[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life. Be sure not to act with abandon as do the story’s characters.]
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About three weeks have passed by. All the days are the same, except for Mondays. The club is closed that night, so the routine is not the same.
I’m still spending the time when the club’s opened in the gym, alone. I work out. I masturbate. Can’t say I’ve adjusted to my new face, but I’m dealing with it. For now. Earlier in the day, I’m also in the gym working out with the other three plus the “girls”.
Johnnie and Carrie were really happy when they found out that Phillipe had used his voodoo on me. They told me that he’d used it on them, too – but that they had been in on it. He had “talked them into” how he wanted them to be different in a special way. They’d said O.K.
It’s Sunday night . . . well, really it’s coming up on 2:15 A.M., Monday. The door to the gym’s being unlocked and Tony’s come to let me out.
He says, “Boss said to tell ya that he wants me to take ya to the basement when we get up later this morning.”
“Why? What’d he say for?”
“He didn’t say. I don’t ask Boss for reasons.”
Shit. What’s he gonna do this time? He’s only even seen me a few times when he comes to the gym or the kitchen when we’re all there. He’s said very little to me.
We’re in the kitchen. I’m nervous. I was hungry earlier, but since Tony’s message to me from the boss, that went away fast. I’ve only been in the basement twice. Both times, it was bad, real bad.
My nose has pretty well healed up. It hasn’t hurt for a while. I’m getting used to the ring hanging above my upper lip. Tony told me that periodically, every several months, my ear tunnels will get stretched more. Not gonna happen. I'm gonna be outta here before that!
When I see myself in the mirrors everywhere, I’ve begun to think I look tough. All my gym time is making me really bulked up. Maybe one of the things in those pitchers in the fridge with each of our names on them has steroids in it or something. I’m bigger than I’ve ever been. When I see myself, I’m also getting used to my cock getting hard. I didn’t want to admit it at first. After all, I’m straight. But, after a while I knew I was gettin’ off on seeing myself, seeing how I look now. I know that there’s stuff in our pitchers to make us more horny, and like Tony told me my first day – it works. I’m showin’ all the time. The others are never less than semi hard. Neither am I.
At meals they’re all playing with themselves and each other. In the gym, between rep series or when they’re resting, it’s the same. They might just be reaching to give each other hand jobs, or they might be sucking or fucking.
Even though my blood sample came back fast – and clean – after a few days of my getting trapped here, I've never taken part in their “games”. They do make me aroused, though. I’ve gotten to where I will watch. Sometimes at night, while they’re at it, I even bate. I never thought I’d get off on watching male sex. I’m straight.
It’s later now, ‘bout noon. The later breakfast – since it's Monday and the club’s not open tonight – is over. I hardly touched anything. Tony says to me, “C’mon.”
I follow him down the hall. He has me wait at the end of the hall while he goes up to knock on the boss’ door.
I can hear him say, “Boss, Charlie’s ready. You want us to wait or go down.”
The boss tells him, “Wait. I will go down with you.”
They’re coming now. The boss is naked – sort of – wearing a see through pancho thing that goes nearly to the floor. It’s got a hole for each of his arms to come out. That’s all.
I’m thinking that it’s something to do with his damn voodoo shit. I’m convinced it’s real now, O.K. I’m beyond nervous now. I’m scared.
As we get to the basement, Phillipe tells Tony, “Go to the basement door and let John in. I’ve told him I have work for him today.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
“And, you, Charlie – I think you will remember which door we are going to enter.”
I turn into the room with the Cross. Phillipe is telling me, “Go to the corner and roll that table over here.” I do it.
“Now, put this sheet over it and climb up on it.” Oh shit . . . this can only be more bad for my body. I don’t have a choice. I do as I was told.
As I get up on the table, Tony is arriving with a tall guy pulling a couple of roller suitcases. He’s tall, thin, long dark beard, longish black hair.
“Charlie, this is John. He is my tattooist. He does other body decorations, too. Can you guess why I have called him?”
My mind is going straight to the tats on all of Phillipe’s “boys” right above their bellybuttons where the arched gothic letters spell out their names . . . and the “diFilippo” written on a straight line below their bellybuttons.
“Yea – I guess.”
There’s no point in my trying to change what’s gonna happen. I know it. My only way to change all this will be when I escape. Somehow.
John tells me to lie down on the table that I’m already sitting on. I lie back. Tony brings over an empty table sorta like the one with all the stuff on it to the right of the doorway. John is putting his tattooing stuff on it. He takes what I guess is alcohol and cleans my stomach with it. It’s really cold on my skin. He draws some lines, takes a stencil he’s already prepared and lays it over my lower stomach.
