I closed the door, knowing that my life was now going to change forever. I was giving myself to this man, who had promised to modify my body in the most extreme ways. Despite my fears, my cock was straining to get out of my jeans.

Once I was kneeling, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward.

“Look at me, boy. Look into the eyes of your new master. Are you ready to submit? Are you prepared to lose all control over your body? Over your life?”

“Y-yes, sir!” I said.

“Good,” he said, releasing his grip on my hair. “Now take off your clothes and throw them into this trash bin. You’ll never be wearing any clothes again, boy.”

Seconds later, I was standing naked, my hands clasped behind my back. My master examined my body carefully.

“Nice balls,” he grunted, grabbing my sack roughly. “These will have to go, of course. And so will this cock. I’ll leave just an inch for you to piss out of.”

He ordered me to bend over and grab my ankles. I felt his finger poking my anus.

“This hole needs a lot of stretching before it’s the right size. It’s gonna be taking my cock and my fist, and some really big dildos too.”

He continued his inspection, tweaking my nipples, then looking into my mouth.

“I think you’ll do, boy. Are you prepared to be my hole? To live for my pleasure only?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good,” he smiled. “Follow me into the bathroom now.”

Once we got into the bathroom, my Master pulled off his leather pants and sat on the toilet. I could hear his turds plopping into the water. I was down on my knees in front of him as he emptied his bowels.

Finished, he turned around and bent over slightly, pulling apart his cheeks and exposing his shitty asshole to my face.

“Clean it up, boy. Lick me nice and clean.”

I pushed my face into his crack, breathing in the stench. My tongue reached out and touched his anus, tasting the bitter brown remains of his bowel movement.

I started licking. “That’s it boy. I want you to get my hole squeaky clean.”

My tongue scoured his anus, gradually probing deeper. His hole loosened, allowing the tip of my tongue to enter him ever so slightly.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Put that tongue of yours inside me. Push it in, boy!"

Master Chris's large balls were resting on my chin as my tongue snaked its way inside his rectum. The smell of sweat and shit started to turn me on in a big way.

"Okay, that's enough," he said, turning around. "Now it's time to wash your mouth out."

Master Chris took his semi-hard cock and put it against my lips. When I opened my mouth wide, a stream of piss shot into my throat, gagging me.

"You'll drink it all down boy!" he said, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and yanking it. I opened my mouth again and Master pissed into it. This time I was able to swallow the acrid fluid without difficulty.

The rest of the evening was just as abusive. Master Chris handcuffed me behind my back, pushed me face-down on his bed, and started working my ass.

I could feel a slippery finger invade my anus, lubing me up. Then came a second finger, and a third. When I grunted in pain, he slapped my cheeks hard.

"You think that's too much for your ass to take? We're just getting started, boy!"

Soon, Master had four fingers inside me. I felt like my ass would rip wide open, but Master kept going, putting more lube on his fingers and massaging my hole until it loosened up some more.

"Okay, boy, get ready for my fist!"

I cried out as he folded his thumb into the rest of his fingers and slowly pushed into me. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more, his hand slid into me. My hole was now tight around his wrist.

"Oh yeah! How do you like being fisted, boy? You better get used to it!"

The pressure in my rectum was unbelievable. I could feel Master Chris slowly turn his hand around inside me and begin to push further.

"That's good....oh you're a natural, boy! Your hole is just meant for this."

I felt light-headed as Master Chris snaked his arm into me. "I'm almost up to my elbow," he laughed.

Finally, after several minutes, he slowly pulled out. When his hand slipped from my anus, I suddenly felt empty inside.

Master Chris washed up, then returned holding a hypodermic needle. "On your stomach, boy. It's time for you to take a nap."

He plunged the needle into my butt, and I could feel a burning sensation spreading out. As I drifted off, I heard him chuckling.

When I began to awaken, I felt like my body had been assaulted. The worst pain was in my arms and legs. As soon as my vision cleared, I saw why.

Both my legs had been amputated just above the knees, and my arms had been severed just above the elbows. White bandages covered both stumps.

"I see you're awake," Master Chris said, grinning. "How do you like your new appearance?

"This is the first step of your transformation," said, kissing my lips tenderly.

(To be continued)