Naked Merritt Sivertsen, just turned from a dog back into his slender young track star human body, stood up at the gate outside the unmarked blood red door at the end of the alley, wearing only a dog collar and a leash. From each side, a huge six foot six 280 pound guy was advancing on him, both wearing oddly skimpy leather outfits and black masks.
“Hey, back off,” Merritt demanded of the one closer to him. When the guy kept advancing, Merritt spun and delivered a side kick to the guy’s solar plexus knocking him back and doubling him over. But just as he finished, the other hug guy grabbed the loop of the leash connected to the collar still around Merritt’s neck and yanked down hard pulling Merritt forward and off balance into a deep bow right in front of the dominatrix at the red door.
The big woman in skimpy leather pulled hard on the hair on his head now as the huge guy holding the leash now switched to grabbing him in a bear hug lifting Merritt off the ground in a painful squeeze.
As Merritt struggled against the huge guy’s bear hug, the dominatrix reached forward and pulled some straps over his head then, with her palm, jammed a red ball the size of a racquetball into his mouth. She cinched something up behind him.
“It’s always the pretty ones who get last minute jitters, isn’t it?” she said to the huge guy. Both he and Merritt were grunting with the effort of their struggle but Merritt’s grunts and every word he tried to utter now came out as “Mmmmf” with the red ball gag strapped over him. Still, Merritt had almost squirmed free of the guy, with one leg and now one arm out when the other guy came charging back and grabbed Merritt’s legs. The dominatrix now helped the huge guy holding his upper body corral his free arm.
The one at his feet gave Merritt a jab in the balls.
“Mmmf!”
He groaned and went half limp.
“Alwayth the pretty onetth,” lisped the huge one at Merritt’s legs rubbing his hand over Merritt’s spectacular track star ass because he could.
The dominatrix swung open the red door and Merritt found himself carried inside. “Room 1!” she declared and the two huge guys took a turn to the right. The interior of the place was very dark. It took Merritt’s eyes a couple seconds to adjust. In just that time he was brought through a doorway into a darkened room and then stood up. Just as he was starting to recover his strength he felt metal under his feet and leather snapped around one ankle. A metal ring outside the leather snapped shut tight around his ankle.
-Click!-
Then the other. Ankle, -Click- and then -Click—Click- both his wrists over his head.
Starting to feel strong again, Merritt pulled against his restraints with all his recovered might but couldn’t budge them at all.
He started to appreciate the seriousness of his situation. The dominatrix circled around in front of him. She waved the two huge guys away and Merritt heard them leaving through a door behind him. A second later, he heard two women enter. He could tell by their high pitched tittering behind him. He’d have been reluctant to admit it but it pleased him quite a bit that they were impressed by him.
“Oh, he’s a pretty one!” said one.
“Like a perfect pair of grapes! Whispered the other.
Merritt felt something touching him back there tracing a figure 8 around his buns.
“There was one black guy at my college like this,” continued the whisperer. “Only one. Every girl noticed. Every single one, even the lesbos. Half the guys, too!”
“He is a pretty one,” said the dominatrix waving the two other women around in front where Merritt could see them. “You’ll seldom ply your trade on men this pretty. So many are, ugh flabby weak or hairy. But, you see that’s just the problem with David Silverstein, here,” she punctuated her words with a tap of a riding crop at his 8 pack abs. “He’s too pretty for his own good. David tries to fuck every man or woman who crosses his path.
Merritt shook his head emphatically and tried to tell them that he was not this David Silverstein guy.
“Mmmf mmmf mmmf mmmfmmmf!”
The dominatrix smirked. “Yes, you do David,” she continued and proceeded to touch a long wood paddle to him at his shoulders and pecs, as if checking his fitness. “Your fiancée Sylvia has given us details about how you constantly test your prettiness by trying to seduce every young woman or man who crosses your path. You’re so vain about your looks that you compulsively sort of flex them, David. Well, that release form that you and Sylvia signed was a little more broadly worded than you may have realized. You weren’t just going to ‘spice up’ your relationship. You see, Sylvia’s aunt is one of the owners. So, David, you’re going to get a heaping helping of negative reinforcement to make sure you stop trying to ram . . that,” she nodded down at his crotch, “into everyone.”
