The transformation
With the departure of the doctor, Royd was joined in the clinical exam room by two extremely muscular and expressionless rubber-covered slave-assistants that the good doctor seemed to have in endless supply. They silently began their work carrying out the doctorâs final instructions â setting about to clean Royd out and keep him nicely loosened up for the next phase of his Muscle Master and the doctorâs plan. For his part, Royd now laid there, strapped down, stuffed with a shit-covered gigantic strap-on dildo, and permanently tattooed and altered for his Muscle Masterâs pleasure. The worst part, he knew that this was nowhere near the end of his torment at the hands of either of the sadists now controlling his every move.
One of the rubbered minions went into a storage room to retrieve a machine that would be needed for the slutâs cleaning, while the other grasped hold of the doctorâs enormous strap-on dildo and yanked it free from Roydâs manpussy. Once emptied from the huge rubber invader, Royd soon felt the now familiar sensation of a fist and forearm being inserted into him. The assistant soon inserted his second hand and forearm to join the first, filling up Roydâs abused mancunt, mercilessly stretching it since his arms were so muscled, and Roydâs hole was so loose. Royd was almost enjoying the feeling when it very quickly changed being pleasantly full to being stretched and torn apart. Because the assistantâs arms were so powerfully muscled, he was able to put them completely side by side inside of Royd âs rectum. From there he clasped his hands deep down inside of the slutâs musclecunt, and used that as a fulcrum point as he began to separate his elbows from one another, causing the most grotesque straining and blanching of Roydâs pussy-lips. Royd began to scream in agony, and for a brief instant as he squinted from behind clenched eyelids, he was sure that a diabolical smile appeared just briefly on the usually expressionless face of the rubber assistant. The painful fisting and stretching was to continue however, as the assistant began to rotate his arms as if turning an imaginary steering wheel inside of the slutâs hole. This coupled with pumping his arms in and out of the cavernous opening was upholding two of the doctorâs most important rules â that the muscle bitch be kept more and more stretched and dilated, and that he be kept in ever increasing amounts of agony as he progressed through his time at the clinic.
Royd had no idea how long it had been when the rubber covered orderly finally removed both of his arms from his insides, but he could see that the previously pristine white rubber that covered his arms and hands had become a mess of streaky brown stains from reaching what felt like all the way into Roydâs gut during the extra deep and wide fisting session.
As the first assistant went to clean up, the second wheeled over a machine that was about the size of a dishwasher. Donning thick shoulder length white industrial rubber gloves, the second assistant wheeled up a stool and sat between Royd's splayed legs staring straight at the dilated muscle pussy of the trussed up slave. Using a regular cloth he first wiped the shitty residue clinging to the flabby outer lips of Roydâs mancunt. He then inserted into the hole a flanged device of hard rubber that had a criss-cross of metal traversing its open center. Attaching an allen key to the center of the criss-cross, the second assistant began to ratchet open the hard rubber ring now propping open the slaveâs hole. With every turn of the key the metal criss-cross which acted like spokes on a wheel began to expand outward, the effect being that Roydâs hole began to stretch wider and wider apart. It had the same effect as a speculum, but when fully opened Roydâs hole looked more like the drain in a sink than a human asshole. The opening of the hole did not stop until the prop was fully dilated, and Roydâs hole was as big around as a coffee mug.
The assistant then arose from his chair and pressed a button on the side of the exam chair causing it to rotate backward raising Roydâs ass to a level higher than his head. The blood began to rush towards Roydâs temples, and he could hear the assistant busily working with the machine that had been wheeled out of the storage room. The orderly pulled a thick rubber hose from the machine and connected it to the flange of the prop holding the slutâs manpussy wide open for its cleaning. Once screwed on and tightened, the hose now formed a watertight seal and Royd was now ready for a very deep cleaning. The doctor had designed this machine himself as he was not satisfied with standard enema equipment available on the market. This machine would not only fill and cleanse the slave, but the temperature of the water as well as the force of its injection could be tightly controlled. The machine was also capable of extracting the water by means of an industrial suction mechanism. The assistant punched some commands into the console on the side of the machine, and then joined his colleague at the door of the exam room. They shut the light off as they left the room, leaving Royd hooked up to the machine, where he would spend the rest of the night being repeatedly filled to the point of bursting with anything from ice cold water to scalding hot blasts of liquid before every drop was forcefully vacuumed out of him.
