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Not making a booking at a hotel in London comes at a cost, in more ways than one as Steve discovered.

A few days in a big city would be fun he thought, he didn't count on various conferences and events filling most of the decent hotels; leaving Steve with little option than to check into a run down but fairly tidy looking place off a side street in the west end.

The room was clean at least, the guy on check-in was a bit weird with the way he eyed Steve as he walked to the lift, almost like he was checking him out. Maybe he was tired and stressed with the frantic search for a room at this point in the day.

As the lift doors closed Steve watched the guy speaking quietly on the phone while making eye contact and smirking...maybe he was a weirdo, who cares as long as he stayed out of my way thought Steve.

It wasn't long before the hot shower hit his skin, bringing him to life and washing away the stress of the day. Steve's attention was snapped back to reality by what sounded like a knock at the door, certainly loud enough to focus his attention. He stepped from the shower, wrapped a towel around him and went to the door. It was check-in guy making sure he was settled in ok and offering Steve some maps on various bars and attractions; Steve felt self conscious as the guy eyed his half naked body still dripping from the shower.

The heavy sound of thumping music filled the hallway as they spoke, Steve commented that it better not be that loud all night and maybe the guy should talk to his new neighbours about restoring some peace. Grinning, the guy said he would have a word, but Steve wasn't confident !

By the time he was dressed and ready to his the big city, the thumping music has escalated, dressed in his skinny jeans and muscle tee he pulled on his boots and made for the door; he would have to sort this himself he thought. Several times he hammered on the door with the eventual arrival of this waisted looking dude in leather pants and a Mohawk, Steve was taken back by the tattoos and the guys piercings; the smell of weed drifting into the hallway nearly knocked Steve off his feet....Yeah, said the guy ?

The noise Mate, Steve struggled to get out, its a bit much, can you keep it down a bit. A face appeared at the side of the guy in leather pants, a huge bear of a man of what was obviously Tom of Finland looking bloke, Steve had been to enough sex shops to know what he was looking at now. Why don't you come in and join the party for a while the bear growled, Steve started to back away finding his exit blocked by check-in guy...It wasn't a fair fight as they descended on Steve like a pack of animals, the darkened room rushing at Steve as he struggled to break free. The last sound he heard was the door slamming behind him as the group of guys dragged him kicking and screaming into what seemed like a dingy night club with pounding music and dim lights. The bear bloke moved in swiftly with some sort of mask placing it over Steve's face, everything suddenly going foggy and his legs giving way. Panicked he breathed in a fuelled concoction adding to his demise, unable to fight off the assault Steve fell into a dark fug and crumpled to the floor.... 

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Noise Control Part 2

Steve's eyes snapped open, his mind scrambling to comprehend time and space. Immediately aware of restricted movement panic started to rise and his heart beat increased to an out of control rate.

Faces came into view as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, grinning faces; leering at him and his predicament.  

"Good" he heard through what were obviously earbuds lodged in so that every breath and word could be heard as Steve attempted to struggle, which was becoming apparent a waste of energy. His jaw ached from some sort of device that held his mouth open and the hood or mask was firmly in place his body rigid with the straps that made it impossible to move.

The deep growl of the bear's voice fill his head "so glad to see you're back with us" 

"Now, if you focus on the mirror directly above you, you can see how things are going to develop and don't bother trying to fight it...acceptance will be better for you in the long run"

Laughter echoed in Steve's head, tears filling his eyes and his breathing escalated out of control. Movement caught his eye as the Mohawk guy stepped into view, a bitter taste of something entering Steve's mouth, unable to restrict the flow, a warm stinging sensation flowed down his throat and his futile gagging and choking attempted to fight the flow.

Within minutes a floating sensation began...he had no control but was fully aware of the scene unfolding around him. "Get him ready" growled the bear as the mohawk stepped forward showing Steve through the mirror a series of tubes. His eyes widened as he saw black rubber gloves manipulating his dick then the feeling of something going into his piss-slit...for what seemed like ages the force of the tube made its way up Steve's shaft with the chorus of laughter echoing through his head.

"Keep Breathing like that son and it will make it so much easier for us to take what we need" more fumes filled the mask causing a rise and fall of his chest, Steve's mind now reeling at the feeling of his body no longer being his own, fingers began probing his hole...losing control he could do nothing but take the assault with the penetration increasing by the minute. "this one's tight" he heard as the jeering and laughter rang out in his head.

Through the drug fuelled haze he became aware of searing pain as something  forced its way into his ass, his rapid breathing and whimpering assisting his demise as his lungs filled carrying him further away from and cognitive ability to resist or fight. His body spasmed as the intruding plug found its way home; grunting and sobbing he lay still his defences weakening as the bears  face came into view.

"Let me explain how life is going to be from now on" smirked the bear.

"Eventually you will lose all abilities and control of your mind and body...it may take some time, but we have plenty of that"

"so fight it if you want, but it will make your transformation all the sweeter, I own your shitter, your piss is for cleaning you out and your body is about to become an entertainment device for my clients, so fight all you want; some will pay extra for that sort of thing"

Steve sobbed and attempted to cry out as the pressure building in his ass became too much to deal with...it wouldn't be long before he descended into a gibbering, slobbering sack of meat for the entertainment of others...

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