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My New Life With Eric (5-7)

by Greetz

My New Life With Eric Parts 5-7 By Greetz

part five

This morning, during my daily ritual, something strange happened when I looked into the mirror. I just couldn't stand the way my hair looked. Not my body hair because I didn't have any, never had; perhaps when I'm a grown up too, I will have body hair. I had always loved my chestnut straight brown hair. Especially how it sometimes hung over my eyes, like a little curtain. But today I couldn't see the attraction of it. It was too much hassle to clean and comb it. I, or rather Eric, made a mental note that I had to go fix the hair problem today. A buzz cut would do nicely. I could have it done at a barbershop today and buy electric clippers so I could do it myself in the future. Immediately I checked my wallet to see if I had enough allowance left to do all that stuff. Wow! So many banknotes; I had a lot of money. Oh, then I remembered that I had to get rid of these ridiculous clothes I had been wearing all this time. Eric had probably given me some extra money to buy some new stuff. I was really exited about being allowed to buy my own clothes! All that money. I got ready to as fast as I could so I could go down town.

To save some money I went to a second hand store and an army surplus and bought most clothes I wanted. I bought a pair of old faded jeans, a pair of bleached jeans and two tartan shirts. To get the looks of those shirts just right I tore of the sleeves. That was so much better. Not only were they more comfortable but you could see my arms much better. No shame in showing your muscle, was there now? At the army surplus store I bought a pair of army boots, camouflage pants, which I liked so much I wore out of the store. When I saw my reflection in a shop window I really liked what I saw, a big muscle hunk wearing black army boots, camouflage army pants and a tartan shirt where the sleeves had been torn off. The hair just didn't fit that image. I had to take care of that. I went to the first barber I could think of. It took a while before it was my turn. In the mean time I instinctively picked a newspaper from a stack of magazines. It was the quality paper that I always read, not that I had a subscription, I never needed one. I always left the house for work before the paper would arrive. I read it at the office where there was a selection of quality papers. I started to read, but I couldn't concentrate on the words. I really didn't understand much about what they were talking about. There were a lot of difficult words, so I just resorted to watching the photos and reading the cartoon. Ah, it was my turn. "H-h-ello, I'd like to have a-a-a buzz-c-c-ut. Please sir" I said. The man asked me what crop I wanted. "C-c-rop?" I asked him? Why was everything so complicated. After explaining it to me as if I were a child I decided to have a zero-crop. "Why not g-g-o all the w-w-ay?" I said to the man who wasn't even interested in me any more. Wow! I looked hot!

After all the fuss in those shops with money and explaining what I wanted I wasn't feeling too good before I had my hair done. But now I was feeling a lot more confident. I felt like I even walked different. Not just with more confidence but I walked more like one of those bad guys, the gangster type. I remembered the little note that Eric had given me yesterday. Boy there were so many things that I had to do today. I went to the address on the note. It was a tattoo and piercing studio. "But why?" I wondered. I had passed some in the past, but they looked really okay, this one looked barely legitimate. I wanted to turn around but I couldn't control my body, I was definitely going in. I handed the little note to the tiny man behind the counter. "He, Johnno!" He yelled without moving his head "the freak is here!" Who was he talking about? What freak. Ha, I bet he was just jealous of my muscle, who in his right mind wouldn't be? From behind a curtain a big fat man emerged, covered in tattoos and he also had a lot of metal sticking through his flesh at various places. "Hey there little man" he said with a very friendly smile on his face, while winking to the tiny man who was now sitting on a chair in the corner holding some kind of magazine. "Eric was tellin me you'd pay us a visit, and here you are. Splendid." He motioned me to follow him. He asked if I would like some lemonade or a soft drink of some sort. "L-l-emonade please sir" "Good lad. Just sit down in that chair and I'll be back in a jiffy."