When the doctor flicked on the lights and entered the room, he loved the sight he beheld in front of him in the middle of the room. Royd was sweating profusely and moaning in agony as he suffered no less that his thirtieth deep forceful enema of the night. In fact it was now morning and the diabolical doctor was there to begin the dayâs modifications. Roydâs abdomen was distended but taut, straining to retain the gallons of fluid that had been pumped into him. The doctor could not help but to lay his hand against Royd's roidgut, feeling the tight flesh like he were feeling the belly of a heavily pregnant woman. As he enjoyed the sensation he heard the emptying cycle begin, and Royd began to moan more loudly as the cleansing machine sucked the water from his insides so violently that Royd was certain that it would pull out his intestines out along with the fluid. Once he was emptied, the doctor detached the rubber cleaning hose, and wheeled the machine back to its place in the storage room. He then loosened and removed the gasket holding Royd open, the elasticity in his asslips now all but gone as the orifice remained gaping open even after the hard rubber ring was taken away. Righting the chair, the doctor was able to fully admire the previous days adjustments to Roydâs appearance. The tattoos had permanently made him look dumber and whorish and cheap, and the silicone in the muscle bitchâs lips had fully cured leaving his lips with the texture of hard rubber erasers that were pouty and slightly open â the perfect cocksuckerâs mouth. In fact, the modifications to his lips would now leave him with a slight speech impediment that made him sound like a brainless bimbo when he spoke. The good doctor wished his patient good morning, and informed him that they had a busy day in front of them. âBefore we begin out next procedure though you muscle whore, I have brought you a delicious breakfast treatâ The doctor then produced the most disgusting thing Royd thought he had ever seen. He had taken an extra-thick and long condom, knotted and filled with cum, and frozen it onto the end of a stick to make a foul smelling cum popsicle. âYou can practice your cock sucking technique by sucking and slurping on your special treat!â the doctor announced. Having no choice, Royd accepted the popsicle and began to suck on it. As the cum thawed and dissolved Royd had to slurp it down since he could not completely close his mouth with his freshly injected lips. By the time he had finished her breakfast there was a trail of liquefied cum dripping down to his chin â a sight that the doctor liked very much indeed. âYou can look forward to more interesting meals over the rest of your time as your Muscle Masterâs personal whore.
Royd was then released from the chair to which he had been bound for so many hours, and led by a leash to the room next door. All the while the doctor explained to him that for todayâs session, he would be kept awake for the entire time so that he could enjoy the full experience. Royd was certain that there would be nothing enjoyable about it. In the center of the room a large loose leather harness hung from the ceiling, and two orthopedic looking shoes were bolted side by side to the floor. Royd was led over to the pair of shoes, and strapped into them. They were tightly laced so that his feet were now fixed into place. He then had to bend 90 degrees at the waist so that his torso was supported in the leather sling-like harness. Once his upper body was supported, his arms were brought behind his back and his wrists were secured with a special set of cuffs. He was now helpless once again, a piece of meat trussed up and ready to be assaulted for his masterâs pleasure. Once secured, the doctor set about arranging the items he would need for the dayâs activities.
First he went to the wall at the head end of Roydâs helpless frame, and pulled forward a retractable cable attached to a mechanical winch. The cable was attached to the cuffs holding Royd's wrists behind his back, and the winch was switched on. âBy the end of the day my muscle slut, your hands will be in an excruciating reverse prayer position behind your neck.â He then went to the wall at the ass end of the slaveâs bound frame, and pulled forward a second retractable cable. This one ended in a circular clamp that was firmly attached to the distended lips of Roydâs manpussy â all the way around. It too was attached to a winch system although not as strong of a pull would be applied to this end of Roydâs anatomy as would be applied to his arms. âBy the end of the day we will have stretched these lovely pussylips so that they remain permanently loose and flabby for your master to enjoy and torture to his heartâs content.
