Dedicated

 

Brayden posed for his company photo, the young, arrogant finance bro eager to get his photo up on the wall. It had been easy for Brayden to get a job straight from college with his uncle knowing the boss and the head of recruiting being from the same fraternity. He was quickly given a respected position, a small team to manage and a six figure starting salary. However, Brayden wasn’t content with his generous salary as his spending habits, numerous parties and lavish lifestyle demanded more cash. After only a year his greed and entitlement got the better of him, he wanted more and he felt like he deserved more. Brayden found it relatively easy to gain access to the funds he desired and even easier to divert it to his pocket. It started off small with made up company expenses and as Brayden got away with taking more money he soon had two made up employee salaries that were going straight to his bank account. Brayden never really saw it as embezzlement but rather getting what he was owed and what he needed to satisfy his many girlfriends, fund his many vacations and maintain his penthouse property. Brayden was having the time of his life, fucking a different girl every night, partying with his best bro’s every weekend and living in pure luxury. Brayden felt on top of the world, that was until today when he had sauntered into his office and found a letter addressed to him on his desk. 

Brayden was at first surprised to see a hand written letter, any one he worked with would have just sent an email so perhaps it was a love letter from one of his bitches he fucked on the regular. Taking the letter, slumping in his chair and kicking his feet up onto his desk, the finance bro had a smarmy grin on his face as he ripped off the top of the envelope. However, Brayden’s grin quickly faded and his sat up panicked as he read the words closely.


Brayden


It has come to my attention that for several months you have been stealing from the company. I am aware of your fictitious employees, your contrived expenses and how you have begun to siphon money from the pension funds. It seems you have embezzled a vast amount of money and as a result you could go to prison for at least 20 years. Not to mention the disgrace and humiliation it would cause for your family, friends and yourself to have the police arrest and haul you out of your office in front of everyone. Rest assured that I have all the evidence I need, as well as several copies that would make your sentencing trivial.


However, I am going to give you a choice…


Brayden’s hands were sweating and soaking the paper in his hands, his world spiralling out of control. He had been so arrogant to think that no one would notice what he was doing but it appeared this anonymous fiend knew about everything! Panicking Brayden turned the paper over quickly and continued to read.


To avoid prison and wasting the best years of your life behind bars, I propose a deal. I will allow you to keep your job (although you won’t be stealing from the company anymore) and continue your life outside of prison but in return you will do exactly as I instruct. No matter the command or instruction you will do it without fail.


If you wish to accept my rather gracious offer then you will find a device in the bottom draw of your desk. It is an epilator, an appliance used to remove body hair. I would like you to use it to remove all the hair on your body from the neck down, not a single strand left. You will then send photos of your naked hairless body to the phone number below. I will expect 20 pictures by midnight tonight. If I do not receive them then I assume you have chosen to reject my deal and you should expect the police to be waiting for you in your office tomorrow morning.


Brayden's breathing was rapid and sweat started to drip from his brow as he read the words. Brayden quickly pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk and froze as he saw the pink epilator that was promised in the letter. Brayden stared at it for a long time before looking back at the letter which had a mobile number but also something else at the bottom of the page.


In case you think I am bluffing about this entire thing I’ll leave you with the account number from the Cayman islands which I do believe is where you are diverting most of the stolen money. I am looking forward to working with you.


Yours

Master


Brayden thought his heart was about to burst through his chest as he recognised the number and knew he was truely fucked. Brayden quickly got up from his desk, closed his blinds and locked his doors before returning to desk to stare at the letter and epilator. Brayden’s sheer arrogance meant he never thought he would actually get caught so the prospect of prison and public court cases terrified him, he couldn’t go to jail, he couldn’t lose his life and luxury! But could he be blackmailed, sending naked pictures, shaving himself… it seemed paltry compared to being locked away for decades, but what would come next? What’s to say that he could shave and take the pictures and still be arrested the next day? Who was this Master? Did that mean it had to be a man? Could it be his boss or could it be someone else in his team? Brayden began pacing and for the rest of the work day he remained locked away considering his options and trying to figure out the identity of the mysterious Master. Even driving home Brayden kept looking at the passenger seat where the epilator and the letter sat, mocking him.