I had a good look around. Boy was this a scary place, very dimly lit, pictures of dragons and Japanese figures all over the grubby walls. The place was only lit by the lamp that was hanging right above my head. There was even a moth circling it. I really didn't want to be here, but Eric told me that I had to. Apparently he had even talked to this, this Johnno person. I was contemplating the idea of getting out of the, what looked like a dentist chair when J-man returned with a glass of lemonade. "Here y'go laddie" he said handing me the glass. I emptied the glass in one go. "Funny" I said. "What's that laddie?" "Oh nothing" It must have been my imagination but that lemonade tasted just like Eric's special tea. The J-man told me to relax and think of something that I really liked. That wasn't difficult at all. I thought about my dreams last night. My dreams filled with images of me on the Honda wearing my Dainese and sporting the fantastic, the fantastic, "Tattoo" I said out loud. "Course and a few extra things" J-man said. I felt completely relaxed. Of course I had to visit this place. I was getting my tribal tattoo. The whizzing sound of the tattoo needle made me zone out and fall into some kind of half sleep.

The slap in my face brought me right back to the real world. "We're done!" he said "at least for now." I looked at my arms and could see the outline of the tribal. "But it's n-n-ot even finished yet" I said a bit disappointed. "Listen little man, I've been working on this for 4 hours and this is you get for now! Next week we'll start filling in some of the colours. So shut the fuck up!" I looked at the outline again and smiled, I was going to look fantastic. "That's much better." J-man said. "Now just you sit and wait for the missus for you next treat." I couldn't imagine what my next treat would be. I didn't have to wait long for the woman to arrive. She entered from the same curtain J-man had just disappeared behind. The woman, her name was Jenny. "Just call me Jen, love" she said when she handed me the glass of lemonade. Boy was I thirsty. "Look, this is a surprise from Eric. He has contacted me and given me instructions about his present for you." She said to me with a smile as if she was talking to a 6 year old. "Wow!" I thought, a present. Cool! "Because you've been such a good boy" she said talking the empty glass from me and putting it next to the other one on a dirty stool. "Be right back" I couldn't wait. What would this present be? Had I really been such a good boy? Eric is soo sweet. I couldn't believe my luck. A present for me? Way cool!

When Jen entered the little cube shaped room again she was carrying a silver plate with a glass cover over it. In the grubby room it looked like a big oblong diamond. When she put it down on a little tray next to the chair I could see all kinds of medical things. Needles too. The needles were a lot different from the ones I used every morning. They had a strange shape and were much bigger. There were also other things on the tray. Rings and stuff. "Now this is going to hurt a bit. Normally we only do one at a time, but Eric told me you are a very big boy and he assured me that you can handle it." Had he really told you those things about me? Wow! I was really happy and ready for whatever was to follow. She disinfected a part of my left eyebrow and stuck a needle in. After that she took one of the rings from the silver tray and fumbled a bit. And then she repeated the whole thing. She immediately proceeded to the next spots that was to be pierced. I never dreamt of getting pierced. That was for a different class of people altogether. "Right all done" she said holding a mirror in front of my face. "Wow!" I cried. "Yep, it's a very special present indeed". I had two rings through my left eyebrow, each of my earlobes had a little silver tube running through them and I had a ring through my nose; like a bull in cartoons. I wanted to pull the ring through my nose but Jen grabbed my hand before I could reach it. "That's not a good idea little man. The piercings will have to heal before you can handle them like that." She gave me a leaflet with all kinds of instructions on how to make sure the piercings healed well. She demonstrated it for me so I would understand what to do. "Right, just sit there for a few minutes to relax and then you can leave. I guess we'll see you a lot in the future when Johnno will finish your tattoo."

When I got outside again it was already dark. I was so happy. At last I was wearing clothes that suited me better and that looked good. I had the outline of my tattoo and the piercings were just too fab! I looked like the meanest boy of the block! I started to feel like the meanest boy on the block and adjusted my walk accordingly. I was miles away with my thoughts when my mobile rang. It was Eric, he asked if I liked his present. I told him I was so happy, I was over the moon. I really felt excited. "Have J-man and Jen been nice to you, little man?" I told him the whole story. About how scary it all looked at first and about the tiny man sitting on the chair in the corner. About the nice lemonade and how complicated taking care of the piercings was. "You have paid good attention when Jen explained, I hope" Eric said. "Of course, she demonstrated it for me so I would not forget." Eric told me he had another surprise for me. I would get it tomorrow morning during my morning ritual. end of part five

