O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Transforming You to Your Wishes

by Titan

It was a beautiful afternoon and Justin was enjoying every minute of it as the first week of his holidays had been full of rain and more rain.

He decided to catch up on completeing a story he was writting for an on-line, gay storysite. The weather, bringing him outdoors with his laptop.

Justin, although only 25, had been writting erotic and fetish stories for a number of years, submitting to the various sites he himself enjoyed. He wasn't a brilliant writer; he didn't need to be, but he did get some positive feedback sometimes. He found it an escape from his mundane life, where he could live out his fantasies through stories. He wasn't into partying and had few friends, preferring the company of older men.

After a few hours of typing Justin thought a break was in order so he got up to get a beer.
'Great! I'm out of beer,' he said out loud when he opened the fridge. He couldn't believe it. He decide to go off and buy a case; he didn't have to go far, just down the street. Leaving the laptop on outside, he only locked the front door. He had side gates which he kept locked most of the time. He set off knowing he'd only be a ten minutes or so.

Little did he know his newest neighbour was watching from his second story bedroom window.

Todd had only moved in two weeks ago and noticed his young neighbour straight away. He wondered if Justin was gay but it didn't take long to work out he was. A few times Todd noticed the stud watching him as he mowed the lawn or washed the car. They hadn't exchanged much pleasentries, the kid seemed shy. Usually a brief wave or hello was all he got.

Todd was right. Justin was shy, and had found it hard to approach his new neighbour who he was sure was gay too. He was attracted to shaved heads and beards on older guys and Todd was shiny bald on top with a thick, black goatee that always seemed to be imacuately groomed. He wasn't sure his age as he hadn't been up too close but was probably a good few years older than Justin.

Todd was older than Justin but looked after himself in his home gym. He was 51 nearing 52 but looked 10 years younger. He was a trained Barber owning a shop on the other side of town. He preferred the short and military hairstyles on his customers and genrally convinced them through different means to follow his suggestions. As for his well groomed goatee, he hid the greys by dying it black adding to the illusion of youth.

As soon as he saw Justin leave he went down to his backyard and climbed over the fence at a section hidden by a hedge but pretty much delapidated. He'd noticed it in the first few days but he wasn't sure if his neighbour knew about it.

He went straight for the Laptop, wondering what his neighbour had been typing for so long. He started to scroll through the story that Todd had been working on. He couldn't believe his eyes or luck. This kid had been writting a story about gay transformations, something Todd had a real interest in. As he read the author's name a smile spread from ear to ear.

So his 'new neighbour' was Latherboi23. Bob started to get excited. He had come across his stories before on diffent sites and now here he was living next door to him.

As he started to read the screen his eyes began to widen.

OLDER SLAVE WANTED! by latherboi23

Brett wasn't one for parties or danceclubs. He preferred the safety of his home and computor, where he could explore the different fetishes he liked. His big fetish was transformations, especially those involving young guys being changed into older geezers against there will.

At one stage he thought he was a freak and that his interests were not shared by many. As time went on and he found new sites and chatrooms he found out how wrong he was.

At 25, Brett was about medium height at only 174cm tall, slim build and short blonde hair which he kept trimmed himself with a cheap pair of clippers. Being conservative he was clean shaven but on the few times he had let his beard grow he had a very thick, dense growth from a young age. He worked for a small company dealing with new information technologies, but kept to himself mainly.

He found his life at loggerheads with his desires. His thoughts and dreams focused more and more on his interests. And it was this that led to him to chatting on-line with a few guys on 'Changes' , a site devoted to gay transformations of all descriptions. One guy he found he was now chatting with daily, Master Jake, had started to tell him what he would do with Brett if he ever met him. Of course Brett played the game and started to tell Master Jake his deepest fantasies, knowing he had the safety of annominity.

It was 2 months latter that that all changed. Here he was at a club called 'The Black Anvil', waiting for Master Jake.
Slowly and carefully, Master Jake had convinced Brett he needed a new life. The timid Brett was unsure what he was getting himself into however he had finally agreed to a face to face meeting, as he felt a sense of trust towards his on-line friend. He had continually explored the avenues towards change, inward and outward. Already it was obvious changes had happened. Brett had stopped shaving at Jakes insistance. He found a few comments on his new beard at work, but Jake told him to keep going. It already seemed to give him a new found confidence as well as make him appear older.