He says to me, “Interesting look you got there, Boy.” I don’t say anything.
I don’t know how long it’s taken, just that it's been hours.. John is done. He tells me, “There ya go, Boy. Looks like you’re officially in the family now.” Great. Just what I wanted – to belong. Fuck!
I sit up and start to stand. Phillipe says, “Not so fast, Charlie. I have told John I want him to do a little more work on you while he is here.”
What the fuck? What now? More tattoos? Geeze.
John says, “Just stay there sitting and face me.“
He’s getting the alcohol again. This time he cleans my nipples. Tattoos on my nipples? He tells me, “This would hurt a lot ‘cause they’re on the big side for starters, so I’m gonna put something on your nips to deaden the feeling.” He’s putting some sort of liquid on ‘em. And what’s he talkin’ about bein’ “big”?
It’s been a few minutes. He squeezes both my nipples and asks if I feel it. I don’t. He says, “O.K., looks like you’re ready.”
He reaches over to his tray and takes a few instruments. Looks like a doctor’s operating tools spread out. As he grips my nipple with one of them and brings the other one up, I suddenly get the picture. He’s gonna pierce my nipples!
“Nah, Man. Don’t! Phillipe! Don’t do this, you fucker.”
“You still have not learned, Charlie? Your last session on the Andrew’s Cross is so long ago that you do not remember the price for disrespecting me? What do you call me, Charlie? Tell me . . . tell me NOW.”
Everything in me wants to use every cuss word I know to insult Phillipe. I take a few deep breaths. I’ll only lose if I don’t go along. My temper has already caused me to lose my once handsome face. No tellin’ what he might do to me next with his voodoo shit.
So, I say, “Sorry. Sorry. Respectfully, Sir – Boss – I’m sorry. I forgot myself.”
“Very well . . . for now . . . Charlie. Very well.”
Then, nodding to John, he says, “Proceed.”
I don’t feel anything, but I see what he’s doing to me, how he’s mutilating my body . . . since it isn’t my idea to have it done. I see him start with a big ass thick needle. Looks hollow. Goin’ through my right nipple. There’s a good deal of blood. He puts something on it and waits. Now he’s putting what looks to me like a thick, heavy ring through the hole. He closes it with some fancy pliers and moves to my other nipple.
Don’t know exactly how long I’ve been here. Lost track. But, now I’ve got a tattoo across my stomach and two heavy-feelin' rings, one in each of my nipples.
John hasn’t said much as he did his work. Now he tells me, “When the deadening wears off, this is gonna hurt. The holes are a good deal larger than usual and the rings are heavier than usual. Keep ‘em clean. They’ll bleed some. I’ll leave ya instructions how to keep ‘em clean and help ‘em heal. Eventually, they’ll heal up fine.”
“You bastard.”
“What? I’m just plying my trade, doing what I was paid for.”
Phillipe reminds me, “Respect, Charlie. Respect. You do not owe John any anger. He has done his job. He took precautions to keep you from feeling a lot of pain. Thank him, Charlie.”
I look at John. “He’s right, John. Not your fault. Thanks for not hurting me and for tellin’ me how to take care of the wounds so they’ll heal. I shouldn’t have mouthed off to you.”
Phillipe interrupts, saying, “Charlie, when I said that you should thank John, I did not mean only with words. Get on your knees.”
“Nah . . . nah . . . I don’t suck dick!”
“As a matter of fact, you do. You sucked mine. And you will suck a lot more in the future. Now, kneel. Or, shall I cause you to kneel?”
I kneel. John is already fishing his dick outta his pants. I see a big grin on his face.
“This is a bonus I wasn’t expectin’, Phillipe. Thanks.”
I look at his cock, flaccid, in front of my face.
Phillipe tells me, “Do not just stare at his member, Charlie. Service it!”
Phillipe is whoring me out to this guy! I can’t do this. I gotta do this. If I don’t, no tellin’ what’ll happen to me. How can I let myself suck cock? I’m straight. Phillipe’s right that I did suck him . . . but I was drunk – and somehow not thinkin’ straight, either.
What the hell. I don’t really got a choice. I look straight ahead at the now semi-hard cock in front of me. I take it in my hand and cover its head with my lips. My tongue automatically touches its tip. I taste the saltiness of his pre-cum already startin’ to form. Damn, but this is gross. This is not me! I back off and go back on, takin’ in a few inches this time.
Phillipe is saying, “Use your tongue, Boy. Feel his growing cock. Lick around it. Play with it using your tongue.”
I do what I’m told. I can feel it gettin’ bigger. I’m goin’ further down on it each time. It’s hard enough now for me to feel the veins in his shaft with my tongue.
