Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2019 13:45:49 +0100
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The Reintegration Centre - FFive Days

The Reintegration Centre: FFive Days

A cocky bottom visits the Reintegration Centre and finds out lying has big
consequences. A tale of hole destruction featuring fucking, machine
fucking, heavy dildo use, and fisting. Average reading time 50 minutes.

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"So tell me Ryan... what made you decide to purchase our cherry package?"

As overseer of the Reintegration Centre it was my job to vet anyone who
wanted to be a client of our high-end brothel. Our services were at the
extreme end of kink and we had a reputation to maintain. However, something
about the young guy in front of me simply didn't add up... In all the years
we'd been offering this service no-one had ever voluntarily signed up for
it. Sure, it was a deeply popular package, but usually it was bought by
super-hung sugar daddies or twisted step-uncles for their charges and
catamites. No-one had ever actually paid for it themselves.

Why? The cherry package was well known for having some pretty severe
side-affects, all intentional of course. It was designed to break unruly
virgins down and then rebuild them in a completely new image. It could take
anyone - regardless of their supposed proclivities, straight, gay, bottom
or top - and turn them into complete size-queen bottoms, addicted to sex
with only the biggest dicks.

That's why it was so popular with the sugar daddies and step-uncles. If you
were a hung daddy and you wanted your `boy' set up to imprint on only the
biggest dick bulges it was a fantastic short-cut. The first fuck itself was
done by only the largest tops in our stable, making the experience for the
bottom an exceptionally memorable one. And in five short days, if handled
right, it set the bottom up for that all important life-long lust for big
dick that would keep a boy wedded (and compliant) to his sugar daddy
forever.

Ryan replied. "Oh, it's simple really... I've got fed up of holding out for
the right guy to fuck me. I've always had a thing for big dick and I hear
this place has the biggest around... that is true, right?"

The lithe and handsome nineteen year old looked up at me expectantly.  He
was almost the dictionary definition of a jocked-out twink - broad
shoulders and a tight waist supporting an almost perfect bubble butt.
Delectable as it might be to prise open, ever since Ryan's application form
had landed on my desk my sixth sense had been working overtime. So much so
that a couple of days ago I had decided to have him tagged and tailed for a
bit... It was deeply annoying that my agent's report was now overdue and I
was forced to stall for time.

"We have only the highest standards for our tops, I assure you" I replied
gruffly. "However, are you seriously saying you haven't been fucked yet,
Ryan? I'm not sure I can believe that."

"Yeah, but how big are they really? I mean, I don't want to waste my money
if they're not truly hung. I only want the biggest" he replied swiftly.
There was something distinctly cocky about his manner and I noticed he had
side-stepped my question about his virginity completely. In all my years at
the Centre I had helped plenty of virgins cross the threshold into sex
(willingly or not) but it was rare that any of them were this confident.

I paused to think. I'd only known Ryan in the flesh for a couple of minutes
now and yet his entire attitude was already rubbing me up entirely the
wrong way. Something about him felt so self-entitled. Of course, I had no
issues taking his money but we sold the cherry package with the strict
proviso that it was only available to genuine virgins. I reckon that Ryan
was trying to pull a fast one and that was a big problem for me. After all,
our brothel catered for the tastes of a wide range of sexual deviants, and
that meant our stable of bottoms and tops were expected to deal with some
pretty kinky shit. Fucking, deep-throating, heavy-duty bondage, domination,
submission, sounding, saline-infusion, mummification, gimp work, water
sports, furries, flogging and fisting could all be in a day's work for one
of my guys. Sure, some of it was pleasurable, but some of it could be
pretty painful and fucked up. The opportunity to take a bonafide cherry
though? To rape the hottest and tastiest young virgins? Chances like that
meant we were able to employ and hold on to some of the largest super-hung
freaks going. If we broke that pledge with our finest staff we'd be in
trouble.

Of course, the brothel was just the public face of our business. The real
work was done in the Reintegration Centre below. It turned out the kind of
sex pigs that the gay world needs to keep spinning on its axis. That high
demand meant I was always on the look out for candidates for some of our
more extreme programs. Even the most worthless could be reintegrated into
society as a valuable commodity with the right training. And some of those
might just be failed applicants to the brothel...

"I don't think you'll be disappointed by what we can do for you Ryan. It is
quite an expensive package to buy without a sponsor though" I looked at him
expectantly.

"Well I came into some money recently and some old dude I was chatting to
in a bar recommended this place. I swear the dirty old pedo was just trying
to get into my pants. I told him to fuck off and that his shrivelled cock
didn't interest me in the slightest... It was then he asked me whether I
liked big dick - `duh old man' - he then said that if I was untouched and
yet had a penchant for big dick then I was in luck and that this was where
it was at. We chatted for a while and and that's how I'm here today. He
said I would never forget it, but then again a good time to that old homo
is probably still being able to wake up with morning wood" he laughed
contemptuously.

God, Ryan really was a little shit. The picture was becoming clearer
though. I was pretty sure that Ryan had been set up by one of our patrons.
How else could he found out about our services? A self-entitled and
patronising young cock-monster who needs to be taken down a peg or two? It
sounded like the work of one of our network of patrons who were experts at
sending potential subjects our way. Get them all excited about the benefits
of the big dick cherry package and then casually throw in that they have to
be virgins... Watch their faces droop and then casually say `of course, I'm
sure a boy like you can get away looking innocent, right?' By that time
their dick lust was so strong that it was hook, line and sinker - and screw
the potential consequences.

(The bit about Ryan coming into money did check out though. All our
potential clients had to go through an extreme vetting process and the
background check had revealed a wealthy aunt who had passed away recently
leaving him a sizeable pot of cash.)

Doubts aside, I still had to be professional. There was a small chance he
was actually telling the truth. For now it made sense to get him excited
about the package he'd just paid a sizeable and non-refundable deposit for.

It was a hot evening and Ryan sat in front of my desk clad in ripped and
figure-hugging denim shorts, a stretch crew t-shirt and a pair of flip
flops. He looked quite the tart. Me though? I was almost the exact
opposite. I was thirty-five and I had been the overseer of the
Reintegration Centre for a couple of years now. I was tall, swarthy,
muscular, hirsute and had an intimidatingly giant fuckslab and
correspondingly huge sexual appetite. (That wasn't why I'd been hired
though... my true gift has always been my sadistic nature and ability to
corrupt men of all ages and persuasions.)

I stood up and walked around my office to stand in front of him, resting my
muscular backside on the edge of my desk. I was going commando - I nearly
always did - and my fat dick could easily be made out under the tight
fabric of my chinos. I spread my legs slightly as I lent back - a thick tan
belt accentuating my waist and package - and then crossed my arms over my
chest, my tight white shirt accentuating my thick biceps and pecs.

Sure, I looked a little preppy today but Ryan couldn't help himself. I had
deliberately dressed down - to tantalise not titillate - but the thought of
sexual corruption was instinctively chubbing me up a bit. Positively
pavlovian. I could see Ryan's eyes being drawn to my meat and the tip of
his tongue briefly popping out of his mouth to moisten his lips. He
certainly wasn't lying about being into big dick!

It was time to get serious. "You do know that the cherry package will
change you forever, right? There's no going back" I stated matter of factly.

My statement seemed to catch him by surprise. "Wha-- what? Sorry, I didn't
quite get that" he said, so caught up in his primordial dick lust that he
couldn't focus.

"I said, you do realise you're not picking an easy ride by having your
cherry-wrecked here, right? It's going to change you forever."

Ryan nodded gently even as his eyes glazed over. He suddenly looked
startled as my words sunk in. "Cherry... wrecked? Hang on, what the fuck does
that mean?"

"Did you not know that? It's quite simple Ryan. Our cherry-wrecking package
is going to change you forever. By change, I don't just mean that your
virgin hole won't be tight again, though of course being fucked non-stop
over the course of five days by the thickest of thick meats does have that
effect.

Nor do I mean that you might develop a slight gape from the sheer number of
times you'll be reamed open... a gape that constantly leaks from the epic
volumes of cum that'll be pumped deep inside of you. Of course, it is
entirely possible that your fuckhole is going to become so used to being
prized open that it may never be able to clamp fully shut again...
permanently moulded so that only the biggest fuckslabs will be a good fit.

