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"Oh shit! What have you done to me?!"
"It's called libido candy. It makes you horny but this one is modified to make it permanent. Dripping precum is not an effect, that's totally yours!"
"So, are you saying that I'm going to live with an erection all my life?"
"Only, if you manage to leave here alive!" Ramon began to laugh hysterically. "That depends on you!!" He took another candy from his case. "Now, for our first transformation I want you to become... A LATINO GUY!"
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"A ... a what?" Nick questioned, unsure he'd heard correctly. "You ... you want me to become 'a Latino guy'? Like one of them Spanish Barrio gang banger thug boys I saw on that Telemundo television channel?"
"Well," Ramon said, giggling before continuing, "if that's what this candy makes you into, then why not one of them Barrio street thug boys. That'd work out for me, considering that's what I really am, and, what I want you to be now, too, Nick ... with me. In fact, Nick, I think the candy I had over an hour ago before ... that party ... is about to wear off me ... any ... second ... now!"
And as Nick watched, Ramon's fat adult body began changing, growing younger and much thinner, turning him into a muscular nineteen-year-old Latino street thug with an enormous dark brown uncut erection dangling heavily from an immensely bushy wet jungle of black coffee-colored pubic hairs. Nick glanced at the heavily tattooed flesh in disbelief. The previously 30'ish-looking ugly Latino was now a sweaty bronzed Adonis, with countless tattoos and an impressive muscle rippled body. Silver and chrome piercings decorated every conceivable part of the now slender Latino stud's body, from barbells and hoops on each brown nipple, to lower lip snake bite studs and multiple eyebrow piercings, and a Prince Albert. Five small silver hoops dangled from each earlobe, and when he'd smiled, Nick saw even his thick tongue had a silver bar pierced through its slick red length.
Unfortunately, the Latino's sweaty unwashed appearance and body odor hadn't improved with his change. It was actually a lot worse, now, and the overpowering muskiness of his stronger-smelling peppery tainted body odors were far more noticeable with the dripping moisture clearly leaking from the inky black hairs at his armpits and filthy-looking greasy dark hair. There was also an unpleasantly strong musky stench radiating out from his curly, black-haired crotch as well, and Nick cringed as the sweaty Latino thug spread his beefy legs and crawled up on top of him and straddled his own muscular legs spread open and secured to the bed posts.
Nick shuddered as the Latino's briefly exposed hairy ass smacked down against his lower legs with a squishy wet splash, staring at the near foot-long length of dark brown foreskin covered erection pointing straight outwards from the massive crop of smelly black pubes. Precum spilled down the pierced bronzed mushroom head of the guy's boner in greasy white cables, dripping and running over the Latino's hairy ball sack and oozing its frothy spills downwards and between Nick's own calves in a steady flow.
"This candy will also make you the young heartthrob age I most desire," Ramon said, lifting up the light blue walnut size piece of candy. "And yes, Nick, it will also change your age permanently, or until I've supplied you with a reversing antidote ... should I ever make one. But don't expect me to do something that wasteful, Nick. See, I want my boys to be old enough to satisfy each and every one of my fetishes, but young enough to survive their continuous physical and mental changes without eliminating their own original brain or memories of who ... and what they were before stepping foot on this island's paradise. You see, Nick, you've not only made a mistake sitting down with me inside the party earlier, but you have also willingly chosen your new life by eating the other candied confection I'd given you, giving you a permanent erection. What you're about to experience from now on, Nick, will prove to you that you're mine now, to become whatever I'll wish you to be. To do whatever I wish you to do for me, or with countless others who must now remain here for the rest of your eternal life, and their own eternal lives."
"My ... 'eternal' life?" Nick repeated, struggling to free his arms from the snug ropes binding them. "I, I'm not a ... a vampire or something if ... if that's what you're--"
"No, you're not going to be a vampire from this candy, Nick," Ramon interrupted, rubbing at the leaking tip of his brown erection. A fat white string bubbled out of the large mushroom's vent. "I'll save that candy for another night when you'll be joining others in their winged hunts for nourishment on some unsuspecting young creature or male teenager who's been adequately modified to make your nightly blood feasts an entertaining and enjoyable act. Why, your friend Riley can be your perfect mate for a boy-size vampire bat's transforming bite and sexually transmitted infection, thus altering him into your own feral vampire bat companion. But tonight, and for the next few nights, I want all your undivided attention solely on me. And for that, Nick, you'll eat this blue piece of candy to make you my obedient Latino lover and stunningly attractive, yet filthy juvenile delinquent Barrio boy. A young and hung gay stud who's own pleasures comes from supplying his Latino lover's body a hungry tongue bath and lengthy cock sucking's thorough cleaning to sate his own sweat-loving fetish and tireless thirst for my big dirty Latino dick. And ... mouthful after mouthful of my juicy spurted cum."