As he gulped down his beer, nervously he scanned the room. He didn't do the bar scene so his nerves were getting the better of him. He was already finishing his second glass.

The bar wasn't very busy, just a dozen or so guys, the types that Brett was into. Older, bald and with various facial hair. He himself was conscious of stares from a few of them. He was by far the youngest in the room, and obviously not a regular.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, 'the beard looks good on you boy!'

As Brett, stunned, turned to the deep voice he looked into the dark eyes of a stranger. He was much taller than Brett, very atheletic build, wearing leather chaps and vest. He was the quintessential leatherman. Brett noticed the muscles first, his biceps, his massive chest, with the outline of huge gold rings through each nipple. His hair silver grey and buzzed close to the scalp, the top a precise flattop. A well trimmed dark, thick moustache adorned his upper lip. Brett couldn't say a word.

'Cat got your tongue boy?' Jake said before offering a jug of beer to the stunned Brett.

'J..J...Jake?' Brett stammered.

'Were you expecting anyone else?' Jake smiled as he sipped on his beer. He looked him up and down happy with what he saw. He took the chin and turned Brett's head side to side. 'That's a great beard for such a young pup.' He added.
'Thanks, i was afraid you wouldn't like it!' Brett said finding himself lusting after this man already.

They talked and drank for the next two hours as Brett felt more and more at ease. The beer was probably helping too.

. . . . . . . . .

Suddenly Brett was aware of a strong light overhead. His head was heavy. Where was he? Last he could remember he was at the bar with Jake. He began to focus on his surroundings. The room was small, not much furniture. There didn't appear to be a window.

'Shit', he said out loud as he realised he was tied to a chair, unable to move. He was totally naked, leather straps around his arms, legs and chest. He felt sluggish as if he was carrying extra weight. As his eyes focused he was shocked to see his stomach forming a beachball gut.

His eyes widened unable to comprehend. 'What the fuck......?' he shouted.

'I see your're awake slave!' a familiar voice said. Out of the shadows Jake appeared, dressed in a white tunic.

'What's going on? Why am I here? What have you done to my body?'

'You're here because this is what you've always wanted. And at the bar you confirmed to me that you wanted a new life as my slave. Don't you remember? Oh! That's right you passed out on me, so I brought you back home.' What Jake hadn't told Brett he had drugged the beer Brett had been drinking all night. As for your weight gain that's just the work of some forced feeding with steriods.'

'You must be mad. I never agreed to any of this.' Brett started to feel scared.

'One of your deepest desires was to be kidnapped by someone and transformed into a slave, don't you remember telling me that when we first met on-line?' Jake asked sounding a little sinister.

'But...that was all a fantasy.... you can't think I wanted to go through with it?' Jake tried to plead starting to feel the tears well up.

'I believe in making peoples fantasies come true. You should be more careful about who you talk to online. You told me all these desires and fantasies you were into. It's too late to undo things'.

Brett realised he was in trouble. Tied up and at the mercy of this guy who knew his deepest desires and fantasies.

'I'm looking forward to making both our wishes come true. I've been looking for a new slave for a long time and when I found you and you told me you dreamt of becomming my slave, to allow me to transform you, mold you as i see fit I knew I had to have you.'

'No! You can't. I'm not ready! I - I was caught up in the moment.' Brett desperately pleaded.

'Well deep down you're craving all this.' Jake answered.

'People will wonder where I am. What about my work colleagues?' Brett threatened.

'I've taken care of that already. No ones going to be looking for you.' A smile spread across Jakes face. Brett didn't know he'd already been here for 3 days. Jake had kept him constantly drugged.

Jake took what appeared to be a large pair of clippers from a small cabinet.Suddenly it dawned on Brett he was strapped to a Barber's chair. The clippers switched on with a clack. 'NO!! Brett almost screamed. But it was already too late. Brett felt them touch his front hairline. The metal teeth removing his hair at scalp level as Jake drew them slowly through the top of Brett's thick hair.

As shocked and angry as Brett was he started to feel his cock harden.

'See! You've been waiting for someone to do this to you.' Jake said as he proceeded to slowly clear line after line of hair from his new slaves head. He wanted to make this slow for his new slave to enjoy.

Brett started to wish there was a mirror in front. This was something he'd always fantasised about but would never do. What would they say at work? Hell! Would he ever see his work again?

And still the clippers laboured less and less as the hair from the top of his scalp dissappeared under their sharp, vibrating blades.

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