No, by change I mean that you'll be ruined for `normal' life. An entrant to
the  cherry-wrecking package doesn't just get `fucked' and broken-in by
some freakishly hung tops... no, they get permanently transformed into
cock-hungry pussyboys. We've not had a single participant come out the
other side without being addicted to the biggest of dicks.

Still, I'm sure you know what you're doing. In fact, I see you've paid your
deposit, agreed our standards T&Cs and signed your virginity on the line..."

I paused and gave Ryan a chance to speak. All this time I had been watching
and studying his reactions. He was getting pretty worked up and had started
to raise himself off his seat.

"Fuck that man! There's no way I want to become a pussyboy! I just wanted
some big dick, not become a fucking dick addict! What kind of crazy place
are you fuckers running here?" he demanded.

I pushed him firmly back into his seat and glared down at him.

"Let me finish Ryan. Yes, this may give you more cock than you can handle
right now but think of all the benefits. After all, the package buys you
five full days in our brothel, as many piercings as you want from our boy
bait line, a refresher session in a month's time to make sure the addiction
has really set in, and of course, on the next five anniversaries of your
initiation you'll be gang fucked by at least five of the tops who broke
you--."

My explanation was interrupted by a knock at the door. My secretary came in
and handed me the report from Ryan's tail. At last, time to find out the
truth! By now I could tell that Ryan had the look of a bolter so I
signalled to to my muscular assistant to stay and stand guard. I sped read
the short file. It didn't say much, but it said all I needed. Gotcha!

"So, tell me Ryan. You are virgin, right?" I asked sternly.

"I... I... don't have to tell you shit, man" he stammered in reply.

"Bollocks Ryan. You've got to tell me everything. I'm looking at a report
here that says you're about as far as away from a virgin as it's possible
to be. That you've given up that young pussy of yours a metric fuck-ton."

The colour shift across Ryan's face was almost laughable if this hadn't
been so serious for him. It was made very clear to all our potential
clients that lying during the vetting process would have extreme
consequences. Obviously Ryan's love of big dick (and one of our gifted
benefactors spotting unrecognised potential and coaching him in how to
answer) must have meant he thought it was worth the chance.

"No answer? Remember Rodrigo, the hot Latin-America you chatted up in the
Eagle on Saturday night? I can tell from your eyes that you clearly do.
Apparently you cruised him from across the bar and immediately fixated on
the oversized bulge in his skin-tight leathers? Somehow I had a feeling his
assets would help get to the truth... It says here that you may be young but
there's no way you're a virgin. You take big dick like a pro, no matter how
hard the fuck."

I looked at him expectantly and with a deadly serious face. Ryan's cocky
attitude had finally drained away and he was squirming non-stop. He tried
to justify himself.

"Sure, I've taken some cock in my time! What's the harm in that? Fuck, I
can't believe you had me tailed! Jeez, I knew there wasn't something right
about how quick I picked that guy up... I just love the stretch of big dick
that's all! I've got plenty of money and when that old fucker told me to
come here I thought why the fuck not? Who cares if I'm not virgin?!"

"Not virgin?" I sneered. "Jesus, it says here that you're not even close.
That you've got a clear, open cut-case of fuck lust. I will at least give
you that Rodrigo says you're still plenty tight for plainly such an
overfucked bitch... This is all very serious though. You could have just paid
to have a good old-fashioned gang-fuck. We could have easily made that
happen for you. Instead you've lied to us. There's no way we can accept you
for the cherry-wrecking package now."

"Thank fuck for that! You're all sick. I may not have a cherry anymore but
I certainly don't want my hole to be wrecked! All I wanted was to lie back
and get reamed out for a while. Fuck that, I'm over this. I'm out of here!"

"Over? This isn't over Ryan. You wanted an experience to remember and
that's exactly what we're going to give you."

My body towered in front of him. I was not ashamed to say that my dick was
even more noticeable than before, as hard as an iron rod and leaking
prefuck through my trousers. I knew that the combination of my physical
presence, the musk of my juices, my hard cock and his very real fear would
keep him rooted to the spot. It always did.

"The problem is what would be memorable? We've got you for a whole five
days without any questions being asked on the outside about your
whereabouts... Now, I think to give you cock would simply feed your hunger,
no matter how big the meat. No, I think we need to go deeper to meet your
true needs... you said you like having your hole stretched and reamed out...
Well, I think we can deliver on that in spades.

I know, how about we give you an addiction that really is going to be
useful to society? After all, cock-hungry size queens like you are ten a
penny... but hole-hungry fist-addicted sex-pigs? They're always in demand!"

I signalled my secretary to take over. Ryan was given scant moments to
ponder his new future before he was drugged, bound and taken downstairs.
God, I love my job.

------

DAY ONE

I walked up to the metal cage that held Ryan. He had been drugged overnight
whilst we prepared everything we needed. He had come to our brothel
expecting to having a few fun filled days of big dick. A misunderstanding
on his part for sure... aided and abetted by one of the Centre's patrons.
Ryan had unwittingly signed up for the brothel's cherry-wrecking package,
however, young as he was, Ryan had long passed the point of having a
cherry, so now it was time to enrol him on a completely different kind of
program: the Reintegration Centre's hole-wrecking package.

I surveyed Ryan's still sleeping body and thought about the next five days
he was about to experience. It might not sound as if there was that much
difference between having your cherry-wrecked and having your hole-wrecked.
But there really was.

The cherry-wrecking package was designed to introduce virgins to gay sex,
and doing it in such a brutal, big-dicked way that the participant couldn't
help but be imprinted with a painful desire for only the biggest of cocks.

The hole-wrecking package though? Its purpose and goal was much clearer. To
ruin a guy for fucking and prepare them for a lifetime of fisting. A guy
with a wrecked hole would have a constant and powerful ache to be filled at
all times. The craving in their asses to be punched, stretched or cored by
fist would take over their entire lives. Nothing else would do and it was
nothing less than Ryan deserved for lying.

Now it was time to wake Ryan up and start his journey. In five days time he
would be a valuable commodity, more so than he could ever imagine. His hole
was going to be a bottomless pit and always wanting more. Top fist pigs
would pay serious money for the kind of cunt that could take hours and
hours of constant and punishing hole abuse without complaint.

He lay on one of the padded benches in his cage looking very peaceful. We'd
left his tight t-shirt on but shorn off the bottom six inches to turn it
into a slutty crop top. His shorts had been replaced by a tight jock that
left his arse exposed and his cock covered - he had no use for that
anymore. In addition, we had throughly cleaned him out so he was ready to
go. We then pumped his system full of a long-lasting energy supplement that
would keep him awake and conscious for the next 24 hours.

I rapped my knuckles on the thick metal bars of his cage. To say it was a
cage was actually a bit of a misnomer. The bars were one inch thick steel
and reached from floor to ceiling. His `cage' was actually a cell about 10m
by 10m that stood in the middle of a dark room. So dark and big that you
couldn't actually see the far sides. Bright lights lit up the inside of the
cell though and cast long shadows through the bars. Much later in the day,
as his training really got underway, patrons from the brothel upstairs
would be able to watch - walking in the shadows or getting up close and
personal. It was a great way to introduce patrons to our more exclusive
services and to watch out for the guys who might be susceptible to just
this kind of reintegration...

Inside the cage were a bunch of padded benches, platforms at different
heights to suit all body sizes, and a sling hanging from the ceiling. All
had hitching points if needed... That was the last touch: Ryan wore padded
leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Locked in place, they would be
useful restraints if he struggled and wasn't ready to fully submit to his
program yet.

I rapped the bars once more and saw some movement. "Ryan, wake up bitch,
it's time to start your training" I said. Slowly he came round and tried to
take in his surroundings. He turned round to see me standing on the other
side of the bars and he groggily walked over.

It was early in the morning and I was still wearing my uniform from my
duties overnight at the brothel. I didn't work the floor very often, but
every so often a client comes along that I take a shine too. I could still
feel the satisfaction and sexual high of fulfilling a paying customers's
desire to be dominated by a leatherman who had a brutal streak a mile wide
(man, that had been a nasty, no-limits session!) and I still wore my full
Langlitzs, Muir cap and heavy-duty Wescos. However, it felt great to come
downstairs to the Centre where the real action took place.