The final assault for the day was a small unassuming machine placed directly underneath his pecs. Two tubes were brought up from the machine and placed over each of his nipples. Suction held the tubes in place, and once the doctor flicked a switch on the machine Royd felt the sting of two hypodermics piercing the very center of each of his nipples. These needles had been outfitted with retractable barbs that once embedded in the muscle bitchâs tit-flesh prevented the removal of the needles until the machine had been switched off. The level of suction was then increased several fold, and the tubes began to retract into the machine, painfully distending Roydâs fledgling tits away from his body. The doctor explained that as the nipples and tit-flesh were stretched, the needles embedded in his pecs would slowly inject a similar silicone compound into his nipples as had been injected into his lips. The consistency of the finished product would be a good deal softer than the hardened rubbery lips that were needed for cocksucking, but the effects would indeed be permanent. His sadistic Muscle Master wanted giant tits on his slave, that he could play with and abuse. âEnjoy your day slut â you will be in this position for many many hours.â Royd wondered just how much more modification would be required of him before the doctor would be satisfied. Much to the doctorâs chagrin, the only remaining work that was required was some adjustment to the slut's asslips once they were sufficiently stretched. He would then be ready to begin a lifetime of degrading humiliation and sexual exploitation at the hands of his sadistic Muscle Master.
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Royd spent the entire morning doubled over, his feet buckled to the floor and his arms being ever so slowly ratcheted further up his back into a painful reverse prayer position. His asslips were also being stretched, and were engorged with blood as they swelled and puffed up and away from his grotesquely distended muscled manpussy-hole. By the end of the morning Roydâs huge and overdeveloped pecs had each been injected with 2 cups worth of the doctorâs special silicone solution, and were now like two enormous bouncy rubber basketballs â waiting to be knocked around and abused for a sadistic tormenters delight. When the doctor and one of his assistants released Royd from the harnessing in which he had been held, he fell to the floor exhausted from his ordeal. âOn your feet muscle whoreâ the doctor ordered â or you shall be dragged to your final treatment by your pathetic injected tits. Fearing that the evil doctor was not even remotely joking, Royd hauled himself up to a standing position in front of the man who had permanently transformed him into a freakish sex-slave. âLook at youâ the doctor sneered â âa muscle freak, a bodybuilder whore not fit for anything but to serve as a plaything for a superior Muscle Master. âWell â you will have that opportunity slut, for we only have one more treatment to complete before your Master has you permanently transferred to his home for his amusementâŚand your torture.â With that the doctor delivered a stinging slap right across Roydâs face, and led him into the next chamber in the seemingly unending maze of his private clinic. âYour Master has specifically requested that we deliver you to him with amongst other things, a distended set of extremely sensitive and punishable mancunt musclepussy lips. This is perhaps one of my favorite treatments to deliver slut â and for the whore, one of the most painful.â Royd was instructed to climb a small platform in the center of the room, and sit on the armless chair perched on top of it. In the middle of the seat was a hole slightly smaller that one would find in a standard toilet seat. Once seated, leather straps and buckles held his enormously muscled thighs fast against the seat, and a chain with a thick rubber posture collar was lowered from the ceiling. Once the collar was secured around Roydâs neck, the doctor began to crank the chain attached to the collar back up toward the ceiling. Royd found it increasingly hard to breathe, as the collar felt like it was about to pull his head right off of his shoulders. Once properly adjusted, the doctor turned his attention away from the slaveâs head and neck, and towards his exposed ass, which was sagging, through the hole in the punishment chair. With the touch of a button an extremely thick cylindrical column of hard rubber began to rise up out of the base of the platform. The rubber appendage was slightly thicker than a wine bottle, and had a bullet shaped head on it. It was unlubed, and as it slowly approached Roydâs waiting hole, the doctor took delight in explaining what would soon transpire. âYou see muscleslut, in order to perform this next treatment, I need to have your pussylips such as they already are pulled away from your useless mancunt. To do that, I shall shove a thick dry dildo into your hole, and then drag it back out slowly pulling your ass folds along with it. Then we can start the true treatment.â Almost on cue after that Royd felt the relentless invader begin to penetrate his ass. The fact that the rubber was bone dry caused a great deal of friction with Roydâs sensitive skin, and he screamed out in pain as the column of rubber buried deeply into his hole. In all, one full foot of thick hard dry rubber was shoved into the tortured muscle slave, and left in place for about 10 minutes as the doctor collected the equipment he needed. All that this amounted to was a series of long rawhide leather thongs and a bowl of salt water.
