Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2011 06:35:43 +0000
From: heypatrick@leathermail.com
Subject: Transformation Part 3

Transformation
Copyright 2011 by Heypatrick@Leathermail.com
All Rights Reserved

WARNING! If you've gotten to this point you've already figured out that
these are sexual stories, and that in this part of Nifty are stories about
sex between men. You've already been warned that you should be 18 years of
age or older, and should be living in a place where reading or possessing
such material is not illegal. You may or may not be smart enough to realize
the importance of safe sex but it is of the utmost importance.

	This is the forth of nine acts, is not fictional though I have
taken some liberties with names and a bit of liberty with the erotic
material, though not substantially changing what indeed did occur. Lets say
its about 60% is actually true and the rest is to various, lesser
degrees. This material is copyrighted and should not be re-posted or
published in any manner without permission from the author. Feel free to
tell others about it if you enjoy it, and any comments, good or bad, are
welcome: HeyPatrick@Leathermail.com
	"Transformation" seems like such a lofty title for this tale but if
you've ever believed that you found a similar place in life after years
struggling to find out what it all means, then perhaps you can better
understand my choice of titles. Of course, transformation doesn't always
guarantee the perfect life, or take place like you expected, but it is
significant.

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PART THREE: Submission, Fisting, The Orgy, Toes, The Towel Boy and "dong-a
lines"...

I don't know how long this lasted, perhaps an eternity, or perhaps for
Steve it was far too soon, but I could tell through Steve's asshole that
the spell was broken when Master said, "We'd better close the drapes", as
he backed away from Steven and walked over to pull the rod that closed the
drapes and darkened the room. Steve stood up, breaking the connection
between my lips and his hole. I just laid there, looking up through the
center of the seat. At first I couldn't tell what Steve was feeling,
ecstasy, I think, but it soon turned to a bit of trepidation when he
realized he was going to have to commit himself one way or another, and
either path involved betrayal.

As a married man, choosing to let the evening progress in the direction it
was going was to betray his wife. It could create dissatisfaction with his
relationship and the lifestyle he'd chosen to pursue and the path beyond
that was then unclear. There really is no "trying it just once to get it
out of my system." Pandora's box wouldn't be easy to close, yet it held no
guarantees. By choosing to stop and back out of this course of action, he'd
be betraying himself, and though it might sometimes be the easier route, it
can certainly be the greater sin. 'To thine own self be true', as
Shakespeare put it.

For now, at least, Steve was taking Shakespeare's advice. "Yes, I think I'd
like to try more," and he kneeled down and waited.

"Don't you have to be home for dinner?" Master asked, I guess giving Steve
another chance to back out.

"No, I called my wife and told her I had to cover for a guy whose wife was
having a baby, that i had to work all night."  I don't think Steve picked
up on the irony of the fact that he'd be standing in for a man wearing
diapers. Or, rather, a slave wearing them. Master unbuttoned his fly and
took out his cock. Steve gobbled it up with a grin.

Dusk was coming on but it wasn't dark yet, and I think Steve would have
been more nervous if the drapes were left open. The door was open, though,
and as Master was seducing Steve guys would occasionally would poke their
head into the room. One guy, dark haired, early 30s, nice build, came over
to me and looked at my diapers and chains and laughed at me. He then
reached out and smacked me on the face a couple of times, and when Master
looked up at him, sharply, he stopped before the third slap, and asked if
he could "give the slave a cock to suck on." Master nodded and went back to
focusing on Steve. Laughing guy took his unimpressive (but available) cock
out and stuck it in my face; I don't hesitate when presented with dick!