I could see that it took Ryan a good moment to work out who I was and where
he was. He shook his head in disbelief and started to say "what the fuck--"
but I soon cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up Ryan. It's time, remember? In a couple of minutes your
life is going to start changing in ways you can't possibly imagine." He
stood in front of me, slowly trying to take in his slutty crop top, the
restraints on his extremities and my imposing leathers. In quiet despair
his hands grabbed the thick immovable bars and tried to shake them for his
freedom. It was kinda cute.

"Welcome to day one of your hole-wrecking program Ryan. By the time we're
done your ass is going to want one thing and one thing only: fist. Forget
big cocks, forget hung motherfuckers, that's all over for you. In five
short days time you're going to need to be reamed out by fists almost
non-stop. Sure, you'll crave and demand that unfeasibly large toys are
shoved up your new pussy to help plug and stretch you to new levels of
depravity, but fists are going to be your true passion, your true
addiction..."

Ryan stood there in disbelief. He knew there was nothing he could do. The
moment he had lied on his application form his fate had been sealed.

"Normally we'd take it slow with this kind of training but we've decided to
fast-track you. It's only what you deserve after all. I know some argue a
gradual transition results in more stability in your ffuckhole but I think
your dick lust means you're well past that stage. We're going do in five
days what others would do over half a year."

I could see Ryan's mind going into overdrive as he desperately processed my
words. Man I have the best job! For the briefest moment I thought what
would it be like to go through Ryan's training myself. Jesus Christ. There
was no way I would ever find out. No, I wasn't about to turn my perfectly
healthy asshole into a stretched out mancunt!

"On day one - today - you're going to learn what fucking is really all
about. Forget the sex you've had up till now. No, today you're going to
feel as if your cherry truly is being busted all over again. That's what
you wanted, right? You may think that you're hooked on big, hard dick now,
but you ain't felt nothing yet. We're going to turn that clenching and
puckered up little ass of yours into first class pussy."

That was the signal my orderlies had been waiting for. A heavy steel door
swung open in the darkness and fifteen of the toughest convicts you've ever
seen walked into the room.

Each was serving multiple life sentences without the chance of parole.
Unless of course they did a good job today! It was a truly rank collection
of men. All had been chosen for the size of their pricks (the minimum was
10" and I think we topped out at 14" a couple of times) and all had been
kept in solitary for the last two weeks - away from their usual prison
bitches they'd normally spend all day fucking (or whoring out to fellow
lags). Each con was 100% top. All were muscular or thick-set, the kind of
men whose dicks would never take no for an answer.

Immediately Ryan could see that these guys mean business. Their dirty,
orange overalls were ripped or hanging loose, their giant cocks already
erect, out and leaking dickslop. For their two weeks in solitary they'd all
been cock caged 24/7 and fed food laced with testosterone and long-lasting
viagra supplements. Now set free these guys had just one thing on their
minds.

Each and every of the cons was wearing a thick and heavy rubber anatomical
face mask. It disguised each man's features with the same fixed and
emotionless expression. This wasn't to give the prisoner's anonymity, oh
no. It was to reduce the big dicks raping Ryan to a series of featureless
and inhuman drones. Being fucked was one of the most basic human desires.
And we had to fuck that humanity - and the dick lust - right out of him.
Each mask was locked on with a heavy padlock and cousin't be removed until
the full 24 hours were over.

The astute observer may wonder at this point whether we were just giving
Ryan what he had wanted all along. After all, he had come looking for big
dick, right? But not this much dick though! Sure, he may have had the odd
fantasy about being roughly taken in a dark alleyway by some hung and
brutal studs, but this wasn't a fantasy. This was reality and we were going
to take Ryan to some seriously dark places.

A metal door in the cage swung open and in seconds the fifteen men and one
pussy were locked in the cell together. The stench of sweat, ball musk,
precum and sexual heat was powerfully strong.

He looked me in the eyes one last time. "Why... why are you doing this to me"
he pleaded.

"I have to do this Ryan or I will never be able to sell you. Besides, who
knows? You might enjoy it! Not so much gang-rape as gang-wreck! Basically,
if ain't hurting, it ain't working... get to it guys!"

I smiled as I left the room. I didn't need to stay and watch - the first
couple of hours were usually a complete fuckfest and very difficult to tell
what was going on from the outside. All fifteen prisoners would immediately
gang up on the defenceless Ryan and rape both his holes. Usually they were
so desperate for action that they wouldn't be able to hold back and Ryan
would be double dicked in his mouth and ass repeatedly. It was only after
the initial frenzy and each con had dropped at least two loads that we'd
get into the real power-fucking. Then Ryan really would be in trouble...

------

DAY TWO

My secretary came in to tell me that day two of Ryan's reprogramming was
just about to begin.

I had got back from the gym about 10 minutes earlier and I was covered in
sweat. Actually that was a lie, there was one part of me that was
relatively clean: my dick. I was sitting at my desk, my legs spread and my
black sweat pants pulled half way down my legs. My dick was clean as it was
lying on the outstretched tongue of the 17 year old suckboy who was on duty
under my desk. I say `lying on his outstretched tongue', actually the
better part of my penis was invading his throat and going deep into his
gullet.

It was all part of his training. When we first pulled him off the streets
he only had one style: wolfing down cock as quick as he could, so desperate
for his creamy reward that it was almost painful. This morning was part of
his continued training: an exercise in control and self-restraint. He had
to learn to clean dick gently, without letting me get past the point of
being even a quarter hard. Of course it was a fucking challenge as my sex
drive was so high that my dick almost always wanted to be hard, but I found
a swift kick to the boy's naked bollocks soon made him try less hard. Or
more hard, I wasn't sure which one it was! It made for the gentlest of
gentle sucks.

Apart - of course - from moments like this when I suddenly had to be
somewhere else. I gave suckboy the signal. "Now, bitch" was the command for
him to shift into a completely different gear and bring me to climax as
quickly as possible.

Man alive, it was always a ride! Each and every time he made me cum I was
reminded why I'd seen such high potential in him - he had hunger for dick
like no-one else I'd ever met. He could use his throat muscles to milk a
cock from root to tip, and it always felt like he never came up for air! I
swear the boy was born with more natural skill than some cocksuckers
achieve in a lifetime. I could feel myself coming to the brink and I
instinctively squeezed his head between my powerful thighs, holding him in
place until he sucked every last drop of my creamy load out of my balls. It
was a great way to start the day.

I released the boy's head, gently tousled his hair with one hand to show
he'd done a good job - at cleaning and sucking - and then stood up, pulling
my sweaty shorts up as I did. I left and went down to find Ryan.

Apparently he'd got through his 24 hour prison fuck fest relatively
unscathed, though I did hear there was a bit of a riot at hour 20 when the
cons realised they only had four hours left. Jesus, was Ryan's hole abused!
By the time the army of fifteen men had been led away cum permeated every
pore of his body. He looked completely trashed. Amazingly he still had his
crop top on, but it was drenched in all manner of fluids. His body was
strained and ached from all the times he's been painfully restrained,
forced to take each and every cock in his mouth or his throat time and time
again.

Those cocks had definitely done some good damage. For starters, his face
was covered in spunk, flem and piss. His eyes were red and crusty with the
remains of tears from his long dried up ducts. His hair was simply a mess -
he had quite a stylish and long casual boy cut, a style he must have come
to regret from all the times it must have been used as a handle.

His ass though? It was exactly where we wanted it to be. Real loose and
nicely dilated from the non-stop fucking! From arse cheeks to deep inside
his fuck tunnel he was covered in cum. We hadn't given the guys last night
any lube, so it was good to see that the cons had made the best of their
natural juices...

A few hours ago the orderlies had peeled Ryan off the floor of his cell.
With rubber gloves and full-body aprons on of course, there was no way they
wanted to get any of that dickslop on their bodies. By this time Ryan had
fallen into a pit of exhaustion. This was good for us as it meant he was
placid, but we re-drugged him all the same. This gave us a chance to get
him ready for day two: machine fucking.

Getting him ready meant several things. Firstly, giving his body a chance
to recover (slightly) with a few hours of quality sleep. Secondly, feeding
him more drugs and food supplements to give him stamina for the day ahead.
We certainly didn't clean up his body, his orifices or his ripped and
damaged clothes though. No, he would wear that cum as a badge of pride for
a little bit longer yet.

Once done Ryan was tightly restrained to another padded bench, on his back
with his legs in the air and supported, his ass totally exposed to the
world. He couldn't move a muscle... In fact the only thing that was moving
was the chunky dildo being machine fucked in and out of his ass.