Brayden couldn’t eat or rest when he got to his penthouse, instead with a large glass of whiskey he found himself pacing again. It was getting close to 11pm when Brayden screamed to himself and tore off his clothes before heading to the bathroom. Standing naked and holding the humiliating pink device, Brayden hesitated before deciding that if he wanted any hope of staying out of jail he needed to do what ‘Master’ had ordered. Turning on the machine Brayden yelped as he used it on his arms as they tore the hair from his body, the pain and discomfort only got worse as he removed the hair from under his arms, his legs, his ass and his pubes. With tears in his eyes Brayden felt the hairs pluck from his balls and cock, usually Brayden might have admired how his lack of pubes made his big cock look even bigger but the emasculating act of stripping all of his body hair and what ‘Master’ had made him do just made him shiver. Like a wounded animal Brayden limped over to his mirror and looked at his naked body, he felt and looked pathetic.

Brayden then looked at the clock and saw the time 11.48pm, he had spent so long removing all of his hair! Quickly Brayden took photos of his naked body making sure to show that every single inch of him was devoid of all body hair. Brayden felt so dirty sending pictures of his pale red ass and naked cock and balls to the stranger but it would be better than people seeing them in the prison showers. With only moments to spare Brayden sent the pictures to the number he was given for Master at 11.57pm. Brayden then waited, he expected a response, a confirmation of the deal but he received nothing back. Brayden waited for hours next to his phone, sweating, unable to sleep but he received nothing.


The next morning Brayden sat in his car, unsure of whether he should just drive away or enter the office. He watched his colleagues walk past laughing and chatting like any normal day but for Brayden he itched at his hairless body and sweat soaked his forehead as the anxiety of what was to come drove him insane. Eventually Brayden could not take it any longer, with a deep breath and his head held high he marched into his building and to his office. Brayden expected police to be waiting for him but instead all that awaited him was another letter left on his desk. Brayden quickly drew the blinds and locked the door as he scrambled for the letter, his eyes darting to the first word.


Good choice Brayden. You were cutting it fine but the pictures and hair removal were adequate. You will continue to remove all your body hair daily for the foreseeable future if you wish for me to honour our deal. You will also continue to send a naked picture of yourself every night before midnight. Now for your next instruction…


Brayden gulped as he continued to read, it appeared he would not be getting arrested today. This gave him time, time to figure out who was blackmailing him and time to figure a way out of all this mess. If it meant he had to humiliate himself - he would, as long as it meant he didn’t end up in jail for the next two decades. Brayden relaxed slightly as he read the rest of the letter.


In your bottom drawer you will find a gym membership, a meal prep subscription and a detailed workout plan. You will follow the instructions exactly and attend the gym twice everyday - morning and evening sessions. You will not shower after your workouts. You will eat what I say, you exercise as I say and you will do as I say.


Do not expect frequent letters from me, you will receive them only when I need something from you. I will be watching you and your progress with great interest. Do not disappoint me, the police are just one phone call away.


Yours

Master



Brayden was confused at first as he flipped the letter to see if there was anything else he needed to do but it was blank. Opening up his bottom drawer Brayden picked out everything that was detailed in the letter and recognised the gym that was not far from his penthouse. Brayden stared idly for a while trying to work out what the blackmailer’s game was. Removing his body hair was one thing but exercising that hardly seemed humiliating or a punishment. Reading through the paper work and exercise plans they seemed intense but not tortuous. If he was just to eat well, get fit, shave and stink a little then Brayden could do that! In the meantime he could figure out who was sending the letters, figure out how to remove the evidence of his crimes and perhaps escape the fate of jail and blackmail. For the first time in 24 hours Brayden smiled, maybe just maybe he could find a way out of the mess he had made.



4 months later…


For four long months Brayden didn’t receive any further instructions from his ‘Master’, instead he followed the demands to the letter and no police ever appeared at his office. Brayden had tried to figure out who was sending the letters but it was almost impossible to investigate people without looking weird or without compromising his criminal actions. After the initial month Brayden found himself settling into more of a routine as the workouts, food and pictures became habit and his search for his blackmailer took a back seat. Instead Brayden made sure to keep doing what he was told so he could remain a free man, he removed any body hair that grew back, he went to the gym twice a day, he followed the fitness guide and ate the food that was prepared for him. Then every evening he would send a naked photo, sometimes at home, sometimes after his evening gym session. Besides the fact that he would reek most of the day from his morning workout and people had definitely noticed, he was actually healthier than ever. Brayden found he could put on muscle easily with the plan he was following; he soon had a pretty hot jock body. 

So hot in fact that he was getting even more attention from the women at the gym, some were put off by his unshowered scent but others seemed to enjoy his musk. Like a primal animalistic smell that seemed to drive the ladies wild. Brayden found himself becoming even more arrogant now he had a body that was desirable to men and women, he was currently texting one of his gym hook ups when he walked into his office and froze when he saw another letter waiting on his desk. Brayden quickly shut the door and sat staring at the letter, he had forgotten the anxiety and fear these letters caused. 4 months of getting fitter and hotter, with more sex than ever before had made him almost forget why he was doing it in the first place. Slowly Brayden peeled open the envelope and began to read.

