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Collared in the Men's Room
🕑 Added 2023-10-30 18:30:22 +0000 UTCJake couldn’t recall the last time he felt this out of place. Eastside Eddie’s was the sort of bar you'd find in a low-budget indie film, a place meant to capture the gritty aesthetic of forgotten neighborhoods. While Jake didn't mind a rustic setting now and then, this was a tad too... rustic. He realized this wasn't where he was supposed to be just moments after stepping through the front doors, but he didn't have much of a choice.
Despite the warnings of his friends outside, despite all his best judgement as they walked through the back alley shortcut to get to the newest nightclub spot, despite the strange smells wafting from the front door... His need to use the restroom had been building, so he decided to brave whatever state Eastside Eddie's facilities were in. His friends were busy arguing directions outside, and despite the assurances that this was the fastest way, he didn't see them getting there anytime soon.
The dim lighting inside the restroom was not a good sign. The room was small, just two urinals and a stall with a questionable looking door, marred with nonsensical graffiti. One flickering overhead bulb did its best to cast shadows over sticker and spray paint laden walls. A dripping faucet played a lonely tune.
As Jake sidled up to the (surprisingly) marginally cleaner urinal, he felt a presence beside him. Before he could even glance over, a voice floated over: "Your skin—it's quite a stunning tan. Especially in this light."
It sent a shudder down Jakes back...
'Fuck', he thought, 'This would happen to me...'
Jake looked sideways to see a tall man, perhaps in his mid-forties, leaning against the sink. He looked out of place, well groomed, buttoned up, and his demeanor too poised for the grunge of Eastside Eddie's.
"Uh... thanks?" Jake muttered, his discomfort evident, trying to finish up as quickly as possible.
The man didn't stop, "Oh man, and those eyes. Didn't catch 'em before, but now that you've turned around.. Damn. They're deep, like undisturbed soil."
Jake tried to chuckle it off. "Uh, that's a new one, I think I gotta go. Nice to meet you."
Before Jake could zip up and make a swift exit, the stranger tilted his head, blocking the doorway slightly, examining Jake with a clinical interest. "Your bone structure, too. I must say, it's quite admirable. Sculpted, almost. You don't meet too many people with features like yours."
"Right..." Jake replied, his voice trailing off. Jake began to work around the man cautiously, avoiding the stranger's gaze in the cracked mirror above the sink.
The exit was mere steps away, and he felt an increasing urgency to be on the other side.. The door handle was cold under his grip as he pushed it open. The room beyond was loud, filled with chatter and the clinking of glasses, but all Jake could hear was the echoing compliment about his distinct features.
Just as Jake thought he was free from the restroom's confines, a voice from behind called out, "Oh, and by the way..."
Without thinking, he turned. In that split second, the stranger swooped by his side. There was a sense of panic as Jake saw something black and silver, quickly slapping a hand to his throat as the cool touch made contact.
"... I think this would suit you perfectly," The man stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face.
Jake looked down to see the clasp closing over his Adam's apple, a black leather collar wrapped tightly around his neck.
Panic started to seize Jake as he spoke. "What the hell, what did you -?" Only, the deep timber of his voice was instantly gone. Replacing his voice was a rich, alto inflection, the tone sweet and undeniably feminine.
A chill shook Jake's spine as he placed a hand over his throat, speaking again, wondering if this was an anomaly. "You... What is this?-" Again, he was stopped, his voice transformed into a melodic mix of honey and pure sugar.
Jake felt an odd sensation, like an electric pulse originating from the collar and radiating outward. It prickled his skin and crawled up his spine, making him shiver. He tried once more to pull it off, but it seemed fused to him. His heart raced.
"Wh-what's happening to me?" His voice was softer and higher.
The man's eyes flickered with the bulb overhead, "God I love this part."
Jake's focus shifted to his hair, feeling it growing, the familiar spikes melting away as the strands lengthened, cascading down. It became slick and straight, a dark waterfall that reached the middle of his back.