Merritt reproached himself for noticing at a time like this but he could not help but notice that the two new girls were both very cute, smaller and more slender than the lead dominatrix, in similar outfits but even more skimpy.
“My associates here,” said the lead dominatrix taking the long, narrow wooden paddle and now circling around back of him followed by the two younger women, “Are trainees. And they’re gonna looooove practicing on you,” she fairly purred and then whacked him across the ass with the paddle. It felt like a line of fire had been burnt across the velvety soft skin of his derriere. Merritt wanted to jump and reflexively tried to rub his rear but all his limbs were locked into place. He couldn’t do anything. He was completely helpless.
And now the trainees joined in from opposite sides of him.
Whack!Whack! . . Whack!Whack! . . Whack!Whack! . . Whack!Whack! . . Whack!Whack!
“Mmmmf!”
This hurt. This really hurt. Of all the places to turn back to human with a dog collar still on!
The trainees giggled with delight at beating his perfect ass.
The dominatrix circled back around to in front of him followed by one trainee flanking her to each side. “Well, David,” she began and Merritt shook his head. He tried to tell her that he wasn’t David, whoever that was but the ball gag clamped over his mouth left him grunting out a collection of sounds with the letters “M” and “F” but no others.
“Again, they seldom look like this,” cautioned the lead dominatrix. “And, even if they do, almost none of them have . . that,” she added as one of the trainees tapped lightly at his penis.
“I saw a black guy with one like this one time,” one trainee whispered as she prodded with the end of her paddle and made Merritt’s penis sway like a pendulum from side to side. “Well, from across a room. There were a bunch of people at a special hotel suite and they wanted you to believe you’d get to be with him but it was just as likely you ended up with some fat little accountant. I passed.”
“Go ahead, grab it, hold it, do whatever you want,” said the lead dominatrix. “He’s your possession in here. And he’s so restrained, he can’t resist at all.”
Merritt could not have denied that. First one trainee then the other grabbed his epic penis in her hand. He swelled but only slightly. But then the instructor picked something off a table at one side of the room. Merritt couldn’t quite make out what it was. Some . . rings? Some stainless steel rings? Tied together with an inch wide black strap with 15 or 20 little suction cups on it. What the . . ?
She approached and slid the rings over his penis careful to have the black strip with suction cups on one side of him. But they weren’t suction cups. She explained to the trainees that they were vibrating electrodes and after she slid the thing on him, she picked up another electronic control and pressed a button.
“Mmmmf?!” Merritt gasped. His eyes went wide. Despite this horrible situation, he was swelling.
He felt a series of very mild shocks, more vibrations than shocks, randomly up and down his penis. It was like a series of fingertips touching him and with each touch there was a little tingle. His involuntary response was to become completely erect, shiny purple mushroom top erect, hard enough to drive nails with it erect.
The two trainees guffawed.
“Im-pressed,” chuckled one as she wrapped a hand around the bottom of the shaft of Merritt’s massive penis. The other trainee wrapped her hand around the top half of his shaft below the shiny purple mushroom top.
“He’s gonna stay like that whether he likes it or not,” the lead dominatrix told the trainees.
Merritt gasped. Those two warm hands!
Okay, the electric thing didn’t have to shock him to make him erect now.
But it did shock him, whenever his erection started to flag in the slightest, he felt waves of electric charges stimulating him, against his will, and making him completely erect.
But while they mocked him with control of his penis, they reserved nothing but punishment for his track star, ballet dancer ass. All three moved behind him again.
“WHACK!WHACK1WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!” the lead dominatrix walloped him across the buns with a large paddle.