Your body is coming along nicely Brayden, I want you to add an extra daily workout in your lunch break and this time pay more attention to your chest and glutes. I am enjoying the nightly pictures, but it has come to my attention that I am not the only one who is getting to enjoy the fruits of your labour.


In your bottom drawer you will find an updated workout plan and another gift. I want you to wear this new gift and for it to be displayed in your photo tonight. If you are not wearing it by then, you should expect justice to be quick and merciless. To remind you how serious I am and how dire your situation would be if I were to alert the authorities, I have enclosed a photo.


I will look forward to your picture.

Your

Master


Brayden slowly slid the photograph out from behind the letter and clenched his fists hard at what it was. Around 8 months ago Brayden had held a little late night party in his office, with a number of girls and a lot of drugs all of it paid for by the company. There is we was fucking some whore over his desk with drugs lined up neatly along the side, he looked so drunk and happy, a fool who thought he was invincible. It was clear now that his ‘Master’ had been spaying and investigating him much more closely than he had thought. There must be hidden cameras and bugs all over his office! This meant that ‘Master’ had more dirt on him than he previously thought, he could add drug possession and soliciting sex to his list of crimes and god knows what else. Brayden tucked the photograph into his suit pocket and then hurriedly pulled open his bottom drawer. Brayden had expected an item of clothing, perhaps something lewd or humiliating like women's panties or maybe even something on the nose like a t-shirt with ‘embezzler’ across the front but Brayden had been wrong. Picking it up curiously, Brayden picked up the small, black, plastic object. It was unlocked and had a mechanism to close it, it was curved and smooth, something foreign to Brayden. It was only until he saw the brand name etched along its top that he finally realised what the device was. The words ‘Chastityking XS’ could be read on the black plastic and Brayden knew what this was, it was a cock cage.


Brayden now understood what the letter meant when it talked about letting other people enjoy his body. With this on he would no longer be able to fuck the revolving door of women he had at his beck and call. Brayden felt fear and anger bubble up inside him, fear of the control the ‘Master’ could have over him and what he could make him do next and anger for letting himself be so foolish and careless. Brayden threw the device back into his bottom drawer and slammed it shut, he couldn’t put it on… could he?


Brayden spent the whole day distracted, his mind constantly thinking of the cage in his bottom drawer and the consequences that would await if it was not on him by midnight. By the time he got home Brayden knew he had no other choice, looking at the arrogant idiot in the photograph, snorting substances and fucking a prostitute he wished he could go back to that carefree life. However, as he bunched up his fat cock and stuffed it uncomfortably into the very snug, hard plastic cage, he knew that previous life was over. With a sickening click, Brayden was able to close the mechanism and the cock cage locked itself into place. Brayden took a picture and then looked at himself naked, hairless, fit and now caged.

Brayden’s phone then buzzed and he saw that one of his hook-ups had sent a picture of herself and immediately Brayden felt his arousal swell which was quickly followed by discomfort and pain as the cage stopped his erection. Brayden, frustrated, tried to get the cage off, he had taken the picture, he had been humiliated but now he needed release. However as he tried to open the cage, the mechanism remained locked in place. As Brayden fumbled around with his cock he found what appeared to be a key hole and Brayden now understood how much more control ‘Master’ had over him. Brayden’s phone then buzzed again and for the very first time his ‘Master’ had replied with just one sentence.

Obey and the key will be yours.


2 months later…


The past 60 days had been tortuous for Brayden in more ways than one. Firstly his workouts had now become more intense and with the extra session every day he was constantly tired and reeking of sweat. His exhaustion meant he rarely wanted to do anything else, his life was becoming work and working out, any other activities either took too much effort or he could no longer do thanks to his cage. Brayden had to block nearly all the women in his phone, he couldn’t be reminded of them in case he became aroused if they sent him pictures of sexual messages, the pain he received from the cage was awful. He hated that cage, he hated how it sometimes could be seen through his clothing making him more self-conscious, he hated how he couldn’t receive any kind of release, he hated how small it made his once massive cock look and most of all he hated how even if his thoughts drifted absently to something sexual any arousal was met with pain and discomfort. What’s more, on the odd occasion where he managed to control his arousal his cock had started leaking pre-cum, a sign that it desperately wanted to be touched and used but now it was only used to piss.