"Stop this! Please!" Jake now knew he wouldn't get his deep timber voice back. Instead, what fell from his mouth was desperate and panicked, with an underlying terror of what was coming next. But the changes continued. The sensation traveled to his face. His jawline softened, cheekbones raising slightly. His masculine angular features slowly melted away to become a more rounded feminine portrait. He felt his nose reshape, the strong defined jut he once had shrank back to a subtly pronounced tip, and his lips plumped just a tad. A bizarre feeling, like they jittered with a strange numbness, before a wave of tingling pleasure coursed from his mouth. He gasped in spite of himself.
His eyes widened in the cracked mirror as he saw the transformation, he couldn't even look at the feminine face gaping back at him. His eyes were drawn downard, to his shrinking and now more slender body.
He could feel as his body began shifting, his midsection contracting, waist cinching inward and creating an hourglass shape. Looking down, he watched in horror as his hands began to shrink, and his tan skin now appeared softer, more delicate. He looked down to see his once flat chest pushing outward, forming noticeable breasts that only continued to strain against the fabric of his vneck, adjusting to the new shape beneath.
His jeans shrank up, turning into a much smaller fit that went to just below the curve of his buttocks, showcasing his longer and shapelier legs. He felt a new shiver as the cool air of the restroom flicked across his now exposed skin.
Jake's heart raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and disbelief. "Why are you doing this to me?
He groaned as his chest strained further, his modest breasts squeezing and expanding against his now incredibly tight shirt, riding up revealing a toned midriff. He felt the fabric of his sleeves and collar dissolve away, leaving just a skin-tight tank top in their midst.
The transformation seemed complete. Jake—now in the body of a petite yet curvaceous girl—stared at the stranger, anger burning in those same chocolate brown eyes.
"Change... Change me b-back..." she felt the urge to fall to her knees, pleading with him. He had seemed creepy before, yet now towering over him in size and stature, Jake felt terrified.
The man tilted his head, seeming to sense her fear, and spoke softly.
"But you look perfect." he said. The words floated to her mind, causing a flush of heat to grow. She didn't want to feel satisfaction with that thought, and yet, the sheer completeness of the statement was refreshing.
The man's eyes seemed to penetrate her very being, and she was suddenly self-conscious of her body, covering herself.
"No... Y-you can't - you can't do this. How could..." the mental fight was wearing her out. She couldn't figure out why she was having such a reaction.
The man took a deliberate step closer, invading Jake's personal space. "You'll find that the collar does more than just change your appearance. Since I collared you, I get to make some choices. Like this," He leaned in, whispering the next words like a sinister lullaby, "You're happy I changed you."
A rush of emotion surged through Jake, contrasting sharply with the dread and fear he had been feeling moments before. An inexplicable giddiness bubbled up inside him, as though he were on the verge of laughing. It felt like a foreign entity, attempting to smother his original emotions, attempting to rewrite his own feelings about the transformation. Jake's heart raced, battling the influx of elation. His thoughts felt fragmented, trying desperately to hold onto his original identity and emotions. The weight of the sudden happiness was oppressive, like being trapped under a heavy, warm blanket, with the room's temperature steadily rising.
"No," Jake murmured, his voice edged with both denial and disbelief. He tried to push back against the foreign emotion, to center himself in the reality he knew, but it felt like trying to swim upstream.
Despite the internal struggle, a giggle escaped his lips. Why had he been upset, he looked over his new body. The endless curves, softness, he stared down the valley of cleavage that obstructed his view. He was gorgeous... He felt so good, so warm.
"That's better," the man murmured, watching with a satisfied grin.
As the seconds passed, the imposed giddiness began to dominate, suffocating his genuine emotions. He felt his resistance wane, fatigue overtaking him. It felt so good.. How could it be bad if it feels so good...
A voice in his mind shouted, telling him to resist, but that voice seemed sillier as time went on. More absurd, why would he want to go back?! He giggled again as the euphoria ripped through his mind, pushing back all resistance.
"Thank you," Jake whispered dreamily.
