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Ian walked around the house. Jessica had left him a month ago, but he still found her things in the place. There was a knock at the door. Ian went down the hall to the front door. Out side there was a guy with a package.

“Ryan Trembull?” the man asked.

“No, Ian Trembull,” Ian announced himself.

“Is Ryan Trembull here?” the man asked.

“No,” Ian took a deep breath, “He died a few years ago.”

“Are you his heir?” the man asked.

“Yeah,” Ian said, “Uncle Ryan didn’t have any kids. I was his favorite Nephew.”

“Well then here you go,” the man said, “Professor Trembull knew that this would take many years to assemble the items.”

The man handed Ian a small clip board with a pen.

“Please sign at the bottom line,” the man asked.

Ian looked it over, it was a fairly standard delivery form, at the top was a 1970’s era corporate logo for a specialty company, at the bottom was a line with an X trailed by “Receiver”. Ian took the pen and signed for package. The man then handed over the package. It was a wooden box about a foot long, six inches wide and six inches tall. Ian took the package and looked at it.

“Have a good day sir,” the man smiled and walked away.

Ian waved and took the box back into his house. He stopped for a second and looked at the old mirror Uncle Ryan had gotten ages ago. It needed to be cleaned again and there was black stuff in the scroll work of the silver frame. Ian took the moment to look himself over, five ten, short blonde hair, a little bit lanky, his tee-shirt and gym shorts hung loosely on him. Ian took a deep breath and kept going back to the kitchen. He put the package on counter and examined it. There were no visible nails or screws holding the box together, but the top four corners were covered in wax.

“I guess that is as good a place as any to see what this is,” Ian shrugged and went looking for a butter knife.

Ian figured he had signed for the package and was Uncle Ryan’s heir, so what ever this was, was his now. Might as well see what this was. He found one and went back and started scrapping off the wax and found that there were no screws under the waxed corners. There were gaps between the bottom of the lid and the corner posts of the box that were hidden. Ian used the knife as a sort of pry bar to lift up the top. Inside there was what looked like a pirate chest. A hand strap was nailed to the top of the little chest. Ian furrowed his brow and pulled the haphazard handle. The smaller chest didn’t budge. Ian pulled harder and lifted both boxes. Ian arched his brows again. Were they stuck? Did he need to take apart the outer box to get the inner one out? Ian looked at the box again.

“What the hell?” Ian said spotting the thumb and finger ‘notches’ on the corner of the package, “Those weren’t there a minute ago.”

Out of nowhere a pair of indentations appeared that were perfectly cut to for a thumb and index finger to grip. Ian put his left hands on the corner of the outer box and pulled the handle of the inner chest. The small pirate chest pulled free and Ian held it in his right hand. He put the chest down next to the package box.

“How the…” Ian gasped.

The pirate chest he had just removed from the outer box dwarfed the outer box it had been packed in. The chest was three inches longer, four inches wider and six inches taller that then shipping box it had been packed in.

“Ah… Is this some sort of Harry Potter Doctor Who shit?” Ian asked.

Ian went about trying to lift the lid of the pirate chest, and to his surprise, it opened with no problems. Inside was one of those old gothic leather-bound books. It was flush with the top. There was a space to a side where Ian could reach in and pick up the book by the binding.

“Why do I feel like this is going to be another bigger on the inside sort of thing,” Ian murmured.

Taking a deep breath, he reached in and pulled up the book. It was a half inch shorter than the width of the box, but a half inch thick. Ian flipped it open and between the cover and first page was a hand written letter in gothic cursive. It was addressed to ‘Professor Trumbull,’ and explained that the all the incantations for the Adolfus Ritual had been laid out with English translations and pronunciation keys. Each one was laid out in order they needed to be done. The end was signed by one Master Dernitz.

“Wasn’t that name in history class?” Ian asked himself, and then dismissed the idea, “Must be someone else. What else do we have?”

The next page of the book had a preamble promising power and dominion to who completed the Adolfus ritual, but warning each step had to be done in turn and no step could be skipped. Ian turned the page without reading the rest of the first page. The next page had a short bit on the first incantation. It promised to empower his manhood and even enlarge it.

“A penis enlargement treatment?” Ian asked half laughing.

Ian kept reading and it described the process of enhancing the Chi with in the center within that section of the body. Ian went over to his phone and looked up the eastern chi centered. The “Emotional Body” was around the belly button and matched the location around the belly button noted in the spell book.

“Well if this is real magic, it makes sense that you build up the ‘lower emotional body’ along the way,” Ian said going back to the spell book.

Ian closed the book and the lid of the treasure chest and went about his day, he had to get things ready for the work week starting tomorrow.

*

Ian cleaned up after his dinner and spotted the treasure chest, the spell book and the much to small outer box that the chest had come in. If he hadn’t pulled the larger chest out of the smaller packaging box himself he would have dismissed the notion entirely… But he had pulled the larger wooden chest out of the smaller wooden box. And that right there was some real magical shit so maybe there was something to the spells in the book. And it said that you had to do each spell in order…

“I feel like a dumbass,” Ian said as he went to the book and flipped to the page of the first spell, “Lets see…”

The book described a series of glyphs he needed to paint around his bellybutton with a special icor. The note on the side said it was located on the second tray. Ian went back to the treasure chest and opened it; indeed the book had been on a felt lined tray on the top. Ian managed to remove the tray and found a black pottery jar with a rag over the top, a brush and a paper stencil with glyphs cut out and a note pointing out which way was towards the head of the intended person.

“Towards your head, so you can read in mirror,” He figured it out the written note.

Ian went back to the book and read what he was to do. Open the jar, paint the glyphs on himself with the brush and then recite the incantation. After that it said to take a shower and get some rest before going to the next spell.

Ian took the items to the bathroom and took off his clothes. Looking at himself, he noted how lanky he was and was reminded of the insults to his manhood Jessica had hurled at him when she left. Something about might as well being a dyke trying to suck his clit rather than a real man’s dick. He wasn’t a midget down stairs, but he didn’t have a pornstar’s monster dick either. Ian pulled the cloth off the top of the jar and noted the smell was a mixture of honey and rubber. Ian put the stencil against his belly and took the brush and started painting the glyphs on to his belly. They were crude but, they were the characters he needed. Ian kept one hand on the stencil and then picked up the book, he read the incantation. The black glyphs seemed to glow for a half second when he finished. Ian pulled the stencil away from his belly and the glyphs were gone. Ian looked down at his dick and didn’t see a difference.

