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ROADMASTERS-PT 2

by ShavedLeather

None of the three were wearing the bandana’s they’d always worn before and all three of them had Mohawk haircuts-all the same color as was all the hair on Randy’s body. Hanks’ Mohawk appeared to be about 6 inches tall and in the back the hair was brushed into a soft cascade of hair that reached almost to his beltline. Bruno’s hair was almost as tall but without any tail in the back, while Slugs Mohawk was less than a half inch tall. Aside from their Mohawk haircuts and eyebrows it seemed there wasn’t another hair on any of their bodies.

“Randy boy, all we’ve heard from you since first meeting up is how you’re out on these roadways searching for a new way of living life.” continued Hank who was definitely the ringleader of the group. “We like you and have decided to make you a part of our crew, regardless. There may be times you will think you hate us for the changes that are going to be made to your body and within head but when it’s all over you’ll thank us in ways you can’t even conceive right now.”
“Oh, a couple things more. There ain’t no antidote for the change in your hair color. As long as you live and have hair on your body it’s going to stay as it is now, that’s one of the secrets of our home brew. Two, we’ve elected you our crew mascot: you’ll be one of us but always different. You’re now a part of the crew but as our newest, and lowest ranking bro, you will recognize all other Brothers as your superiors; me specifically. You’ll be my bunk mate and buddy rider, your fat boy now belongs to the crew - as our mascot you’ll not be entitled to ride your own bike as do other men. One more thing boy, there ain’t no females in this Crew. We’re all men here and we all know how to bring pleasure to our brothers. We’re what you and your old friends would have called queers. You’re about to become one too.”

Randy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Blue Green hair for life! A “mascot”! And a queer! “No way, he kept telling himself. This isn’t the new way of living I had planned.”

A man (Bro?) Randy had not seen before suddenly approached carrying a large hypodermic needle. Like the others this man too had blue-green hair eyebrows but his head was shaved. He punctured Randy’s right bicep with the needle. No sooner had the liquid he injected begun to flow threw Randy’s body then his vision became blurred and he seemed to be entering some type of dream state. Before totally losing consciousness it looked like at least another ten or so men dressed exactly has had been the one with the needle came into view pushing various forms of trays on rolling stands. “Is this some type of operating room?”

Randy lost all track of time, but it seemed he sometimes regained some form of awareness from time to time. Each time he did he seemed to be surrounded by a series of mirrored panels which showed a man strapped inside a metal frame that was looking less and less the normal human man but at the same time make his dick spring a raging hard-on. Sometimes he was sure he could hear low level sounds inside his head but it seemed to stop there, the area itself was almost always eerily quiet.

Awakening one more time Randy realized he wasn’t suspended within some frame but was lying on a bed with rubber sheets and a leather encased pillow. “Why does the smell of these materials made my dick go hard?” thought Randy. The area in which the bed was housed was totally dark so Randy had no idea how much time had passed but he knew he was free to move about the space. His body was still sore but in a good way, as if he’d just finished a hard game of soccer with his buds and was high on victory adrenaline. Pacing about the room one thing Randy could tell was he was wearing some type of heavy boot that was laced tightly to just below his knees. Also he seemed to be dressed in some form of tight fitting latex pants.

Without warming a door in the opposite wall opened and light flooded into the room from the outer space. Silhouetted within the door was a man Randy knew had to be Hank. Without a second thought Randy knelt on the floor beside his bed, placed his forehead on the floor and crossed his hands behind his back. The man he knew to be Hank entered without saying a word, reached down and opened some form of zipper embedded in the latex pants covering Randy’s lower body and shoved his big dick firmly inside Randy’s virgin ass. “Why does this feel so good, so right?” wondered Randy as Hank began to pump his dick harder and faster into Randy’s ass hole. Hank certainly knew what he was doing as not only was Randy’s dick fighting to achieve full mast within the latex pants, his tits were aching (why did they feel so heavy?) and he was dripping sweat from all parts of his body and within the latex pants before he finally felt the force of Hank’s powerful ejaculation flood into his ass cavity. “Damn, what a wonderful feeling” thought Randy.

Exhausted from the extended fuck session Hank collapsed onto the rubber padded floor and pulled Randy close to this body and into his big arms. After laying intertwined for what seemed a long time to Randy, Hank began to move and said “Come on boy, it’s time you meet the new you.”

With Hank leading him Randy exited the dark room and stepped inside a circle of mirrored panels. The reflection that greeted him caused him to go weak in the knees.