His ass felt like it was on fire. But then she had the trainees give him much more than she had. It followed that pattern. She would coach the trainees on how to strike him to have the most impact, to not just punish the skin but bruise the underlying muscle, too. And she had them practice with several different weapons including paddles, whips, crops, a mace and others. Then the two trainees, sometimes taking turns, sometimes at the same time, would wallop Merritt’s ass with whatever punishment tool they were using.
Merritt didn’t try to count how many blows he absorbed. It was certainly in the hundreds. 200? 300? More? He could only guess.
At first he maintained a stoic response. He was going to endure whatever they did to him and remain in control. He wasn’t going to be broken by a little pain at his ass, for God’s sake. That would be ridiculous. They whacked him across his calves a couple times and his 8 pack abs. But nearly all the blows were to his spectacular ass.
At first, the dominatrix and trainees only heard steady breathing through his ball gag. But, at some point, Merritt was overwhelmed. He didn’t think he could get that much pain from his rear end but it was all he could take and it just kept going and going.
And eventually it overwhelmed him and he surrendered to it. He admitted his defeat. He made whimpering sounds begging them to stop. They only laughed. Even with every word he tried to speak becoming “Mmmmf”, they could tell he was pleading with them, begging them to stop. They just laughed and continued punishing him.
And then they brought in some further conditioning.
“You think you’re so pretty that you should be able to fuck anyone you meet, don’t you David?”
Snapped one trainee.
Merritt shook his head emphatically and again asserted that he was not this David Silverstein. “Mmmmf mmmf mmmf mmmf!”
They just gave him a few more whack across the ass.
A minute later a trainee questioned him, “You wear a speedo to go swimming just to show yourself off, don’t you, David?”
Merritt sighed. He did wear a speedo to go swimming at the pool at the apartment complex. Alright, fine, it was true. He was showing himself off. He turned around as far as he could toward the trainee and gave a reluctant nod.
The two trainees giggled with delight and rained blows on his sometimes, but not now, speedo clad derriere. Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!Whack!
Merritt reproached himself. Why’d I do that? I knew they’d be emboldened.
One trainee was now rubbing the end of her paddle on one side of his rear. Even this light touch was very painful to him now.
“You’re so proud of your spectacular ass, I bet you entered yourself in a ‘Best Buns’ contest, didn’t you, David?”
Merritt groaned. Technically his college girlfriend had entered him. She was all excited that they go to a certain bar off campus on a certain night. Once there, two waitresses had circled around him giggling. His girlfriend admitted it. She’d entered him. He could have walked out. He could have stayed with her and just had a beer. Instead he smirked and went off to the back room with 4 other guys who all had to strip and put on orange speedos. Merritt won. He was proud.
He turned to the trainee and gave a resigned nod. I was in a best buns contest.
The trainees giggled anew and rained a new flurry of energized swats on his prize winning buns.
When they were winded, the trainees circled around front of him and played with the control. Merritt’s arms raised and then lowered then came together then spread apart. Another press of a button and Merritt’s legs spread apart leaving him in a full split. This was not particularly difficult for Merritt.
The same idea occurred to both trainees at once. “Were you a ballet boy, David? Did you revel in showing your pretty self off in tights?”
Merritt gasped. Not that too! Did they guess all his vanities? It was true that he took ballet because he loved dancing. He always had. In grade school he’d often be the only boy on the dance floor with girls till well into the chaperoned dance. And it was true that he’d taken ballet at ages 10 through 12 because his mother made him and his sister stick together and his sister wanted to dance. And in senior year in college it had been his girlfriend’s insistence that they take a ballet class together to satisfy phys. Ed requirements. And Merritt had stuck with ballet because he was terrific at it. He could do splits easily, could pirouette for practically as long as he wanted and leap so high and far that it amazed the instructors. This was all true.