"What was that?" The man smirked.
"Thank you for changing me!" Jake giggled.
"That's more like it, but I'm not sure if I believe you. "
In that moment, Jake was consumed with fear. He was so happy, this man had helped him be happy! So impossibly, mind blowingly happy, and yet as Jake looked over the stranger he could only see disappointment. Why was he fucking this up? What if the man was so upset, he changed him back...
"H-how can I thank you?" Jake asked.
"Hmm, well, you could kiss me." The man's voice was calm and calculating.
At this command, Jake's heart fluttered, and a flush of heat rose to his already reddened cheeks. His eyes flicked to the man's lips, feeling an indescribable impulse to fulfill the request. However, the inner panic inside him was fighting a ferocious battle.Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a part of him attempting to rebel, attempting to hold onto his true identity. A tiny voice trying desperately to get his attention, to remind him of his true nature.
This was wrong, this was disgusting, despite his new body he wasn't the remote bit attracted to men. Jake forced his mouth shut. He was stalling, but he needed a moment to figure this out. It was just a kiss, right? Just a peck, meaningless. And if that was enough to make this man believe he was grateful for the gift he had given him, so be it.
Jake took a deep breath, steeled himself and leaned in, pressing his lips against the man's, who returned the kiss with firm assertiveness. The sensation of the kiss sent revulsion spiraling through Jakes core. The man tasted of whiskey, and he felt the stubble scratch up against his skin. Why was he doing this? He mentally shouted, but he couldn't pull away.
The man's arms crept up to wrap around Jake's shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. He moaned against Jake's lips, and Jake heard his heart thumping in his ears. He felt the sickening sensation of the man's tongue in his mouth, dancing with his own. His nausea peaked, and he felt like he could throw up, but that was trapped by the overpowering gag his brain involuntarily sent.
He felt the man's growing arousal pressed firmly against his thigh and heard the man's heavy breathing, and Jake panicked.
This man wanted more than a kiss; he wanted sex with a girl Jake was now stuck as. The idea of this powerful stranger forcing himself on him while controlling him spurred him on. Mustering up all the strength he could, Jake pulled away, pushing against the man forcefully
The stranger's disappointment was obvious. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I hadn't expected you to be so sweet. You really are perfect." The words hung between them as Jake's mind screamed once again.
Jake almost gave into the compliments, like he had just moments ago. His body relaxed from the instinctive panic it had already forced. That foreign warm glow came back to his belly. He almost smiled, and his lips parted slightly in bliss. Almost.
But then it disappeared once again. The realization set in; this was wrong, he didn't want any of this, "Um... Right..." Jake mumbled, still giddy hearing how soft and melodic his voice was, sending jitters to his very core, "My friends are waiting for me outside, I should probably get back to them."
"Oh?" The man asked with a smirk, "What do you plan on telling them about... you know... All this?"
Jake looked over at the demure girl in the mirror, bashfully retreating from the man, all her body language inverting inwards, "I think... I think they'll understand."
"Maybe you should stay a while, then, once we've gotten to know each other better, I can help them meet the new you," The man said again, forecfully.
Jake didn't love the sound of that, "Oh, that's ok! Thank you again though."
Jake pivoted towards the door, feeling the shift and sway of his body as he walked towards the exit.
"Kneel" The man commanded.
Jake shouted in surprised as he felt his legs collapse from out underneath him, his whole body dropping swiftly to his knees. His face contorted in painful anger, silently cursing as he fell. He felt the intense desire to fight the collar, to resist. The shame and humiliation of being forced to his knees combined with the revulsion from earlier swirling in his stomach, this wasn't good...
Looking up at the man, the anger he was feeling showed on his face. He hoped his look would show the stranger a defiant inner strength. His legs wouldn't let him stand up. It was almost like the man's commands had shackled him to the ground and all he could do was to struggle like a weakling, restrained and forced into submission.