Our hole-wrecking program was intense and moved fast. We needed to take
advantage of the dilation caused by day one's frenzy of fucking to really
open him up. Did it matter that he was unconscious whilst day two begun? Of
course not! He didn't need to be conscious to be reamed out.

Now was the time to wake him up though...

I signalled the orderly to triple the speed of the dildo pummelling his
arse.

It went from a languid 30 strokes per minute to a punishing 90. There was
no way that anyone could stay asleep whilst that was happening. It was a
rude awakening to say the least and I could see him grasping at reality.
I'm not sure what he took in first. Me standing over him? His mouth clogged
up with dried spunk? His tightly restrained body? Or the monster dildo
furiously pistoning in and out of his aching hole?

I could see that he was struggling to speak. Perhaps because of the side
effects of the drugs, or perhaps because the cum seemed to have glued his
lips together? I signalled for the machine to be slowed down a tad and
tried to calm him down.

"There, there Ryan, no need to struggle... Its day two in case you hadn't
worked it out. Did yesterday match your expectations? I bet in your wildest
fantasies you hadn't imagined your `cherry' being taken by fifteen
horse-hung and desperately horny cons? Not that you were a virgin of
course... that's why you're here today and tied up with a big, fat dildo
stretching your ass constantly.

Now, day two is all about picking up the momentum from yesterday and really
keeping your hole nice and slack and loose. That's why it's an industrial
strength fuck machine we're using on you and not some pussy shop-bought
commercial device. We need to make all these changes to your hole permanent
and to do that we're going to keep this up for the next 12 hours at least.
We don't want to give your pussy any time to recover and clench up. Oh no,
not if we're going to meet our goals and really hole-wreck you.

Calm down Ryan, there's nothing you can do to stop this. You better get
used to the sensation of being dildo-fucked though... it's going to be a long
day. We'll do our best to keep it interesting though - we wouldn't want it
to get monotonous! No, we can change the amount of lubrication, the girth
and shape of the toy, the depth and speed of the fuck stroke. Hell, we can
even control the amount of power: what do you think is stronger? The
resistance of your hole or the oversized motor that's punching through your
guts as we speak?

I'll leave you with that thought, bitch. Soon it will be time for an
upgrade in dildo size. Gives you something to look forward too, eh? There
you go, that's the spirit!"

I was sure I could see a fresh tear trickle through the dried up cum on his
cheek. This was going to be so much fun! I couldn't want to come back
tomorrow and see just how much progress had been made.

------

DAY THREE

Fuck me, I was looking at one of the sweetest sights you could imagine! A
couple of hours ago the fuck machine had been removed from Ryan's arse and
he had been drugged again to give him a chance to recover. Only to recover
his sleep though! No, his hole was never going to recover. Right now Ryan
was sitting upright and asleep in a genealogical chair. His head was
lolling to one side, his legs were spread in metal stirrups, and tight
restraints criss-crossed his entire body. He wasn't going anywhere.

We had at least cleaned and gently washed his body though, we weren't
animals after all! Well... actually we were but day three involved a larger
team of orderlies and I felt it was unfair to inflict Ryan's funk on them.

However, by far the most arresting site in front of me was the gaping hole
that sat between Ryan's thighs. It was a source of huge fascination. Even
though I had done this countless times, the speed at which you could
completely destroy the muscles in a boy's pussy still amazed me. Of course,
it's taken the most dedicated and intense training known to man - what we
were doing here was not normal by any stretch of the imagination! - but
time and time again I had stood in front of a formerly tight and puckered
boyhole and been amazed by the transformation we had been able to enact.

Ryan's hole was a gaping mess. It had been permanently stretched so it
would never close. The constant and methodical work of the dildo machine,
proceeded by the fuck barrage the day before, had completely transformed
the shape and texture of Ryan's hole. Formerly it had been puckered and
corrugated, showing no evidence of Ryan's love for big cocks. Now it had
started to resemble a trench... an inch or two tall, and seductively gaping
half an inch wide. We would soon change that.

I shook Ryan's head to wake him up, holding a small mirror in front of his
new pussy. This was one of the moments I liked the best. Day three was
always the time when guys realised they were never going back. Sure, the
hours of being hooked up to a relentless fuck machine with only their
imagination for company was bad enough... but when I held up a mirror to
their destroyed pussy the next day? It was bliss! And Ryan's reaction was
as good as any I could have hoped for.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck have you done to me! You've fucking destroyed
me" he shouted. As he spoke he struggled against his binds, trying to get
free and escape from his predicament. His eyes kept darting from the mirror
to me and then back again. I had seen these glances before. It was as if he
was trying to take in the full enormity of what had happened to his ass and
yet not believing it at the same time.

He continued to struggle but it soon became obvious he wasn't going anyway.
His eyes finally accepted his new reality by taking a cold, hard look at
the gash that had formally been his tight hole. "Jesus, it's going to me
weeks to recover from this, you bastards" he said as he shook his head in
despair.

"Weeks? Don't be a fuckwit Ryan. This is permanent... you're never going to
recover. Your hole is going to gape for all time." The hits kept on coming.
"Even the biggest cocks aren't going to be able to touch the sides from now
on. Your life as a budding fuckboy is over."

I paused to let the enormity of the situation sink in. Just two days into
the program and Ryan was fucked. Nobody said we didn't move fast at the
Centre.

"Luckily for you though we have an extensive collection of dildos - all
inhumanely sized - that are perfect to keep your journey going today!" I
said it gleefully, but really it was the reaction on Ryan's face that made
me happy.

"That's right, your hole is going to be spread so wide that you're going to
feel as if it's going to burst!" I looked around the room at the vast
amount of equipment that was going to help continue Ryan's hole-wrecking
journey. I couldn't help but smile. "You know it always makes me laugh that
some gays refer to dildos as toys. There's nothing playful about what we're
about to do to your hole! Your pussifiction is inevitable and inexorable."

"Fuck you man! I don't believe a word--" said Ryan, trying to interrupt me.

"Words too big for you? I said, your tight hole is lost forever and never
to be found again... Damn bitch, I can see you still don't believe... perhaps a
demonstration is in order?"

This was the part of the job that I loved. Today was my day off, but there
was no way I was going to miss this crucial part of Ryan's training. I was
dressed in Wrangler's, sneakers, t-shirt and an undone hoodie, ready for a
day of leisure. That could wait though.

Without missing a beat, just as my dick started rising to full mast, I
released my belt and started to unbutton my fly,

As always when pure Iust and sexual aggression were involved, my fuckslab
needed no time at all to fully engorge with blood, so much so that it was
almost painful. 10 inches of a veiny 3 inch and punishingly wide shaft rose
up high, headed by a pointed helmet perfect for cleaving open even the
tightest of cunts. Not that Ryan was tight though, god no! That was the
whole point of the exercise.

As was truly fucking with his mind. We had given him too much cock just
days before, and then machine fucked him into the ground all day long
yesterday. Of course, his lust for dick was strong and could never be
removed completely however that tension was all part of his training. The
last two days must have given him a painfully confusing aversion to ass
play, despite what his natural desires told him. However, I knew that
seeing the full magnificence of my hard cock and smelling my ball funk and
sweet aroma of the pre already gathering at the tip of my prick must have
been deeply unsettling for Ryan. Did he want it or not?

I know that in his previous life if he'd hooked up with me - or a similarly
sized fuckstud - then he would feel like king-bottom, like the luckiest
size-queen in the room. Something to brag about to all his fellow fags the
next day at the bar, maybe with a slight limp to confirm how ravaged his
ass had been by big dick. Something to make all the queers jealous. Today
would very very different though, something Ryan would never boast about.

I'd been standing talking to Ryan whilst stood between his spreadeagled
legs. In opening my belt I had shucked my jeans a couple of inches down my
legs. That was all the space I needed. I plunged my thick dick - lube free
- straight into Ryan's new, supersized hole.

Jesus! It slid in without resistance like wet velvet. Whilst I could feel
the warm, welcoming sides of Ryan's pussy, what friction there was was
insignificant. If it hadn't of been for my hairy crotch slamming hard into
Ryan's pelvis, I'm not sure he would have even known I was even fucking him!

I stood there, bearing down on him, my thick dick fully embedded inside his
hole. "How does that feel bitch?" I withdrew and slammed my full weight
against his restrained body again. Man alive was his cunt slack! We had
completely destroyed his arse and we were only two days in.