The doctor seated himself beside the platform holding his victim, and by manipulating his control pad began the process of retracting the solid rubber dildo from Roydâs mancunt. As it slowly reversed its direction, the suction created pulled Roydâs soft puffy lips along with it â clinging to the sides of the rubber shaft. The doctor stopped the mechanism and began to tightly wrap a salt-water soaked thong tightly around the vulnerable asslips, causing them to blanche and along with that â causing Royd to wince in pain. With the way that the doctor wrapped the leather cord around Roydâs muscled pussylips, the binding did not allow for any space between each winding of the cord. Once he reached the end of the first cord, the doctor retracted the giant dildo another three inches out of Roydâs muscle cunt. With his asslips now tightly tied to the sides of the pole in his mancunt, Royd was in agony as the retraction of the dildo stretched and pulled his sensitive flesh three inches away from his sphincter. Another cord was wrapped around his abused flesh in exactly the way the first one had been. Royd was in agony, and the doctor was in heaven. All in all, Roydâs asslips were distended almost a full five inches away from his mancunt, and looked like bloated purple balloons where they protruded from the ends of the leather thongs. The doctor however was not done yet. Roydâs cunt was now lubed with a thick coating of sweat and ass slime, so the movement of the huge rubber dildo was much easier than before. The doctor set his machine to fuck Roydâs ass with the enormous phallus, taking his muscled pussylips along with it â pulling them all the way inside of him and then grotesquely yanking them downward as it retreated towards the platform. After a full 30 minutes of relentless fucking, the cords were released and the dildo fully removed. Royd's Muscle Master wanted drooping flabby pussylips that he could play with and abuse â but if the doctor had left them bound for much longer, the flesh would have died from lack of oxygen and blood and been therefore useless as a means of entertaining the slutâs Muscle Master. Once Royd was released from the posture collar and unstrapped from the chair â the doctor brought over a hand held mirror and gave it to Royd to inspect himself with. What he saw shocked and horrified him. His face looked like that of a freak. Permanent tattooed to make him look like a dumb muscleslut, and lips that were so pumped up with the doctorâs silicone solution that they could no longer close tightly or allow him to speak without sounding like a brainless muscle bimbo. He moved the mirror downward and looked at his round rubbery supersized pecs, protruding away from his torso and capped with permanently erect, thumb like nipples sticking straight out and begging to be abused. The worst of all though, was when he placed the mirror between his legs and looked at the reflection of his rear end. What he saw made him cry, and prompted a maniacal laugh from the doctor. Roydâs asshole was now incapable of closing completely, meaning that he would have to be plugged continuously in order to stop his hole from leaking its contents out and down his thighs. The edges of his once tight sphincter were now a swollen and drooping mass of fleshy folds of skin, hanging down like a loose sleeve. He was now ready to be put into permanent and complete sexual servitude to be further tortured and abused all for the pleasure of his sadistic, muscled Master. This was his last thought before feeling a hypodermic piercing his right bicep, and the world around him going black.
âWelcome home my muscle slut.â These were the first words that greeted Royd as he came to from the sedative that the doctor had administered. As he blinked his eyes to clear his vision, he no longer saw the sadistic Doctor, but instead settled his fearful gaze on the hulking frame of his Muscle Master â who now had his completely transformed and customized muscle slave at last. He was once again dressed in full rubber, and quickly realized that he had been mounted on a large dildo with his feet strapped into two foot pads so that he could not raise himself off of the giant invader. âIt is late my muscle toy, but I wanted to be here when you woke up from your sleep. We will have more time to play in the morningâŚand after all, we have the rest of your life for me to enjoy and exploit your body for my pleasure. So you go back to sleep now, and dream of ways that you can serve me and pleasure me.â With that, the Muscle Master shoved a huge handful of anabolics into Roydâs pouty-lipped mouth, and sealed it inside with a rubber gag that looked like a babyâs pacifier. Once strapped around his head, the Muscle Master shut off the lights and left the room.