Brayden sat in his car and put his head in his hands, how could he have let himself relax, how could he have thought that this blackmail would simply be some trivial chore of working out. The whole situation he was in was a nightmare and still any attempts to find out who his Master was had been thwarted or turned up no answers. Brayden took a deep breath, adjusted his cock cage and headed to his office, where once again a letter was waiting for him.


Brayden slammed his door shut and raced to open the letter, hoping there would be some details about the key to his cock cage, after all he had followed the diets and new workouts without fault.


Your cock looks far prettier in its cage. I bet it is maddening not being able to get released.


Fear not I have arranged an appointment for you and hopefully this gift will give you something else you can tug on to achieve release.


I look forward to seeing them in your nightly picture.


Your

Master


An address and time was then given at the bottom of the letter for later that day but that was it. Brayden flipped the paper over hoping to see more but there was nothing, not even a suggestion that he may get the key back soon. Brayden yelled and then flung his arms across his desk in rage, his obedience would have to continue.


After finishing work, then his second and third trip to the gym, Brayden found himself pulling his car up to what appeared to be a seedy tattoo parlour. Brayden sat for a while, looking at the place and wondered if his ‘Master’ had been there too. Brayden couldn’t get a tattoo, could he? It would be permanent! Once again Brayden had to weigh up his options as he seemed to do daily now, did he disobey and risk prison or did he go along with what Master wanted and be free. Although his freedom was restricted with his cock cage and growing number of trips to the gym, at least he still had the freedom to enjoy himself if he wanted, to go outside if he wanted, to buy what he liked and to live where he wanted. Those luxuries would all be taken away in prison. Brayden once again conceded defeat and wandered into the tattoo parlour.


When he entered Brayden gave his name and was led by an ink covered woman to a small room where she told him to remove his shirt. Begrudgingly Brayden obeyed and sat looking at himself in a nearby mirror, he had gained even more muscle in just a month and his pecs were now a generous size, his abs were defined and his arms were looking beefier. The joy Brayden had felt from his more muscular body was dampened now that he couldn’t attract women with it. Brayden still found himself giving a shy smile as he looked at himself, if he did every escape this blackmail he would have the body of a god and would spend the rest of his life fucking like one. Brayden’s little daydream was then interrupted as the man returned with a trolley with tools and paraphernalia on it.


“Can you tell me what you are going to tattoo on me?” Brayden said crestfallen


“Tattoo? That’s not what I have you booked in for.” The man said plainly.


“If I’m not getting a tattoo then why am I here?” Brayden said with some relief.


The man just smiled as he grabbed a pair of forceps and pinched at Brayden’s right nipple.

Brayden had tears in his eyes as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and took his picture and sent it to Master. His two new nipple piercings were obscene, the way they pulled his nipples down and made them swollen and larger. How was he ever going to hide them! The sparkly gold was far from masculine and made him look like some kind of homo, he desperately wanted to rip them out but they were so tender and sore. Brayden hated to see them dangle and swing around from his chest, like some cheap burlesque whore swishing away some tassels on her tits. While the new additions to his chest were far less permanent than the tattoo he was expecting, the humiliation he felt from feeling and seeing them constantly was much worse. Brayden knew that if he continued obeying then he could end up looking like some kind of freak, next time it could be a tattoo or lip filler or even a fucking BBL! Brayden knew he had to obey for now but he had to do something to escape this torment, he needed to find out who his Master was.


1 month later…


Brayden shuffled his way through to his office, with his cock cage and his nipple piercings, he was no longer strutting through his colleagues, he just hoped he could get in and out of work without much interaction. People had noticed his growing size and would compliment his growing muscles especially the women which made it all the more frustrating that he could no longer even flirt in fear of getting a boner. Plus, his Master had a sick sense of humour suggesting he could tug on something else for release, as his new piercings had made his nipples extremely sensitive. Even the slightest of pulls to one of the rings made him aroused and his cock hurt in its cage, it was maddening. Brayden was frustrated all the time, his nipples and cock begged for attention, his body ached from his constant workout outs and he was tired of eating fucking chicken breast. However, there was a small glimmer of hope, with his renewed vigour in searching for his identity and releasing himself from this black mail, he had made some progress. He had used one of the only bits of information he had on his Master - the number he had to text his nude pictures to every night - and had enquired with some friends from his fraternity who had connections with one of the major networks about locating its source and tracking the phone. He was told it could take weeks for them to get that information covertly but Brayden had a lead and hopefully it led to something fruitful.


As Brayden got to his office he was expecting another mundane day when he saw another dreaded envelope on his desk. Brayden quickly opened it and was shocked at how brief it was but as he read it a chill ran down his spine.


How disappointing Brayden. Here is the new number you will send your nightly picture too. I suggest you obey rather than continue your pathetic investigation.


