushed open the pub door, a wave of sensory overload washed over me. The air hung thick with the smells of sweat, beer, and something distinctly animalistic. My eyes darted around, taking in the scene. A kaleidoscope of masculine forms filled the space: skinheads, their shaved heads gleaming under the dim lights; leather men, their bodies encased in tight, creaking hides; rubber guys, their latex suits reflecting the light like liquid metal; guys in skintight lycra, showcasing every bulge and contour; and then there were the naked ones, unashamedly exposed. "Wow," I breathed, the word barely audible.

I made my way to the bar, my anticipation growing with each step. I ordered a drink, trying to appear nonchalant amidst the blatant sexuality.

The barman, a burly man with a knowing glint in his eye, slid my drink across the counter. He leaned in, sniffing the air around me. "Mmmm, you smell nice and sexy," he murmured, his gaze lingering on my form. "Turn around."

I obeyed, presenting my back to him. He chuckled, his eyes fixing on the prominent yellow zip that bisected my ass cheeks. "Excellent," he said approvingly. "I will come and find you when I have a break." He winked, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "Pull that zip down, boy. You will then get what you need."

My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the zipper. With a deliberate tug, I lowered it, exposing my bare flesh to the room. A shiver of both excitement and vulnerability ran down my spine. Head held high, I turned and walked away from the bar, eager to explore the possibilities that awaited me.

As I navigated the crowded space, I became acutely aware of the hands that brushed against my exposed ass. A playful slap here, a lingering caress there. More boldly, I felt the insistent pressure as men pushed and pulled at the plug nestled between my cheeks, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Needing a moment to compose myself, I stepped outside for a cigarette. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the heat within. I lit up, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs, my senses on high alert.

A figure emerged from the doorway, a fellow skinhead, his face etched with curiosity. I offered him a cigarette, and he accepted, his eyes never leaving mine. I lit his cigarette, then my own. "Haven't seen you here before, boy?" he asked, his voice rough.

"First time, sir," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "My sir suggested it. He wants me to get more cum and piss over me and my clothes."

The skinhead grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, you have come to the right place, then, boy. I think you should get on the floor and worship my boots."

"Yes, sir," I answered without hesitation. We were standing on the street, which, despite the late hour, was still fairly busy. But I felt no shame, no fear, only a burning desire to please. I dropped to my knees, reaching for his boots. They were scuffed and slightly muddy, but I didn't care. I began to lick and worship the leather, my tongue working to erase every speck of dirt, driven by the primal urge to serve.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the night. "What the fuck?"

I glanced up, momentarily distracted. Two chavs, their faces a mixture of shock and disgust, had stopped to stare at us. Sir kicked me sharply, and I immediately returned my attention to his boots.

"The boy is cleaning my boots for me," Sir explained, his voice laced with contempt. "An alpha skinhead always has a boy lick his boots clean, at least if he knows what is good for him."

"That is disgusting," one of the chavs spat, his companion nodding in agreement.

"Boy, you may speak," Sir commanded.

"I love cleaning an alpha's boots," I said, my voice steady. "That is one of the jobs a skinhead boy loves to do." I resumed my task, focusing on the other boot with renewed fervour.

The two chavs, clearly uncomfortable, walked away, muttering under their breath. Sir shifted his weight, giving me better access to his boots. I briefly looked up at his crotch, taking in the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. He was erect. Like my sir, he was clearly packing a big, fat cock. He noticed my gaze and gently massaged his crotch. "Do a fucking good job on my boots, boy, and you will get this. Now fucking concentrate."

I lowered my eyes, fixing my attention on his boots. I worked even harder, my tongue moving with desperate precision. I thought I heard him snigger, but I couldn't be sure.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as I continued to lick and clean. The only reality was the rough texture of the leather, the taste of dirt on my tongue, and the burning desire to please my master.

Finally, without warning, he kicked me away with the steel toe of his boot. "Enough, boy," he said, his voice dismissive. "Back inside. I need more beer."

He led me back inside and I got us two beers. He stood near the back close to the toilets; I stood beside him. he used his free hand to play with my plugged ass, I had forgotten the zip was down, clearly, he hadn’t, I started moaning loving the attention. “Finish your beer boy, time you went into the toilet and lay in the trough, you need more fucking piss on you.” I looked at him in surprise “Just fucking do as you are told boy.” he demanded.

“Yes sir” I gulped my beer and went into the toilet, there was only one man inside and he was just drying his hands, I was a little scared, no idea why, but I did as I was told and lay down on the step to the trough where guys came to piss.

One guy came in and looked at me and smiled. “Well, I fucking know what you want boy.” he proceeded to get his cock out of his jeans and pissed all over me.

“Thanks mate.” I said somehow knowing he wasn’t an alpha.

“I’ll spread the word.” I smiled as he went out.

Suddenly three skinheads came in, all wearing rubber made to look like skinhead gear and fucking sexy they all looked. “Hey, Joe that lad was right, look a fucking skinhead and just where he fucking should be. They all proceeded to get their cocks out, they all proceeded to piss over me, I opened my mouth hoping to get to drink some, one of them noticed and looked at me grinning, he aimed at my mouth, I swallowed what he gave me.