“What didn’t I do it right?” Ian asked before going to shower.

*

It was vivid, he could feel his dick pumping into ass hole of the bitch bent over doggy style in front of him. The room was dark so Ian couldn’t make out much detail of the partner in front of him, by for some reason Ian thought of the lean figure as “A Bitch”. Moans of sexual pleasure emanated from the bitch in front of Ian as he pumped again and again harder and harder. Ian could feel himself grunt with each thrust and each thrust getting a deeper moan from the bitch and more powerful grunt from Ian. Finally, they both came at the same time…

*

Ian’s eye shot open. He looked over at the alarm clock… two minutes before his alarm was go off. Ian lifted the sheets and confirmed what his suspicions was. He hadn’t had a wet dream since puberty, but he had just had one and his belly and sheets was soaking in his jizz. Ian released the sheets from his hands and sighed. He would need to wash his sheets after work. Ian got up and went to the bathroom. As he reached the toilet, he became aware that something was very different… He had an full cannon in his shorts. His morning wood was still raging and twice as long as it had been and about twice as thick. He could get a job as a porn start with this thing! The idea of fucking babes for money came to him but oddly didn’t seem all that interesting to him.

“I suppose it would become just another job,” Ian shrugged, “Still some extra cash for tagging some bitches in the ass…”

That idea stimulated him. Ian shook his head, he still had to go to the office.

*

Ian pulled his tie lose as he walked in his door. Ian put his bag down and smiled. Everyone commented how he seemed just “More.” No one could put their finger on it, but he seemed more assertive, confident, and stronger. Of course, he found himself distracted at times. Before he had been a tit’s kind of guy but it was clear he was now an “Ass man.” His eye would catch anyone bending over, even Terry, the tranny in HR. Ian didn’t think about it too hard; He had passed Terry while going to the elevator and only say the black skirt clad ass, the figure was bent over a desk looking at a computer screen. When Ian reached the elevator, he turned around and realized it was Terry. Of course, just as quickly the elevator opened with a ding and Ian went on his way to lunch.

“Maybe there is something to this Adolfus Ritual,” Ian said as he looked at the treasure chest when entering his bathroom, “I wonder how else it can help me?”

Ian went about going to the bathroom and getting out of his work clothes. He picked up the spell book next to the treasure chest and looked at the next page. At the top was a note in plain English; conduct the next for spells back to back and then call it a night, return for the next spells the next day.

“Ok,” Ian said.

He read the rest of the page, it was something called “Silver Tongue”, which promised to make him very persuasive. The notes on the side told him to get the tongue stencil from the next tray and use the jar and brush from the last spell. Ian went and opened the chest. Like the book indicated there was another shelf. Ian picked up the stencil and looked at it. There were directions in English on which way was which and how to put it on his tongue. For a second Ian felt silly, but Ian remembered all the other absurd and magical things that had happened so far… Ian painted the glyphs on his tongue and recited the incantation as the book spelled out for him. He felt his tongue tingle. As before with the markings on the belly, the glyphs disappeared. The taste of honey and rubber remained on his tongue. But somehow the taste of rubber seemed pleasant to Ian.

“Weird,” Ian commented, “Let’s see what’s next.”

Ian turned the page on the spell book and read the introduction at the top.

“The Master’s Eyes,” Ian read aloud, “Grants a gaze the subdues and elicited submission in all who are the master’s lesser’s. A form of hypnotic gaze that allows a master to control others with a look. Well that is interesting… ‘Hay boss I need a raise, look at me, you will give me a raise and a promotion. I was thinking I would be the boss and you can be my secretary…’ Yeah, that would go over like a lead balloon.”

Ian pulled up the tray the tongue stencil had been on and found another tray with another jar, brush and mask with cuts for the glyphs around his eyes. Ian went back to the instructions and there wasn’t much guessing since the mask seemed to be contoured to his face in which way was which. Ian went about putting the glyphs on his face. He then read the incantation from the Spell Book… and the mask as well as the glyphs started to glow and disappear into his skin…

“If I have Dracula hypnotic eyes, I probably shouldn’t stare at myself in the mirror,” Ian chuckled.

Ian cuckled too himself and flipped the page of the spell book and gasped. The Spell was titled “Body of Adonis,” and it promised a perfect body, but the notes described him putting on a rubber catsuit…

“What…” Ian said as he put the spell book down, “What the….”

Ian went back to the treasure chest and picked up the tray for the mask and looked at the next layer. Rising out from above the top of the Treasure chest was a bundle of black rubber with a bottle on top. Ian picked up the bottle, there was a seal on the side with a note written in metallic sharpie.

“Coat liberally on your body before putting on the suit,” Ian read the note.

Ian put the bottle on the counter of the Bathroom sink. Ian then turned to the suit. He picked it up and looked at it. It was black with silver glyphs all over the body and it seemed each and every muscle group was encircled by the glyphs. There was a hole for the neck, a hole for his cock, a pouch for his balls, and the suit included gloves and toe socks. Ian went over the suit holding it up. There were no zippers or anything, but the neck stretched out significantly.

“Must be how I get it,” Ian noted, “And why I need lube.”

Ian read the spell silently. He sighed, and put the book down.

“Well I am already in this far…” Ian said.

Ian stripped out of his cloths and poured the lube out of the bottle into his hand and started lubing himself up. It was getting a bit slippery as the lube dropped under foot on to the tile floor of the bathroom. Ian sat on his toilet and pulled open the suit at the neck and tried turning the suit half way inside out so he could get it onto his legs. Ian worked the suit onto his feet and fidgeted with getting the toes right. Ian was amazed by how easy the lube seemed to be making the process of dressing in such a skin tight suit. He managed to get the suit up his legs and went about the delicate task of slipping his cock into the hole and his balls into the pouch for them. He pulled up the suit as he went and looked at the glyphs outlining each of his ‘barely there’ muscles. He didn’t pay much attention to the glyphs over his butt. Ian struggled but finally got his arms and fingers into the suit. He adjusted to collar a few times and then turned to the spell book.