One of the rubbered minions went into a storage room to retrieve a machine that would be needed for the slutâs cleaning, while the other grasped hold of the doctorâs enormous strap-on dildo and yanked it free from Roydâs manpussy. Once emptied from the huge rubber invader, Royd soon felt the now familiar sensation of a fist and forearm being inserted into him. The assistant soon inserted his second hand and forearm to join the first, filling up Roydâs abused mancunt, mercilessly stretching it since his arms were so muscled, and Roydâs hole was so loose. Royd was almost enjoying the feeling when it very quickly changed being pleasantly full to being stretched and torn apart. Because the assistantâs arms were so powerfully muscled, he was able to put them completely side by side inside of Royd âs rectum. From there he clasped his hands deep down inside of the slutâs musclecunt, and used that as a fulcrum point as he began to separate his elbows from one another, causing the most grotesque straining and blanching of Roydâs pussy-lips. Royd began to scream in agony, and for a brief instant as he squinted from behind clenched eyelids, he was sure that a diabolical smile appeared just briefly on the usually expressionless face of the rubber assistant. The painful fisting and stretching was to continue however, as the assistant began to rotate his arms as if turning an imaginary steering wheel inside of the slutâs hole. This coupled with pumping his arms in and out of the cavernous opening was upholding two of the doctorâs most important rules â that the muscle bitch be kept more and more stretched and dilated, and that he be kept in ever increasing amounts of agony as he progressed through his time at the clinic.
Royd had no idea how long it had been when the rubber covered orderly finally removed both of his arms from his insides, but he could see that the previously pristine white rubber that covered his arms and hands had become a mess of streaky brown stains from reaching what felt like all the way into Roydâs gut during the extra deep and wide fisting session.
As the first assistant went to clean up, the second wheeled over a machine that was about the size of a dishwasher. Donning thick shoulder length white industrial rubber gloves, the second assistant wheeled up a stool and sat between Royd's splayed legs staring straight at the dilated muscle pussy of the trussed up slave. Using a regular cloth he first wiped the shitty residue clinging to the flabby outer lips of Roydâs mancunt. He then inserted into the hole a flanged device of hard rubber that had a criss-cross of metal traversing its open center. Attaching an allen key to the center of the criss-cross, the second assistant began to ratchet open the hard rubber ring now propping open the slaveâs hole. With every turn of the key the metal criss-cross which acted like spokes on a wheel began to expand outward, the effect being that Roydâs hole began to stretch wider and wider apart. It had the same effect as a speculum, but when fully opened Roydâs hole looked more like the drain in a sink than a human asshole. The opening of the hole did not stop until the prop was fully dilated, and Roydâs hole was as big around as a coffee mug.
The assistant then arose from his chair and pressed a button on the side of the exam chair causing it to rotate backward raising Roydâs ass to a level higher than his head. The blood began to rush towards Roydâs temples, and he could hear the assistant busily working with the machine that had been wheeled out of the storage room. The orderly pulled a thick rubber hose from the machine and connected it to the flange of the prop holding the slutâs manpussy wide open for its cleaning. Once screwed on and tightened, the hose now formed a watertight seal and Royd was now ready for a very deep cleaning. The doctor had designed this machine himself as he was not satisfied with standard enema equipment available on the market. This machine would not only fill and cleanse the slave, but the temperature of the water as well as the force of its injection could be tightly controlled. The machine was also capable of extracting the water by means of an industrial suction mechanism. The assistant punched some commands into the console on the side of the machine, and then joined his colleague at the door of the exam room. They shut the light off as they left the room, leaving Royd hooked up to the machine, where he would spend the rest of the night being repeatedly filled to the point of bursting with anything from ice cold water to scalding hot blasts of liquid before every drop was forcefully vacuumed out of him.