Phillipe tells me, “Look up at John’s face. You want to know that you are pleasing him. Is he smiling down at you as you pleasure him?”
I look up. My eyes meet John’s. Yea. He’s happy, all right. Smiling big. He says to me, “Boy, you’re doin’ just fine. Maybe a little faster pace as I get harder. And careful with your teeth.”
I speed up. He’s moaning. His hips are starting to make his pelvis buck forward. I feel his cock super hard in my mouth.
He’s gonna cum! Damn. I take my mouth off his dick. He’s cummin’ in my face.
Phillipe says, “Do not turn away, Charlie. Let John empty his load in your face. Start licking your lips to catch the cum near your mouth.”
I do it. When John’s finished cumming, I’m told to clean up his cock with my tongue and to swallow. Then, I’m ordered to scoop the cum from my face with my fingers and clean them with my mouth, too. I do as I’m damn well told.
I’ve sucked cock twice now. Only at this moment do I realize that my cock is hard and stickin’ straight out.
Phillipe notices. “Charlie, your body seems to be telling you that it enjoyed your mouth sucking John’s member.”
I don’t say anything. I’m embarrassed. My body’s being a traitor to me. I’m straight. I can’t get off on suckin’ cock.
John is telling me, “Thank you, Boy. I figure this won’t be the last time we meet, for some reason, so I’m glad we’re on such friendly terms.”
Not the last time we meet? More? What’s Phillipe fuckin’ gonna do with me? It’s like he’s gonna make me into some sort of a freak? Keep decoratin’ me up to be even more weird lookin’ than I already am? Damn!
“Charlie,” Phillipe says, like he’s reading my mind, “I have plans for you. This is only the beginning. You will not recognize the Charlie that is coming.”
Truth is, I already don’t recognize my old self. Ohhh Fuuckk!
Phillipe is telling Tony to go down the hall with John and lock the door after he leaves with his two suitcases full of tools. I’m thinkin’ maybe this is my chance to make a getaway. I can rush Tony and John at the door, grab John’s car keys. They must be in his pocket. I can get the hell outta here and get to the police.
No. That won’t work. I’m naked. I’ve seen out the windows that it’s been snowing. I couldn’t overpower Tony and John – and Phillipe – all together. It wouldn’t work. And, I forgot ‘bout this thing round my neck that’ll shock me if I get near a door. Eventually – somehow – I will get outta here. I will!
Phillipe says to me, “Sit back up on the edge of the table, Charlie.” I do as I’m told.
Tony’s back now, and Philllipe tells him, “Tony, strap Charlie onto the cross. Buckle his neck with the thick collar, too. Then, lift it up.”
I guess I got no choice. I get up and walk to where the cross is laying on the floor. I lay down on it. Tony straps me onto it. He’s pulling it upright. Its feet are resting on the floor, so my head’s only about six inches higher than normal.
Phillipe is messing around on the table with his voodoo junk on it. He’s got that doll in his hand again. He’s painting its crotch with some dye and pulling at it. He’s got a needle and he’s sewing. What the hell?
He tells Tony, “Put the step in front of the cross.”
He’s lit some candles and started chanting. He’s comin’ over to me. He gets up onto the step. He’s starin’ at me as he chants. He raises the pancho he’s got on and presses his pelvis against mine. I can feel his semi-hard cock between my legs. I go hard right away. I can feel it.
He’s backed off now. He’s pickin’ up the doll again and walking back toward me with it turned toward me. He presses it into my crotch and ups the volume of his chanting.
Damnnn! There’s pain shooting all through my crotch! I’m screaming, “Ahhh. Ahhh. Stop . . . Stop . . . ahhh!” It just goes on. He’s holding that damn doll there and chanting. “Stooppp! Ahhh!”
Finally, Phillipe backs off again. I feel like I might pass out. I’m drooling. My vision is blurred. I’m weak. What’s he done to me this time? I say nothing. I’m just hangin’ here hoping some strength comes back. I can see Tony’s mouth is open. He’s just starin’ at me.
I hear Phillipe say to Tony, “We will leave Charlie here until he gets his strength back.”
I think I did pass out as they were leaving, because they’re coming into the doorway now and I don’t remember anything since they were leaving.
“How are you, Charlie. Are you recovered?”
“I . . . I . . . I dunno. I feel groggy. What have you done to me?”
“You will see quite soon. I want you fully revived to appreciate what you will see. Tony, give Charlie some protein drink. Help him get back to his senses.”
Phillipe leaves. Tony holds a straw up to my mouth so I can suck some liquid into myself.
I can’t look down because of the thick collar holding my neck to the platform behind my head. “What’d he do to me, Tony?”