"Take his boots off for him, slave." This came from my Master, and then to
show Laughing guy there was no harm done, "You might as well get
comfortable and stay awhile. I think we're gonna have a party tonight."
Laughing guy sat on the bed and I pushed the rim seat over to the side and
reached over to untie the first boot and took it off. He leaned back on his
elbows, his dick still flopping out of his jeans, and shoved the other one
into and onto my crotch, laughing again. Just before I pulled the boot off,
Laughing guy chuckled, and said "First lick it clean for me." I looked over
at Master who was looking at Steve but said, "You shouldn't have to be told
twice, slave." So I started in with my tongue and started licking the toe
of it, as he dug the hard toe of the other boot into my crotch. I got into
the licking it, and licked all the way around the side, and back, and then
the other side, and then back again before taking it off and setting it on
the floor so I could do the other one. Laughing guy said, "You didn't clean
the bottom, slave. I stopped licking the second and went to work on the
sole of the first, as he laughed and said, "This is great!" I tried to
ignore the grit and tried not to wonder where he had walked recently.

Jake wanders back to the door and stops and watched the action. Master
called him over and told him to take over with Steve. "I've got to get a
few things ready to give Steve something he will never forget." I was busy
finishing the sole of the first boot and wanting to get on with the second
so I didn't see how Steve reacted to that. But I had no idea where things
were going, either.

"Take off my sock and suck on my toes, diaper baby. Diaper baby, get it!
Ha!", and Laughing guy chuckled at his own small joke. I set down the boot
and reached my hands to pull down his sock. "With your teeth, slave, with
your teeth." I get busy as I hear Jake tell Steve, "That's it boy, suck
that dick." Laughing guy was saying the same thing to me, Yeah, diaper
baby, suck my toes," still digging the other one into my crotch.

Master was moving pillows and spreading out towels on the bed, and
rummaging through his bag, pulling out a can of Crisco and the douche hose
and nozzle. "Here slave (meaning me), take Steve in the bathroom and show
him how to clean out... oh shit, you can't reach in there on your chain."

Fisting? I thought? Master is going is going to break Steve in with
fisting? That didn't sound like a good idea, but since I'd never been
fisted (and had no desire to take his place) I kept my mouth shut.

Jake spoke up, "I can take him and do him. I know the drill, and not much
else is going on this early, anyway." Jake really wanted to be on Master's
good side. He grabbed Steve by the hair and had him crawl into the
bathroom, taking the douche hose from Master. Steve must have still been in
that sweet spot of oblivion because he neither seemed to know what was
going on and didn't care.

I had gotten the sock off and was busy sucking Laughing guy's big toe, and
loving it; my first foot scene. Laughing guy looked at me and laughed,
"God, he's really lovin' it. What a fucked up bitch!" But I was! My lips
and tongue seemed to get off on the textures of the skin, the hairy toe
knuckle, the roughness of the callus on the sole, the smells... I was
liking this! "Between the toes, suckmouth!" I got busy flicking my tongue
in between toes, so fast, that it made, to my satisfaction, him jump out of
his skin at the sensitivity. He yanked his foot back, which I didn't like,
"Start on my other boot, asshole!"

Ha, at least I extracted my pound of flesh!

The guys just seem to keep coming by, one of them I had sucked off earlier
when he helped shave me, the 40 something that shot his cum on my face and
wanted me to lick it off. He got to throw away some of the keys to my
chains. He got down on his knees in front of Master who rubbed the guys
face in his open crotch before pushing him away. "Not now, but stick
around. I think we're starting an orgy." Laughing calls over to Shaving
guy... "Hey, come here. You can suck my dick. It'll teach this shoeshine
slut here a lesson for being so slow. I pause in unlacing the boot, glanced
up, gave my head a little shake, but then got on about my task. I wasn't
liking this guy. And besides, I liked his feet a whole lot more than his
unimpressive dick.

Shaving guy bent down and got busy, his hand working his own cock out of
his shorts, which I saw as a pleasant possibility since it would only be
inches from my lips. First, though, I had to clean the boot, deal with the
sock and suck on some more toes. What a way to spend the evening!

Master was still busy getting ready to fist Steve across the top of the
bed. I've heard that the first top that fists a guy owns his ass and desire
forever. I've also heard that when you are fisted for the first time
nothing else excites you. I don't know if either is true, but it looks like
Steve's path is being laid out before him; I doubt his wife will be able to
overcome this. Steve is in the bathroom getting his ass douched under
Jake's supervision, and Jake, I suspect was keeping Steve's mouth busy as
well, in between fill-ups. Come to think of it, Steve is getting Jake's
dick before me; that's not fair! I found it first!