All this time I had been staring into his eyes and there - finally! - was
the moment I had been waiting for. The reality of his situation truly
sinking in. My dick was enormous and he could barely feel it inside of him.
His life really was changed.

I taunted him as I fucked him. Saying that if he was really lucky that we'd
teach him how to clench his pussy muscles to at least give him some modicum
of clutch, however briefly. The pain and confusion in his eyes was so hot
and I felt like I could have edged all day... But there was work to be done
and it was sweet relief to finally let my twisted emotions (it was so hot
knowing that I was responsible for creating the sweet, hot mess in front of
me) and the gentle sensations of his loose, velvety pussy walls milking my
cock win out. One of the hottest orgasms I'd had in a long time.

I withdrew, buckled up, and got back to business.

"Thanks for the fuck Ryan. You're a lucky boy to have a hole so big, you're
going to be the talk of the town. However, today is all about size
progression. Five guys are going to fuck you... not with their cocks though.
Oh no. Each one is going to be wearing a dildo harness that can be attached
to any one of the hundreds of dildos stored in the wall behind you.

Can't turn round? Let me describe it to you. Think of the wall as a giant
dildo rack, except none of the dildos are visible to the eye. The only part
that can be seen is the base of each dildo attachment, a circle of hard
silicone about 4" across with a small, hollow core. This hole perfectly
matches the metal attachment probe on each guy's dildo harness. Think of it
as a lucky dip... Each of your tops will walk up to the wall and select a
base at random. They'll slide the tip of their probe into the hole and pull
back with a dildo seamlessly attached to their harness. Who knows? It might
be the size of a horse cock, or something that's actually properly big like
a black rubber annihilator dildo. Man, that's a lot of dick to fuck with!"

Of course we do it this way with randomised dildos so that none of the tops
can let any feelings they might develop for Ryan get in the way of him
being stretched out to the extreme. In the past, when we'd let the tops
control the pace and size, we'd often felt they had held back. The sight of
a hot boy grimacing and in obvious hole distress was sometimes too much for
them. Fuck that! Now they didn't have a choice - you fucked with what you
were given and that was that.

I looked down at Ryan. He had no idea... "You may be wondering by now how
your hole is going to be able to take all this work and who could be so
cruel as to inhumanely stretch out your cunt so much?

Well, the five guys who are going to be your tops for the day are a mixed
bunch. A couple are my orderlies who live and breathe this stuff and don't
need any encouragement. However, one guy is a client who has wanted to
experience this kind of a scene - irreversible hole stretching - for a long
time and is paying over the odds to be a part of today's session. The last
two are tops from the brothel who got a couple of unnecessary negative
reviews in their last performance review and are here on punishment detail.

Each top works in 8 minute shifts, with 30 seconds of turn around before
the next top starts. 8 minutes might not sound a lot, but that's carefully
calculated so each top can consistently fuck you with all the gut wrenching
and maximum stamina they can muster. Once recovered they'll randomly swap
dildos in the wall and get ready to fuck you all over again.

And if they don't set a new personal best with each and every dildo fuck?
Then powerful electrodes attached to their own cocks will soon spur them
on... Fun eh, bitch?" I gestured to the team gathering around his new cunt.
"Happy fucking guys!"

I left them to their work. There was no point hanging around. Besides,
tomorrow I would be spending some real quality time with Ryan as I had the
responsibility for taking his fist cherry. Being overseer definitely had
it's privileges.

------

DAY FOUR

This is it! Today is the day I get to introduce Ryan to the pleasures of
fisting whilst simultaneously taking him over the edge of pleasure into
full-blown fist addiction.

I'm often asked by our patrons - the people who pay us to have sex pigs
created or purchase the ones who have just been freshly minted - why making
a fistpig is such a challenge compared to our other subjects. After all,
our patrons are men who know exactly for themselves just how intense and
enjoyable fisting can be. Surely tapping into that desire and turning a
normal guy into a fistpig isn't such a big deal? Is it really worth the
time, money and energy?

I always reply that it's a huge deal and that it's always worth it.

After all, enjoying fisting is a world away from being addicted to fist.
Being addicted is a hunger so bad that you would go to hell and back for
the chance of a good punch. A fist addiction is so strong that your whole
being is completely dependent on it and unable to function without it. This
is exactly what we wanted to create in Ryan. We had ruined his hole for
fucking and slowly degraded his mind. Now we were going to rebuild it. We
were going to give him so much pleasure from fist that he would want to
live in that blissful state forever.

The fact that that state might be unobtainable long-term was of no concern
to me. However, it did make Ryan a very valuable commodity. His desire to
achieve fist nirvana would be relentless and it meant he could be pushed
through extremes almost mindlessly. The hunger would be real.

For all my experience, this kind of work still got me excited. I was up
early and ate a slow-release breakfast to give me energy for the entire
day. However, I was soon thinking about what gear I wanted to wear whilst
punching Ryan's cunt out for the first time. Some people see wearing gear
as mere costume, whilst I see it as a vital way of getting into a guy's
headspace, breaking them down and rebuilding them as fetish freaks.

I made my choice carefully. I wanted something that would accentuate and
intensify my muscular body whilst ensuring a powerful human connection with
the subject. I had briefly teased him yesterday morning by fucking him -
the briefest of physical respites from the rubber fuck drones of the first
day and then the miles of silicon dick he had taken on days two and three.
I briefly thought about going full fetish and wearing a rubber catsuit but
I soon dismissed the idea. I wanted the joy of my human contact to seem
both inevitable and powerfully inescapable.

A black and red rubber wrestling suit should do it. Something tight and
shiny for my torso but leaving my arms, legs and fists free and on display.
I lubed the suit up and climbed in, carefully hefting my already stiff
schlong into the rubber and zippering up the front. It was all a fucking
tight fit, but that was the point. I had taken a Viagra or two to ensure
that I was rock hard all day. I didn't need the drugs, but I really loved
the engorged and painfully hard feeling they gave me. And I just knew the
sight of my iron bar of a dick straining at the rubber would compound the
confusion in Ryan's mind. I wanted him off balance for a while yet... to
question what he truly wanted and needed.

After all, we were at a crucial stage in his development and we had to keep
the pressure up to reduce any chance of slippage or back sliding. We had
spent a huge amount of effort changing the properties of his hole from ass
to pussy. Now we had to constantly push forward so he could never recover...
Not that any meaningful recovery was likely as Ryan's hole was pretty well
trashed by now. The drugs we had given him gave him stamina, but also
importantly they allowed his ass muscles to be over-fucked and then
over-stretched, all without bruising or totally tenderising his hole. He'd
taken more in the last few days than some power gays took in an entire
lifetime.

All this meant he would be in a fever pitch of anticipation by now. He may
have lusted after big dick but up till now handballing hadn't been a factor
in his life. Most likely he thought that ass play was gross and unhealthy.
That it was incompatible with `regular' sex. Of course we all know that the
average guy into fisting has a dual purpose hole that can easily turn its
attention to being fucked or ffucked. It was a shame for Ryan that he would
never discover that. The damage we'd done meant Ryan's hole was no longer
suitable for mixed use. Now it was exclusively for fist.

Right now he was awake and restrained in a leather sling in a room
especially built for the purpose of hole-wrecking. The room was about 20'
square and the sling hung from the dead centre. However, what made the room
purpose built was that all four walls and the ceiling were entirely made up
of giant LED screens. They were low-definition (being made up of individual
LEDs rather than true TV screens) but this made the images that were
playing all the more effective and alluring.

There was no way that Ryan could escape the blown-up and grainy images of
cunt-on-fist action playing out in front of his eyes. It was a sensory and
visual overload: a messy hole (just like his) being opened up by a giant
hand and then punching out, leaving behind the wrecked and juicy remains...

All of this - the hunger that our constant use of his hole had given him,
the mind-bending drugs, the sling and porn - I knew would have combined to
make Ryan heavy with expectation and desire. That he would not just be
wanting what was about to happen but that he would also need it.

How little he knew.

I got to his room and set the porn playback to slowly adjust for my
entrance. Over the course of the next five minutes the interior of the room
would adjust. The level of red saturation would increase, the images would
focus on the expressions of pleasure on the bottom's faces and then slowly
become more and more blurred out. The soundtrack would get more more
relaxed and suggestive. By the time I walked in the room was predominantly
red, with black shapes slowly moving in the background. You could just make
out a fist punching through a set of pussy lips, or a rosebud beautifully
blooming, but it was all kind of trippy and slow motion. It bought Ryan to
the peak of receptiveness.

