Weed Transformation

John’s dealer James always wore a leather jacket, his big septum ring intimidated John. James was always cordial and sometimes gave John a bit more weed than he paid for. Despite how nice James was to John, John couldn't shake the feeling that James was the spider and he was the fly.

John had run out of weed again, he was pretty much constantly stoned, only stopping to go to work and earn more money for more weed. After a quick call John was rushing over to James’ place to pick up some more.

James opened the door, the smell of fresh weed and smoke so strong John almost felt stoned again. James was wearing full leathers with boots and muir cap, now James looked not just intimidating, but something seeing James in full leathers excited John.

“Hi” John said timidly.

“So how much do you want?” James asked.

“Erm, a couple of ounces?” again John's words timid and apologetic

“That’ll be 200 quid then” James said while giving John a warm smile, he could tell he was nervous, again.

John reached for his wallet, not there, then his phone, also not there, he was so excited to pick up he only had his house keys on him.

“Oh, shit, erm, I don’t have any money on me” John said quietly.

“That's ok, dont worry about it, how about you have a smoke with me and come back tomorrow?” James motioned towards the living room, his leathers creaking.

“Really?! Yeah ok” John was nervous but the creaking of James’ leather and how badly he wanted a smoke gave him the courage to stay.

“Great, go sit down, I just need to go grab a few things” James grinned.

John sat down, in the living room, he hadn’t been in the living room before, always too scared to go any further than James' hallway and into his house. He noticed a few large weed plants and lots of leather gear, gas mask bongs and restraints.

James came back into the room smoking a cigar and carrying a bag of weed.  He grabbed a gas mask bong and sat down next to John. John slowly succumbed to the smell of James’ leathers and cigar, making his cock swell. John wasn’t sure why he suddenly found James so attractive and was getting lost in kinky thoughts about James.

“Stoned already?” James asked while chuckling

“Huh, no erm, I like your leathers, they are pretty cool” John said dreamily.

James put his arm around John and drew him closer blowing his cigar smoke in his face.

“Good, what do you think about my boots?” James said, his cheerful demeanor turning a bit more dominant as he started rubbing John's cock through his clothes.

“Huff, I really like them.” John said, his cock getting hard.

“Good boy, why don't you lick Sir's boots while I load this bong?” James said.

“Yes sir” John replied as he got to his knees and started licking. John had fantasised about this sort of thing happening to him for a while and the intimidation he felt was turning into adoration.

It took James a few minutes to load the bong, in the meantime John’s cock had gotten fully hard and James' boots were very clean.

“Boy, time for a smoke” James said, blowing cigar smoke down at John.

John got back on the sofa and James gave him a big smoky cigar kiss then secured the gas mask over John's head.  James lit the bowl and ordered John to suck, he removed the bowl and the smoke entered John.

John soon realized that this was stronger than the weed he usually smoked, he almost passed out but instead his thoughts focused on James. He had become totally in thrall, he wanted to please him, to be his.

James was smoking a joint, John could tell how much he was enjoying it.

“How are you feeling boy?” James asked

“Good sir” John moaned into the mask.

“Do you want to make sir happy? Have another hit” James lit the bong.

This hit felt even stronger than the first.

“You want to make sir happy don’t you, you want me to look after you”

“Yes sir” a dreamy muffled response through the mask.

“Good boy, have another hit” James ordered.

This hit felt like it paralyzed John, he couldn’t move his legs or arms and his vision started to go green.

“Another hit boy” James ordered

John tried to say “Yes sir” but nothing came out, he inhaled the smoke.

“I’ll look after you boy, you’ll make me happy, you might even make me some money” chuckled James.

John smiled as James removed the gas mask hood and cuffed his hands. John looked down at his body, his cock leaked, but his feet and hands had turned green and crystals had begun to grow on his skin.  James grabbed the cuffs and led John to another room full of large weed plants, all secured to the ceiling, James secured John's cuffed hands in the same way and after a few minutes of James reading John's cock John started to moan in pleasure. 

"Ok boy, cum for sir" James said as he blew cigar smoke into John's face.

As soon as John came he lost consciousness, but remained standing, his arms secured to the ceiling.

A few days later John woke, he had totally lost track of time, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate, he could only remember the warmth of the light and the moisture of the room.

A few weeks later it was time to harvest, James prepared John and put some of him in a bong bowl.

As James lit the bowl, John began to feel lighter and free, James sucked on the bong drawing the smoke though the bong water into the tube. 

John's excitement grew, he felt clean, eager to be pulled into Sir's lungs. James inhaled the smoke deep, as the smoke was slowly absorbed into his lungs John's consciousness tingled sending waves of pleasure into everything he now was.

All that was left of John thanked Sir as his consciousness faded out.

James started to pack another bowl, which woke John from his blissful oblivion.

"Please sir smoke me again" John pleaded to himself.

While James lit the bowl and almost as if James could read John's mind he said

"Good boy" and inhaled.