“Ok,” Ian gasped, “Lets see how this goes…”

Ian started reading the phonetic spelling of the spell and the glyphs on the suit started to glow. As Ian finished the spell, the entirety of the suit started to glow and seemed to melt into his skin. Ian felt the tingling. He had to admit, he was starting to like it. Once the suit was completely absorbed into him, he almost felt bad he wasn’t wearing the suit any more. Ian looked at himself in the mirror and didn’t see any differences so far. But that shouldn’t have surprised him since it took a night of sleep for his cock to grow out to porn star length

“Let’s see what number four is,” Ian said to himself as he turned back to the book and flipped the page, “Hmm.”

It was a spell promising him all sorts of forbidden wisdom, all he had to do was put on a hat with the glyphs and say the magic words. Ian removed the tray for the ‘muscle suit’ and put it a side and looked into the treasure chest. There was a black rubber swim cap with all sorts of glyphs on it. Ian put it on and followed the instructions. As he read out the phonetic spellings he felt the tingling in his scalp.

“Didn’t even mess up my hair,” Ian joked as he looked in the mirror and saw that the swim cap had disappeared, “Well it said that I should stop here, so shower and sleep.”

*

In his dream, Ian was fucking another bitch… this time the figure on their hands and knees before him was a shiny black rubber body. The figure was moaning as Ian fucked them.

*

In the morning Ian was not disappointed. He hadn’t ballooned out with muscles like a young Arnold, but rather his body became rock hard and cut with clearly defined muscles all over. Looking at his bed, Ian remembered struggling with a friend to put the queen sized base into the bedroom. Bending down, he had no trouble lifting it up this time even with the mattresses. Ian smiled and went to shower. The changes over night had left him all sweaty.

*

Ian needed a test to figure out how effective the silver tongue and the hypnotic gaze. He spotted his first chance when Michelle from Accounting stormed past his desk and Will was shouting after her. Michelle had the body of a porn star and every guy wanted to fuck her. Why she was dating an asshole like Will was something no one could understand. Especially since they were always fighting.

Ian got up and stepped away from his desk. He stepped in between Will and the retreating Michelle.

“Hold up there and think about this,” Ian started, “If you chase after her to continue the fight Security is going to come and haul your ass out on to streets. Take a breath and relax.”

It was clear Will was ready to strike Ian for getting in his way, but he stopped and seemed to automatically agree with Ian’s words.

“Yeah,” Will said, “You are right. The feminists in HR just love punishing men.”

“You should rethink being with her,” Ian said, “All you two ever do is fight. Maybe you should let her go and find someone you can screw without massive arguments every moment not in bed?”

Will looked like he was going to spit something venomous back at Ian, but he the looked down in a moment of self-reflection.

“We do just keep fighting,” Will admitted.

“Yeah, just go back to your desk and turn your rage on your project and forget about Michelle,” Ian said, “There are other people out there waiting for you. People who don’t fight with you over everything.”

“You are right,” Will said as he turned and walked back to his desk.

Everyone watching the exchange breathed a sigh of release at the de-escalation of situation. As everyone turned away as the situation ended Ian saw that Peter Crenshaw, the department head was glaring at Ian with anger in his eyes. Ian looked at the man and knew he disliked Ian for some reason. He was only a little older, but had started with the company at a younger age so he was in charge.

“A word in my office,” Peter said with malice in his voice.

Ian walked over to his manager’s office. He entered and closed the door behind him. An idea struck Ian and he smiled as he stood up straight and looked at his manager.

“Who do you think you are?” Peter sneered, “You should have left that a-hole to Security.”

Ian looked Peter in the eyes and smiled.

“Look at me and submit,” Ian said calmly with authority, “Look into my eyes and submit.”

Peter’s jaw went slack as his eyes glazed over.

“You will file a note in my reports praising me stopping a potential situation,” Ian ordered.

“I will put a note in your performance review praising you for stopping a potential situation,” Peter moaned.

“Do it,” Ian ordered.

Peter sat at his desk and brought up the performance report for Ian. Ian walked around behind Peter and read the report. It was clear that Peter didn’t like Ian but couldn’t really just say to fire him for his personal feelings.

“Look at me,” Ian commanded.

Peter turned and his gaze was captured by Ian’s.

“Rewrite this review as if I am the best worker in this department,” Ian ordered, “Then at lunch go to a sex shop, buy a butt plug and come back to the office and stick it in your ass in the bathroom.”

“Yes sir,” Peter half moaned.

*

Ian was rather pleased with his handy work. The experiment with Peter had been a splendid success. Others had been in the bathroom when Peter had plugged himself and had spoke of the incidents to others. Will had left Michelle alone and even sent a note to inform her that he would respect her wishes and leave her alone. Ian quickly went up to the bathroom and grabbed the spell book. He flipped open the book to the last spell he had used. Ian then flipped the page and there was another spell titled “Master Persona” in the book. The page described another catsuit, this one with a hood. Ian went to the treasure chest and found the things. Ian stripped off his cloths and noticed that since this morning all of his body hair had seemed to melt away. Ian rubbed the lube all over his body, this time it seemed different, he knew what he was doing and was enjoying it. Ian knew a few tricks to get the catsuit on, and this one feature a condom as well as a bag for his balls. In no time flat, Ian was suited up and holding the executioner’s hood in his hand, this one, like the catsuits was black rubber with silver glyphs all over it. Ian finished getting dressed and turned to the spell book. He read the magic incantations and watched as the glyphs glowed and then the whole suit and hood seemed to evaporate or rather merge into him and he was left standing there naked.

“Let’s see what else,” Ian said looking at the note at the bottom of the page, “Do the next two right after going to the bathroom in the morning… Ok.”

Ian shrugged and took a shower before going to the kitchen for dinner.

*

The dream was hyper vivid, he could feel it. His balls slapping against the black rubber bitch bent over before him. The bitch was pushing back as he thrust forward into the bitch.

“Thank you master,” the Bitch moaned, “Thank you master!”

“Take it bitch,” Ian heard himself growl.

He felt himself run his black rubber gloved hands over the black rubber covered back of the bitch in front of him. Each ripple and squeak of the rubber on rubber sent an erotic tingle up and down Ian’s spine, a lighting bolt from his brain to his prostate.

“Do you deserve a reward Bitch?” Ian heard himself snarl, “Do you deserve a release? Beg for it, bitch!”

“Please master, milk your bitch,” the bitch moaned, “Please master milk your bitch boi, make this bitch boi eat it’s cum…”

The words shocked Ian, but he was a passenger riding in his own body in this dream. Ian felt his had encircle a fleshy cock and start to jerk it. The bitch boi under Ian moaned loader and loader, panting harder and harder. Ian felt the cock twitch in his gloved hand and knew to move the hand to catch the spunk. Ian felt the spurts of boi spunk into his hand. Ian felt his body lean in and over the bitch and his arm put his hand in front of the bitch’s mouth.