As punishment I want your head shaved, all of it gone. Photo by midnight.


Your

Master


Brayden felt himself sweating as fear took hold of him. Brayden should have been petrified that his Master knew he was investigating him, he should have been terrified that he was clearly spying and monitoring him 24/7, he should have been nervous that he upset the man who could send him away to prison for 20 years but instead Brayden was more scared of losing his beautiful head of hair.


That evening Brayden stood in front of the mirror, a pair of clippers in his hand ready to shave his head down to the skin. Somehow this was worse than anything that was asked before, his hair was part of him. Something he took pride in, styled and cared for. It made him look young and attractive, he made him feel confident and with so much of that lost because of his other changes Brayden was even more reluctant. Brayden looked at the time, it was getting closer and closer to midnight but yet he still remained frozen staring at himself. Brayden had changed himself and added to himself because of his Master but never had he parted with anything and this felt like a step too far. If he could ask him to get rid of his hair, then what else could he ask him to get rid of? Brayden knew it was dangerous but he couldn’t let the blackmail go any further, he had to make a stand so when midnight struck Brayden remained with his hair intact.


Brayden waited anxiously next to his phone, he expected a text demanding where his photo was, after all it was the first night in over six months he had not sent a picture of himself naked and humiliated. Yet, no text came, this made Brayden even more nervous. Brayden barely slept expecting sirens to blare and knocking at his door demanding he open up, but the police never came. At around 4am Brayden finally fell asleep.


While Brayden got ready for work he was on edge, yet all morning he did his usual routine and still no one came to arrest him, the same with his drive to work. Perhaps, the Master was all talk, perhaps he would be too scared to actually go through with it! Maybe standing up to this anonymous asshole was exactly what Brayden needed to do and for the first time in months Brayden’s swagger returned and sauntered through to his office. In his head he was already planning on where he could get his cage removed when he entered his offer to find another letter waiting for him, along with a pair of clippers. Brayden hesitated as he closed his door and picked up the letter, he then saw blue flashing lights outside his window and suddenly he felt sick. Rushing over to his window he saw two cop cars pulling up to the front of his building and a number of officers entering. Brayden turned back to his desk and ripped open the letter, it was once again brief but no less threatening and demanding.


Brayden I told you not to disobey me. The cops are on their way up. They can be called off but only if you do as I ask and shave your head.


Your

Master


Brayden stared at the clippers and then rushed to his office door, poking out his head he already heard people discussing the police outside and some of the girls saying they were heading to this floor. Brayden slammed the door and yelled in frustration, how could he have been so naive to think he had won? Fear gripped Brayden as the thought of facing his crimes now became far too real, being marched through his colleagues and locked away for the next two decades, he wouldn’t survive in prison! Brayden knew what he had to do and with tears pricking at his eyes he grabbed the clippers and began to shave. Brayden wanted to sob as he watched his perfect hair fall from his head in ugly clumps, he tried his hardest to keep his shaving uniform but he needed to be quick. There was no guard on the clippers so every millimetre of hair was being shaved, he cut himself more than once as he shaved every last hair from his head in a haphazard rush. When it was done Brayden ran his hand over his now bald head looking for any hair he missed, the feeling of his bald scalp sent a horrid chill down his spine and a single tear fell from his eyes, which he quickly rubbed away as he dashed over to his office door and peered out. Brayden’s stomach flipped as he saw two uniformed officers heading down the corridor towards him, this was it! This was all for nothing! What was he to do? Barricade himself in, make a run for it? Brayden quivered as he watched petrified, until one of the cops had something come through his radio. Brayden couldn’t hear what was being said but after responding the officers stopped and turned around. They were leaving! Brayden slammed his door and leant his back against it, sliding down until he was on the floor, crying and staring at his beautiful hair all over the carpet.


His colleagues gave him an odd look when he left that evening as did the people at the gym, with many of the women now ignoring him rather than staring. Brayden couldn’t hide how much it hurt to see his bald reflection and just how trapped he really was. Brayden refused to even look at himself when he took his picture and sent it to his Master that evening. His Master had won and now knew Brayden would never be brave enough to disobey ever again.


Next day…


Brayden remained paralysed when he entered his office the next day, to find not only a letter but two very large boxes. Brayden knew something bad would happen, he had disappointed his Master and then disobeyed him, with the police nearly hauling him away in front of everyone and only by obeying his Master did he escape. Sitting down, the boxes had no clear labels or details of what was inside them, so Brayden had no choice but to open the new letter.


Brayden I hope that you fully understand your position now.


You obey me.