“Thank you, sir,” I said when he had finished, four guys came in and stood watching the skinhead use me. The one called Joe shouted at them “I can see you are hard lads, why don’t you come over here and wank over him, he is covered in piss already and I fucking know he wants some cum as well.”

The four looked at each other and as one moved forward the other three followed. The skinheads had finished pissing and they started wanking as well, I had seven guys all standing over me wanking their cocks. “Come on lads” I said needing them to shoot their loads all over my own skin gear. “I need to be covered in all that cum from your balls, fucking cover me in all that cum.”

Joe was the first and he shot his load over me, all the others were not far behind, and I had seven men shooting their load over my jeans, Fred Perry, and my boots, I was drenched in piss and covered in cum. I fucking loved it.

They all left and just as I was standing up the skinhead who suggested I come in here appeared. “Well fucking look at you.”

“Thank you, sir, for telling me to come in here, I could never had done it without your instruction.”

“I know boy, come on, I need to seed your ass.” He led me back to the bar area, where he stood where he could be seen. “Bend” was all he said, and I bent at the waist, a few guys knew what was going to happen and stood waiting with bated breath. He yanked out the butt plug, and he was surprised at the sheer size of it, “I fucking hope you ass is tight boy.” he said slapping me hard.

He handed me my butt plug and I felt the head of his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass. He wasn’t gentle and rammed everything inside me in one intense push. “Fuck yes, you are tight, despite the size of the huge plug.”

I started moving back and forwards on his cock, he was ramming in and out too, both of so fucking horny. “You fucking stink boy, smells so fucking horny, how often do you shower boy?” he asked still fucking me hard.

“Not often lately sir, I haven’t been given permission to shower.”

“Mmmm, as I said so fucking sexy.” He was still fucking me hard, and I loved it, I was pushing back meeting his inward thrusts.

“Yeah” we both heard from the crowd watching “fuck the cunt.”

“Sir?” I shouted recognising the voice.

“Hello boy.”

“How is my boy, Teddy?”

“Fucking great Tim, loves everything I have him do, and he is a great fuck, no wonder you took him as your boy.”

Sir came round and looked me in the face “And don’t get big headed boy.”

“No sir.” I grinned and he winked at me.

“FUCK” Teddy shouted and unloaded deep in my ass. I felt one, two, three, four shots of cum shoot out of his cock, as his cum slowed down he started fucking me again, he was still shooting I could feel him, but his fucking was even more intense a second time. I was moaning now, loving the scene with Teddy. Sir was there watching and encouraging me, and Teddy was amazing. Sir came and stood directly in front of me. My head was facing his crotch, I could see his cock hard in the confines of his skinhead jeans. I tried to reach out and lick the bulge, but he stepped back not allowing me near him.

I looked up at him and he was grinning down at me. “Don’t you ever get enough boy your ass is full of cock, and you still want more.”

“I am sorry sir” I said with Teddy pounding my ass as hard as he could. “I will never get enough cock sir, especially yours.”

Sir stood out of reach; I could see him gently caressing his cock until it got hard inside his skintight bleachers. I tried moving forward but Teddy pulled my hips back stopping me from getting to sir. sir looked round those watching Teddy fuck me over the bar, he spotted a skinhead in a slightly see through tight rubber suit. He could see he was packing a fair cock and beckoned him over.

“My boy needs his throat fucking, want to help him out?” the skinhead smiled and took off the cod piece and a nice thick cock plopped out complete with a zero-gauge piercing, I opened my mouth wide and the rubber skinhead pushed the head inside my mouth followed shortly by the rest of his cock, I could feel that I had everything and began throat fucking me in time with Teddy who was still fucking my ass.

“Are you happy now boy that you have a cock in each end?” I could not speak as my throat was full of cock, but I did close my eyes briefly as sir was looking at me. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Sir saw a guy watching me getting used, I think sir was interested as he growled when he noticed him, sir made his was round and stood immediately behind the lad, he was not a skinhead, but his hair was close cropped probably to a number one. he was wearing jeans and a white tee, he was multi pierced and had a few tatts. Sir used his hand and caressed his ass cheeks through the denim. The lad did not move, sir moved his hand round and felt for his crotch, he was erect as sir knew he would be.

Sir leant forwards and whispered in his ear “I bet you want to be in my boys place, taking a cock in each end.” The boy said nothing except a moan. Sir undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor, the lad did not object, in fact he did not say anything, he just stood there as sir moved his finger into the ads ass crack. “I fucking knew it lad” sir said in the lads ear “you are fucking wet, you do need cock, mind you, you feel very tight, you won’t be after I have fucked you.”

Sir pushed the lad, into the circle of guys watching me get used. He bent him over and sir got his huge fat cock out of his tight bleachers and offered it to the lads ass, sir pushed the large, flared head inside the lad “fuck you are nice and tight, yeah, I am going to enjoy opening this ass lad.” Sir reached round and put his hand over the lads mouth, sir them rammed every fucking fat inch deep in the lads ass.