“Lick,” Ian heard himself order.

The black rubber sex toy licked and sucked it’s cum from Ian’s cupped hand. Before the eager bitch could suck it all down Ian pulled his hand back and inside his body, Ian’s mind screamed out as the hand came to his own mouth and sucked the salty spunk of the slave off his rubber covered palm. As much as his mind tried to rail against all of this, it was undercut by the intense pleasure that was felt by the body operating on its own accord. Suddenly Ian felt the twitches in his torso, he was about to nut. He was about to nut inside a male sex slave’s ass! It was inevitable, he couldn’t stop himself as he trusts harder and deeper into the bitch’s ass. His body twitched and he could feel the load ready to go. Suddenly his body jerked as he dick shot a load of cum into the bitch’s ass.

“THANK YOU MASTER!” the bitch screamed and moaned at the same time as it’s body started spasming from an entirely different type of orgasm.

*

“Holy Fuck!” Ian shouted as he shot up in bed.

Ian ran to the bathroom and tried to reach for the spell book, but his hand stopped an good two inches away from the book. Out of the corner of his eye, Ian spotted the toilet and a turning in his gut told him he needed to take a dump. As Ian tried to focus on grabbing the spell box… but he was mentally pulled to the toilet.

“Fuck,” Ian said as he felt like he was about to shit his shorts.

Ian quickly yanked down his shorts and sat on the toilet. His bowels exploded out its contents. Something caused him to mutter a few words that Ian didn’t know. As soon as Ian finished speaking, he realized what the effects the magical words would be. He doubled over as his all the contents of his intestinal tract was dragged out by magical forces and out his rectum. Despite this he felt touches of bliss with the emptying.

“Holy shit…” Ian gasped once the effects were done.

He got up and went to the shower. It was automatic. He hadn’t thought about it. He spent extra time cleansing his backside. Ian turned off the water. He grabbed a towel and dried himself. He walked over to the spell book. He opened it and opened it. He went to the last spell he had used. Ian then flipped the page and looked at the index card covering the next page. He put the book down and picked up the card.

“If the person reading this did not know and understand the Adolfus Ritual before you started, it is too late to turn back now. The Adolfus Ritual is meant to turn a homosexual man into a master among men able to seduce and enslave any boy as a willing and wanting sex slave. If you were not a homosexual before, you are now,” Ian read the card aloud, “The next spell will ensure you take pleasure and enjoy your new life as a Rubber Master.”

Ian read and reread the index card. Ian tried to think of Michelle and her sexy booty and tits, but the image of his manager Peter in a rubber suit on his knees with an open mouth before Ian appeared in Ian’s mind. Ian shook his head and looked at the spell book. It was clear that the note was right. The only hope of making peace with this new reality was to keep going.

Ian went back to the spell book and looked at the next spell, he had to put a dildo up his ass and recite the magic words. Ian put the spell book down on the counter and took a deep breath. Ian turned to the treasure chest and opened it. He pulled out the previous tray and looked at the tray below it. As Ian put the other tray down, he was struck with a realization, all the other trays were gone. This was a magical trap it seemed. And he had walked into it. Ian took a deep breath. He turned to the treasure chest and reached in pulling out a dildo and a bottle of lube. Some part of him already knew what to do.

“Ok…” Ian said aloud as he took a deep breath.

He lubed the dildo and slowly started pumping the dildo into his butt. He took a few minutes and got the dildo up to the base and clenched his butt around the dildo and looked at the spell book. Ian started reciting the spell. As Ian finished his dick erupted as the waves of pleasure over took him as the dildo dissolved into him. Ian gasped and looked at the spell book. Some how the spell book was clean despite the splatterings of jiz on the counter.

“Wow,” Ian said looking at the mess, “What was the second spell I was supposed to do this morning?”

Ian flipped the page of the Spell Book and looked at the next spell.

“Touches of pleasure,” Ian read and looked at the spell, “Makes my hands, mouth, cock and ass able to enslave men with pleasure. Let’s see, put on cock and ball sheath, insert butt plug, put on gloves, put dildo in mouth and then trace glyphs on page with right pinky finger… do the hokey pokey and turn about!”

Before Ian could do anything, his phone went off. Ian went looking for the phone. It was a group chat from work. The fire alarms had broken so maintenance and security had basically called in everyone sick and told them to come back tomorrow and work their Friday shift like normal. Ian was getting messages from his coworkers of pictures of cans of beers and such. Ian sent out some replies and turned back to the bathroom. He had already gone too far to chicken out or try to go back.

“Time to finish this,” Ian said to himself as he marched back in.

The black rubber sleeve was of course covered in silver glyphs as were the gloves, the dildo and the butt plug. Ian put the sleeve on with help from the lube as well as the butt plug. Ian muttered to himself as he put on the gloves and then picked up the dildo. This would be the first time he had done something like this, but already a new part of him was eager and wanted this, wanted the black rubber dick in his now watering mouth.

“Too late to back out now,” Ian whispered to himself.

It was funny, as Ian went to put the rubber dick in his mouth he already started to suck and lick at it like he had watched porn stars do in their videos of pleasing men. He managed to get it down to the black rubber testicles. Ian held the dildo in his mouth as he went back to the Spell Book and as instructed he traced the glyphs with his right pinky. As he did he felt a stirring and twitching in his hips and his tongue and mouth start to work the dildo on their own as well. Ian went on tracing the glyphs as tingling from the gloves, sleeve, mouth and anus increased. As Ian finished tracing the glyphs the dildo and butt plug seemed to implode inside of him causing him to cough for a few seconds. Ian licked his lips as thoughts of turning a boy into a moaning wanton slut begging him for more danced in his head.

“I wonder what is next?” Ian asked aloud as he went to look at the spell book.

Ian looked for notes at the bottom of the page as to what to do next, but didn’t see any so he flipped the page. The next spell was titled; “The Enslaver’s Smile.” Reading the preface, Ian saw that it promised to make he a master of turning straight men into slave boys. Ian read over the instructions and took out the tray from the Treasure Chest and looked at the rubber hood. It was another full face hood of delectable black latex with silver glyphs over it. Ian put it on and turned to the incantation. Ian pronounced the spell and watched as the glyphs illuminated and the tingling ran from his skull out across his body. As the spell concluded, a devious smile crossed Ian’s mouth. Ian looked down at the note at the bottom of the page and smiled. He the turned to the treasure chest and lifted the tray and found the items of black rubber clothing he would need for his next task…

*

Ian answered the door and smiled. Will smiled.