But it was also true that Merritt had liked ballet because he was that rarest of boys, a little taller than average, handsome, slender and exceptionally athletic, lean but with an extra round derriere who, squeezed into a dance belt with tights hiked all the way up looked great. And he had enjoyed showing himself off to ballerinas, instructors, parents and anyone else who’d wandered by.
Merritt looked up at the trainees and gave a reluctant nod. They roared with laughter, worked the controls to stand him up straight and went at his spectacular, now reddened rear with a new fury. In between wincing and pleading, Merritt reproached himself for admitting it but the part of him that felt maybe he deserved some punishment for his vanities was greater.
At one point, Merritt had considered that being transformed into a dog again might allow his escape from this whooping and tried to call for it. “In Canis Corpore Transmuto!” He tried to say but only produced “Mmmf Mmmfmmmf Mmmmmmmf Mmmmmf!”
And when they finally took a break from walloping his buns it felt like the slightest jab from a pin might pop either side of his rear. But now they were in front of him and comparing dildos to his humiliatingly constant erection. He wasn’t sure what they were doing till he heard the lead dominatrix say, “It’s only right that he gets the same as he gives.”
Oh no, he thought. Oh no. Not that.
But it was true. They worked the controls so that he was bent over with his arms want lower and out front of him, making his reddened, swollen backside the highest point of him. Over his shoulder he saw all three women cinching strap ons about their hips with the dildos matching his own epic organ affixed in front.
His eyes went wide. Oh no.
The lead dominatrix grabbed him by the rear. His eyes watered at the slightest touch of his battered bens.
“Unnh!”
She grunted as she pushed. Merritt felt a push at his whole and only with another push . .
“Unnh!”
He felt his exit being strained and only with extreme difficulty, the giant dildo just barely entering him. As hard as she pushed and grunted, she could only get it just barely inside him and it took an effort to get it back out. Between his legs, Merritt saw one of the trainees help pull her back to withdraw the black rubber object and it was a huge relief to Merritt to feel it out of him.
But each of the trainees tried too. And, while he must have been stretched a little more by each successive attempt, they could still barely get their strap ons in him.
The lead dominatrix said she was puzzled because Sylvia said she’d set up a camera at their apartment and had caught David getting it from another pretty boy, too. “That shouldn’t play like a rookie starfish,” she said with a slap of the bottom of his buns right at his hole.
Merrit winced and, again tried to explain that he was not this David Silverstein guy but only produced another series of inarticulate sounds. “Mmmf mmmf mmmmf mmmmmmmmmf!”
For several seconds, he was unmolested and the relative comfort of this immediately started to worry him. Sure enough he heard whispers passing back and forth behind him and looking between his legs he saw that the trainees had taken off their strap ons but the dominatrix was doing something with hers that he could quite see through a forest of shapely legs.
And then one of the trainees was working the control that moved his arms and legs and he found his arms raised up again and himself standing straight up.
“We’ve got a comfy chair just for you, David,” the Dominatrix fairly purred.
Merritt shook his head frantically. Please, no! If there was anything he did not want to do at that moment, it was to put even a gram of his weight on his reddened, swollen, buns. But he heard them doing something behind him.
“Oh, you’re going to love this, David. You see we’ve now got ways to keep giving you what you deserve without unnecessarily burdening us.”
The dominatrix pressed a button and his feet slid back on the square metal platform till he felt something against the backs of his calves. She pressed another button and the overhead restraints moved backward and downward.
The effect was to force him to sit on a stainless steel chair that had been set up behind him.
“Mmmmf!” He protested, tears coming to his eyes as he sat roughly down on the metal surface. And then one of the huge leather clad guys was there and grabbing Merritt’s arm before the click of the restraint being let go. Merritt resisted for all he was worth but one of his slender arms was no match for the weight and strength of the huge guy. In short order his arm was strapped down to the arm of the chair and then his other arm in turn.
In short order they tightened one strap tight around his little waist then another at each thigh and one around each calf. Only then did they undo the restraints around his ankles.
