Chapter 6: Total Conversion
The city lay sprawled below the windows like a circuit board glittering in the late afternoon sun. Ethan stood in the center of the suite, the plush carpet under his bare feet, feeling dangerously small. The opulence was a weapon here, a frame for what was about to happen. Vance moved behind him, his hands resting on Ethan’s shoulders. The touch was proprietorial.
“You asked for training,” Vance said, his voice echoing softly in the spacious room. “You wanted to learn how to be better. This is where we begin.”
He guided Ethan towards the massive bed. On the silk duvet lay a collection of items that made Ethan’s breath hitch: supple leather cuffs connected by chains to the bedposts, a large black gag with a silicone dildo attachment, a sleek remote-control vibrator, and a familiar steel plug, polished beside a larger, thicker one.
“On your back. Arms and legs spread.” Vance’s tone left no room for hesitation.
Ethan complied, the cool sheets a shock against his skin. Vance secured each cuff with deliberate, almost clinical care. The leather was padded but unyielding. When the last buckle clicked shut, Ethan was spread-eagle, utterly exposed, his heart hammering against his ribs. The chain links gleamed in the sunlight.
Vance picked up the gag. “Lesson one: your mouth is as much a hole as the other one. It needs to learn obedience.” He pressed the silicone against Ethan’s lips. “Open.”
The taste was sterile, faintly of cherries. The girth was intimidating. It pushed past his teeth, over his tongue, filling his mouth and pressing down his throat. He gagged instantly, tears springing to his eyes. Vance tightened the straps behind his head, securing it firmly. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, his blue eyes cool and assessing. “You’ll get used to it.”
Next, the professor picked up the larger steel plug, holding it so Ethan could see its daunting circumference. He coated it generously with lube that shone in the light. “We’re going to stretch you properly today. This is your new normal.” The cold tip pressed against Ethan’s already-loosened hole. Vance didn’t ease it in; he used steady, inexorable pressure. The burn was immediate and intense, a deep, radiating ache as the thickest part stretched him wider than ever before. Ethan screamed around the gag, a muffled, desperate sound. His body arched against the restraints, but there was no escaping the slow, consuming invasion. Finally, it popped into place, a heavy, solid presence that felt less like an object and more like a permanent alteration.
Vance attached the remote vibrator to the plug’s base. He then walked to a sleek entertainment console and picked up a tablet. A few taps, and the massive screen on the wall flickered to life. Sound erupted, deafening in the quiet suite. Hardcore porn, two men, one bent over a pool table, taking a brutal pounding. The volume was cranked so high the moans and slaps of flesh vibrated in Ethan’s bones.
“Watch,” Vance commanded, his voice cutting through the audio barrage. He stood by the bed, unbuckling his pants. “Watch how a real slut takes it. Listen to the sounds he makes.”
Ethan tried to look away, but his eyes were dragged back to the screen. The images were graphic, obscenely detailed. The man on screen was weeping, his face a mess of pleasure and ruin, begging for more. The sounds of wet, rhythmic fucking filled the suite. Vance freed his erection, already fully hard. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes on the screen, then on Ethan’s bound form.
“This is what you are becoming,” Vance said, raising his voice over the porn. “A noisy, used-up hole. A set of needs.” He moved to the head of the bed. He didn’t remove the gag. He simply guided his cock alongside the silicone, pressing it into the space between the fake shaft and Ethan’s cheek. He fucked that shallow space, his hips thrusting, the head of his cock hitting Ethan’s teeth. “Suck it,” he growled. “Suck whatever part of me you can get.”
Ethan tried. He strained his neck, his jaw aching around the gag, his tongue desperately trying to lick and please the invading flesh. Spit dripped down his chin. The porn screamed from the walls. The vibrator on the plug was still off, a silent threat. Vance fucked his face like this for minutes, his thrusts rough, his breathing steady. He was using Ethan’s mouth as a crude toy, and the humiliation was a live wire.
Finally, Vance stepped back. He picked up the remote. “Now, you’re going to ask for it. You’re going to beg me to fuck you, even though you’re stuffed full and chained down. Nod if you understand.”
Ethan nodded, a frantic jerk of his head.