There is no escaping your Master and disobedience will always be met with harsh punishment. Which is why you will now be increasing your workout schedule, every moment of your free time will be about building muscle, with special attention to your glutes. You will no longer speak to friends or family, I am the only one who has contact with you from now on. I will find out if you communicate with anyone else so don’t even attempt to try.


Due to your audacity and lack of respect you will now be on several cycles of steroids to further increase your muscle mass. These particular steroids have some nasty side effects including male baldness, erectile dysfunction, testicular shrinkage and gynecomastia, so get used to having no hair, smaller balls and bigger more sensitive tits. You will become what I want you to be.


Of course Brayden you still always have the option of turning yourself in and choosing prison, but even there I have influence. So either you remain in outside world belonging to me or behind bars wasting away where I can assure some nasty surprises would await. I know which one I would choose.This will be your last warning, no more mistakes and no more disobedience.


Your One and Only Master


P.S I flushed the key to your cock cage. Enjoy your self-inflicted celibacy.


Brayden was shaking when he finished those last words, opening the box he found hundreds of vials and syringes, well over a years supply of the stuff. He was never going to have his cock free ever again, never again would he jerk off or fuck some chick. Instead he was stuck with some trapped and shrivelled piss nozzle that would leak pre-cum if a woman even spoke to him. Brayden’s first instinct was to just smash them all, to end this nightmare and accept his wrong doing and take the time in prison but Brayden was too much of a coward for that. Instead he started reading the instructions left for him and mourning the life he used to lead.


7 months later…

Brayden panted as he waddled into his bathroom to take his nightly picture, he had been working out for the past four hours in his home gym that he had been forced to buy and now he was at least 300 pounds of roided out muscle. Brayden hated looking at himself, his muscles bulged obscenely, the thick veins running across them all. His size was now monstrous and bulky, his thick thighs meant he was forced into a waddle, his huge arms meant they no longer sat comfortably by his sides, his stomach bulged with a roid gut and his pecs almost resembled tits. His nipple rings now looked small compared to how big his tits and nips were, both much larger due to the side effects of the steroids. What's more, thanks to the steroids his head remained bald and his body hairless, the hair follicles on his head were now shrunk and dormant and he would be permanently bald, aging him up. Brayden barely even thought about his cock cage anymore since it wasn’t like his dick was getting hard anytime soon, his testicles had shrunk and even when something arousing did occur his cock would stay limp, useless and leak pre-cum like a tap. Brayden was still tense and sexually frustrated by now he could do even less about it. Brayden took his photo from the front mainly because he hated looking at his ass. While he had grown exponentially more muscular, his glute work out and steroids had made his ass double in size, until it was now this massive, blocky, shelf that stuck out awkwardly behind him. Brayden hated how he looked, his confidence had fully diminished and he hated interacting with anyone that didn’t know him as they would stare at his bulging arms or freakish ass. Brayden’s life had been limited to going to work or pumping iron, cardio had been completely cut so even lugging his massive frame and bulk to the bathroom made him out of breath. Brayden’s life now consistented of his office, the gym or his home gym. So now the office was his preferred place as at the other two he knew he was just making his body more and more ugly. Brayden was now actually a decent employee and was doing good work, it was the only time now he felt some genuine happiness. Making a good report or spotting an error actually gave him a boost of dopamine he desperately needed. Plus with his contact now limited to work and his Master, Brayden was actually looked forward to talking to coworkers although most avoided him now.


However, even that happiness was fleeting when he entered his office the next day and saw another letter waiting for him. Brayden shuffled inside and sat on his new office chair, one that could now withstand his bulk and muscle, and opened the letter.


I’m pleased with you Brayden, almost proud of your obedience and dedication to me. Your physique is something to behold and something to be proud of. In fact everyone should see more of you and what you have built under that stuffy suit.


In your bottom drawer is a pair of your new underwear, tonight the rest of your new wardrobe will arrive. I hope to see you wear some of it when you send multiple pictures tonight. I will now also expect a nightly picture of your ass alongside your regular photograph.


There are also details for a weekly appointment for you to attend at the local salon, where their fake tan will help make your muscles appear even larger. I can’t wait to show you off.


Your transformation is nearly complete.


Your One and Only Master


A few months ago Brayden would have been fearful of opening that bottom drawer, but over the last several months and seeing his body change into the bald, steroid, cock caged freak he had become he realised that he was never going to escape the clutch of his Master and he was too much of a coward to face real justice so now he his only choice was to become whatever Master wanted. The only part of the letter that truly frightened Brayden was ‘I can’t wait to show you off’, what did that mean? What did his Master intend to do?