The lad tried to scream but as sir’s hand was over his mouth nobody heard much. Sir fucked him hard just like he would anyone, he did not care about the lad, all he was interest in was seeding the lad ass.

As sir fucked, he took his hand away and the lad was moaning now, he was loving the hard fuck that skinhead love. Eventually the lad starting pushing back on sirs cock, sir laughed “you fucking love the hard fuck now don’t you lad?”

“Fuck yeah.” He moaned out.

As sir fucked, he slapped the boys ass “I am referred to as sir lad. Don’t fucking forget.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

Freddy was still fucking my ass hard and I felt he was getting close to dropping his second load deep in my ass. Freddy moaned, pushed his cock deep and unloaded his second load of cum. “fuck yeah” I moaned as I felt his cum shoot from his cock and mixing with his other load already inside me.

Freddy stopped fucking and left his cock deep, he bent down, “I can see why Tim is keeping you as his boy, you are an amazing fuck. Just let me relax a bit and” he stopped, and I felt him pissing in my ass, fuck it felt so good.

“There boy” he said when he had finished “Two loads of my cum and a load of piss, give me you plug.” I handed him my butt plug and he pushed it back inside my ass. The guy in rubber yelled and he shot his load deep into my throat, he too followed up with a load of piss, I was one well used and happy skinhead boy.” I saw sir fucking this lad and watched as sir unloaded deep in the boys ass.

When sir finished, he slapped the lad on the ass. “Good fuck lad, my mate might be interested in you. Freddy, over here.”

Freddy went over to the lad that sir had just fucked. “Freddy this lad needs an alpha skinhead to take him under his wing and mould him into the beta skinhead I know he wants to be.”

Freddy smiled; he turned to the lad “You want to be a real beta skinhead boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“I will do what the fuck I like with you, piercings, tatts, clothes, even what fucking job you’ll do. Do you still want to be my boy?”

“Yes sir, I will do anything you ask of me, just to get the chance to worship your beautiful boots and cock.” The boy looked to the floor embarrassed.

Freddy lifted the boys head “No need to get embarrassed boy, that is the first thing I need to do, be fucking proud of what you are and what you want.” The boy smiled “Come on boy, let me take you home and you can start worshipping me.” Freddy winked at sir, and they left.

“Good, Freddy has been without a boy for a few years, I am a good judge, I mean look at who I picked to be my boy. A right fucking dirty pig.” Sir pushed me into a corner and kissed me “I am pleased with what I found too boy” he whispered in my ear “I can’t wait until I get you home and slurp all Freddy’s cum from your ass.”

Sir took my hand briefly and we left the pub and started to walk home. We got about halfway when sir pushed me down a small alley away from the street and the lights, it was dark so someone would only see us if they were really looking. Sir pushed me to my knees and hauled out his huge cock, I took it into my mouth immediately and licked round the head, I could taste cum and the ass juices of the lad he fucked, I moaned “yeah, that’s right piggy, clean my cock then I’ll take a piss. My own cock jumped in my tight bleachers as sir spoke. I took sir deeper until I had all his cock in my mouth and throat. Sir relaxed and I felt the first trickle of his piss slide down my throat.

 “What’s going on here?” said a voice behind us.

Sir did not take his cock from my throat as he was into his piss “Just using my boy to have a piss officer” sir said smiling at the beat copper.

“Are you now, I suppose you know that is an offence.”

“So, is pissing in the street officer, where better to get rid of my piss than in my boys stomach?”

The officer smiled at sir taking the stern look he had initially, he took off his helmet and he had a skinhead cut underneath. “As it happens, I need a piss.” Sir had finished and stepped aside as the officer pulled down his uniform trousers.  In the darkness of the alley, we could both see that his legs were covered in tatts and his cock was as big and fat as sir, I moaned looking at it.

“Sounds like my piggy boy likes what he sees.” The coppers cock was also pierced with what looked like a zero-gauge Prince Albert. I moved forwards and took the pierced head into my mouth, I licked the head of his cock and then let him push it down my throat until I had everything. “Yeah, good boy, not many can take a huge cock successfully.” The copper closed his eyes and relaxed and started his piss in my throat.

Sir was getting horny as out of the corner of my eye I could see him caressing the coppers ass “fuck” said with surprise “your plugged.”

“Mmmm, I always wear a plug, especially on duty, pounding the streets and feeling the silicone rub my sweet spot every time keeps me hard.” sir grabbed hold of the plug and pulled it out of the coppers ass “fuck its big too, very nice.”

“Thanks.” Said the copper, sir took out his own cock and rammed it deep in the coppers ass. “Oh, fuck yeah, that feels so good, it has been a while since I was fucked by an alpha skinhead.”

So, there we were in the darkness of the alley, sir fucking a coppers ass and the same copper pissing down my throat, his cock rose to full erection in my throat, but he continued pissing, when he finished and began face fucking me to sirs inward thrusts in the coppers ass.

Sir must have been horny fucking a cop’s ass, he soon throat deep and unloaded his cum. The copper also at the same time unloaded his cum in my throat.

“Thanks, guys, for the interlude, totally amazing.” He dressed properly and left to go back to his beat. Sir and I went back to my place.