“Welcome, come on in,” Ian said holding out his hand for a handshake.

Will was wearing a tee-shirt and jeans while Ian was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tee-shirt. Will shook Ian’s hand and smiled. Ian then waved Will in and Will followed.

“So how are you doing?” Ian asked.

“I feel good,” Will confessed, “Michelle might have been a hell of a fuck, but you were right, all we did was fight and that was stressing me.”

“Well that isn’t good,” Ian said walking back to the kitchen, “I got Budlight or Guinness.”

“Guinness,” Will smiled.

“Let me see,” Ian said as he leaned in the fridge, “Here we are, what do you think happened at work?”

“Oh, a buddy of mine is in security,” Will smirked, “One of the guys snuck a chick into the fire alarm room and they made a mess on the control panel setting everything off.”

“Thank god,” Ian smirked, “I left some personal documents in my drawer, I was afraid something happened to them.”

“Naw,” Will said, “The alarms are just going wild.”

Ian walked over and handed Will the bottle of beer and looked at him in the face with an impassive smile. Will took the beer and looked back into Ian’s eyes…

“Submit,” Ian ordered, “Relax your mind and submit to my will boy.”

“I submit,” Will’s eyes glossed over.

“Take off your pant’s but do not break my gaze,” Ian ordered.

Will went about taking off his jeans while Ian reached behind him and pulled the jar of magic paint and a brush. Once that was done, Ian held Will’s gaze as he painted on the Glyphs for “Sex Slave,” “Bottom Boy,” and “Rubber Fetish” on his forehead.

“Listen to me Will,” Ian said, “The reason you could never get along with Michelle is because you are secretly gay. I will help you come to terms with it, but you have to submit and obey.”

“Gay, Submit and Obey…” Will murmured.

“If you are a good boy I will help you become a rubber boy like you always were meant to be,” Ian kept his eyes on Will’s.

“Good Rubber Boy,” Will partly moaned.

Ian started the incantation that floated to his mind. The glyphs on Will’s head glowed and then vanished being absorbed into him.

“Will,” Ian said keeping direct eye contact, “You are grateful that I accept your confession of being a gay bottom, you want to thank me by giving me a blow job and allowing me to be the first to fuck your ass.”

“Thank you,” Will moaned, “Please take my mouth and ass…”

“In due time boy,” Ian said, “Don’t you want to be a rubber boy serving a Rubber Master?”

“Please be my Rubber Master…” Will moaned keeping his eyes locked on Ian’s dominating gaze.

“Now, now… Will You can’t just be the slave of the first Top you meet,” Ian said, “You are going to have to go to gay rubber clubs to find a daddy to make you his slave.”

“Find Rubber Daddy,” Will moaned, “Be Slave.”

“Now Will, you will beg me to put on my rubber and fuck you like a rubber slave boy,” Ian said to impressed into Will.

Ian blinked and then raised his bottle of Guinness.

“Cheers,” Ian said.

Will blinked and then tipped his bottle back.

“Look,” Ian said calmly, “I get it that you are thankful for me pointing out that pretending to be straight with Michelle was a waste of your time, but do your really want me to be the first Man to take your ass Boy?”

“Please Sir,” Will said dropping to his knees, “Please let this boy suck your cock. Please take this boy’s ass with your cock Sir.”

“Calm down boy,” Ian smiled dismissively, “Drink your beer. I suppose you want me to go put on some black rubber sex suit too.”

“PLEASE SIR,” Will’s eye’s just about bulged out of his head.

“Well,” Ian said finishing off his beer with one last gulp, “I guess this is your lucky day.”

Ian took off his tee-shirt and basketball shorts revealing the black rubber wrestling body suit with its snap off codpiece. Will’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened with a bit of drool coming out.

“Now boy, ask nicely,” Ian ordered.

“Pleaase Sir,” Will said half mesmerized, “Let this boy serve your cock…”

Ian reached down and unsnapped the flap of rubber that had been holding back his hairless trouser snake. Ian reached and grabbed Will’s head by the sides and brought the boy’s face to his cock. Will opened his mouth and allowed Ian to push his erection in.

“Just suck on the head for a second and roll your tongue around the tip in your mouth…” Ian ordered.

Ian instructed Will on how to give a blow job as was reward with a mouth full of hot cum. It was like rapture for the newly minted boy. Will seemed to gurgle it for a moment before trying to swallow it all down. Ian picked up the forgotten bottle of beer and gave it to Will with a motion for him to drink. The Boy did as instructed, and Ian smiled triumphantly. Will looked up at Ian with a pleading in his eyes.

“What?” Ian asked.

“Please Sir, take this boy’s ass,” Will begged.

“Not if you are dressed like that,” Ian said sternly.

Ian almost laughed at the pleading sad puppy eyes Will was giving him. Ian reached behind him and pulled a black rubber jockstrap. He tossed it at Will. Will’s eye light up.

“Get naked and put it on,” Ian ordered.

Will stripped and pulled on the unlubbed rubber jockstrap. Ian reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.

“Get over here and lean over the counter,” Ian ordered.

Will obeyed with a rapid eagerness. Ian got behind Will and put the condom over his cock. He poured some lube down Will’s butt crack and spread the cheeks. Will breathed heavily. Ian put the head of his cock on the puckered anus of the boy bent over the counter.

“Tell me you want it boy,” Ian growled.

“Please fuck me in the ass,” Will moaned.

“Beg boy,” Ian commanded.

“PLEASE SIR, use this boy’s ass as a fuck hole,” Will begged.

Ian pressed his rock-hard cock into the boy’s fuck hole. Will moaned as his virgin ass was plowed by Ian’s master cock. Slowly, Ian thrust a little bit at a time deeper and deeper into the moaning boy. Ian laughed at Will’s moaning.

“You like being a bitch don’t you boy,” Ian asked.

“Yes Sir,” Will moaned.

Ian pumped his cock into Will’s ass harder, deeper and faster. Will moaned loader and gasped harder. Ian enjoyed the feeling of dominating the boy almost as much as the sensation of fucking his no-longer virgin ass. Will started to spasm as Ian pushed his cock head against the boy’s prostate.