Merritt glanced down. The room was half dark so it was hard to see but this weird chair had an opening right under him. The lead dominatrix smiled. “We’ve been dying to test this out on a guy and, well, here you are, David. The perfect test subject for some sexual machinery.”
Merritt protested again that he wasn’t this David Silverstein guy. “Mmmmf mmmf mmmf mmmf mmmf!”
They only snickered at him more. Now, the lead dominatrix pressed another button and a sort of mechanical whirring came from the chair under him and it rocked forward sort of almost raising him off the chair in the process. But then it rocked backward and with its momentum in that direction pushed him down into the chair as it did so. And when it did so . . .
“Mmmmf!!”
Merritt yelped as a huge dildo emerged from the hole in the middle of the seat and thrust deep into him with such force that it easily went in him to the base of its shaft no matter how tight Merritt’s hole had been.
It was withdrawn as the chair rocked forward but when the chair rocked back and he was pushed down into the seat again the huge dildo thrust deep into him again. His hole and insides that had impeded the strap ons of the dominatrix and trainees were no match for the mechanical power of the chair.
“Mmmmf!! Merritt squealed to no avail. In fact the three black clad women watching rather enjoyed his shocked expression and desperate, muffled squeals.
“Mmmmmf!”
“Mmmmmf!”
“Mmmmmf!”
“Mmmmmf!”
They watched the machine sodomize Merrittt for a couple minutes more and then grew bored and left the room. To Merritt’s horror, the machine just kept having its way with him, violating him anew every few seconds over and over with tremendous force and an organ as huge as his own..
Merritt tried to shift himself on the chair to avoid a thrust but couldn’t move nearly far enough. Every few seconds his weight came down as the chair lurched backward and his battered buns ached for a split second and then all he could feel was a giant dildo being rammed into him. At first it was painful how it stretched his hole and his insides but every few seconds he was violated again and after some time, five minutes? Ten? He couldn't tell, he had completely surrendered and, somehow, in the lack of resistance the pain was diminished. Now he was just waiting for this mechanical humiliation to end.
Suddenly, the dominatrix and trainees burst into the room and there was a guy too but he stayed in the shadows.
"Get him off there," said the guy and the dominatrix pressed the control and turned off the chair. But it stopped with him impaled upon the giant dildo from under the seat.
"Mmmmmf!"
The trainees were casually undoing the restraints tying his wrists and forearms to the arms of the chair.
"Mmmmmf!" Merritt pleaded with them nodding downward. The thing felt like it was stuck in him half way up to his throat.
Belatedly, one of them pressed one controller button quickly and then again. The chair lurched forward and Merritt sighed at the simulated organ being out of him. The two huge guys were there too now and they undid the restraints on his legs. They pulled an exhausted Merritt out of the chair. He wanted to kick all their asses right then and there but he was too exhausted.
The huge guys pulled him off to the darkened edge of the room and put him down gently on all fours. Merritt's first action was to yank off the damn rings and electrodes device that had kept him completely erect for more than an hour. He felt a blessed return to normalcy as his penis quickly became flaccid again.
From across the room he head the guy in the shadows berating the others. "You thought a guy with a foreskin like that was a 'David Silverstein'?! Seriously?"
Merritt tore off the dog collar and listened to some more recriminations and defenses and then suddenly felt the usual electromagnetic wave pass through him. He crawled into the darkness at the edge of the room, lamenting "Where was this an hour ago when I could have really used it?"
A long tail sprouted at the top of his buns. His pens slapped up against his lower abs and stuck. He lost mass and his body changed shape. He covered over with sandy brown fur and in just 10 seconds he was, again, Merritt the greyhound.
There was confusion in the S&M club room as they were now looking for their victim intending to apologize to him. Someone opened a door and Merritt rushed out on his four greyhound legs. He heard someone behind him asking where the fuck the dog had come from. He sprinted away thinking, again, if only this had happened an hour ago.