"I thought that first command would take care of it all. You've still got a bit too much of you left in there. Let's try this then, "The man leaned closer and Jake felt his head instinctively leaning away. But the man grabbed his neck and pulled his ear in closely, Jake could feel the mans breath on his neck as he said, "You're just so giddy about being a girl, and the thought of being with men in this new body... being with me... It makes your head spin."
An explosion of pleasure betrayed Jakes thoughts as is erupted from his core. He let out a long, sustained moan that drowned out all else
It felt like everything else was blocked out, except for the images, ideas, and concepts that were being poured into his head by this incredibly, devastatingly, attractive man.
Jake felt himself losing his awareness of the situation. Something outside him was clouding his rationality. He began to feel delirious, disoriented, and delusional. An uncontrolled drool began trickling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes struggled to focus as that damn lullaby overtook his senses.
'Too much,' Jake thought, 'This is all too much.'
Jake felt his hands begin to caress his new curvy form, wrapping around his feminine hips. The sensation, as strange as it was, set off an avalanche of euphoria and sexual bliss. He felt an indescribable compulsion to continue, to get more. He gripped more tightly, running his hands over his toned thighs. The inner fight dissipated completely and a warmth flowed throughout him, slowly overtaking every one of his senses.
Within seconds he had completely lost the battle. He was now one with his changes.
Jake blinked slowly, looking up at the handsome stranger in the low lighting.
His fingers wandered further down to the petite roundness of his butt, and he squeezed gently, the sensation itself pushing him further into a dreamlike state. A slight smile formed on his lips. Every touch heightened the warm glow of ecstasy coursing through his body, and he felt a small flame erupt inside of him. His hands wandered up, tracing a delicate trail along his tight stomach, reaching his impossibly perky breasts. The subtle and sporadic moans that rang through the room as he squeezed them ever so slightly turned him on. They turned him on, and there was no shame.
The man grabbed Jakes head by his new long hair and turned Jake to the mirror, forcing him to stare at the tan slut getting off on the men's restroom floor just from touching her new body. The force of his grip, the feeling of being handled by this stranger, it only made the warm glow intensify. She felt a new and foreign wetness between her thighs.
"Your body, it drives you mad with desire. Seeing it this way, touching yourself, makes you tingly and warm. Makes you start to crave other things. Pushing further than before. Pushing further than you have before."
Jake lost control, completely overwhelmed by the multitude of feelings. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, and her quiet gasps became moans. There was no resistance left; he was enthralled by the overwhelming sensations his touch elicited.
"Go ahead, stand, explore yourself" The man commanded.
Jake's petite form rose from the cold, damp concrete floor. Still swaying and shifting seductively as she squeezed her thighs tightly, Jake saw herself in the cracked mirror as if for the first time. She gazed at her new body, feeling every curve, every soft inch of it. There was only admiration now, no ounce of hatred for the changes or disgust with how they affected his new thoughts.
"So sexy, such a tease, so horny," a voice whispered in her ear, hot breath tickling her neck as a hand worked its way to the front of his shorts. At first Jake recoiled, but this all felt too good to resist.
"Mhhmmmm," she felt his mind plead, her voice breathy, barely above a whisper. The hand gripped tighter, pressing her shorts flush against his skin. She groaned as she felt wet against the man's hand. So right. A tingling sensation caused the warm glow to deepen and grow throughout his body. She arched her back, shivers racking her body.
"And that voice, so breathy, so sensual. Every word makes you sound like you were built for pleasing men. Because that's what you are. Built for pleasing men." The man whispered in her ear again
"Ooooh," Jake moaned, suddenly stunned by the shift in her voice.
It was gentle, enchanting, airy, even softer than before. She smiled, feeling the overwhelming joy of her voice, another wave of pleasure running through her.
Turning back to the man, the realization still reverberating in her head, a satisfied expression formed on her face. Jake knew this was who she was meant to be.
Jake went over to the man, falling to her knees. She nuzzled her face against his inner thigh, moaning in pure ecstasy and pleasure.
"That's it, beautiful. Now don't disappoint."