I'm still chained to the foot of the bed involved in removing Laughing
guy's sock with my teeth before sucking his toes, having been replaced as
his cocksucker by Shaving guy. I'd about decided that I'd had enough of
Laughing guy's humiliations about the time I'd finished licking his second
boot to his satisfaction. I went to work on getting the sock off with my
teeth, and pulling it free of his foot when he bends down, grabs my chain
with his hand, pulls our faces together and says, "Now lick my feet and
suck my toes, and I'd better get as much pleasure out of it as you got from
my other foot!" He moves back, spits in my face and lets go of my chain,
laying back to focus again on Shaving guy, urging him on. I get to work on
his feet, once again relishing the textures and smells and flavors. Maybe
its the Oklahoma foot sweat that smells so good; I suspect that it is of a
unique vintage!

A hefty blond guy, about 30, comes in the door, clearly wanting to join in,
and ends up just joining the pile and getting what he can get. He was
eyeing Shaving guy's ass as if he was considering his chances of getting
the shorts off and his poking in his dick. Laughing guy noticed it as well
and yanks on Shaving guy's shorts and says, "Have at it", as though he's
the one in charge. Shaving guy, his face still gobbling up Laughing guy's
cock, pulls down his shorts (elastic waist) and briefs and lets them drop
to the floor around his ankles.

Master notices and reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a hand full
of condoms and tosses them on the bed. "Any fucking that takes place in
here tonight better involve condoms. You can leave now otherwise!"

Well, clearly nobody wanted to leave!

Steve was brought out of the bathroom, in a bit of a daze, again being
pulled by his hair. He didn't seemed to have a clue about what was about to
happen, and looked like he'd lost the ability to care. Jake pulled him back
over to Master. "It took four rounds to do it right. I put a little
something in the last one to keep him calm." Master glared at Jake and told
him, "If you have any more 'little somethings' you better go get rid of
them. I don't want them in this room." Jake let go of Steve's hair and
raised his arms as if to say "Calm down, calm down", (Steve just stood
there, waiting to be directed). "Hey, I'm sorry. It wasn't anything heavy
or scary, and I don't have any more on me."

Master grabs Steve by the hair and directs him onto the bed, kneeling, face
down, with his ass up. Jake goes around the other side of the bed and
lightly puts his hands on Steve's shoulders, clearly trying to make amends
with Master. Master starts to grease up his hand and forearm.

I'm really getting into sucking toes and licking feet I guess. I delicately
and carefully get my tongue in between the big toe and the next one, I
guess its called the 'index toe'.., so I don't cause the same tickling
problem, while still holding three or four toes in my mouth, getting them
wet. That seems to do the trick and I move to the space between the next
two, the index-toe and the 'middle toe'. Eeeww, I shrink back. There's crud
between them, I guess dead skin and lint and who knows what else. "Slurp it
up pig" (this from Laughing guy), and I go ahead, clearly Master intends
for me to obey this guy. I go ahead and lick it clean and its not too bad,
so I go to the next space, still keeping a few toes between my lips to keep
it all moist.

By now I'm sort of in a jungle of legs. Laughing guy is laying on the end
of the bed, propped up by his elbows so as not to get in the way of Steve
and Master's fisting. I'm kneeling in front of his feet licking and sucking
his toes, my back jammed up against the drawer unit with the television on
top. Shaving guy is sort of hunched over in front of me, straddling
Laughing guy's legs and bent down sucking his cock. Blond guy is standing
in front of me with his cock in Shaving guy's ass, which takes place almost
over my head, which also means I can reach Shaving guy's cock when I'm done
with the foot. Or so I thought. The orgy is going to have to expand in
other directions because there is only so much space between the foot of
the bed and the dresser/table and wall. It was already a tight fit and I
wouldn't have been able to be there if I weren't, essentially, under the
mass bodies having sex over my head.