"Please no," Nick begged, wildly tossing his head from side to side. The Latino thug's hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of his messy brown hair as the light blue candy was abruptly crammed down his throat. "I ... umph, you ... can't ummph ... get away with ... this. I'm an 11-year old kid! I'm not ... not really this gay homo 20-something-year-old hunk guy you, you want for ... no! Oh no!"
As Nick choked on the blue candy, his muscles tensed as though an electrical current zapped through them, and almost instantly, Nick swallowed the candy and felt--and saw--his previous muscles deflating and shrinking, leaving in their wake an entirely different and revised physique being formed into another athletic but more youthfully sculpted slender teenager's. Instead of a 20'ish-year-old body, it looked like he was obtaining the form of a 16 or 17-year-old. It was still older and more muscular than his original preteen physique, but as his flesh became a darker golden bronze color, every hair between his groin and neck disappeared, leaving Nick with a now hairless abdomen and far dirtier shinier glaze of a gruesomely sweaty Mexican Latino kid.
Strangely, the prior blonde spiky hairs of Nick's original form had instantly returned across his scalp. But it suddenly grew thicker and far more dense as its blonde coloring darkened to deep charcoal black spikes and was replaced by a long-overdue unwashed dirty spikiness that Nick felt was a lot more oily than his own hair ever felt. And it was obviously slicked up into those longer spikes from a now unpleasantly moist and sweaty warmer scalp that'd increased the far more plentiful slick oil its deeper greasy black depths contained.
Nick's entire body felt warmer, too. And as he glanced down the hairless bronze abdomen to his altered groin, staring at the previously enormous 8-inch erection, Nick shivered as a now slick fat blackish-colored mushroom head squirmed its tip down inside the shiny dark brown 10-inch foreskin sheath as every inch of flesh at his crotch filled up with dense shimmering wet filthy black pubic hairs.
"Ah, you reek something incredible," Ramon said, leaning forward and breathing in a raspy inhale from Nick's bushy black pubes. Ramon's nose compressed flat up against Nick's filthy pubic hair. "They're stinkier than mine, ese. Just the way you and me both enjoy 'em, ey, Barrio Boy? You smell 'em now, right, ese?"
As Ramon's head lifted, Nick couldn't help but smell the incredible musky stench in his pubes. He could also smell the ripe sour stink from his massive uncut and unwashed Latino boner and oily brown foreskin's slippery wet tube with its leftover flaky trapped contents. Nick wasn't certain how his brain knew the root cause of that sour odor, but his cock responded by growing stiffer and lifting itself up and off the soft wet blackness below and spilling a thick precum flood up from its hidden recessed vent, adding extra moisture inside his now rigidly flexed upright shaft's sleek bronzed foreskin tube.
Nick even smelled his own much heavier peppery dirty body odor, and another mustier-smelling potent tanginess leaking more greasy perspiration from the pores of his flesh that added to the stink secreted from his hairy armpits. And again, Nick's cock swelled from the sharp tangy ripe smells, inflating that dark monster penis while he watched Ramon's lips seal around it and roughly suck all 10-swollen-inches deep into his throat.
In just seconds, Nick's erect cock stiffened from the tongue-piercing's buffing slurps inside his sheath, and with Ramon's next stronger suck, Nick ejaculated with a helpless quake and shudder, filling Ramon's plunging mouth and slippery throat with hot squirting orgasm.
"Ab-so-fucking-lutely scrumptious," Ramon chortled, loudly gurgling and swallowing his mouthful. Nick's wet cock continued squirting out its thick oily cream when Ramon added, "I chose you for this pleasure perfectly, my spicy little Barrio boy. Ah, so now it's your turn to taste my own salty savoriness, Nick, but first, I'm considering a new name for you ... how does ... Pedro or Paco sound? No, you're more like a Santos or Miguel to me. Oh yeah, you definitely look more like a Miguel now, ese, considering those dark greasy knobs of your stiff nipples. And that oily-painted spiky black hair is a definite Miguel feature. Miguel Santos Gonzalez. That fits you good, Miguel, yes?"