Jake unfastened his belt and then pulled at his zipper, feeling an indescribable ache forming deep inside herself.
What little was left of her previous anger and revulsion faded away. It was all replaced with total and complete desire. Her feminine awakening had led her to this moment, and the realization was breathtaking. Looking down at the man's hardening cock, Jake wanted nothing more than for him use her body.
This was his destiny; this is what she had been made for.
Unable to contain her excitement, her mind and body ached for more pleasure. Jake took the man's cock deep into her throat and began sucking. Her eyes rolled back with elation, blissful tears falling from her eyelids. She grabbed the base and began slowly stroking, moaning as she thought in her head, 'I belong to him now. I'm a slave to the pleasure. Please keep using me.'
There was no more conscious thought, only desire and a fulfilling surrender. Her past seemed to melt away, and as far as Jake was concerned, this would last forever. The conflict faded, and that spark of an old identity was put out completely. There was only this. Only submission.
The man thrust deeper into her throat, tightening his grip on Jake's hair.
"Yes, slut," he muttered, "You're so lucky I found you."
The words set off a whirlwind of sexual fervor that infected every corner of Jake's mind.
She was rewarded with her new purpose. She was perfect. She had to please.
Jake's eyes flicked up, taking in his master. He was perfection. That certainty filled his mind, the collar reinforcing every new thought and action, ensuring she would obey every command he was given. She couldn't help but adore him.
The man let out an intense groan as he shot load after load down Jakes welcoming throat. Every drop he swallowed forced him further under the mindless control of the collar.
"Wow, and I didn't even have to ask you to do that!" The man laughed.
Jake giggled, "I know! I couldn't help myself!" Seeing the pleasure it brought him, Jake smirked and licked her lips,
"Fuck you're yummy," she lied, purring with content as she saw the intense desire forming within him from her words alone.
The man pointed his index finger straight up as if to imply a good idea. "You know, that mouth is something special, truly crafted for sucking cock"
The man extended his finger to Jakes now plumper limps, the pressure of the mans thumb caused a cascade of pleasure, erupting from her thick lips like a small orgasm. Jake's eyesl rolled back as she dropped her mouth open, sticking out her tongue out to show her master exactly how he could use her mouth.
She leaned forward and began suckling the extended fingers, putting force into her sucking, licking, and slurping as best she could. She felt the man's rough fingers rub against his tongue as she twirled it expertly, the ripples and waves of pleasure unceasing.
Then without a word she felt the fingers slide deep into her throat, and he worked her mouth with its full power. She tightened her lips around them and looked up into her masters face, awaiting his next command.
"Such talent" He praised Jake, releasing his fingers with a pop, "I think you will enjoy your new position."
Jake looked confused, "Ummm, new.... position?" She asked, her voice lilting upwards at the end.
"Why yes," the man replied as he zipped up his pants, "I can't keep you to myself, now can I? No, no no... Far too much potential. I think East Side Eddies could use a girl like you, and I think you'll enjoy working right here."
Jake felt the warmth spread across her face as he began to put it together. Looking to where the man was gesturing, there was an empty suspicious looking stall, with a single hole cut out in the side.
"You don't mean..." She felt spurned, "But I-, I don't think I could-" She stumbled over her words nervously.
"Oh, you will. You will do anything I ask, in any way I ask, because you want to. You need to. This," He grabbed her firmly by the jaw, speaking directly into her face, "This what you live for now. Just think about it." The man looked at her with a firm, penetrating gaze.
Jake could picture it perfectly. Kneeling on the cold tile floor, her fingers thrust inside herself, cumming to the sounds of the deep groans from the other side. A cock thrust deep in her throat as it pulsed... Pounded.. Exploded. Cum erupting onto her face and dripping from her pouting lips. The warm glow suddenly intensified, making her light headed and loopy.
Jakes pussy ached, "Yesss," She hissed, the need impossible to ignore. It would fill her with such a warm feeling inside. So good...
"That a girl!" He laughed, "Now you mentioned something about friends outside, think they'll come looking for you?"