By this time Master has slowly started on Steve's ass. He has a finger in
there and is working it around and around. "Slave, come here", he
calls. Yeah, right. How am I going to get untangled? "Yes, Sir", I said. I
stopped sucking Laughing guy's foot, he keeps smashing it into my nose, and
its getting annoying. I start to crawl out from under Shaving guy and Blond
guy but my chain is under Blond guy's foot and blocked by Shaving guy's
foot. I tug on the chain, 'cause he's oblivious, he moves it and in doing
so blocks beyond Shaving guy's foot. I tug again and Shaving guy moves his
leg, and then I have to tug again to get Blond guy to move his foot
again. What a guy has to go through to get some dick!

I finally make it over to Master and he says "Open the drapes and then come
and suck my dick."

Now between you and me I was a bit disappointed. I was looking forward to
getting Shaving guy's cock in my mouth. Its a bit bigger than Master's
cock, not that I'm a size queen or anything, but I'll be getting a lot of
Master's cock, and truth be told, in my life I guess I've only sucked maybe
a dozen different cocks (including my own when I was about fourteen and
again when I was eighteen and was still a bit limber), so there is still a
lot of variety out there to check out. I'm interested in variety, not size!

But I opened the drapes and then got down and sucked his dick while he's
adding a finger or two more into Steve's ass. Then Master lets out a bit of
a trickle of piss while I'm sucking, to let me know what he wanted to do
next. I get ready for a larger flow, gulping it down as fast as I can. In
doing so I decided I needed to piss as well, so I let loose in my
diapers. I hear moaning from Steve but its not clear whether it is from
pleasure or from pain.  Master is proceeding gently so maybe its pleasure,
or perhaps even relief at having taken this step. Master finishes pissing
and pushes me away and I having no place to pit my mouth while I finish up
pissing.

Its dark outside by now, but enough light shines in from the covered
walkway in front of the room that its relatively easy from up close to see
the action, I guess. But the room light is off, so when the manager strolls
by again he pokes his head in the door and says, "Looks like this will be
the busy room tonight. I'll send a boy down with more towels and sheets,
and to monitor the situation in case something is needed. Remember, keep
the lights off if the drapes are open." Master says "Thanks", and goes on
with his ass work.

Someone else comes in the room to join the party but I can't see who, or
how they join in. I do hear some shuffling around so I know the others are
accommodating him. I end up leaning over and licking Master's boots, and
lose track of time, and the comings and goings, and what's going on. I hear
someone gasping from their orgasm and then some more shuffling around. When
Master pushes me away he's almost up to the wide point of his clenched
hand, before it narrows down to the wrist. Steve is moaning uncomfortably
now, and I notice Jake with a popper bottle in his hand, keeping him in
place, and involved. Somewhere along the line another guy has shown up
(making nine or ten guys in all, I guess) but then I see Shaving guy
pulling up his shorts. I try to get over to him but he turns and walks out
the door, and my chance at his cock goes with him. Blond guy has switched
out and now has his dick in the new arrival, who is sprawled on the foot of
the bed, face down. Laughing guy has suddenly turned bottom and has moved
around to Jake and is eating his ass out and fondling his cock. Maybe Jake
will give Laughing guy "a little something" and put him in his place. Blond
guy hasn't dropped his jeans so I don't get the chance to sniff his crack
any. Its probably for the best; he doesn't look very friendly, a bit of a
red neck in appearance. So I kneel down, which reminds me of my thick wad
of diapers. Gee, no one even seems to need a mouth to piss in. I'll just
have to wait. God, I've become such a slut, but I guess this lifestyle
makes that easy. Two more guys come into the room, one just stands there
and the other one moves to find an open slot around the bed.

A short time later a pile of clean, folded sheets and towels comes walking
in the door, helped along by a younger guy, early 20s, short, about 5'6". I
could tell that he was a redhead. I get up and he pauses, thinking I'm
coming to get the towels. But, fuck no, I'm going for his cock! I've heard
skinny redheads always have big cocks. I drop down in front of him and
unzip his fly and start to reach in.