Vance tapped the remote. A low, powerful buzz ignited deep inside Ethan’s core. It wasn’t a gentle hum; it was a relentless, penetrating vibration that radiated from his prostate outwards, lighting up every nerve. A shocked, guttural moan burst around the gag. His back arched off the bed.
“You want it to stop?” Vance asked, his voice calm. He increased the intensity.
Ethan thrashed. The sensation was too much, an electric torment that was also, horrifyingly, pleasure. It peeled away his control, layer by layer. He nodded wildly, then shook his head, confused, drool soaking his chin.
“Use your words,” Vance said. He leaned over and unclipped the gag. It fell away, and Ethan gasped, drawing in ragged breaths. The vibrator buzzed on, ruthless.
“Please,” Ethan choked out.
“Please, what?”
“Please… make it stop!”
Vance tilted his head. “Wrong answer.” He turned the vibrator to its highest setting.
The noise Ethan made was pure animal distress. His cock, untouched, was iron-hard and leaking steadily onto his stomach. “Please, Daddy! Please, fuck me! Please, I need it, I need your cock, just fuck me, make it stop by fucking me, please!” The words tumbled out in a screamed, sobbing plea.
Vance smiled. It was a smile of profound satisfaction. He turned the vibrator off. The sudden silence was almost as shocking as the noise had been, leaving only Ethan’s ragged weeping and the distant porn still playing. Vance freed himself again, slick with his own precum and Ethan’s saliva. He positioned himself between Ethan’s spread legs, his hands gripping the boy’s thighs, pushing them back towards his chest.
“Look at you,” Vance murmured, pushing the thick head of his cock against the plug-stretched entrance. “My perfect student. My eager, broken-in fucktoy.” He didn’t remove the plug. He pressed his cock against it, using it as a tool to stretch Ethan even further, before pulling it out swiftly and replacing it with his own flesh in one continuous, devastating motion.
Ethan’s scream echoed off the glass windows. The fullness was beyond anything he’d known. Vance didn’t pause. He set a brutal, deep rhythm, each thrust jolting the chains, the bedframe groaning in protest. He leaned down, his face inches from Ethan’s.
“This is your lesson. This feeling. This is your purpose. You come from this. You don’t need your hand. You need to be owned. You need to be fucked so deep you forget your own name.”
He hammered into him, his rhythm punishing, exact. The earlier vibration had sensitized Ethan’s prostate to an almost painful degree. Every drive of Vance’s cock brushed against it, a lightning strike of sensation that built and built with no outlet. Ethan babbled, a stream of filthy, grateful praise. “Yes, Daddy, owns me, your hole, your perfect hole, fuck me, ruin me, please…”
He felt it gathering, a tidal wave with no touch, a pressure building from the inside out. His vision spotted. “Daddy, I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Come,” Vance commanded, his own thrusts becoming erratic, his control fraying. “Come like the little bitch you are. Spill it.”
The orgasm tore through Ethan with violent, unworldly force. It wasn’t a release; it was an eruption. Thick ropes of cum shot from his untouched cock, splattering across his chest and stomach, pulsing out in time with the deep, grinding thrusts of Vance’s cock inside him. He screamed, his body seizing in the restraints, every muscle taut as the pleasure, sharp and devastating, consumed him.
Vance followed him over, driving in one final time and holding deep as he emptied himself with a ragged groan. Ethan felt the hot flood, another claim, mixing with the last.
For long minutes, the only sounds were their breathing and the porn still playing on the wall. Vance slowly pulled out. He unfastened the cuffs with gentle hands, massaging the red marks on Ethan’s wrists and ankles. He cleaned him with a warm cloth, his touch now tender, almost reverent.
Ethan lay boneless, shattered. The city lights began to wink on in the gathering dusk. Vance lay down beside him, pulling him close.
“You did it, princess,” he whispered into Ethan’s hair. “Your first real one. Hands-free. You’re a natural.” He kissed his temple. “My perfect fucktoy.”
Ethan didn’t speak. He nuzzled into Vance’s chest, the words settling into the marrow of his bones. They weren’t an insult. They were a title. He had earned it. He closed his eyes, the phantom buzz of the vibrator still singing in his nerves, and knew, with absolute certainty, that he would do anything to hear those words again.