Brayden groaned as he pulled the very small, skimpy thong from his drawer. While Brayden had accepted his obedience it didn’t mean he still felt a deep burning sense of humiliation. He had once been a handsome, confident, hot bro with a different girl to fuck every night, with parties, booze and a lavish lifestyle everyone was envious of, but that was all gone now.

This became even more clear to Brayden that evening when he returned to his house to find his new clothes, all of them revealing and too small, tank tops, short shorts, thongs, jockstraps, crop tops. While his work attire was not skimpy it was now skin tight meaning his nipple rings and cock cage were going to be on full display with nothing to hide them from view. Brayden pulled out a camo printed thong and stretched it over his cage and wedged it up his bulging, muscle butt. His muscles looked even more obscene now that they were coated in an artificial tan, particularly his ass looked even more enormous, so when Brayden bent over and took a picture of it his face burned with embarrassment.

 Brayden no longer recognised himself when he looked at his reflection, gone was his hair, his youthful face. Gone was his body replaced by some roid riddled bulk, gone was his monster cock locked behind a cage, gone was his confidence and self-esteem and gone was his freedom.


4 months later…


Brayden was now a shell of his former self, his body had been grown and warped to gargantuan proportions especially his ass, his body hair gone, his head bald, his cock locked away and leaking, his tits pierced, enlarged and sensitive and he was dressed like a gym fairy. Brayden got no attention from women anymore but he did get an awful lot from gay men now, if he wasn’t so starved for interaction he would have been disgusted. Having some dude slap his ass at the gym would have meant a fight before but now he was grateful for the touch.


Brayden wasn’t even fearful when he saw the letter on his desk, he had been completely obedient. He had followed his steroid cycle, intense workouts, diet plan and gym schedule to the letter. He had not spoken to his friends or family in months and he dared not even try to find a way out of his hellish new situation. Brayden knew how fucked up his life was now but he would never be able to pluck up the courage or resistance to face what he had done to escape. Brayden could only hope that if he obeyed his Master might get bored and eventually leave him alone as the smelly, roid fuelled monster he had become.


Brayden opened the letter with a sigh, what else could his Master possibly want from him?


Brayden you have been a good boy. You have finally realised that you belong to me and there is no point fighting anymore, this has pleased me greatly.


As a reward for your obedience I have decided that tonight I will allow you to cum. In your bottom drawer is an item that will help you achieve the orgasm you have longed for over this year.


I expect a video of it all by midnight. Your transformation will soon be complete.


Your One and Only Master.

For the first time in months Brayden suddenly felt hopeful, the key to his cage had not been flushed! He would finally unleash his long fat cock from its tiny cage and he would be able to cum. Even now with the steroids making him limp most of the time he could feel his cock getting excited at the thought of finally being touched. Brayden pulled open the drawer and instantly the colour drained from his face and his smile faded, there was no key, of course there was no key that had been thrown away months ago. Instead there was something much worse, Brayden looked at it in disgust and didn’t want to even touch it. Slamming the drawer shut he ignored it for the rest of the day, until just before he was about to leave. He hoped when he opened the drawer that it would have magically disappeared but there it sat, thick, heavy and intimidating. He would have to leave the office soon to go to the gym, he was once again faced with a choice, obey or disobey. However, Brayden had been broken and no longer had the fight to disobey, so he grabbed the bottle lube and the massive nine inch plastic cock that had been left for him by his cruel master.

That evening Brayden sat staring at the dildo he had been given to use and pleasure himself to orgasm with. Sickenly it reminded him of his own, but this one was always hard and his hadn’t been free in months. Brayden found himself slightly envious of the big proud cock, his had been like that and now it would never be free. Brayden had lubed up his asshole but that was as far as he had gotten, the thought of shoving a big silicone cock up his ass was just too much. He had given up so much, he was barely even Brayden anymore, and now he was being told to give up his anal virginity. Brayden sat for an hour, reapplying lube and then just staring at the dildo hoping it would vanish. Soon the clock had ticked past midnight and he knew his life was over. Brayden did contemplate making a run for it but at his size he wouldn't be able to move fast or hide, plus his frame and face would be very recognisable. Brayden was just about to leave the bathroom and the menacing dildo when he heard an angry banging coming from his front door. Brayden froze, were the police here already, he was still naked. Brayden waddled over to the door and looked through the peep hole and was confused at who he saw as the banging persisted on the door. Grabbing a thong from the side Brayden slid it on and slowly opened the door, before it was quickly pushed open.


“Brayden”


“Who the fuck are -” Brayden was about to shout when the tall, older, muscled black man cut him off.


