Tyrone, my Master

A boring bigot gets his comeupance, by giving other the chance to cum up

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If I had not said that I would help out by working I different shift things would have been very different. I would not have met Tyrone N’gomo, what else would be different I wonder? Well I did change shifts for the week, that fateful week, and something did happen.
First let me introduce and describe myself as I was at the beginning of the story.
I am, or was 19 years old, six foot one inch tall, with medium length light brown hair, not collar length, and I have been a body builder since school. I had won most of the trophies in the Junior section and was preparing for the Senior Class Regional Championships. I don’t have a problem finding girls, in fact I feel that sometimes I’m too popular. I was told that I was Classically hanfsome and the ‘ladies@ neber complained about my performance.
Normally it was my practise when working my 9.30pm - 6am shift at the print shop, to go to the Gym straight from work, Joe, the manager opens up at 6.30 and I get about an hours intensive training before the Gym starts to get busy. But because of the change of shift I arrived there at 2.30 in the afternoon.
I saw Tyrone straight away, you couldn’t miss him, loud, black and standing in the corner smoking. I don’t smoke and I don’t appreciate people polluting my environment. He came up to me right away to introduce himself and I discovered, to check if I was gay. I’m not.
After an hour or so on the equipment I jog home and work out at my flat. As I was leaving Tyrone asked me out for a drink, I told him that I didn’t and left.
The next day Tyrone was waiting for me when I arrived. He tried to catch my eye all the time I was training and as I made to leave he came over the chat me up. It had been a bad day and I told him that the three things I disliked most were smokers, gays and blacks. He turned and left me standing.
Wednesday, I arrived and went to Tyrone to apologise, he listened to me, saying nothing, just looking at me with his large black eyes, staring into my soul, I stuttered to a halt, feeling faint. Later before I left I tried to speak to him again and again I started to feel faint. On the way home I went into a tobacconist and bought myself 20 cigarettes.
On Thursday afternoon, when I arrived Tyrone came over an offered me a cigarette for which I was grateful as I had finished my last on the way to the Gym. I completed my work-out and Tyrone and I went for a drink. We must have been in the bar for a long time because it was dark when we left but I can only remember being there a short while. We went to his place for another drink and it must have effected me because I had to rush to work from his house in the morning. 
Tyrone picked me up from work on Friday and we went straight back to his house stopping only to get cigarettes, for some reason I seem to be smoking very heavily (60 plain cigarettes a day), Tyrone smokes about 120 a day and on him it looks good, he say that it suits me as well. As soon as we arrived at his place Tyrone told me to get undressed, which I did, he got his cock out and told me to suck it. Happily I knelt in front of him and took the full 12 inches of black cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked it for ages and then mouth fucked him until he shot his load down my throat, it was the most satisfying experience of my life. Almost immediately Tyrone rolled me over onto my stomach and thrust his manhood up my back passage, the pain mingled with pleasure was almost unendurable and when he started the rhythmic fucking of my arse I thought I would die of pleasure. Later that evening after much more of the same Tyrone told me that he had invited some friends around for a party and that I would be the Guest of Honour and the main attraction.
They started to arrive at about nine o’clock, and I discovered that they would all have a part to play in my forthcoming transformation. Tyrone told me that I was a boring bigot, and that he intended to change all that and that my smoking and sexual realignment was only the start before the night was out he promised me that I would become a male nymphomaniac, if that meant that he would fuck me more, I was more than happy. I found out later from some of the guests at the party. all of whom fucked my many times, that that was only the beginning.
Leroy was a doctor specialising in breast augmentation it would be his task to give me breasts and negroid lips, Tony, a hairdresser, would see to my hair and Wayne, an art director to my make up, all this had started to seem perfectly normal and I found myself discussing the forthcoming transformation quite clinically with these ’specialists’.
The party certainly went off with a swing, and I was very popular with everyone I lost count of the times I was fucked, I only know that it wasn’t enough, but Tyrone made up for that when the party finished., late on Sunday night, when he let me dress up in a tight leather mini skirt, suspender belt, stocking and high-heeled boots, it seemed to me that this was what nature had intended all along, wearing these clothes was the icing on the cake.
Monday and the day of my appointment with Leroy, I was looking forward to this. as I wanted boobs so that I could wear the bra that Tyrone had showed me last night. First my lips were improved to give me a negroid look, Tyrone said it would improve the head I gave. When they were completed Tyrone said that my nose didn’t look right so Leroy broke it and reset it and he will broaden it when it is healed. Next the boobs, this will apparently have to take several sessions to allow each implant to settle, but at the end I should need at least double D cups. Tony next and he has dyed my hair peroxide blonde and will keep it that way once a week so there will be no roots showing. Make-up next with Wayne, what a transformation, he has hidden the bruising around my nose and has given me a completely new face and instructions in had to achieve it myself.
On the Tuesday, Tyrone told me that the best was to come that day, he was taking me for surgery, he had arranged for me to have my cock removed, but he was allowing me to retain my balls, as this will keep me randy, though he would have the sac stretched so that it would hang down between my legs to my knees. I don’t remember much of the surgery or the following day, but when I next came to I had this dinky little dick, it’s just the tip really and it is really very smart. I can’t wank at all but I don’t need extra relief because Tyrone finds people to fuck me all the time, so much so that he sometimes has to go without. Though of course I would never refuse him. My tits were eventually finished and they ended up double E, my lips and nose were re done several times to make me look more and more negroid, then came the piercing. My ears have 20mm flesh tunnels in the lobes with 18mm wide rings of 40mm inside diameter, I have 25 2.4mm rings around the outer rim of each ear and a fantastic 15mm spike through my septum (Tyrone says it makes me look even more negroid) but it does make it difficult to shave my upper lip. Through each of my nipples I have the same size ring as I have through my lobe flesh tunnels and I have a Prince Albert of the same size. My scrotum is still being enlarged at the moment it will only take two and a half litres of saline, but Tyrone hopes to double that, and when that is finished I am to get rings all over and balls clamps to continue the stretching. My tattoos are almost complete, Tyrone says I can’t have my face tattooed because it will detract from the piercings and the make-up but he will consider having the eyeliner and lipstick tattooed so it always looks perfect, Wayne will supervise that.

This took place about eighteen months ago, and now I am complete, I have long blonde bunches, and wear crop tops and mini skirts, short white sock and high heeled sandals, my Master Tyrone says I look like a male Spice Girl, except Baby Spice doesn’t had a scrotum dragging on the ground as she walks. My Master Tyrone as he prefers me to call him has me advertised as a “Grotesque effeminate he-male who needs screwing”, in his catalogue, I think that about sums it up.