My New Life With Eric part six

I had the wildest dreams last night. The whole affaire in the tattoo shop replayed over and over in my head. Every detail of the gloomy place was like a little diamond the shone through the filth and dust of the rat hole. In my dreams I could hear the whizzing sound of the tattoo needles, it was hypnotic. The relaxing whizzing sound gradually turned into something aggressive and unpleasant. It sounded familiar somehow but it was very distant. Then Jen stood before me and yelled "Wake UP!! You little fucker!". With that I sat up straight in my bed. If you can call it that. Lately I started to realise that I really didn't need much of the furniture that I used to have. After having discarded all the nick knacks and all that stupid decorative stuff, I started chucking out most of the furniture. What I called bed was actually just a towel on the floor. Of course the towel didn't make things more comfortable but it indicated what my designated place to sleep was. Apart from that towel the room was empty. I had my clothes, the army pants, my army boots, the tartan shirt, some Adidas track pants and an Umbro England shirt, on a little heap in the corner. The other clothes I used to own I burnt together with most of the furniture. What a sight that was. The clothes I wore yesterday before I went to the army surplus store I just dumped somewhere.

My heart was beating fast, Jen really shook me up with her yell. After a few seconds I realised the strange sound in my dream, it was the alarm clock. I pulled the plug to make it shut up, what a fucking noise! I decided to chuck it out of the window. "Who n-n-needs them a-a-a-ny way?" I said to myself. As I walked through the empty house naked I felt some kind of itch in my right hand, I couldn't place it. I tried to focus on the feeling and see what caused it but I couldn't figure it out. I also had difficulty to breath, it was as if there was something missing in the air, I wasn't getting the right kind of oxygen or something. Weird. In the kitchen I went through my morning ritual, shots and protein.

I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, treat my body hair with the paste that Eric gave me a while ago and clean Eric's dick. When I passed the mirror it was as if I had seen someone else in a glance. That was weird, there's no one else in the house or is there? I let the water flow over my body, I was really getting big now wasn't I? I was getting as big as the professional guys. Eric told me that was because I was being such a good boy and took all my medication every morning. I smiled. I like it when Eric says I'm a good boy. I turned of the water and grabbed a towel. I walked over to the mirror to inspect my facial hair and almost got a heart attack.

"What the FUCK!! What the Fuck?!" I looked into the mirror and saw someone else's face. Or more precise, my face but something had happened to it. I had been molested! "Christ!" It was as if my mind was put into a different body. I looked down but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then I looked into the mirror again and saw the other version of me. That me didn't have hair, had piercings and somehow looked younger. I could even see a part of a tattoo flowing from my shoulders and back onto my pecs "Chirst!" my pecs were HUGE. When I looked down to inspect them I really didn't see anything strange. It was just me.

I felt weird. What was happening? I felt a panic coming up real fast. I steadied myself holding the wash basin and slowly raised my head again to face the mirror. I had my eyes closed. I took a deep breath and opened them. There he was again, that stranger that looked like me but wasn't really me. Or was he? I tried to control my breathing, calm my thoughts and try to figure out what was happening. I looked so intensely different. I really didn't want to think about it too much but a strange thought started forming in the back of my mind. I examined my face again. The smoothness made me look so much younger. It was strange to see that there was no facial hair at all, not even stubble. I used to have very heavy beard growth but now there wasn't a single trace of a beard anywhere. It was as if someone had been treating my face with depilatory cream or something. I touched my face and it really felt smooth like a boy's skin.

And what about the piercings? That ring through my nose looked really stupid! It made me look like a moron. Who did that to me? I started fumbling trying to get it out of there but I couldn't. My arms raised themselves to bring my hands to the offending piece but once they got there there was nothing they could do, as if they were paralysed. I tried as hard as I could but I was unable to remove them. Same thing happened when I tried to remove the rings from my eyebrow. I couldn't even get my hands close to the silver tubes from my earlobes. In utter frustration I looked down to my feet and strangely felt completely at ease. I could feel something was going on because my heart was racing but I still felt as if everything was normal.