The last touch before stepping in was putting on a custom rubber chest
harness over the top of my rubber. Whilst the extra gear may have seemed
like overkill, this harness had been specially designed to Reintegration
Centre spec. It had a miniaturised GoPro camera embedded inside the centre
strap and, whilst barely visible to the naked eye, it was filled with some
very clever tech. Namely the ability to automatically focus and follow the
movement of my hands whilst simultaneously broadcasting a live view to the
room's LED screens. It would give Ryan a ringside seat - figuratively and
literally!

I stepped in. The lighting reflected off my rubber and highlighted the
areas of my body that weren't covered. I looked manly and purposeful, and I
allowed Ryan to drink it in. To see my muscles, my shine, my imposing
fists, my bulging dick meat... Whether he actually recognised me or not I
didn't care, I just knew that the porn and the drugs meant he instinctively
knew that I was here to obliterate his ass. His wide eyes looked both
scared and turned on.

I walked over to the sling, immediately taking in his open gash exposed to
the air. We had given him a seriously meaty hole but I knew there was still
so much more work to be done... However,  I didn't want to rush this. I
wanted both Ryan and myself to savour it forever. With one hand I ever so
gently started caressing the edges of his new pussy. I had lubed myself
with long-lasting silicone in advance so my fingers had the lightest of
touches and glided across his skin effortlessly. So slowly and so tenderly
that he almost couldn't feel it...

"Please... please..." he pleaded.

I ever so slightly changed the pressure of my fingertips. "Please what,
bitch?" I replied, looking straight into his eyes.

"Please play with my hole..."

I quickly withdrew my hand. "I've told you, bitch. We don't play here. We
corrupt, we transform, we destroy, we rebuild, we punch... but we never ever
fucking play."

The shock absence of my touch and my harsh reply suddenly made him both
confused and yet even more desperate as he processed what I'd said.

"Please, I didn't mean play... I just feel as if something is missing.
Something really important..."

"You're right bitch. There is something missing" I replied. Jeez, we really
had reprogrammed him deep! God, we're getting good at this. "What's missing
is the feeling of your cunt being used... your pussy being stretched... your
hole having a real purpose in life."

Even in the red lighting I could see his mind trying to process what I was
saying. Part of him knew that it was true, but a tiny part was still
resisting. I decided to nudge him along.

I slowly returned my fingertips to the edges of his ass trench, gently
exploring again but never truly probing inside. It was amazing what we had
created. This was a hole begging to be violated and I could feel it
pulsing, it's heat drawing me in. It was taking all my patience and effort
not to just plow away.

"I know what you want Ryan. I know you want my hand inside of you. But
you've got to say it Ryan. You have to accept yourself before you wreck
yourself. It's your decision Ryan. Just tell me what you want..."

I've always found that men who beg to be fisted make for a better quality
end product. Ryan was to be no exception. I increased the speed at which I
manipulated his outer hole, working his ass to a juicy quim.

"Tell me what you want Ryan, tell me what you need me to do..."

"Fuck, I need you to fist me. I need to feel you inside of me, stretching
me, giving me what I want..." he softly declared.

For a man who had never been fisted before he came to the Centre three days
ago, these were powerful words. "You want me to continue what we've started
and wreck your hole?"

"Please..."

"To turn you out as a fist addicted whore who begs to be used?"

"Please! I'm begging you! Please give it to me!" he cried plaintively.

I could see his hunger, his desperation and his desire. I could feel the
receptiveness of his cunt - his heat and suction trying to pull me in.
Seamlessly as he begged I briefly removed my hand to dip it into a
waist-high bucket of J-lube and then balled my hand into a fist... It was
time. I activated the camera in my harness and in seconds the live playback
- centred on Ryan's juicy and receptive pussy - was streamed onto the
screens around the room. Even distorted by the grainy size of the LEDs it
didn't take long for him to twig that he was seeing his gaping hole on the
walls surrounding him. I didn't give him a chance to be shocked by the
sight of his destroyed and gaping trench, swiftly plunged my clenched fist
through the gates of his new pussy... He could take it.

It was like a bomb going off in his cunt. His eyes went wide in shock and
hardcore pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he involuntarily cried out. I knew
from long experience that what he was feeling was like nothing else on
earth.

After all, to be fucked by cock was to know what it meant to be a man. To
take a big, thick dick - without complaining or grimacing - and to truly
give up your hole in service of another man was truly something. There were
bottoms out there who just wanted to be fucked, to feel the thrust of a
cock using their hole as a cum dump and knowing they were a source of
powerful relief.

But to be fisted was in another league. It was the ultimate head fuck, the
ultimate connection. To know that another man was literally inside of you
and to know that even the smallest movement of their hand would be hugely
amplified inside of you. After all, at the end of the day, a cock is just a
cock. It can pretty much move in just one direction: in and out. Sure, with
vigour and power thrusting it can do some work. A fist though? It can move
in every direction. It can stretch, plunder, tease, rotate, clench, punch
and move in and out. There was no way that Ryan could quantify all of this.
To him the feelings of my fist were pure bliss, impossible to decipher or
break apart. After the monotony of all that rubber dicking now there was
human flesh inside of him. The difference could not be more noticeable.
Unlike a fake dick, this was a connection between two people. I could read
his facial expressions like a book, giving him more or less of what he
wanted. Responding to what he needed, seeing the pleasure radiate across
his face or denying it when I chose...

Everything had conspired for this one never-ending moment. The endorphins
bursting in his head must have been intense. He was never going to forget
it - not the pleasure in his hole, the sight of his fist plugged pussy or
the knowledge that he was now a cunt. His desires - his sense of normality
- were literally being reprogrammed. It was so freaking hot.

I decided to take things to the next level... After all, the bigger his cunt
the more pleasure he would be able to receive, right?

"Is that what you want Ryan? Because I've had plenty of experienced guys
tell me that my hands are pussy-killers and that their holes are never the
same again after a round with my giant fists. And you're just a newbie..." I
slowly rotated my still clenched fist in the welcoming fleshy tunnel that
was his cunt. My fucking with his head wasn't giving him a chance... and the
constant action over the last three days had stretched him out nicely,
giving me plenty of space to make things even bigger.

"Always go big up front is what I say -- it makes sure you can never go back
to your old life..." I told him as I vigorously rotated my fist in his pussy,
watching his body embrace his new reality. I slowly started pulling my fist
backwards and forwards, each time coming every so slightly further out.
Fuck! The walls of his pussy were so inviting. The warm, muscular velvet
made me want to never leave. I had to though. It was important that Ryan
would feel the difference and understand what was better. The big stretch
as my fist slid in, the full feeling once I was inside, or the harrowing
emptiness when I was outside?

As I withdrew Ryan squealed, whether in delight or pain I couldn't tell. To
be honest I didn't care anymore. He was a hole to be used. I had taken his
fist cherry and now he was going to feel such pleasure and pain that it
couldn't possible be conceived. His empty hole gaped and pulsed as I
reapplied my fingers to briefly massage and tease the outside edges of his
pussy again.

"And of course the beauty of day four is not just running your hole, but
giving you a really sweet set of pussy lips to go with it... So let's get to
work eh?"

I punched one of my giant hands inside of Ryan and wondered just how long
it would take to get to the double. Then we could do some really good work...
That was all to come though. For now I simply wanted him to beg for anal
mercy - to give him so much pleasure that he could never come back from
this moment. I knew that anal ecstasy had the power to change his life
forever. That sex would no longer be tolerable without a balled-up fist
punching his soon to be big-lipped pussy. That he would feel anal-panic if
a forearm wasn't straightening out his entire, writhing rectum.

As I felt the walls of his quivering cunt clench against my fists I had no
doubt that the Centre had just made it's profit back and more. By the end
of tomorrow Ryan would be ready for the open market...

------

DAY FIVE

I stood in my security chief's office and watched the live camera feed
coming from Ryan's room. For the first time since he'd arrived we'd let him
sleep naturally without drugs. Sure whilst he slept we had induced a
carefully controlled hypnotic trance to continually reinforce his training,
but other than that Ryan was totally on his own.

What he did when he woke up though? That was the true test of just how far
he had fallen.