Jake stiffened a bit. In all the craziness she had forgotten that she did, in fact, have people who knew her, could find her, would recognize her... And not as the beauty she was right now. Oh shit, what was she going to tell them.
Her body heat rushed to her cheeks as she nodded.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of it. You just hop into that stall, and lock the door behind you."
'Of course!' Jake thought dreamily, nodding obediently. She strutted into the stall, wiggling her sexy body before her master, waving her fingertips as she locked the door. She turned around and sank into position, kneeling before the mysterious hole. She waited there for quite a while, but she didn't feel bored or upset. Instead, a sense of anticipation filled her core. A desire, a wanting, a nervous energy to please anyone on the other end.
It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, but she started dripping with anticipation. Her shorts were soaked, but she couldn't touch herself yet. It would be so much better when she was using her mouth. She had to wait. Drool formed on her lips as she continuosly licked it away, savoring the feeling of her tongue on her pouty lips.
"Jake?" A nervous voice called out.
Fuck, she thought, as a tingle erupted in her core. That was one of her friends... Mike. ... What... What was he doing in here?
"Jake? Come on man, some dude told me you went in here and never came out. What gives dude?"
A giggle escaped Jakes lips... Soft... melodious, airy, nothing like his original voice. She slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Is someone in here?" Mike asked, "Oh dude, no way. You pick up a girl while you were here?"
Jake's heart stopped as he heard Mike enter the adjacent stall.
"Jake?" Mike asked, confused. He locked the door behind him.
"No Jake here." Jake purred, "Just me"
Jakes heart pounded as a sliver of shame trickled down her back, and at the same time an ecstatic shiver radiated from between her legs. She tried desperately to hold still, keeping her pussy from humping the gritty stall walls.
"And who's me," Mike teased, flirtatiously.
"Why don't you find out," She egged him on. Mike eagerly adjusted his belt and zipper. Jake could hear the frantic rustling through the stall. Almost without warning, a large cock popped through the opening, partially erect. It took all her control not to ravage it immediately.
'Slow. Start slow,' she thought to herself. Slipping her tongue out, she flittered it softly, teasing, tantalizing, gently pushing against the tip. Mike released a loud exhale. A sign of approval.
With a broad stroke, she licked Mike's entire length. Within seconds he was fully erect. Fuck, she thought. Mike was blessed. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and let them suck in. Mike let out an animalistic moan. Jakes voice swirled in her head, 'Yes, moans mean praise. Let me hear them.' It continued as she rolled her tongue and sucked his cock, an indescribable blend of control and vulnerability.
A dizzying overload of euphoria flowed from her fingertips to her very core as she forced two fingers deep inside her pussy, fingers that curled, eager to seek pleasure inside the warm, wet heat between her legs. Jake let out a soft moan as her fingers slipped deeper inside him, rolling her hips, attempting to press deeper in swaying motion.
Pleasing this boy was all she could focus on. She took him deep into her throat, feeling him slide in so easily. His hot length filled her completely, and she bobbed rhythmically along his girth. Mike was uncontrollable now, his groaning intensifying as he reached his climax. With a deafening moan, he exploded into her mouth, coating the back of her throat with his thick, wet cream. Jakes eyes rolled back as she came herself, the sensation forcing her to shudder and shake. She drank in all of his essence, cum dripping from her lips onto her chest as she moaning loudly and licking his shaft for every last drop. She caressed her now slick and exposed breasts, as she giggled softly. This was her future, she could do this every day.
"Damn, that was amazing," Mike said, his words muffled by the stall walls.
"Mhmmm," Jake answered, licking her lips clean. Every word bounced around her head, echoing, taunting.
Mike awkwardly zipped his pants back up, "Can I, uh, can I ask you a question?"
"Uh huh," She uttered, her brain not operating under her own command.
"Did a guy named Jake come in here?" Mike asked.
Jake giggled, "Sure did."
Comments
Isabelle Violet
Thank you!
Danny Fey
I think these are written really well. I hope you do more in the future.