Until I looked into the mirror again. It all came back to me again. The thought in my mind was getting clearer and clearer however slowly. It was as if I hadn't used it in a while and it had to get rebooted or something. In a strange way that emptiness in my head felt good, I have always been someone to think about things way too much. I wanted to see the rest of my body and I realised that I needed to see things through a mirror in order to realise what was going on. I ripped the mirror from the wall and used it to have a look at my body. Christ almighty! My body was huge! Just like I always wanted it. I got hard looking at my own body, that had never happened to me before. Wow! I looked really hot!

However hot I looked, I couldn't figure out what had happened. Why did I look like this? How did I get this big? When and why did I get the tattoos and the peircings? Where had all my body hair gone? So many questions. I decided to put the mirror back in it's place and try to find the answers.

The moment I looked away from the mirror I felt very relaxed, like I always do. No worries and no stress, life was simple for a boy like me. I did feel as if something had happened but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I got dressed, I couldn't be bothered to wash my clothes the other day. Anyway I would have had to do that by hand as I had chucked out the washing machine. I put on my army pants and my England shirt. I got the shirt one size too small so it would show every ripple of my abs, the outline of my pecs and my nipples. I really liked that. I looked hot! Getting dressed I got a bit tired from breathing, something was definitely wrong with the air. I found it hard to breath.

On my way to the gym I hoped breathing would get better, but it only did some marginally. I really have to ask Eric about this. Perhaps he'll sent me to a doctor? I had never had this before. Despite my strange breathing problem I had a fantastic workout, as ever. There were several guys who checked me out. One guy even tried to come on to me, I think, by complimenting me on my peircings and how great the tattoo would look once finished. I really liked the guy but I could hardly understand what he was talking about. I could tell he got annoyed by my stuttering and started to make fun of me in a way that I couldn't understand but I knew he was making fun of me. In the end I felt like I could cry, I didn't because I'm a big boy, I really wished Eric was here to end all this.

After my workout I showered and left the gym. I didn't have anywhere to go really. There was nothing at my house, most of my former friends thought I'd gone mad or I was pulling their leg. Whatever they thought, it was all one big joke to them and didn't really like to see me anymore. So I just hung out I guess. Somewhere close to the mall. I just leaned against one of the walls there drinking beer from a bottle. Checking out some of the other guys that hung out there. Most of them just skaters and some white trash. I really thought they looked cool, wouldn't it be fun if I could be friends with them? Then again, they were probably much older than me, they had stubble in on there faces so they weren't boys anymore like me.

When the big hand of the clock was on the seven and the little hand on the twelve I knew I was allowed to go to Eric's place. I would have to wait another hour before he'd actually be home, but I was allowed to wait outside his door. I really didn't mind waiting for him, being on his doorstep was so much better than hanging out in the mall.

I told Eric about my day. About the strange guy in the mirror. Eric told me that he did that to have some fun. I really didn't understand. "How do you mean 'fun'" I asked him. "Well that guy you see in the mirror is you, only when you see yourself through a mirror your mind will snap back to the way it was before you met me. Though I'm not sure whether I will erase this post hypnotic suggestion or not". I still didn't understand. So Eric explained to me that I used to be a completely different person. I used to be a grown up with a good job and responsibilities. He told me that he had no use of such a person. He wanted a nice dumb, dependent and extremely muscular boy to satisfy his fantasy. A muscle hunk who would be at a complete loss on his own. A dumb fuck boy who would do anything he wanted. I must have looked as if I really didn't understand because Eric said that he was just making that up. "You're a good boy" he said. I smiled again.