"That ... well, yeah, ese," Nick replied, flinching from the warm spurted climaxing ropes spewing upwards and across his deeply sculpted hairless abdomen and chest. "That's been my name for 18-years now, ese, so did you wanna change it to ... wait a second. It ... my name was ... Nick before. Nicholas Long, or something. I-I thought it was Nicholas Long ... Longbridge! Yeah, my name was Nick Longbridge ... wasn't it? M-my parents were from the U.K., I thought. But, how can that be? I'm 100-percent Mexican, Ramon, aren't I?"
"Yes, you're one hot lookin' Mexican Latino heartthrob, Miguel," Ramon said, and inched upward, extending his arms to either side of his hunky young lover's shoulders. Ramon's hairy armpits glistened moistly with a now increasing bounty of saturating sparkling perspiration. "But if you want me calling you ... Nicholas ... or Nick instead of Miguel, Miguel, I can if you like. But didn't you want to taste my delicious beefy chest and hairy ... whoa, I guess you did ... Nick, Miguel ... whatever. Oh hell yeah, ese. Lap up all those teaming rivers right there first, ese. You know how horny that sweat gets you when you're licking it up off my dirty wet chest, Miguel. Oh yeah. I'm watching your stiff boner throbbing from my salty juices. You don't want to miss them tasty stripes pouring out of my left pit hairs now do ... damn you're a hungry one. It's not easy finding somebody who's into sweaty body licking and armpit fetish sucking, is there, Miguel? Oh ... but I see you're enjoying all that musky flavor and salted honey juices them pit hairs are dripping out of mine, aren't you, Miguel? Slow down ... slow it down a bit, ese, there's a bunch more ... Madre de Dios, Miguel! Sucking it out that quick is ... oh ... you're even into sniffing those manly odors in there just like me. Well, get busy then, ese. We'll enjoy two long nights of armpit cleanings, along with the full body hungry licking and sweaty hair sucking and licking fetishes I've got, just like your own sweat fetishes, Miguel. Keep it up just like that, Miguel, and I'll make sure your bladder is filled with my juices before I'll let you piss anything out of it. Oh, you even like that? You are one of the grungiest arousing gay teenage Barrio boy prostitute thugs I've ever let live with me, Miguel. But I have a good feeling about you. I think you're going to make me one horny Latino lover and slave Master for many romps longer than that last vict-lover I had brought here into this remote Island of Fun paradise lair. And, oh so many more adventures we'll share together, so many millenniums left to enjoy your own permanent gay sex fetishes and--"
"Breathe! Oh hell I, I can't ..." Nick's gasping inhales interrupted Ramon's sermon-like tirade. " ... I-I can't ... I can't stop this, Ramon! You taste and smell so hot ... oh-oh, ese it's like everything I'd ever imagined a real hot Latino guy's sweat could be! It's ... it's so pleasantly offensive and stimulating to me I'm going to spew out another ... oh ... it's so, so ... good I'm squirting more now I want ... I want you to fill my hole right ... right now, ese! I wanna feel your stiff spike slamming inside my guts soon as I start drinking up them salty juices from that other sweaty moist pit. Please ... please do me now, Ramon, before I finish slurping on those savory moist pit hairs and clean out your other hot sweat-filled armpit."
Struggling to raise Nick's firm slippery heated buttocks, finding his target with a quickly poked finger prod and suitable guide to locate it again, Ramon quickly jostled his hips and lower body forward. With a bending plunge, his 12-inch long throbbing spear slipped into that oily ring of black hair surrounding and lining his gay lover's tightly puckered sweaty sex tunnel, forcefully burying his PA deeply inside the still ejaculating 18-year-old new teenage hooker, an identical recreation of the Mexican Latino thug Miguel Gonzalez had been.
"Oh hell, yeah!" shouted Nick, groaning from the slightly accented voice he suddenly noticed he'd now spoken with. His ears hadn't detected any difference when he was crazily squirting his thick cum out earlier. "Did you ... oh, oh shit my ... balls just ... oh hells no, that's from my ... oh damn that hurted. What the, oh hell yeah, ese! That ... that was a pinching zap from my Prince Albert, like, ay Dios mio, Amigo! You and me got the same PA in our glans, ese. I jus' realized mine was still there! That's a relief. Sometimes it'll stay stuck so fucking deep inside my snake skin tube I forget you pierced mine a month before, ese."