"Okay, okay!" he says, "Hold up a minute." He bumps me away with his body,
turns and drops the laundry on one of the two chairs in the room, sits down
in the one closest to the door, spreads his legs, pulls out his cock, a
massive cock for such a little guy, and I go to town. "Well, the boss did
say to stay close by and make sure things didn't get out of control. He
holds my head and guides me up and down on his cock (I hate it when someone
does that but he was cute enough and his dick was big enough that it
probably helped, so I didn't try to shake it off). Then he caught me by
surprise by holding my head down to his red pubs and started pissing
directly into my gullet. When he finished he pulled my head off (with me
gasping for breath), looks in my eyes, smiles, and pats me on my cheek
before turning and watching the movement in the room. It was just after
Midnight.

I don't know how many guys it takes for it to be called an orgy. I've heard
of two-ways, three-ways and maybe even four-ways, but I've never heard of a
seven-way, so perhaps that's the start of a good orgy, and that's probably
when the official orgy began. And I know we had more than that at times
because guys were coming, cumming, and going, throughout the night, and I
lost track. All I know is that I sucked a lot of dick, drank a lot of piss,
and rimmed a lot of holes, Being chained up means everyone knows where to
find you, and they know you can't get very far. I was an easy target, or
receptacle as it were, and I was used quite a bit, even before my diapers
were pulled down at some point so my ass could be gotten at. My ass? Hell,
then my cock was an easy target as well! I couldn't touch it, I'd learned
several months ago not to touch it without specific permission, someone
else could do it for me.

Around 2 AM Master decides to orchestrate a daisy chain of fucking (with
everyone using condoms, of course). Or maybe its a conga line or a
choo-choo-train. The room isn't big enough with the bed in the middle to
make a circle. Everyone is fucking or getting fucked but me, apparently.
Master has me on my knees at the bottom of the corner of the bed with my
back to the door keeping Steve's cock happy, though Steve seems happy no
matter what, in a devil may care sort of way.  He's still somewhat
oblivious. He's in the front of the line, and really, even though I'm
swinging on it he doesn't seem to know he has a dick. Everyone else in the
room is getting lined up back to back, condoms in place, with the line
stretching over toward the sink. The "dong'a" line is still trying to get
into a rhythm. Jake is in the middle somewhere and Master isn't fucking
anyone yet, still in the process of setting up the line. He's just putting
Red in place before getting in behind him and hooking up.

Just as he's pretty much got it set up, ten deep, I think, the security
guard from this afternoon shows up, the guard who showed up with Steve the
first time. The redheaded towel boy is the last in the line-up, and Master
was getting ready to fuck him. Security guy drops his pants and steps out
of them, no underwear, and Master grabs another condom, calls him over,
hands it to him, and shoves him towards redhead's ass. Security guy rolls
it on, squirts out some lube, and slides his big cock right in. Red must
get fucked a lot to be so loose. Master gets in line, boldly sticking his
dick into the black security guard, and we all start swaying in rhythm, or
try to.

Kneeling there sucking Steve's dick, I started counting up my "firsts" for
the day... my first slave haircut, my first body shave, my first diaper
experience (well, outside of when I was an infant, and the short lesson
during my elementary school bedwetting days when my Dad decided to help me
remember to wake up in the night to piss in the toilet. Let's see, my first
orgy, my first group fuck, my first security guard, my first experience
being around drugs (or "little something's, as Jake would call it), my
first redhead, hell, my first towel boy, my first toe sucking... its been a
big day.

Now, I don't know how one ends a daisy chain fuck session. It seems as that
if one participant finishes up sooner, i.e. ejaculate, before the rest,
they are gonna want to drop out, breaking the line and perhaps interrupting
someone else who is just coming close to climax. I mean, is it bad manners
to drop out of the fucking line-up once you have cum? They say a dick has
no conscience. Perhaps the one in front and the one behind just have to
endure the break and reconnect and keep going.

Or maybe such group action is rare enough that he participants don't want
to fuck-it-up, as it were, to stay working together as a group. Perhaps
there is a mesmerizing magic that takes hold of group action like this and
everyone gets in the same energy space and work in sync, all of them parts
of a larger thing.

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