Eric reached for a beautiful wooden box on the table, a box that I had never seen before. When he opened it he took out a big cigar. I just watched he every move in adoration. Eric was so beautiful, I was such a lucky boy. Eric went through a whole ritual before actually lighting the cigar. I really didn't expect is so I was very surprised when Eric blew out the smoke in my face. At first I wanted to get away from the smoke, but then I realised that I could breath so much easier. "Ah, I see you like it when I blow the smoke in your face." All I could do was smile and nod, it was such a relieve after a whole day of having difficulty breathing. "Let me tell you a secret," Eric said. "normal air really doesn't do it for you anymore. You need air with my cigar smoke in it. It really needs to be MY cigar smoke, anybody else's just doesn't do it for you. Whenever you're not breathing air with my cigar smoke you're breathing is more difficult than normal, except in the gym. You can however alleviate the breathing problem by smoking cigarettes, the more you smoke them, the easier your breathing will be. I wouldn't be surprised when you end up smoking one cigarette after another. Still, remember that I will not have you smoke those things in my presence. I can't stand the darn things." end of part six

My New Life With Eric part seven

I really loved how my boy was taking shape. I couldn't believe my luck when I met him in the train about a year ago now. He used to be quite a nice intelligent and ambitious guy. Now all he wanted was to please me. In fact that was about all he could. I had dumbed him down so much he sometimes seemed like an eight year old. His writing was horrible, one spelling mistake after another and I had made sure he could not count beyond twelve. I thought it would be a nice touch to make it twelve instead of ten. That way he could keep track of his reps in the gym.

The collection of photos I have of him are fantastic! I commissioned a professional photographer to take regular pictures of him. Posed pictures and pictures of him in 'the wild' so to say. I had taken up the idea to have them published in a nice limited edition book. I figured they would fetch a good price on some of the ultra fetish sites on the net. The first picture was boy in the first week I took over his life, boy was still a man at that time. I had boy photographed in boy's suit and tie. Boy looked like a real cool business dude. Young, powerful and ambitious. As my conditioning was taking over his consciousness and later still parts of his unconsciousness, boy really started to LOOK dumber too. I just loved the detail shots of his tattooed biceps and shoulders, the detail shots of his plucked and pierced eyebrows and of course the ultra horny pictures of him looking like the ultimate dumb bodybuilder sticking out his pierced tongue while offering his PA-ed dick to the camera. It was almost impossible to think they were the same person if you hadn't seen all the other stages in between. My muscle boy sure turned out the way I wanted him to!

The pictures of him in the wild were exciting too, but also a bit depressing. They were shots of him hanging around in malls, parking lots, bored senseless. Pictures of him on the building site I had him enrol as a labourer. All he was capable of was carrying stuff and getting loads of sand and stuff in a wheelbarrow from point a to b. He looked hot in his torn workman's pants, steel nosed boots and filthy torn (formerly) white t-shirt that showed off his tattoos on the spots it was soaked with his sweat. The pictures of him cruising for customers when I had him into the playing field believing, or rather knowing, he was a male prostitute who sucked cock for next to nothing. Those were the more depressing pictures. I really didn't like my boy go through that kind of stuff too much. His expression on those pictures was more morose than dumb. In all of the pictures though, he had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Those lips were a different story altogether. I had his lips enhanced with the latest kind of silicone. They were much fuller now and perpetually inviting to any cock.

At one point I had given him the post hypnotic suggestion that whenever he would see himself in the mirror he'd see himself though his own eyes, he'd be able to return to his old self. I had set up a small room with mirrored walls in the apartment next to mine (I'll get to that a bit later) and had a few video cameras shoot the scene that occurred when I send boy into that room. You could see the shock and horror on his face. He tried to remove his piercings and even tried to remove his tattoos with a wet finger. It was so fascinating how his initial shock and horror turned into unlimited fascination. It was obvious he loved the way he looked. He flexed all his muscles and looked at himself from every angle he possibly could. And sure enough he started playing with his dick. I'm sure it was larger that he remembered as I had instructed boy to apply a pumping device every other day. Applying more vacuum suction to his dick every week. Though an extremely slow process his dick had gotten a bit larger and thicker in the end.