When the doctor flicked on the lights and entered the room, he loved the sight he beheld in front of him in the middle of the room. Royd was sweating profusely and moaning in agony as he suffered no less that his thirtieth deep forceful enema of the night. In fact it was now morning and the diabolical doctor was there to begin the dayâs modifications. Roydâs abdomen was distended but taut, straining to retain the gallons of fluid that had been pumped into him. The doctor could not help but to lay his hand against Royd's roidgut, feeling the tight flesh like he were feeling the belly of a heavily pregnant woman. As he enjoyed the sensation he heard the emptying cycle begin, and Royd began to moan more loudly as the cleansing machine sucked the water from his insides so violently that Royd was certain that it would pull out his intestines out along with the fluid. Once he was emptied, the doctor detached the rubber cleaning hose, and wheeled the machine back to its place in the storage room. He then loosened and removed the gasket holding Royd open, the elasticity in his asslips now all but gone as the orifice remained gaping open even after the hard rubber ring was taken away. Righting the chair, the doctor was able to fully admire the previous days adjustments to Roydâs appearance. The tattoos had permanently made him look dumber and whorish and cheap, and the silicone in the muscle bitchâs lips had fully cured leaving his lips with the texture of hard rubber erasers that were pouty and slightly open â the perfect cocksuckerâs mouth. In fact, the modifications to his lips would now leave him with a slight speech impediment that made him sound like a brainless bimbo when he spoke. The good doctor wished his patient good morning, and informed him that they had a busy day in front of them. âBefore we begin out next procedure though you muscle whore, I have brought you a delicious breakfast treatâ The doctor then produced the most disgusting thing Royd thought he had ever seen. He had taken an extra-thick and long condom, knotted and filled with cum, and frozen it onto the end of a stick to make a foul smelling cum popsicle. âYou can practice your cock sucking technique by sucking and slurping on your special treat!â the doctor announced. Having no choice, Royd accepted the popsicle and began to suck on it. As the cum thawed and dissolved Royd had to slurp it down since he could not completely close his mouth with his freshly injected lips. By the time he had finished her breakfast there was a trail of liquefied cum dripping down to his chin â a sight that the doctor liked very much indeed. âYou can look forward to more interesting meals over the rest of your time as your Muscle Masterâs personal whore.
Royd was then released from the chair to which he had been bound for so many hours, and led by a leash to the room next door. All the while the doctor explained to him that for todayâs session, he would be kept awake for the entire time so that he could enjoy the full experience. Royd was certain that there would be nothing enjoyable about it. In the center of the room a large loose leather harness hung from the ceiling, and two orthopedic looking shoes were bolted side by side to the floor. Royd was led over to the pair of shoes, and strapped into them. They were tightly laced so that his feet were now fixed into place. He then had to bend 90 degrees at the waist so that his torso was supported in the leather sling-like harness. Once his upper body was supported, his arms were brought behind his back and his wrists were secured with a special set of cuffs. He was now helpless once again, a piece of meat trussed up and ready to be assaulted for his masterâs pleasure. Once secured, the doctor set about arranging the items he would need for the dayâs activities.
First he went to the wall at the head end of Roydâs helpless frame, and pulled forward a retractable cable attached to a mechanical winch. The cable was attached to the cuffs holding Royd's wrists behind his back, and the winch was switched on. âBy the end of the day my muscle slut, your hands will be in an excruciating reverse prayer position behind your neck.â He then went to the wall at the ass end of the slaveâs bound frame, and pulled forward a second retractable cable. This one ended in a circular clamp that was firmly attached to the distended lips of Roydâs manpussy â all the way around. It too was attached to a winch system although not as strong of a pull would be applied to this end of Roydâs anatomy as would be applied to his arms. âBy the end of the day we will have stretched these lovely pussylips so that they remain permanently loose and flabby for your master to enjoy and torture to his heartâs content.