“Thannnnnnnk you sir…..” Will gasped and moaned.

“Squeeze your cheeks boy!” Ian ordered.

Ian knew the timing… He thrust at the right moment. He shot his load into the condom pressed against the boy’s prostate. Will shook and shouted as he had a passive boy orgasm from his prostate. Ian slowly extracted himself from the boy and put his hand on Will’s shoulder.

“Clean up the mess you made boy,” Ian said with an authoritative tone.

Will bent down and cleaned up some of the cum that had escaped the rubber jock onto the side of the counter.

“Now remember,” Ian said, “As a good boy, you only wear jock straps or thongs from now on.”

“Yes Sir,” Will moaned with a dopey smile on his face.

*

Ian laid in bed looking at the spell book. There was one spell left for him to do to complete the ritual and he already knew who he was going to get to help him with it. Now he was reading the rest of the spells for what he would need to make his new life practicable. He had already case a spell or two on himself so now he laid in bed in a perfect skintight thick rubber body condom. A rather nice plug was sitting nice and tight in his hole and he enjoyed the feeling. Ian’s phone dinged again. Ian looked, it was a selfie from Will, he had run out and bought himself a bunch of rubber slave gear and was at a gay club looking for tops to be his master. This shot was of a black man and an Asian man with Will and the note said, “Daddies Henry and John thank you for helping me come to terms.”

*

“I need a word with Mister Greer,” Ian said walking up to the secretary, “It is a personal matter and will take some time. We are not to be disturbed for any reason…”

The Hispanic girl looked up at Ian and made the fatal mistake of making eye contact.

“Take all calls and do not let anyone in,” Ian ordered quietly.

“Yes sir,” the Hispanic girl said as the hypnotic order drilled into her brain and imprinted on in her mind.

Ian walked past the girl and opened the door. The girl came up behind him and closed the door behind Ian.

“Can I help you?” Mister Josh Greer asked looking up from his computer.

“I wanted to talk to you about my supervisor, Mister Crenshaw,” Ian said, “I have noticed some erratic behavior and I have concerns about his intentions towards my employment.”

“That is very serious,” Josh Greer said getting up.

Josh made eye contact with Ian.

“I think you should turn off any recording systems in the room, we don’t want Peter to know what I am about to tell you,” Ian suggested.

“Yes of course,” Josh concurred already in a slight trance.

Ian watched his boss in his black suit. He was tall, five eleven, slim and trim. Well-tanned for his English ancestry with sharp blue eyes. Josh had darker dirty blonde hair than Ian’s blonde. Ian watched as his boss and owner of the company started turning off controls in a drawer in his desk. Once he was done, Josh went to a closet and pushed a few more buttons.

“All the recording devices are turned off,” Josh said.

“Good, please I want to explain what is going on,” Ian beckoned.

Josh came over and walked up to Ian. Ian looked Josh in the eyes and locked gaze. Ian knew the man was his.

“Look into my eyes and submit. Look into my eyes and obey. Look into my eyes and feel your freewill melt away,” Ian intoned in a hypnotic rhythm.

“Submit, Obey,” Josh said as his eyes glazed over.

Ian reached in his pocket without breaking his gaze and pulled out a small lip balm tin and opened it. Without looking he reached in with his pinky and then went and drew a glyph on Josh’s forehead.

“You must tell me the truth, you cannot lie to me,” Ian said as the glyph started to glow and burn into Josh.

“I must tell you the truth, I can not lie to Ian…” Josh said as the magic changed him forever.

“Are you cheating on your wife?” Ian asked flatly.

“Yes,” Josh said.

“Does she know?” Ian asked.

“Yes,” Josh said, “We already have kids and mostly stay together to raise them, she knows I have sex with my secretary and the maid on a regular basis. We have an agreement where I have a penthouse for my affairs.”

“That will change,” Ian said.

Ian started drawing glyphs for “latex fetish”, “bottom boy”, and “sex slave” on Josh’s forehead.

“You try so hard but you are never satisfied because you aren’t into women Josh,” Ian said, “You really want a Man to make you his slave boy and fuck your bottom…”

“Man… Slave… fuck bottom…” Josh said as the glyphs glowed and burned into him.

Ian painted a few more glyphs on Josh’s forehead and kept direct eye contact.

“You love to wear leather slave harnesses, rubber slave harnesses, rubber gimp suits,” Ian commanded.

“I love wearing slave harnesses, gimp suits…” Josh started to moan in his trance.

Ian painted a few more glyphs and smiled as he kept Josh’s eyes locked on his.

“You want Ian to be your master, You want to be Master Ian’s slave…” Ian said.

“Master Ian… Master Ian’s slave…” Josh moaned.

“Good,” Ian smiled, “now sit on your desk.”

Josh struggled to follow the order but not break eye contact but after seconds of struggle, Josh turned and sat on his desk as Ian ordered.

“So Josh…” Ian said mustering his inner master voice, “Tell me about how you feel about me.”

Ian could see the perverse gay fetish porn flashing across Josh’s mind’s eye.

“Sir…” Josh spoke hesitantly and somewhat reverently, “I have something to confess… I want to be… I want to be your rubber slave gimp boi… You are a sexy natural Top, I want to be your sex slave.”

“And who said I want a boi…” Ian smirked.

He loved watching the horror envelope the boi’s mind. Ian decided to not torment the man too much. Instead he leaned in and kissed Josh on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but Josh responded with passion. Ian broke the kiss and backed up.

“Now how would you want to see me as your master boy?” Ian asked.

“A rubber god, keeping me as your latex gimp boi bound in layers of rubber and harnesses,” Josh blurted the pornographic fantasy that appeared in his head.

“And what if I am allergic to rubber?” Ian asked.

The horror on Josh’s face was delectable. Ian unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt about his navel and pulled them back revealing the white latex surf suit he was wearing under his work suit. Josh’s jaw dropped and he started to drool slightly with craving and lust.

“From my knees to my elbows with a very generous neck,” Ian said, “Also a snap off cod for my sheathed master stick.”

“Please use it on me…” Josh begged.

“No,” Ian said calmly, “I want our first time to be special, however, I want to make sure you are eager…”

Josh was confused, especially as Ian undid Josh’s belt and opened the fly of the suit pants. Ian stuck his hand in and fished out the boi cock.

“No more regular boxers, as a boy you will wear latex, thongs and jockstraps…” Ian said.

