A bus pulls up, as Zeb is standing next to you. He kneels down and
whispers, "You wonder what happened to the old Varsity team?"
He points to the bus. You watch as your nearly naked team mates stream
off the bus. Each man has an odd chrome device with a brass padlock
hanging from their genitals. You recognize all of them, but they all
look so different. Each of their bare hairless chests is tattooed with
their former jersey number. Each has royal blue leather or rubber
collars and armbands. All of them are totally ripped. They all have
chrome nipple rings and matching chrome hoop earrings. A few have nose
rings. They immediately head over to the new Varsity players. Each
number slave matches the jersey number. Each slave - yes, that's what
they are now - provides food and drink and massages and whatever their
player wishes. The last man off the bus is a real shocker, it looks
exactly like you. It's chest is tattooed 23, but you noticed that
none of the new Varsity players has jersey 23. Your doppleganger
doesn't have his cock locked up in a chrome tube either, but his cock
has been circumcised, and pierced with a heavy gauge chromed ring. He
looks a bit taller and buffer than you used to look, the same as your
former teammates. You grunt and squeal in confusion.
"Zach, get your butt over here," Zeb calls scratching you behind the
ear. "You see I love your old body, but I wanted a total pussyboy
slave, and Zach really fits that bill. Zach, turn around and show him
your rosebud. Isn't it beautiful how stretched out it is? He's an
internet sensation - or maybe I should say you are because it is your
body, and it is your name that perform all these raunchy gay sex acts
for our subscribers. Oh, and I keep all the money, hahaha," laughs
Zeb.
"I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you when Beau finishes
with you. Originally, I thought I'd have two identical slave boys,
but you're going to be five times the right weight. So either I'll
have to split you into quintuplets, or have a sumo version of you or
Zach," he yawns and stretches, "Or I may turn you into something
inanimate. How would you like to be my new spandex body suit? No need
to answer now. I've still got time to decide what to do with you after
the State Fair."
You stare as you see yourself drop to your bare knees inside the sty.
Pig shit covers your thighs and shins. This cannot be happening. You
hear your voice begging to suck Master Zeb's cock. Then you watch
yourself unzip his fly with your tongue and teeth, and then you pull
down Zeb's jeans with your teeth, and then you....
No, it's not you, it's Zach. He just looks like you.