"You're not going to ever miss seeing that 5 mm gauge in it now," Ramon stated, lifting his sticky chest and slime-splashed abdomen upwards to show Nick the sight of it. Ramon's dark brown hair swept down across Nick's face to let the hot teen thug get a deep sniff. "And look how enticing it makes that big wrinkly spout at the tip of that stiffened pole keep spreading all the way around that permanent boner you're now popping for horny gay sex, Miguel. You do enjoy getting posted by dicks, don't you? Yeah, you love doing it with a hot little teenage thug, too, I bet, pounding your snake up inside some young virgin sex tunnel when you're sucking honey from their armpit or lapping it off of their sweaty scalp and body. We're both into the same fetish slurping shit, now, ese. Can't never get enough Latino honey, Miguel, oh I know the same love, ese."
Ramon just loved dominating another live person; it was so much more fun than using a corpse to empty himself into all night long. It was so simple to force ideas and fetishes into a live functioning brain. Or in this new Latino lover's improved merged mind, reinforce and awaken those previous sleeping or unknown cravings and street smart Barrio boy's hustler affections into the other kid's own memories so that it would be impossible to ever separate their conjoined thoughts and intellect ever again.
Unless, of course, another candied confection would somehow warrant such a wasteful tragedy.
And for the next 48-hours of uninterrupted, juice-swapping intense sexual pandemonium and frenzied sex, Ramon experienced every inconceivable and outlandish homosexual fetish inside his young Latino lover's thoughts and mind. He also eliminated almost every previous preteen boy history of inexperience and innocence so that it would completely alter the youthful child's past to impose a new limitless future within the kid's mind so he couldn't forget or lose his new gay obsessions. Ramon's candy had converted this young lover's brain without wiping out its past existence or memory, increasing the earlier upgraded libido by adjusting each prior human moral and ethic with the knowledge and inclinations of the now merged 'soul' he previously removed out of the actual 18-year-old Mexican Latino thug's being. It's loving reminder, displayed and mounted on a plate as an inanimate disembodied penis trophy on his 'soul' collection shelf.
But that young prostitute thug was extremely hot-looking, prompting Ramon's candy choice given to Nick so he inherited every same feature, oily studliness, and potent tangy odor on this new teen lover's body. It also included the identical delayed 5 mm piercing about-to-be reunited and stimulating Nick's own blackish-bronze new 10-inch long permanently aroused and erect Mexican Latino uncut tattooed penis.
Ramon grew even more aroused and excited by the next piece of candy he retrieved from his full case.
This one was going to transform Nick, or actually Miguel now, from a previously youthful 11-year-old British boy that'd lost any likelihood to ever regain his own pure life back when he'd permanently merged and gained Miguel's 18-year-old body. Their merged lives were now one being, one human identity processing all thoughts and mannerisms within both minds and personalities.
From Nick's own boyish personality and easily influenced manipulatory openness about everything his youthful life and brain imagined, Miguel's own sensuous promiscuity and blatantly homosexual lust was readily accepted and fused within Nick's upgraded mind and the new life he'd surrendered his youth into.
Nick already learned to simply enjoy every new thought or action without any need or known reason to resist anything he--and Miguel's teenage libido--liked.
Miguel's life was now Nick's new life as well, and it was that fetish Ramon most diligently strove to create for every young visitor's life He invited to his Master's evil 'Island of Fun,' converting all children that'd arrived by their willing parents, guardians, or inept caretakers who simply ignored the children they gave up or wanted 'to just be gone' the instant they'd signed the Master's form to His summer camp for male youth.
Such a simple concept, Ramon cackled, shutting the candy packed pleather briefcase. All over the world he'd located the same type of disturbing immoral individuals. They'll pay with their own dark Hades-bound soul's in due course. The Master always got his payments from The Big Man Upstairs. It's what made Ramon, and many other 'men' of his breed to prosper across the globe, some 'existing' in the same type of Island sanctuary as Ramon's perfectly human-looking apartment environments and paradise island surroundings.
It was also why the adult male visitors to the Island of Fun arrived in a steady streaming supply of guests. They all knew what the island offered their breed. And almost all departed the island with a worthwhile new plaything or additional collection group they'd enslaved or claimed for their own Master's steamy lairs.
Studying the new candy he'd removed, Ramon's dripping cock thickened at the pleasure and experience the young teen Nick, aka Miguel, was about to experience when the candy confection he was about to consume would force another Island of Fun transformation on the fetish-craving gay Mexican Latino teenage thug, Nick, into a ...