Erasing Master Kyle

James studied Matty carefully, his gaze cool and appraising. "Matty," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "We've decided that your former owner's influence must be erased.

The collar and chastity device will be replaced, and the markings will be covered with something more suitable for your new status," James informed Matty.

"Understood, Master," he replied, his voice trembling. “Anything to please you Master.”

Matty quietly agreed, his voice trembling slightly.

Master James looked at Matty intensely for a moment, considering the best course of action.

"Very well, Matty," he said, his voice holding a hint of steel. "We will remove the collar and chastity device immediately. We will replace them with something more appropriate for your position as our devoted ****."

Matty nodded vigorously, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears. "Yes, Master," he said, his voice a mere whisper.

Master James nodded, his gaze never wavering from Matty's supine form. "Bring the replacement collar and chastity device," he instructed Jeremy, Tyler, and Jacob.

The three men exchanged glances, their expressions hardening with determination. They knew that Matty was theirs now, and they would do everything in their power to ensure his complete submission.

Jeremy retrieved the items from a nearby drawer, his gaze never leaving Matty's **** form. The new collar was a sleek silver affair, adorned with intricate engravings that sparkled in the light. It was electronically locked, ensuring that it could only be removed by one of his masters using a digital key. The new chastity device was a tiny metal cage, designed to reduce Matty's cock to a tiny nub, rendering him incapable of achieving an erection and making it appear as if he barely had a cock at all. 

This was an essential part of Matty's reformation process. It served as a constant reminder of his subservience and his lack of masculinity.

"Matty," Master James said, his voice firm and commanding. "Hold still."

Master James commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Matty trembled, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the master reach for a pair of bolt cutters. The tool's sharp, cold metal glinted in the dim light of the office, casting ominous shadows over the room. Master James gripped the handles tightly, his knuckles whitening with strain. With a swift motion, he clamped the jaws of the cutters around the lock securing Matty's old collar.

Matty groaned softly, his eyes widening in pain as the master applied pressure to the cutter. The metal groaned in protest, straining against the **** exerted upon it. With a sickening snap, the lock gave way, the collar falling loose from Matty's neck. The master discarded the old collar, his gaze fixed on the new one he held in his hand.

He reached out and gently slid the new collar around Matty's neck, positioning it correctly before pressing a button on a remote control. The collar clicked shut, securing itself tightly around Matty's neck. A faint hum emanated from the collar, signaling that it was activated and ready to serve its purpose. "Look into my eyes."

Matty did as he was told, his gaze meeting the master's piercing blue eyes. The master held his gaze, a look of determination painted across his face.

He pressed a button on the remote control, activating the new collars electronic interface. A gentle hum filled the air, and Matty felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through his veins. A screen projected from the collar, displaying a series of options for customization. "Choose your name, Matty," the master said, his voice deep and commanding. "Something that reflects your new identity, something that represents your commitment to serving us."

Matty's eyes darted between the master and the screen, his mind racing with possible names.

He was unsure what to choose, afraid that he might make a mistake that would upset his new masters. The master's gaze bored into him, his eyes sparkling with expectation.

"I-I..." Matty stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "I cannot decide, Master. Please help me."

Master James smiled, his gaze softening for a brief moment. "It's alright, Matty," he said, his voice comforting. "If you like we can make the decision for you but you would have to live with whatever we chose." Master James suggested, his gaze boring into Matty's eyes.

Matty swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y-yes, Master," he stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "Please choose for me."

The master nodded, his gaze never wavering from Matty's pleading eyes. "Very well, Matty," he said, his voice deep and commanding. “From now on you will be known as Jessie.”

Master James declared, his tone authoritative and final. He then typed the name into the interface projected from Jessie’s collar, making it official. 

The name change wasn't merely cosmetic; it symbolised a shift in his identity, a transformation from Matty to Jessie, a transition from an owned sissy boyfriend to a completely subjugated ****. The change was also an official legal name change which meant that the contracts Kyle held over Matty were no longer effective as Matty didn’t exist anymore, which made way for James and his sons to officially step in as Jessie’s new Masters and Owners. 

James leaned down over Jessie, his eyes glittering with power. "Remember, Jessie," he intoned, his voice deep and commanding. "You belong to us now. We can do anything we want with you. And you will love every second of it."

Jessie nodded weakly, his throat tightening with suppressed emotion. "Yes, Master," he croaked, his voice hoarse with fear and desire. "I belong to you."

A cruel smile played across James' lips, his gaze burning with lust as he surveyed Jessie's **** form.

"Now, Jessie," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Let's see what we can do about this."

James reached for a pair of pliers, his gaze never wavering from Jessie's pleading eyes. The pliers' sharp, cold metal glinted in the light, casting ominous shadows over the room. James gripped the handles tightly, his knuckles whitening with strain. With a swift motion, he clamped the jaws of the pliers around the lock securing Jessie's old chastity cage.

Jessie groaned softly, his eyes widening in pain as James applied pressure to the pliers. With a sickening snap, the lock gave way, the cage falling loose from Jessie's body.

Master James discarded the old cage, his gaze fixed on the new one he held in his hand. He reached out and gently slid the new chastity device around Jessie's flaccid shrunken cock, positioning it correctly before pressing a button on a remote control. The cage clicked shut, securing itself tightly around Jessie's genitals leaving nothing more than an insignificant nub. A faint hum emanated from the cage, signalling that it was activated and ready to serve its purpose.

The hum grew louder, filling the space around Jessie with an electric buzz. He felt his cock stir uncomfortably within the confines of the device, reacting to the sensation despite his attempts to suppress it.

"There you go Jessie, nice and snug as it should be." Master James said, his voice filled with delight. "Now just one more thing."

With a deft movement, the master produced a syringe from his pocket, the needle gleaming menacingly in the light. Jessie's eyes widened in alarm, his heart pounding in his chest.

"W-what is that, Master?" he stammered, his voice cracking nervously.

Master James smiled, his gaze burning with lust and amusement. "This, Jessie," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Is a syringe filled with a potent concoction of testosterone blockers and oestrogen."

Jessie gasped, his eyes darting between the master and the syringe. "W-why?" he stammered, his voice trembling. "Why do you need to inject me with that?"

Master James chuckled, his gaze never wavering from Jessie's pleading eyes. "Because, Jessie," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "We want to help you become more than just a sissy in what you wear but in who you are, this will help your femininity blossom like never before Jessie."

Jessie swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

"No, Master," he pleaded, his voice weak and fearful. "Please don't do this to me." "Oh, it's too late for that, Jessie," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "You’re ours now, you don’t get a choice in these decisions anymore, that’s what giving up your freedom really means, your last owner Kyle was pathetic, he let you call the shots while pretending to be in control, but with us things are different, we are actually in control Jessie and you are nothing more than our ****." To really drive his point home Master James injected the contents of the syringe into Jessie before he could protest any further.