“You’ll see when Boss wants. Ya know better than to think I’d tell ya when Boss has fixed it so’s you can’t look down.”
Been about five minutes now, and Phillilpe is back.
“Tony, bring the mirror over.”
This time there’s no theatrics, no drape covering it.
“Tony, unstrap the collar.”
As he does it, I immediately look at the mirror.
“Nahhh. Nahhh. You’re making me into a freak!”
In place of my cock is a huge ebony black pipe of a cock. There’s golf ball size black balls low hanging behind it. It’s got a long, loose foreskin comin’ to a point a good inch below the end of it.
“No, Charlie, not a freak. I have gifted you with a penis and testes like mine . . . and even a generous foreskin. I told you that the club’s customers were going to find you a fine addition to the club and that I had more plans for your body.”
“A freak. A fuckin’ freak. You’re making me a freak, you fucker.”
“It is BOSS or SIR, Boy! For a person with an education, Charlie, you do not learn quickly. Respect! And, no – I will not be changing it back.
“Unstrap him, Tony.”
Tony’s layin’ the cross back down on the floor. He’s loosening my ankles and my wrists.
“Charlie, can you stand up yet?” Phillipe asks.
“I dunno. When you do this shit to me, I get weak feelin’.”
“While you lie there, I want you to fondle your new penis. See how huge it will feel in your hands. You will be able to place them one in front of the other on your shaft.”
I do it. Truth is I really want to see what such a huge pole feels like comin’ outta my own crotch. But, it looks so strange bein’ black when my body’s all white. Man! It’s already semi, just from touchin’ it.
“Stroke it now, Charlie. I want you to get it full out.”
I’m doing what he’s tellin’ me to do . . . but I would’ve done it anyway first chance I got. It feels so fuckin’ good.
“Speed up your stroking, Charlie. I want you to cum.”
Umm. I can feel it so hard and rigid. I’m lookin’ at it. Long. Stiff. Thick. Veiny. Big knob on the end. And all of it ebony black! I’m pumping it with both fists, one followin’ the other. Ohhh . . . ohhh . . . I feel it building. I’m cummin’. I’m cummin’. It’s shootin’ up in the air and landing on my chest and face. I just keep cummin’. I’ve never had an orgasm this long. It’s amazing. I’m still semi-hard, and I still got it in my hand.
“Charlie, take your hands and scoop up your cum from your body. Then clean your hands with your tongue . . . just like you did for John.”
Before getting trapped here, I’d only ever tasted cum once . . . when I checked mine after masturbating in the shower. I didn’t really like it. It was sorta gritty feeling on my tongue. Now, I’ve had Phillipe’s, John’s, and much more of my own. I don’t like it any more than before, either. I gotta get away from here somehow. But, lookin’ this way – where would I go? A sideshow?
“Stand up, now. You seem to have your strength back, judging from your performance just now.”
I stand, and Phillipe reaches over to take hold of my big new cock. He’s fondling it. I won’t say it doesn’t feel good. It does. He’s doin’ the same with his own. I’m lookin’ down at our two cocks. I can see that they look identical, all right. It’s like he took a clone of his and put it on me. We’re both hard now, and he’s putting our dicks side by side with us facing each other.
He tells me, “Take our two cocks in your hands and masturbate them as they throb next to each other.”
I don’t want to, but I do it. I can feel the strength of his rod alongside mine . . . but inside o’ me I can feel the strength of my own hard cock, too. Even though it looks weird on me, the way it feels is incredible.
“Just keep it up, Charlie, until we both cum.”
“But, I just did. I can’t cum again so quick.”
“Oh, but you can. You will. I know how your new cock works. It is exactly like mine.”
I keep masturbating our cocks, side by side. I can feel my pelvis startin’ to girate some . . . and Phillipe’s, too. Damn if he wasn’t right . . . I’m gonna cum a second time. I keep goin’, but faster. Oh Yeaaa! It’s happenin’. We’re both gonna cum! Our jizz is all over each other’s stomachs and crotches.
We’re both down to semi now, and he asks me, “Charlie, what do you have to do now?”
I know what he’s doin’. He’s ordering me clean his cock with my tongue . . . and to scoop his cum from both our bodies. He’s tellin’ me to eat the cum – mine and his. I kneel in front of Phillipe and start licking his thick black shaft . . . that looks just like the one I got now. I clean it with my tongue – and then his pubic hair, too.
I’m finished. It’s clean. I’ve cleaned the cum off both our bodies. He says to me, “Who are you, Boy?”
“Charles . . . Charl . . . Charlie – but, not really.”
“You are very stubborn. You will bend to my will. I see that it will take more actions to ‘adjust’ your attitude, Charlie.”
To Be Continued