The final assault for the day was a small unassuming machine placed directly underneath his pecs. Two tubes were brought up from the machine and placed over each of his nipples. Suction held the tubes in place, and once the doctor flicked a switch on the machine Royd felt the sting of two hypodermics piercing the very center of each of his nipples. These needles had been outfitted with retractable barbs that once embedded in the muscle bitchâs tit-flesh prevented the removal of the needles until the machine had been switched off. The level of suction was then increased several fold, and the tubes began to retract into the machine, painfully distending Roydâs fledgling tits away from his body. The doctor explained that as the nipples and tit-flesh were stretched, the needles embedded in his pecs would slowly inject a similar silicone compound into his nipples as had been injected into his lips. The consistency of the finished product would be a good deal softer than the hardened rubbery lips that were needed for cocksucking, but the effects would indeed be permanent. His sadistic Muscle Master wanted giant tits on his slave, that he could play with and abuse. âEnjoy your day slut â you will be in this position for many many hours.â Royd wondered just how much more modification would be required of him before the doctor would be satisfied. Much to the doctorâs chagrin, the only remaining work that was required was some adjustment to the slut's asslips once they were sufficiently stretched. He would then be ready to begin a lifetime of degrading humiliation and sexual exploitation at the hands of his sadistic Muscle Master.
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Royd spent the entire morning doubled over, his feet buckled to the floor and his arms being ever so slowly ratcheted further up his back into a painful reverse prayer position. His asslips were also being stretched, and were engorged with blood as they swelled and puffed up and away from his grotesquely distended muscled manpussy-hole. By the end of the morning Roydâs huge and overdeveloped pecs had each been injected with 2 cups worth of the doctorâs special silicone solution, and were now like two enormous bouncy rubber basketballs â waiting to be knocked around and abused for a sadistic tormenters delight. When the doctor and one of his assistants released Royd from the harnessing in which he had been held, he fell to the floor exhausted from his ordeal. âOn your feet muscle whoreâ the doctor ordered â or you shall be dragged to your final treatment by your pathetic injected tits. Fearing that the evil doctor was not even remotely joking, Royd hauled himself up to a standing position in front of the man who had permanently transformed him into a freakish sex-slave. âLook at youâ the doctor sneered â âa muscle freak, a bodybuilder whore not fit for anything but to serve as a plaything for a superior Muscle Master. âWell â you will have that opportunity slut, for we only have one more treatment to complete before your Master has you permanently transferred to his home for his amusementâŚand your torture.â With that the doctor delivered a stinging slap right across Roydâs face, and led him into the next chamber in the seemingly unending maze of his private clinic. âYour Master has specifically requested that we deliver you to him with amongst other things, a distended set of extremely sensitive and punishable mancunt musclepussy lips. This is perhaps one of my favorite treatments to deliver slut â and for the whore, one of the most painful.â Royd was instructed to climb a small platform in the center of the room, and sit on the armless chair perched on top of it. In the middle of the seat was a hole slightly smaller that one would find in a standard toilet seat. Once seated, leather straps and buckles held his enormously muscled thighs fast against the seat, and a chain with a thick rubber posture collar was lowered from the ceiling. Once the collar was secured around Roydâs neck, the doctor began to crank the chain attached to the collar back up toward the ceiling. Royd found it increasingly hard to breathe, as the collar felt like it was about to pull his head right off of his shoulders. Once properly adjusted, the doctor turned his attention away from the slaveâs head and neck, and towards his exposed ass, which was sagging, through the hole in the punishment chair. With the touch of a button an extremely thick cylindrical column of hard rubber began to rise up out of the base of the platform. The rubber appendage was slightly thicker than a wine bottle, and had a bullet shaped head on it. It was unlubed, and as it slowly approached Roydâs waiting hole, the doctor took delight in explaining what would soon transpire. âYou see muscleslut, in order to perform this next treatment, I need to have your pussylips such as they already are pulled away from your useless mancunt. To do that, I shall shove a thick dry dildo into your hole, and then drag it back out slowly pulling your ass folds along with it. Then we can start the true treatment.â Almost on cue after that Royd felt the relentless invader begin to penetrate his ass. The fact that the rubber was bone dry caused a great deal of friction with Roydâs sensitive skin, and he screamed out in pain as the column of rubber buried deeply into his hole. In all, one full foot of thick hard dry rubber was shoved into the tortured muscle slave, and left in place for about 10 minutes as the doctor collected the equipment he needed. All that this amounted to was a series of long rawhide leather thongs and a bowl of salt water.
