Bear frowned as he looked at his new leather studded jockstrap, and at
his red sore thighs.
"Boy, you chafed me. Turn back into a man so as I can punish you
properly," Bear ordered.
Ryan complied reforming on the floor in the fetal position. He was
sobbing, "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to chafe
you. I became exactly what you showed me in the catalog- oof!"
A boot connected with his solar plexus. All in all Ryan didn't get
beaten too badly. For Bear this was foreplay. He was particularly
horny because the bar hadn't gotten shut down early by the police for
selling to minors, and before Bear had gotten to score with anyone. He
tossed the 22 dollars in tips on the kitchen counter it was a tenth
his usual take.
He lit a cigar after blow loads down Ryan's throat and up his ass. He
lay on the bed with Ryan lying face down sobbing into the pillow.
"Boy, ya done got two good features," he said blowing a smoke ring.
He stopped sobbing and looked up, "I do, sir?"
"Yeah, your mouth and your ass. It's like they were made just for my
cock."
Ryan grinned. "I'm glad they please you, sir. Use them as you will,
sir."
"Oh, I have and will. You can count on it. But I was thinking you
might combine the two," he said inhaling deeply on the cigar.
"Uh, combine my mouth and ass?" Ryan asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, I was thinking that when you transform in about 10 minutes,
I'll have you take the form of a codpiece with a human face - your
face with working mouth, and the inside of the codpiece pouch will be
your ass. Your ass will be the back of your head. Sort of compressed
together. So when I wear you, I'll shove my king-sized cock through
your rosebud and into your mouth, and your tongue can keep me happy
all day. I found an illustration in the Renaissance Painting book
over on the kitchen table. The one I like with a bronze warrior's
face on the codpiece is on the page marked with a flyer I picked up
today. It's a bit garish, but I don't care I'm going to a themed
masquerade weekend, and you're my costume can you become the
codpiece's attached hose, doublet and blouse?"
"I guess, sir. I'll become whatever you wish," Ryan gushed. He
stayed lying on the bed because his master had not yet given him leave
to go.
The bear slapped Ryan's ass, and said, "Go look at the picture, and
get ready to transform. I want this to be a custom fit job, so you're
going to transform into my costume after I shove my cock inside you.
Now git!"
Ryan scooted over to the kitchen table rubbing his left butt cheek. It
bore a red imprint of his master's hand. He opened the book to the
marked page. He blinked and stared as he saw that folded flyer used
to mark the page was in fact a Missing Person's Poster. The photo he
recognized as his own face. He gingerly unfolded the flyer. He soon
saw that the top and bottom of the flyer had been turn off so only the
word's "MISSING" and his photo remained. He stared at the flyer, then
at his master, and then at the book. He concentrated on the image in
the book. He would become the best codpiece, most comfortable one
that he could. He wouldn't chafe this time.
"Oh, and make sure that your lips can open to let my cock out if I
want to piss or fuck someone!" he shouted from the bed, "Now get over
here, and grab your ankles."
Ryan's butt was in the air facing the bed. His hands gripped his
ankles and he concentrated on the painting of the man wearing the
codpiece. He felt the soft warm sticky spongy cock head of his master
wedge between his butt cheeks. Two hands gripped his shoulders, and he
was pulled and impaled on the master's cock.
He closed his eyes and grit his teeth and concentrated on becoming his
master's desire.