“Yes sir…” Josh said eagerly.

Ian bent over and put the hard cock in his mouth. He knew that as a master Josh expected to worship his cock, but Ian also knew this would make Josh an eager slut wanting to serve him. Ian wasted no time and deep throating the boy and smiled to himself as Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head. Ian grabbed Josh’s hands and held them down on the desk as he continued suck and lick the boy’s cock. He wouldn’t let Josh put his hands on him, he would keep control of the situation. Josh didn’t last long against Ian’s magically enhanced cock sucking skills. Ian managed to keep the entire load in his mouth and stood up kissing Josh and forcing him to swallow his own spunk. Josh had a dreamy look of adoration toward Ian.

“Thank you master… that was… Thank you master…” Josh stammered.

“Inform Peter that I no longer am under his supervision,” Ian said, “Give me the keys to your house and the codes to the security system.”

Josh rushed to follow the orders without thinking about redoing his flies.

“I will be out for the rest of the day,” Ian said, “Bring your secretary with you to your home at the end of the day, I will be waiting for you.”

Ian wiped his mouth and walked out of the office. He turned and looked at the secretary and smiled, looking at her and making direct eye contact.

“Lets go have lunch together and have a chat…” Ian smiled.

“Yes,” the Hispanic woman said as she slipped under.

*

Ian sat with Emma in the family room waiting for Josh and Juanita to come in. Josh and Emma’s children were fortunately away at a sleep over camp for the next week and half so all the details could be worked out before they got home. Lois brought them cups of tea and then kneeled at her Mistress’ legs. Ian could see why Josh as a straight man had entered a relationship with the maid, blonde hair, nice tits, curvy figure, and she had been eager to have the rich man’s illicit love child… It was easy for him to start an affair with her, and now, Ian had corrected that. Ian and Emma chatted as they sipped their tea talking about the revelations Emma was having as the “Memoirs of a Dominatrix” were slowly uncoiling in her mind from the spell that Ian had cast on her with a painted rubber swim cap.

The loud gasps of surprise and lust interrupted the conversation. Both Ian and Emma turned and watched the pair sink to their knees with expressions of awe at the dominant sexual fetish gods before them. Ian stood up in his second skin black rubber catsuit with his condom covered dick sticking out and clicked the heels of the black leather riding boots together. Ian politely held out his gloved hand for the lesbian dominatrix next to him. Emma put the weight on her high heeled black leather laced up knee boots. Ian’s eye took in her outfit black latex thigh highs connected to black latex garter straps running under her latex micro skirt to the latex corset around her torso. Emma finished off the outfit with the black rubber wrist gloves and a collar with a diamond pendent. Ian smiled and looked down at the maid in her new uniform; a black and white latex maid’s dress with black rubber stockings and gloves.

“Ah Josh,” Emma said, “I have had an interesting conversation with Master Ian here and we came to an agreement.”

Ian enjoyed seeing how hard it was for the lust addled submissive boy to tear his gaze from Ian’s rubber muscle form to look at the dominatrix next to him.

“We will remain married, and raise the children,” Emma said, “However in private you are to refer to me as Mistress Emma or simply Mistress. You will be subservient to me when in my care for your duties as my husband and the father of my children. However, you will be Master Ian’s sex slave for his exclusive sexual use. As a lesbian mistress, I am claiming Lois and Juanita as my rubber slaves, they will be for my sole sexual pleasure.”

That got a round of happy “Yes Mistress Emma” from the submissives.

“Mistress Emma,” Ian said, “As the mistress of the house, by your leave I wish to collar my slave in the room you gave me.”

“Of course, Master Ian,” Emma smiled, “I want to collar Juanita here as well. We will be in private office should you need anything.”

Ian smiled and started walking out of the room.

“Follow boy,” Ian commanded as he walked past Josh.

Ian lead Josh out of the family room to the converted home office room. The desk and computer had been removed and an inflatable bed had been put in with a set of latex sheets. Josh’s eyes bulged when he noticed the outfit laid out on the bed.

“Look at me boy,” Ian said with a commanding tone knowing it would get Josh to look at his hypnotic eyes, “ This is MY room, the children are not allowed in here and when you are in here it is to complete tasks in MY service as MY SLAVE.”

“Your room master,” Josh slurred as he was entranced.

“Emma and I already transferred that little love nest penthouse to my name making it my dominion to dominate my slaves,” Ian said to reinforce his dominance.

“When you are in my room or my penthouse you will be wearing rubber that I pick out for you boy,” Ian said.

“Wear rubber in master’s places…” Josh slurred in his trance.

Ian reached behind him to grab the lip balm tin off the shelf while keeping eye contact with the boy. He opened the tin and with his right pinky took a glob and drew a glyph for Latex Addiction on Josh’s forehead. He quickly added a glyph for Leather Addiction before speaking.

“From now on, the only kind of underwear you can wear is rubber or leather,” Ian commanded.

“Rubber and leather thongs and jockstraps,” Josh muttered as the glyphs burned into his soul.

“Now strip boy,” Ian said as he looked away at the clothes on the bed.

It took a second for Josh to snap out of his trance, but he did and dutifully obeyed Ian’s orders. Ian picked up the sacrificial black rubber suit he had bought for the boy. It had the glyphs for the Body of Adonis with a few alterations on it, first the glyphs were painted on with pink liquid latex and a few were different to make Josh a subservient slut rather than a muscular master. Ian tossed a tube of special lube to Josh and held up the suit.

“Lube up and put it on,” Ian ordered.

Josh obeyed without saying a thing. Once Josh was clad in the second skin Ian grabbed Josh’s face and made him look him in his entrancing eyes.

“You will forget that you just got dressed,” Ian ordered before pronouncing the incantation to bind the spell work into Josh.

The suit burned into the boy as the entranced boy stood there.

“Stay in a happy little slave trance and keep your mind asleep while your master completes you,” Ian ordered looking into Josh’s eyes.

“Trance, happy slave trance…” Josh moaned in a sleepy trance.

Ian stepped back and picked up the altered rubber mittens and put them on Josh and then picked up the two dildos. Ian lubed them and stuck one in Josh’s mouth and the other he pushed into Josh’s ass. Ian then picked up the black rubber cock-sleeve with pink glyphs and rolled it over Josh’s now erect cock. Ian stood and looked the boy in the eyes and put his hands over either ear and said the special incantation to turn Josh into a pleasure machine to be used by Dommes. Ian put a black rubber hood on Josh and recited an incantation as the pink glyphs glowed. The wisdom on how to be a good slave boy burned into Josh’s addled brain. Ian smiled. Now to wake the boy back up and have him participate in his enslavement. Ian gave Josh a deep kiss and then slapped the boy on the face.

