Metal and Ink

He meets his owner whose words were smooth and easy to listen to. As the man talked to the young stud the stud become more and more relaxed. Soon the stud was following the man back to his place. There that night in the man dungeon the stud went from alpha playboy to beta slave boy. He moved in with his master who opened his world to many different kinks and fetishes. The slave quickly learned he loved all of them. After a few years, everyone in his old life had left him behind. But that was fine now he was a slave to a great master.

After his rich dad cut him off the slave now moved into his owner’s house. He went from a massive luxury apartment to a small dog cage at the foot of his owner’s bed. He also no longer owned clothes. What he did have were the outfits that his owner wants to see him in.

Mostly that was leather, rubber, sports-themed or anything else sexualized that the owner found attractive. The slave did not care.

Dominic knew it was a bad idea, taking a random black rubber mask that he found in the middle of the street but it was Halloween and he had no costume to wear to the party. He hesitated putting it on as it had a musky smell to it, but that was what enticed him even more to wear it so he did it. Placing the mask on sealed his fate as black rubbery goo spread all over Dominic's body completely covering in this stretchy substance.

Muscle becoming huge and defined, pecs expanding outwards and a noticeable bulge poking out of the suit. This was no ordinary mask, this was transforming him into someone else. Something else. Something sexy. At first, Dominic panicked as he struggled to take the mask off, trying to resist the temptation of the musky headgear. But as his body became bigger he no longer resisted, he embraced it. The final piece to Dominic's transformation was the leather leash, now wrapped around his neck as well as around his wrists, giving him some pleasurable pain that made him moan internally.

Once the transformation is complete he gazed at himself in the mirror, saying nothing due to having no face, just shiny rubber that now covered his entire body. Even though you probably couldn't tell, Dominic loved it. He loved his new costume or should I say body as the rubber fused into him, becoming his new skin. He flexed his right bicep in the mirror admiring his new sexy physique as well as touching all his new features including his pecs and bulge. As he was rubbing his body slowly and tenderly his mentality was warping. Not only did he enjoy his new body, but he was also becoming a rubber sex drone. Built for pleasure and pain. As D0M (formally Dominic) was massaging his groin he was imagining everyone at the party, thinking about their lame costumes when they could be just like him. Muscled, shiny, strong, powerful, and of course horny.

As D0M made his way to the party he walked silently through alleyways, his muscles matching the dark shadows. He could no longer think straight (literally) He was on a mission now, he had to be obedient and restrain himself from distractions (which were mainly men) He could only think of a list, a list of objectives to help him with his desire.

He now could only think of 9 5 things:

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TASKS:

- SEARCH_FOR_MEN

- JERK_OFF_RIGHT_NOW

- INFECT

- FUCK_THE_FIRST_MAN_I_SEE

- SPREAD

- START_A_RUBBER_ORGY

- BREED

- RESIST

- MAKE_THEM_ALL_LIKE_ME

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MAIN OBJECTIVE:

MAKE_THIS_HALLOWEEN_UNFORGETTABLE

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Thanks for the kind message. What a good boy <3

You definitely deserve a reward for telling me exactly what you like. Can you feel it? Your body is filling with masculine power, speeding through the years until you reach true maturity. You're getting thicker all over, with black, wiry hair soon to follow. Manscaping is for weaklings, you know that it's a sign of real masculinity to have your burly body covered in a thick, sweaty pelt of hair.

You should probably take off those pants, they're getting way too small for your bulging thighs and fat ass. Yeah, you were always wearing an overstuffed jockstrap. Hold on, you should feel the confidence rush in in just a moment. There you go, that's the sexy smoulder I wanted to see. Your beard and hard, masculine features really sell it. I can just imagine you whispering to me in Arabic, feeling your deep voice through my whole body as I bury my face in that greasy chest hair. You know that real men only wash once a week.