The doctor seated himself beside the platform holding his victim, and by manipulating his control pad began the process of retracting the solid rubber dildo from Roydâs mancunt. As it slowly reversed its direction, the suction created pulled Roydâs soft puffy lips along with it â clinging to the sides of the rubber shaft. The doctor stopped the mechanism and began to tightly wrap a salt-water soaked thong tightly around the vulnerable asslips, causing them to blanche and along with that â causing Royd to wince in pain. With the way that the doctor wrapped the leather cord around Roydâs muscled pussylips, the binding did not allow for any space between each winding of the cord. Once he reached the end of the first cord, the doctor retracted the giant dildo another three inches out of Roydâs muscle cunt. With his asslips now tightly tied to the sides of the pole in his mancunt, Royd was in agony as the retraction of the dildo stretched and pulled his sensitive flesh three inches away from his sphincter. Another cord was wrapped around his abused flesh in exactly the way the first one had been. Royd was in agony, and the doctor was in heaven. All in all, Roydâs asslips were distended almost a full five inches away from his mancunt, and looked like bloated purple balloons where they protruded from the ends of the leather thongs. The doctor however was not done yet. Roydâs cunt was now lubed with a thick coating of sweat and ass slime, so the movement of the huge rubber dildo was much easier than before. The doctor set his machine to fuck Roydâs ass with the enormous phallus, taking his muscled pussylips along with it â pulling them all the way inside of him and then grotesquely yanking them downward as it retreated towards the platform. After a full 30 minutes of relentless fucking, the cords were released and the dildo fully removed. Royd's Muscle Master wanted drooping flabby pussylips that he could play with and abuse â but if the doctor had left them bound for much longer, the flesh would have died from lack of oxygen and blood and been therefore useless as a means of entertaining the slutâs Muscle Master. Once Royd was released from the posture collar and unstrapped from the chair â the doctor brought over a hand held mirror and gave it to Royd to inspect himself with. What he saw shocked and horrified him. His face looked like that of a freak. Permanent tattooed to make him look like a dumb muscleslut, and lips that were so pumped up with the doctorâs silicone solution that they could no longer close tightly or allow him to speak without sounding like a brainless muscle bimbo. He moved the mirror downward and looked at his round rubbery supersized pecs, protruding away from his torso and capped with permanently erect, thumb like nipples sticking straight out and begging to be abused. The worst of all though, was when he placed the mirror between his legs and looked at the reflection of his rear end. What he saw made him cry, and prompted a maniacal laugh from the doctor. Roydâs asshole was now incapable of closing completely, meaning that he would have to be plugged continuously in order to stop his hole from leaking its contents out and down his thighs. The edges of his once tight sphincter were now a swollen and drooping mass of fleshy folds of skin, hanging down like a loose sleeve. He was now ready to be put into permanent and complete sexual servitude to be further tortured and abused all for the pleasure of his sadistic, muscled Master. This was his last thought before feeling a hypodermic piercing his right bicep, and the world around him going black.
âWelcome home my muscle slut.â These were the first words that greeted Royd as he came to from the sedative that the doctor had administered. As he blinked his eyes to clear his vision, he no longer saw the sadistic Doctor, but instead settled his fearful gaze on the hulking frame of his Muscle Master â who now had his completely transformed and customized muscle slave at last. He was once again dressed in full rubber, and quickly realized that he had been mounted on a large dildo with his feet strapped into two foot pads so that he could not raise himself off of the giant invader. âIt is late my muscle toy, but I wanted to be here when you woke up from your sleep. We will have more time to play in the morningâŚand after all, we have the rest of your life for me to enjoy and exploit your body for my pleasure. So you go back to sleep now, and dream of ways that you can serve me and pleasure me.â With that, the Muscle Master shoved a huge handful of anabolics into Roydâs pouty-lipped mouth, and sealed it inside with a rubber gag that looked like a babyâs pacifier. Once strapped around his head, the Muscle Master shut off the lights and left the room.
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