Yesterday had been pivotal in turning Ryan into the beginnings of a damn
fine fistpig. He had taken my fist every way possible and a few more
besides. However, I think the real turning point had been the follow-on
pack of my most trusted and experienced FF tops. They had developed his
hole to the point of comfortably being able to take the double. Well... it
might not have been truly comfortable for him but I still think I had been
kind in selecting just five tops with only medium sized hands. (To be
honest the fact that their contracts stated they would be automatically be
paid a quadruple bonus if they achieved their goal in half the usual time
may have slipped my mind. It really was an achievement to double punch
through the gates of his formerly tight pussy in such record time!)

There are many who say that an arsehole simply can't stretch at the pace of
our advanced programs, but I say bollocks to that! You just have to
engineer the right balance between desire, hunger and power stretching.
Maybe a few muscle relaxants and drugs thrown in to grease the wheels of
progress, but mainly it's about the effort you're willing to put in. And
all that effort was exactly why Ryan's pussy was now a gaping wide trench
and surrounded by beautiful, puffed up cuntflaps.

And so now - as we watched from the CCTV cameras - it was time for him to
wake. His room was spartan and industrial looking with just a few bits of
furniture, and yet each one had an `interesting' touch. Like the
metal-framed bed that had thick and chunky bedposts at each corner. Or the
stool that had four round legs, but each of a curiously different width.
Oh, and the side table covered with a range of tall and amorphously shaped
sculptures in different sizes...

I had high hopes for what Ryan would do first. If we had done our job
correctly then his new pig instincts would be blatantly on display.

There! There it was! His body was stirring and yet even before he was fully
awake and conscious one of his hands had reached back to find his new cunt.
Or, more precisely, to feel the terrible emptiness in his pussy. It was a
new and strange sensation for him but it was instinctual, as second nature
as breathing. He had a cunt and it needed to be filled. Unconsciously you
could see his hands trying to fill it - playing around with it's lips and
then slowly trying to force his hand inside to tame that hunger.

The friction woke him up though. Even given the size of his new pussy there
was no way that one of his hands could slide in without lube. His hole
hunger was real and powerful though. What would he do next? He got up of
the bed in a daze as he searched the room, his eyes and hands sizing up the
potentials. His body was a true picture: he was dressed in a tight-fitting,
full rubber catsuit. Last night for the first time since his arrival we had
washed and cleaned the accumulated sex filth off his body, and then turned
him out as a fetish pig. The only part of his body that was exposed was his
ass - the naked flesh contrasting proudly against the black rubber. Over
the top of his chest was a thick red harness, also made out of rubber. It
perfectly framed his shoulders and helped to spell out the true fist whore
he was. Of course, it was a testament to just how much of a pig he'd become
that he hadn't even noticed his new attire yet.

He moved around the room and I could see him roll his hands over the bed
posts, feeling their shape and heft. Apparently they didn't satisfy. His
eyes kept searching and soon landed on the sculptures. Would any of those
settle his hunger? It wasn't that much of a stretch of the imagination to
use them as butt plugs, and many guys in his position had done exactly that
before him. The sight of the en-suite bathroom seemed to distract him
though. There was a rush as he saw a large bottle of moisturiser on the
side. (Of course, we'd added a few extra ingredients to suit our purposes.
Some J Lube to make it perfect for asshole stretching and some fast-acting
chems that would quickly be absorbed through his pussy-lining, making him
super horny and fucked up.)

He grabbed it and squeezed out a gigantic dollop onto his hand... Immediately
that hand was toying at the entrance to his cunt, lubricating his new lips...
It bought a wave of satisfaction but his eyes were still casting over the
room. Could he squat on one of the stool legs? Surely if he turned the
stool upside down at least one of the four thicknesses of leg would make a
good dildo?

It was then that Ryan's face lit up as he saw something in the corner. It
was one of those big yellow cones that cleaner's leave out to warn people
the floor was wet. We had deliberately left it in his room to help the pig
out, we weren't monsters after all! You could literally see the thoughts go
across his mind in real time. Cone plus moisturiser plus hungry ass? The
perfect hole stretcher! How sick he had become.

In seconds he was generously lubing up the top of the cone and squatting
down on it. It was quite a struggle as the large cone was almost as high as
his groin. He managed it though and his face was a true picture the moment
his receptive cunt was opened up by the hard plastic. You could see the
tension leaving his body as he relaxed onto it, his pussy finally full
again. I knew exactly what would happen next: the ecstasy as he lifted
himself up and then slammed himself down, slowly taking more and more of
the cone inside him. It was a fucking hot sight!

However, we had important work to be getting on with... Whilst I was glad his
piggyness had automatically kicked in on waking up, now we had to really
make sure his training was fully imprinted. The big question was whether
fist had truly supplemented his love of cock? Had his first lust really
been lost and replaced by handball? Some of these fuckers are so stubborn!
Either way, if Ryan had thought his arse had seen hard work so far, today's
session would make the last four days seem like a walk in the park.

I grabbed a couple of things and left the security office to head down,
silently letting myself in. My hairy and muscular upper body was naked
apart from a black and red leather chest harness, whilst I wore incredibly
tight denim jeans and engineering boots below. I knew that this combination
- of muscles, leather and the long bulge of my hefty cock through heavily
worn denim - would have a powerful impact, especially when he compared
himself against the full rubber he was wearing. However, Ryan was so
engrossed stuffing his arse and riding that big cone that he didn't notice
my presence.

"Morning pig!" I shouted.

Ryan was so shocked that he almost fell off. Almost. He ass was so deeply
entrenched that releasing himself would have been a real struggle. Now he
saw me though I could tell he was trying to climb free. I stopped and left
him impaled. "No, pig, you stay on that cone. It's so sweet to see you
destroying your hole like that."

"Fuck off you bastard, I'm not a pig!" he cried.

"Bitch, please! The way you're riding that cone totally says otherwise."

"No, no! It's just that I need... I need..." his words petered out as he tried
to process what he had truly become.

"I bet what you need is a fist deep inside that sweet cunt of yours, right
now, eh?" I asked provocatively.

"Fuck you man, I'm just hungry for cock that's all. Seeing as there wasn't
any around this is the next best thing. I hate it... a damn good fuck is all
I need!" The anguish in his eyes as he took in the bulge in my jeans was
intense.

It was compounded by him suddenly realising just what he wearing. Maybe it
was the contrast between our different clothes, or maybe it was because
he'd only just become aware of how good the tight, black rubber felt on his
skin? Or maybe because his sweat was rising and he could smell the
industrial rubber? Either way he couldn't believe his own desires and he
started to claw at it and try to remove it, but we had locked all the zips
and buckles with heavy duty padlocks. He was staying in rubber until
further notice.

"What the fuck? What the fuck is this? Jesus Christ... let me out of this
stuff. Come on!" He prattled on for a bit as he discovered just how tight
the suit was and yet that his arse was completely free and open. The
realisation - even though he was still balancing on the cone - suddenly
seemed to change his priorities. "Man, if you're not going to let me out
then you could at least fuck me. I know the size of heat you're packing in
those jeans! Please fuck me, please..." he pleaded.

Of course - secretly - I knew and fully expected this moment to happen. I
even encouraged it. (Was it possible that the overnight hypnotic trance may
have suggested he hold out for cock? Maybe. After changing his pleasure
centre to be wired for fist alone surely regressing him back to dick would
be cruel? I couldn't possibly comment. However, I did know from long
experience that if you broke through the barriers of existing desires once
then you got a stable pig... But if you broke through that barrier multiple
times then your pig became more powerful than you could possibly imagine.
The cravings became unreal. Their tolerance and lust for depravity would
completely control their actions and make them totally helpless. And that's
why we had `reset' him. To break him and then rebuild him all over again.)

I suggestively held my meat in one hand like a hardcore street hustler. I
squeezed my bulge hard and then popped open the buttons of my jeans. I knew
his eyes were riveted on me as my hand slid under the denim to free my
cock. My fuckslab was so hard and thick that it couldn't be released
without some help. I reached in and pulled it out, leaving a trail of clear
presap behind. I grasped my cock at the root - making it look even bigger -
and gave it a good shake.

"I'll fuck you Ryan, if that's what you really want... I'll slide my dickmeat
into you, fuck you into the ground and pump my spunk deep inside you if you
really want... but only if you win a simple bet. All you have to do is
balance your ass on that cone for 10 minutes without sinking further down.
That's easy right?"