“You do not speak to your Master unless spoken to do you understand!” The man bellowed back, making Brayden shudder and retreat. The man then brought out his phone and scrolled it in front of Brayden, the photo, receipts, all the evidence of Brayden’s wrongdoings swiped by and Brayden knew that this was his Master. “Everything is ready to go Brayden, just one click of a button and you’ll be spending the rest of your life in prison, unless you get that fucking dildo up your ass now!” Master shouted with growling authority.


Now if Brayden had still been the skinny jock from months ago he might have cowered from Master’s threatening demand, but at 300 pounds of bloated muscle and an insane amount of steroids pumping through his body, Brayden was finally face to face with his Master and rage was the only emotion he had.


“Never you sick freak! I would rather be in prison for 20 years than be some homo bouncing on a cock for your twisted fucking fantasy!”


Brayden’s rage would have only continued to build if his Master had of argued back with him but, his Master did not shout back. Instead he did something even more unnerving, he laughed. He laughed loud, almost maniacally, making Brayden’s anger fade and anxiety flood his system.


“YOU THINK IT'S STILL 20 YEARS!” Master boomed, his laughing cruel. “Those steroids must have fucked with your head more than I thought!”


“I don’t understand,” Brayden said, more placid now.


Master then took a step closer to Brayden his voice cold and fearsome “It may have been 20 years when I first caught you embezzling, but you have committed so many more crimes since then.”


“That’s a lie, I haven’t stole since you started blackmailing me” Brayden retaliated


“Oh you are dumb fuck, those muscles must have replaced your brain” Master smiled now circling Brayden like a shark readying to feast. “From the day you received my first letter ‘Brayden’ ceased to work at the company, instead you have been fraudulently working under the name Butch Pussiboi and have been stealing your paycheck every week. You have forged documents to verify your new identity and have been using them to embezzle and steal. Plus on top of that you have been using company pension funds to fuel your illegal steroid usage, pay for gym memberships and expensive meal plans. So you are no longer looking at just embezzlement, you can add identity fraud, grand theft, forgery and possession of illegal substances to your crimes. Plus with all the evidence I have, there would be no room for leniency, you would be sentenced within a week.” Master finally stopped circling and stood in front of Brayden, whose eyes had started to fill with tears and his bottom lip had started to tremble as he realised just how fucked his situation truely was. “So Butch Pussiboi, are you going to do as I command or am I going to have to send you away for a long, long time. Come on Butch finish your transformation be my obedient, horny, muscle bitch!” Master yelled with an evil smile on his face.

Brayden’s world collapsed around, he would never be free from his Master, he owned him. All Brayden could do was sob as he headed to his bathroom. His Master stood over him, rubbing his cock while Brayden bounced on the giant silicone cock wincing as his anal virginity was lost forever. Brayden finally broke down in tears when after just 5 minutes of bouncing, for the first time in over a year Brayden locked up little cock dribbled out a pathetic puddle of cum.

6 months later… 

It was 5.30am and Butch Pussiboi was in the gym locker room changing for his first workout of the day, he had stopped as he caught his own reflection, something he often would avoid but today he hadn’t and stood frozen. It was hard to believe that just over 2 years ago he looked completely different to the freak he saw now. The oversized muscles, back acne, the huge gyno tits just televised to everyone around him that he was on roids. The cock cage was on display, not that his cock was good for anything other than pissing nowadays. Its time locked away and the pain from any arousal had trained it never to get erect ever again, even when he fucked himself with the increasingly sized dildo’s it never got hard, just drooled out a whimper of an orgasm. Butch felt his asshole twitch, his once virgin hole was now a puffy gaping hole that his Master enjoyed abusing regularly and Butch was ashamed whenever he would cum from the anal stimulation. Another hand ran over his head, he missed his hair so much and his bald head aged him horribly. A group of gay men gave him a wave and he gave them a wry smile, he was now popular among the men at the gym thanks to Master, they enjoyed his wrecked hole just as much as Master did. He missed women, talking to them, flirting with them and fucking them. That was just a dream now, a memory he would hold onto as he was bent over and jackhammered by strangers in the gym bathroom. Butch was just glad that they didn’t use his mouth, he hated the taste of cum, but his mouth was reserved for Master.

As if on cue Butch’s phone buzzed, it was Master. Butch got one everyday before work, he was now the most dedicated employee. Getting in early and always staying late, but Butch wasn’t there for the company, he was there for his Master. Butch looked at the photo Master had sent and felt tears well in his eyes, it never got any easier, getting to his knees, opening his mouth and sucking Master’s fat cock, and today he seemed Master was very, very horny.