The Master of Fitzroy Abbey was relaxing in his study, finished with his various fuckboys for the evening with a decanter of whiskey and a half smoked pipe, when a knock came at the door. “Enter,” he said, and Mr. Livingston, slipped in.
“I am so very sorry to disturb you, sir. I merely wanted you to know that…Mr. Grant, I believe he is named now? Has finished his initial changes, and is currently undergoing his initial rounds of edification. I have already uploaded the video of to the server, for your examination. I know you were particularly interested in this case, and I thought you would like to know.”
“Thank you, Mr. Livingston. Is that everything?”
“Yes sir.”
“Sleep well.”
“You too, sir.”
Mr. Livingston slipped away again, and the Master hefted himself up out of his chair, refilled his glass, and brought it and his pipe to his second study. Unlike the first, which had appeared to be frozen in the early twentieth century, this smaller room appeared as a futuristic anachronism, full of monitors and keyboards. Technology–he rather loathed it. It had made him his billions certainly, but he so enjoyed the slower pace of his current lifestyle. He could almost forget, sometimes, that things had progressed so far and so quickly. Still, it did have it’s uses–after all, this whole world he’d created would crumble without it. He settled down, brought up the list of folders full of hours and hours of video footage, and found Mr. Grant’s newly uploaded files. There were five total–one from each camera, making sure he could the transformation from each of his preferred angles and focal points–but he decided to begin with the wide, full body camera first, to see how things went for Mr. Grant.
The video began–all four days worth. Of course, Master Fitzroy wasn’t going to sit there for four days–he could speed the video up so those four days would pass in five minutes. But he wanted to take a minute to examine the body that was. He no longer remembered what the young man’s name had been–he generally could only recall a name as long as it took to get his cock in their holes. This young man was a bit of an exception to his kind of usual guest–generally there was nothing that turned him off more than a muscular hunk with a cock bigger than his–a feat which was quite a challenge, considering his cock was nine inches long. But something about this one–his cocky attitude, that beautiful face of his that he knew would look angelic wrapped around his thick shaft–made him invite the man anyway. It had been a mistake.
Master Fitzroy had no problem with the young men he invited to stay at his estate taking their pleasures with one another, but this beast had wrecked holes right and left. There wasn’t a tight ring left for the Master to indulge himself with, and he certainly couldn’t have that. One young man in particular–he believed his name started with a ‘C’?–had been so stretched that the Master couldn’t even finish inside. Such reckless destruction simply couldn’t go unpunished.
He sped up the video. Nothing much happened for the first couple of minutes–the first round of drugs and treatments did little more than prepare the body for the changes to come, and Master Fitzroy teased his cock, working it up to half mast, scanning the screen for the first change–a slight softening of the young man’s firm stomach. He wasn’t quite defined enough to have a six pack, but over the next several minutes it bulged up into a small gut, inflating steadily as the video progressed. The other changes happening to his form were a bit harder to see, his legs shrinking up into his body, dropping him several inches in height, to around five foot six. His gut continued to expand, but his arms and shoulders were developing muscle underneath the fat–he’d need it in his new position at the abbey, working in the stables. The changes slowed, and Master Fitzroy admired the new curve of Mr. Grant’s round paunch, his thick, short legs and strong shoulders, but closed the video before it had finished, and opened a second–this one a top-down close up of the young man’s face.
He increased the speed of the video, shortening it to just a few minutes, and then set it to loop. He leaned back in his seat, stroking his cock, and watched the young man’s face rapidly shift to that of a seasoned laborer in his mid to late forties. Two things, in particular, kept drawing his attention. The first was how rapidly the young man’s hair receded. He began with a thick, full head of hair. By the halfway point of the video, it had pushed back in two deep divots, and by the end, it had pushed back even further, past the crown of his head, with a thin tuft of hair left in the front. The second thing was his mouth–or rather, his jowls. As Mr. Grant put on weight and age, the sides of his face began to sag down to his chin, giving him a flabby, resting frown across his face. He was happy with his decision to leave Mr. Grant without facial hair–those jowls were far too beautiful to hide behind a beard. He stroked a bit faster, bringing himself a bit nearer to his climax, closed down that second feed and opened a third.
There, in high definition, was the young man’s massive, eleven inch cock, flopped across his thigh. Again, he sped up the film, leaning in close, watching as it slowly shriveled away. “Fuck, that’s what you fucking get,” he muttered, “someone as careless as you doesn’t deserve a tool like that.” By the halfway point, it had shrunk to a mere four inches, but it continued shriveling up, and now he could see his balls beneath, the sack pulled tight around them, constricting them smaller and smaller as well. In the end, he was left with a cock less than an inch long, with much of the loose, wrinkled skin remaining as a heavy, overhanging foreskin, and beneath was a small sack, two balls smaller than grapes pulled up tight beneath it. It was ugly, so fucking ugly, and Master Fitzroy loved it. He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket in time to catch his cum, moped his sweaty forehead with the other side and composed himself. Of course, Mr. Grant wasn’t finished yet–the Master had a second surprise for him once he was finished with his conditioning in a few days. Then, he would understand the full scope of his punishment.
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