He played with is dick like a madman fascinated by his own image like Narcissus on steroids. He was insatiable. My biggest surprise came when he started licking his own cum off the mirrors every time his dick had exploded. I really don't know where that came from, perhaps it was a post hypnotic suggestion that lingered in his brain somewhere and had miraculously surfaced during his moments of ultimate ecstasy. I decided to let boy relive that love for his looks in his every day life. He sure was aware of his great looks, but in a charming shy way

After about half a year into his new life I decided to move boy in with me permanently. Not in my apartment of course but in the smaller apartment next to me. I was able to buy it of the woman who used to live there when her husband died and she wanted to move to the country. The mirrored room is now boy's private gym. His gains have so much improved since he works out at the private gym. Though he still has to go to the other gym once a week if only to suffer the humiliation he gets from the guys who work out there. There is also a typical boys room, an eight year old's room that is. With toys, nice childish bedcovers on the bunk beds and silly posters on the walls (jean-claude van damme, T2, Honda's, etc.). This is where he takes his friends.

The other rooms in boy's apartment are the typical rooms for a slave boy. Just concrete nothing much else. He sleeps in his cage and shits in a 'hole in the floor'. Whenever he's in his slave rooms or when he's scared or very nervous in public he pisses his pants forgetting to go to the little boys room. This provides him with an endless supply of humiliating moments, especially as he drinks at least three litres of water a day. When he's in his boy's room, working out, in my apartment or under special instruction, he will remember to go to the little boys room.. As there were some times when I'd let him remember his former self he felt really bad about the situation and about me having done all that to him. So I decided to let him simply forget about his former self permanently. As far as he would ever know, now and in the future, he has always been a dumb fuck boy with a obsession for gaining lean muscle mass. The only jobs he's ever had were jobs for uneducated thugs at building sites, garbage processing plants and the like.

That is before I 'rescued' him from that life. He's now my personal muscle slave, he does everything and anything I ask of him. Always smiling and always thankful for being allowed to please me. During the day, when I'm out, he does all the house duties wearing only his leather harness. I really wonder what the postman thinks every time he has to deliver a package and sees this muscle stud wearing nothing but a few leather bands open the door and sign for the package. I sometimes have private parties where unlimited sex is the goal. I always have a nice role for boy, he's always the centrepiece of the room. Sometimes I have him dressed up in ridiculous clothes, sometimes a perfect naked Greek statue and other times I have him work out. At one point in the evening he will always present himself to everyone who doesn't seem to be interested in him. Of course everybody simply wants to fuck muscle boy but if you pretend you're absolutely not interested boy will beg you to have your dick in inside him, sometimes even two.

I do have to admit that I have had a lot of fun with my dumb muscle boy. But of course everything has to end. I had to travel again to take care of family business around the world. Not that my relatives suddenly approved of me but they needed my expertise to get some international deals done. So I had to start travelling around the world and basically live in hotels and out of suitcases. I wasn't really looking forward to it but I knew it would provide me with loads of new opportunities. I thought it might be a fun idea to have boy travel with me as my bodyguard looking all mean, tough and professional during the day and return to his muscular slut boy self during the night or on command. It would have been fun, but just not very practical.

I had to make a decision for boy, I could make him forget all about me and leave him to his own, very diminished, devices but that would be too cruel even for me, he could get his old personality back and keep the body, that would be okay I guess, but in the end I decided that he would remember me as the person who saved him from the homeless life in the gutter he was leading as a man whore, the person who inspired him to start working out and was to thank for his fantastic physique, the one who introduced him to that erotic gay porn flic studio in Berlin where he is now one of the dumbest but also most popular star in their muscle worship/s&m series. That way I could still enjoy him every now and then, just make sure to be visiting his shooting location a few times a year, he'd have a pleasant memory of me and he'd be happy about his new life and of course I would get a nice percentage of every film he is in as I sort of 'licensed' him to that studio.

I did visit boy on location several times, every time he was so delirious about seeing me again. I was pleased to see that he had made some friends in the industry. He loved to show me the clandestine videos he and his colleagues shot at some after work sex parties. He was going to get his own muscle worship video, he was really moving up and I was getting more money from the studio than I had anticipated. Boy never knew of course and why should he. He was happy as long as he could work out, get fucked senseless and be treated like the eight year old he really was. Every time we said goodbye I blew some cigar smoke in his face which always made him come immediately.

I do miss him sometimes but I'm sure I'll find another subject for some new experiments.

The End

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