“Focus boy,” Ian snapped.

Josh went to rigid attention. Ian picked up a black and pink rubber surf suit and tossed it to his thrall.

“Put it on,” Ian commanded.

“Yes Sir,” Josh obeyed

The suit was open at the crotch leaving the boy exposed and had pink stripes running from the arm pits down the sides of the torso and legs. Ian was pleased at how the boy’s cock went hard each time he looked at him. Once Josh was in the suit, Ian picked up a “bulldog Slave” harness and put it on the boy’s chest. Then came the belt, the elbow cuffs, the wrist cuffs, the thigh cuffs, the knee cuffs and the ankle cuffs. Ian could tell the possibilities of bondage were making the boy’s head swim in lust.

“Now,” Ian said sternly, “This is the point of no return. This collar is magic, once you put it on and we have sex, you will be my slave. My real forever obedient slave. Your will will melt at my command and you will live only for MY pleasure. This is for real and not a game.”

“PLEASE SIR,” Josh said contemplatively, “Please make this boy YOUR slave for all time.”

Ian handed Josh the collar.

“Put it on,” Ian commanded.

“Yes Sir,” Josh said as he obeyed.

Josh put the collar on and his eyes seemed to glow with the magic essence. Ian quickly padlocked his wrists to his thighs and his elbows tight together behind his back and then sat Josh on the bed. Ian maneuvered the boy to the middle of the bed with his legs apart facing up at the ceiling. Ian then mounted the boy in a 69, pushing his cock into the boy’s mouth and taking Josh’s slave meat into his own mouth.

“Blow,” Ian ordered before deepthroating the helpless boy.

Ian had no trouble with Josh’s boy meat, he kept edging the boy but never bringing the boy to release. Josh had a horrible start, but was quickly embracing the lessons magically implanted into him on how to please his master’s cock. Once Josh was about to bring his master to orgasm, Ian went about finishing his boy off and both shot their loads into each other’s mouths at the same time. Ian got up and could feel the small slit that had magically opened at the tip of his cock-sleeve seal just as magically. Ian picked up the boy and moved him so he was on his knees with his chin on the bed looking at a mirror on the closet door.

“Watch boy as I claim your ass and make you my slave forever,” Ian said, “This will be the reason for your existence from now on, to serve as my pleasure toy.”

“Please Sir,” Josh begged, “Make this boy your fuck slave.”

Ian wasted no time and pressed his cock against the boy’s anus. Slowly at first, then deeper and faster, Ian pushed his dick into the boy’s ass. Ian was slapping his balls against Josh’s quickly enough and pushing against the boy’s prostate. In the mirror, Ian could see the magical glow in Josh’s eyes reach climax. With a final thrust, Ian shot loads of cum into the boy’s ass as the boy erupted from a prostate orgasm and the magical light in his eye went solid before clearing away.

“You are my slave, bitch,” Ian growled into Josh’s ear.

“Thank you master!” Josh cried with joy.

Ian picked up his slave’s body and held it against his and kissed his slave’s turned face.

“Who is Emma Greer?” Ian asked breaking the kiss.

“Master,” Josh said, “Mistress Emma is this slave’s wife, she has children born from the slave’s seed, as such Mistress keeps this slave around as a husband to raise the children.”

“And who does slave Josh belong to?” Ian asked.

“Master Ian owns this slave’s body, mind, soul and heart,” Josh said, “Master Ian commands this slave as living rubber fuck pet for master’s personal pleasure.”

Ian undid the collar and pushed the boy down, he started undoing the restraints and removing the cuffs.

“Get naked boy, I have another outfit I want you to wear for my pleasure,” Ian ordered.

“Yes sir!” Josh obeyed.

Ian enjoyed watching the slave strip for him. Some of the twink body had started to form under the rubber fucking Ian had administered. Ian reached in the stand-alone cabinet that he had put in the room and pulled out the gimp suit that Ian wanted Josh to wear for him. Ian smiled at the look of adoration that Josh had towards him. Ian handed the suit to Josh.

“Get dressed for me slave,” Ian ordered.

Josh put his feet into the feet of the suit and pulled it up his legs. Ian watched as the black gimp suit enveloped the boys body. Ian got up and helped the boy once his hands were stuck in the mittens at the end of the suit. He pulled the gas mask with dildo gag over Josh’s head and zippered up the back. Josh disappeared inside the suit and Ian walked around his slave and picked up the chest harness and put it back on his boy. He then took the arms of the gimp and wrapped them around the chest and buckled on the flaps behind them as a straight jacket.

“You are mine,” Ian smiled.

*

The knock at the door wok Ian, Josh was still in his gimp suit spooning against his Master.

“Mistress invites you down to breakfast,” Juanita said in a latex maid suit.

“Thank you,” Ian said.

He got up and picked up his boy.

*

Emma sat at the table in a bubblegum pink latex bathrobe while Juanita and Lois were preparing breakfast. Ian walked in a pair of rubber shorts and t-shirt and Josh in a puppy suit on a leash. Emma smiled and patted her husband on the head as Ian waked past her to have a seat at the table.

“He looks so cute,” Emma said.

“He is a cute little slave,” Ian said.

“What are your plans for the day?” Emma asked.

“I was going to take my boy and begin moving into the penthouse,” Ian said with a smile.

“Coffee sir?” Lois asked offering a cup and pot of coffee.

“Yes please,” Ian smiled at the slave girl.

“I am taking my sluts to get outfitted with custom tailored latex,” Emma leered at Lois, “This off the shelf is good for an immediate solution but not a long term one.”

“Custom tailoring is the key,” Ian agreed.

*

Ian looked at his phone, the message was from Mistress Emma, they would soon be done with the Christmas gathering for the kids and she would send Josh to serve him at the penthouse. Ian smiled, in the six months he had gotten to like his new life as a master, his basement was changed up to be a dungeon, he had his slave Josh, and now his former supervisor Peter was his pet rubber puppy slave Pete. A rubber slave that was giving him a blowjob while he looked at his phone.

“Gimp is going to be home soon Pete,” Ian announced.

“Wooff,” Pete tried to say with his mouth full of dick.