‘Requested by: @delicateduckzonkoaf​ I knocked on the door of the big house. I felt a bit out

‘Requested by: @delicateduckzonkoaf​ I knocked on the door of the big house. I felt a bit out of place here in my scruffy gym clothing but it did not matter. The Grindr hookup he was heading to was a hot bottom who said he was desperate to be fucked by me. Being a horny mess I could not refuse such an offer. The door was opened by the man whose face matched the profile. It was handsome young boy, in his early twenties, a little younger and shorter than me but definitely less muscular. He was wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater and a red tie. His hair was perfectly styled in an old fashioned side part. He looked extremely formal compared to me and his proper appearance was a surprising turn on for me. He greeted me and welcomed me into his fancy place. He had a mild stutter which I liked. I prefered a bottom to have a low self esteem. ‘C-can I get you something to drink?’ He said sheepishly. I smiled at him. ‘No thanks let’s get to it, I’m horny.’ He wasn’t expecting such a direct approach and started to blush. ‘Of course! haha, come with me.’ I followed him into the living room. Not wanting to waste any time I grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards me. ‘I don’t know why but that tie is so arousing but you’re going to keep it on.’ I proceeded to grab his sweater to pull it off but he stopped me with a surprising amount of force. I could swear I saw a grin appear on his face as he grabbed my wrist. ‘Hold up for a second.’ His stutter had completely disappeared and his voice was firm. I froze, his words resonating in my mind. ‘Sit down, boy.’ For some reason, when he called me boy, my dick became even harder. It pointed outwards, visibly tenting in my gym shorts. He guided me towards a chair and I sat down. ‘I do not approve of my buddies looking like this. We will need to change your appearance a little.’ I wanted to object, not understanding what he meant but I was unable to say anything other than ‘Yes sir.’ He took a stance behind my chair, my body was frozen in place, my hands on my knees and my back straight. ‘Such lovely hair, it’s a shame you style it like this.’ He whispered while caressing my scruffy haircut. His soft fingers sent waved of pleasure through my body. Why did I enjoy this? He did this against my will! Suddenly I heard the buzzing sound of a pair of clippers. The could metal on my head surprised me but I still was not able to move. The boy started to hum while he went on to cutting off my messy hair. It only took him a few strokes to shorthen it a little. My dick had started to leak precum in my shorts. I was unable to comprehend what was happening but my body seemed to like it. After a few strokes of the clippers, soft moans started to escape my mouth. The boy started to smile. The clippers stopped buzzing and he grabbed a jar of gel. He applied a generous amount on his hands an started to massage it into my scalp. I started to moan louder, his firm grip on my skull was hypnotizing. My body relaxed and I regained movement, but I did not move. The feeling of him styling my hair was too good. He grabbed a comb a modeled my hair to perfection before holding a mirror in front of me. He had combed the front upwards and parted the side neatly. Gone was my messy gym haircut. I looked like a preppy young boy now, apart from my clothing. ‘Doesn’t that feel much better, boy?’ His last word made me shoot more precum into my shorts. ‘Yes sir.’ I muttered. He pulled me back into the chair and spent the next few minutes shaving my face until I was smooth again. My erection refused to subside and got even worse during the process. He finished by putting some aftershave on my face, the smell intoxicating me and making me moan even more. ‘Just relax boy, just submit. You were not meant to be in charge, just follow me.’ His words clouded my mind even further. ‘Yes sir.’ Was again all I could say. He then ordered me to stand up and strip. Obediently I took off my gym shorts and shirt. It had been quite tight before but it seemed to be tad too big for me now. Had I shrunk a little in the past few minutes? ‘Yes boy.’ He said, reading my mind. ‘You’re old size wasn’t suitable so I took care of it. Confused I inspected my body. I was still muscular but I could swear my muscles were smaller. He walked over to me carrying a big box. I had to slightly look up now, being shorter than him. From the big box he took a weird looking plastic device which I identified as a chastity cage. I had fucked bottoms before who liked to wear them. Not really my thing but it made them hornier which was nice. ‘Let’s get rid of that erection.’ He said softly. Suddenly my pulsating leaking hard cock started to shrink and soften. Obeying his commands it quickly turned flaccid but did not stop leaking precum. I moaned as waves of pleasure surged through my body. Although soft I felt like I was on the edge of cumming. He swiftly pulled my junk through the ring and used my precum to easily place the tube around my dick. The lock clicked in place and he put the keys back in the box. ‘that’s much better, boy. No more fucking for you.’ In a moment of clarity I stepped backwards. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ I shouted. I pulled on the cage but to no avail. I wanted to run away but once again my body stopped respoding. ‘Kneel.’ The preppy boy said firmly. My body obeyed and I dropped to my knees. From the box the boy grabbed a light pink dress shirt. ‘Let’s finalize your transformation’ He said while slipping on my chest. The soft cotton made my dick strain in it’s cage and a puddle of precum started to appear on the floor. He grabbed more clothing from the box and started to dress me. He buttoned the shirt all the way up and tucked it into a pair of white briefs. The underwear felt snug against my straining caged dick. He slid a pair of blue chinos over my legs and secured them around my waist with a brown leather belt. A dark blue jacked was put on me and white socks and brown boat shoes were put on my feet. Every piece of clothing he put on me made me hornier and hornier, clouding my mind again. I was enjoying every touch and the feel of the expensive clothing was extremely pleasurable. Then he put on the final piece, a blue striped tie. He knotted it and pulled it tight around my neck. Thoughts of expensive preppy suits and proper haircuts filled my mind. I was meant to look like this, a preppy formal boy. I was made to service rich and powerful men. It was my own desire to be turned into a good obedient boy by them. The boy pulled me in front of a big mirror. I could barely recognize myself. I was now a smooth uniformed and neatly styled boy. ‘Thank you sir.’ I muttered. He smiled. ‘Good boy. You are going to be trained by me now. I will teach you what it means to be a good boy. I will learn you how to obey men like me.’ ‘Yes sir’ I moaned again. He guided me back to the living room where he pushed me into the chair again. ‘Soft’. He said firmly and my dick immediately responded. it stopped straining against the cage and went limp. The tent in my chinos disappeared. He unbuttoned his own pants. ‘Open up.’ Instinctively I opened my mouth. Without hesitation he forced his hard cock into mine. ‘Accept it boy, this is the only one you will have from now on.’ -- source link

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