Randy’s entire body was void of all body hair except for his eyebrows which had been trimmed to a thin line above each eye when originally they had been full and bushy. The only other hair he could see was a one inch wide strip of hair that ran from his neck down hia chest and inside the lime green latex pants he was now wearing. The pants fit so tightly and accentuated every curve and crevice of his body he felt he would have been more covered had he been naked. Something about the lime green color and the fit of the tights made Randy feel very vulnerable. A prominent bright blue zipper extended from the front waist band down between the legs and up the back over his ass to the waistband in back. (“That’s how Hank had so easily gained access to fuck me earlier” thought Randy.)

Looking back at his head Randy realized what he had first thought was a short Mohawk haircut was actually a two inch wide strip of blue outline in green and yellow tattooed from what had been his front hairline down the back and onto his neck in the rear. His lips were tattooed a bright blue and like the stripe extending down his head they too were outlined in green and yellow. A row of silver rings pierced his lower lip and matched the large ring suspended from his nose. “A ring… in my nose?”

The steel band that encircled his neck seemed to be the same as he’d first felt when suspended within the iron framework and certainly looked to be part of his permanent ‘apparel’, as did the two huge rings piercing each of his tits. What most surprised Randy was the elaborate tattooing that now extended across both shoulders, down both arms to below his elbows and onto his pecs and upper back. All the outlining was black and they were filled in the now expected shades of blue, green and yellow. Had the colors used been shades of red and orange anyone seeing Randy would automatically have thought of flame tattoos. Looking at one of the mirrors that showed his back reflection he saw the same pattern extended up from his ass in back, well above the waist line of his latex pants.

Seeing his right hand Randy realized the same crest that was on Hank, Bruno and Slug’s left hand was now on the top of his right hand extending from knuckles to wrist and could never be covered unless he were wearing gloves. The design extended up to and around his wrist, but where on the others it had formed a solid black band with each of their names engraved within, his band was actually a series a wide chains that appeared to be real they were so well executed.

The real shocker for Randy was in realizing the Old English style lettering at least eight inches tall that spelled “R-I-N-G-E-R” across his stomach on either side of his ‘chest Mohawk’ as he was coming to think of the strip of hair extending down his chest and stomach. “Who, or what, is a Ringer” thought Randy. Again Randy’s attention was drawn to the mirror showing his backside, with some difficulty he determined the lettering across his lower back, just above the flames extending from his latex jeans read “ROADMASTER Property.” Both words were in the same lettering style as was RINGER with ROADMASTER in an arch and Property nested under the arch.

As if reading his mind Hank again spoke: “We figured with your desire to start living a different life you needed a new name to go along with that life. During your time “at rest” you signed all the necessary papers for your name to be changed legally to Ringer Randall; the former Randy Stanton is no more. Note the “r r” over your right tit”. Even though Ringer, ne Randy, had missed it in his first body review, sure enough two lower case “r’s” back-to-back were tattooed in black above his right ringed tit.

“Now for some explanation and some rules” stated Hank. “Only founding members of our Crew are permitted hair on their heads as have Bruno, Slug and I; all other members must keep their heads shaved at all times. As our new Mascot you’re required to show our colors of of blue, green and yellow at all times so that’s why your head now has those colors tattooed in a racing stripe. You’re eyebrows have been allowed to remain but have been narrowed and reshaped into something more appropriate to our Mascot; still a man but one who has been substantially modified, both in appearance and in mindset.”

“ When allowed clothing the most you will ever are the lime green latex tights and boots as you now do. For road trips we had a special lime green and blue two piece riding suit made for you which will protect you while riding. The boots you are now wearing have ten pound weights built into the soles and heels, in time the weights will be increased to force additional lower body development before we continue with your tattooing. Also Ringer, you can expect that each active Crew brother will add his own personal brand/tattoo to you body after he has personally inducted you into the Crew”.

“You were so self involved with your own problems Ringer, you never bothered to ask any of our full names I‘m Hank Randall, you‘re not only the Mascot of the Roadmasters, you‘re officially and legally my boy.”

Blasting across the deserted interstate highway on his inaugural run in his new lime green leather riding suit, his head protect by the bright blue helmet with lime green and yellow flames flowing down the sides from the blackened visor with his arms tightly wrapped around Daddy Hank, Ringer knew he had found the life he had been seeking. While it was nothing like the one he would have picked for himself, the hardness of his dick inside the tight leather riding breeches told him Hank and the other brothers of the Crew had been right in all the changes they have forced upon him. He couldn’t wait to wrap his now blue lips around Daddy Hank’s cock, receive Daddy’s golden fluids and thank him again for knowing best.

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