"That's it?" he asked.

"Yup, simple, eh?" As if an afterthought I gently lifted up the two items I
had carried into the room. "Oh and I'd want you to wear this jacket
advertising the brothel whilst I take a few publicity photos of our latest
creation... Purely just in case you lose of course, we've got to keep our
clientele rolling in...

Of course, I reckon your new hunger for fist is so strong that you're not
going to be able to help yourself from impaling yourself deeper on that
cone. You're welcome to prove me wrong, bitch... Come on Ryan, don't tell me
you've lost your love of big dick? I thought a big hefty cock fucking your
ass was what you always wanted? Don't tell me you've actually become
addicted to fist? That would be hilarious!" I taunted.

"Fuck off man, I ain't addicted to anything!" he said angrily.

"So prove it to me bitch... I tell you what, I'll even sweeten the deal for
you. Hold yourself just there on that cone - without moving - for ten
minutes and we'll undo the last four days. We'll repair your hole, make you
almost good as new, destroy the photos and all the evidence. No one ever
need know you were even here or that you were a pig for 96 hours... Hell, you
might enjoy fucking more now that you can truly appreciate it."

I could see just how confused he was. After four long days I was giving him
a way out. Was it for real though? Of course I knew that this was all just
one more trap to break him down again. There was no way anyone could
balance still on that motherfucker of a cone for another ten minutes,
especially as he we'd been talking for five minutes already! All this time
he'd been unconsciously bouncing up and down slightly, letting his legs and
then his body take the slack. But balancing perfectly still after that was
going to be a real killer on his legs... Oh, and return him back to normal?
Like fuck! We could soon as repair climate change as we could repair his
hole. No, he was done for, regardless of the choices he made.

"Come on Ryan, what's the matter with you? Way bigger guys than you have
managed this easily. What's wrong? Not hungry enough for dick anymore?" I
grabbed my heavy dick at the shaft and waved it in front of him again. Even
to me it looked angry and ready to fuck. It was just the encouragement he
needed. Our hypnosis had royally fucked with his mind - his hole was saying
one thing but his head another and it was his head that won out. It was
obvious that he still wanted to believe that he was a cocky bottom with an
appetite for big dick.

"Deal!" he said. "I stay still and you fuck and then return me back to
normal, like none of this crazy shit ever happened, right?"

Gotcha! "Absolutely Ryan... Here, let me just mark your place on the cone
with this Sharpie - fuck! you've slid down that cone five inches already.
Your cunt must really be feeling it by now!" I could feel his embarrassment
as I drew a circle around where his pussy lips were resting. "Fuck man,
you're leaking a lot of juice and lube down here, I hope the line stays on
okay..."

"Just fucking get on with it man, start the fucking clock!" he snarled.

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses... I just need to put the jacket on you." It
looked like a simple heavy cotton gilet vest with our corporate logo across
the front and `ONLY TRUE PIGS APPLY' in bold red letters on the back. In
actual fact it was designed like one of those weighted gym training vests
that add extra resistance to your movements. Most of these max out at 10kg.
This? A full 40kg. Even for a jocked-out twink like Ryan that was a lot of
weight for his legs to support.

I lowered it over his shoulders and quickly started strapping the heavy
duty buckles across his chest. Immediately he felt that something was up.

"What the fuck! What the fuck is this, man..." he started gabbling that I had
tricked him. Duh!

"You accepted the bet Ryan and I'm sure you won't want to let me down...
There, your time starts NOW. Remember, just stay completely still. Here, I
can feel you're a bit distracted so let me help you focus." And with that I
stuffed a giant ball gag into his mouth. To be honest I was bored of his
whining. I snapped a couple of photos as he stood quivering indignantly and
then started to tell him the plans for the day - if he lost the bet of
course...

"So Ryan. If your four days of training haven't turned you into a mindless
fuckpig by now with nothing to live for but fist, day 5 will really do the
trick. I think you're really going to love it.

Yesterday we introduced you to the pleasures of fisting, including some
serious punch work and the boys giving you the double. How did that feel,
eh? I bet you never imagined that your pussy would ever give up that much
cunt, eh?"

I carried on talking and taking pictures as his legs began to weaken.
Already I could see that the extra weight had slid his open hole further
down the cone line without him knowing. The stretch on his arse must have
been staggering. What does that do to a man's mind? To feel yourself
forcibly being opened up, all whilst your legs desperately balance and try
to hold out. Knowing that your cunt is so juicy and receptive that it can't
help itself?

"You've plenty more to give though. I reckon we can do some serious depth
work today. There's not going to be an inch of your arse canal that we
won't leave unexplored. Lose the bet now and we're going to make that ass
addiction of yours truly permanent...

Of course, that's only if you don't want my hard dick unloading deep inside
of you. You just tell me what you want Ryan, my thick meat or my big fists?
It's entirely up to you..."

I could tell that my words and the bright flashes of my camera were
beginning to have the desired effect.

It no longer mattered how much I waved my thick dick in front of his face:
the combination of the insane weight bearing down on his hole, the
`turbo-charged' lube he'd used and the ass hunger we had given him over the
last couple of days was intense. If he was the true pig I knew we had made
him to be then he would soon be showing it... He drooled and whined under his
ball gag, gently shaking his head as his cunt sunk helplessly further and
further down the giant cone. There was nothing he could do to stop it... By
now the feeling of the black rubber surrounding his body was intensifying
every experience for him - from his quivering legs to the sweat running
down his face, from his entire body tightly enclosed in rubber to the pussy
juices lubricating his path down the cone.

"You know what Ryan, I reckon your hole has made that decision for you. Do
you really want the spunk in these big balls? The way your legs are
quivering says no. I don't know man, maybe I should just put my cock away?"
He whimpered slightly as I uncomfortably packed my schlong back in my jeans
without giving him a choice. It was a tight fit but I knew what I was doing.

"Maybe it's these that you want Ryan?" I dipped my hands into a discreetly
placed container of lube and started to grease myself up. I made a big show
of noisily coating the thick and slippery lube over every inch of my fists
- my palms rolling over the back of each hand, before seductively pushing
the lube onto my thick wrists and up my hairy forearms until I was fully
coated and ready for deep fisting.

"Isn't this what you want you Ryan? My fists exploring your hand and
stretching you out? Christ, look at you man! You're delirious with the need
for your hole to be worked over, you're begging for that hungry cunt to be
abused. Jesus, forget being fucked again, that life is over for you, no
cock is ever going to want that wrecked hole..."

I knew my words would tip him over the edge! However, it was time he learnt
that life wasn't fair when it came to pig play. The cone wasn't really a
cleaner's cone at all. It was actually a well-disguised and powerful sex
toy with a unique, turbo-charged vibrator built into the tip: a heavy and
heated steel ball rotated around the inside using intense centrifugal
force. The sensations could beat any prostate into total submission!

I pressed the remote in my pocket and I could see his eyes go wide in
surprise. He had no idea what hit him! His legs completely gave out,
sinking him further down the cone of power than anyone could ever have
imagined. His full weight rested on his arse, his eyes wide with lust and
shock.

I could see his half-flaccid cock rise and jump, leaking precum like crazy.
I hit. the boost button on the remote and in seconds his dick was oozing
thick ropes of cum, straight from his prostate.

That's it Ryan! How does it feel to cum from your ass alone?! Only a true
fistpig can do that! By the end of today you'll be so weak from cunt action
that you won't be able to walk, your manpussy completely destroyed. I'll
personally yank my balled up double fists out of your ass, leaving your
cuntlips hanging open and frightened at the loss... Now that's a true
fistpig, eh? So much better than just being a mere fuckboy, eh?"

Suddenly it hit Ryan that he had cum and had been lost in a complete
ffuckhaze of hole stretching. The final drips of dick spooge welled at the
tip of his cock and he looked at me agog.

"8 minutes bitch. Not even fucking close! You're ffucked!"

I could see a little part of him wilting but I felt a much bigger part of
him said `fuck it' and within seconds he was stretching his legs and riding
that cone like a pig possessed, desperately trying to force another orgasm
out of his cunt. This was going to be a fun day! I wondered just when I
should let it drop that I had lined up the world's best punch fister to
take Ryan off our hands. He was one of our best customers and went through
a new cunt every 6 months... It was true, fist-addicted pigs really could
give back to the world!

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-wish