<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Edruber on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/edruber/</link><description>Recent content in Edruber on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/edruber/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Almost Gender Change Experiment</title><link>/stories/2015/04/15/the-almost-gender-change-experiment/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/15/the-almost-gender-change-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was 66 years old, worried about the inactive Hep virus I contracted during a transfusion while in the Air Force which became activated, when I was kidnapped and forced into a medical experiment that changed me into another completely different and younger object of sexual pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At age 66, the last thing in my mind was sex. The sudden Hep B attack 6 years ago, had eaten away over a quarter of my liver, and the fact that my days on this earth where few, just surviving each day was uppermost in my mind. I kept exercising by bicycling 3 to 5 miles every day, which was becoming almost impossible due to my deteriorating health. It was a beautiful perfect day in Key Largo, Florida, temperature was 72 degrees, and the sun was shining. I was not feeling well so I decided to go for the shorter route of 3 miles on the Bicycle. This route was on a one way narrow road near the water in the back streets. I was in a kind of deserted area when I heard a vehicle coming behind me and slowed down making me apprehensive not to lose my balance, I tried to look to the side however, someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside a van making me land on a large mattress. It was so quick that by the time I realized where I was, a plastic mask was placed over my mouth and nose and a man’s voice said; &amp;ldquo;Just keep calm and breathe deeply&amp;rdquo;. I did and passed out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Voyage of Submission</title><link>/stories/2014/11/02/voyage-of-submission/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/02/voyage-of-submission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was 24 years old, with a 2 year failed marriage because of premature ejaculation. A friend’s yacht turned me into a latex gay submissive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After my divorce, I was very skeptical of having sex with woman, because I was afraid of not being able to perform properly and be shamed into acquiring a reputation of sexual inadequate. I spent the next 2 years alone, masturbating, going to xx book stores and putting a front to friends but, when it came to going to bed with someone, I always found an excuse to cancel. I needed release of some kind and started going to video booths with the glory holes for such. For some reason the idea of putting a dick in my mouth and sucking it, started to appeal to me and I also started playing with my nipples and imagining being penetrated analy. But my principals did not permit such deviations from my born gender. It had to stay as my private secret. I was a dental technician and enjoyed having a couple of beers at a local lounge near my apartment complex. One Friday night, the lounge was busier than usual and a guy in his fifties started a very friendly conversation and for some reason we became very friendly quickly. I bought a few rounds, and then he insisted in buying for the rest of the night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slaves Fair</title><link>/stories/2014/10/11/slaves-fair/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/11/slaves-fair/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was 20 years old male, blond, blue eyes, 5’10’’ drugged, kidnapped, prepared, and forced through the gay sex slave fair changing me from a heterosexual to a full gay cumhold feminized rubber lover homosexual.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although I was a normal male heterosexual, I did have some fantasies about being grabbed from behind and being forced against another body restraining my arms and ability to have a choice of reaction. I had no idea why and this fantasy had nothing to do with being penetrated anally. After everything happened and I was released, during the therapy, I discovered that when I was a boy 6 or 7 years of age, I was in a school yard playing with boys 12 and 14 which had no interest in playing with me other then getting a sexual feel by telling me that I had to run but, once they got me they would bounce me in front of them with my butt against them for at least 10 times. These games went on for the whole school year and I was bounced hundreds of times. It became a favorite game for me. At that age, I had no sexual knowledge to comprehend the reason for their behavior, but, I was very happy that they accepted me and played with me. Subconsciously this remained with me and fueled this unexplainable fantasy that I did not completely understand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Innocently Incarcerated &amp; Transformed</title><link>/stories/2014/03/07/innocently-incarcerated-transformed/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/07/innocently-incarcerated-transformed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could not understand how I could be on my way to a correctional facility with out a conviction or trial. But the truth is, I did not have to understand. I was taken and on the way of being transformed into a money sex machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As a young 22 year old I was not the picture of masculinity but, I had green eyes a very smooth skin scarce body hair and a larger then usual butt, hips and breasts which I always hid with oversize clothing. I was not gay, it just happened to be the consequences of hormones in the milk when I was growing up. I always had excuses from participating in gym activities and sports when in school because of the possibility of being exposed.
I had medical treatment however the problem was only partially corrected and I was told that was as far as I was going to be helped.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Innocently Incarcerated &amp; Transformed 2</title><link>/stories/2014/03/07/innocently-incarcerated-transformed-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/07/innocently-incarcerated-transformed-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="innocentlyincarceratedtransformed.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sound asleep when something or someone was moving me around but, waking up like this I was sure I was home and wondered who and what was bothering me. As I was fighting off the intruder I received a hard stinging wack of a belt on my ass and I woke up real fast coming to realize of where I was and what was happening. He undid the belt on the leather shorts, pulled it down, pulled the plug out of my ass and slowly pushed a larger one in. This time it took a lot less time for the pain to go away and the pleasurable throbbing to start.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ship's Pleasure 2</title><link>/stories/2010/03/13/the-ships-pleasure-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/13/the-ships-pleasure-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ships_pleasure1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ship&amp;rsquo;s Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was beginning to wake up, my body ached all over, I was hot one minute and had the chills the next. I looked around and began to remember that I was in my slave&amp;rsquo;s cell and what I had turned in to then I saw a Doctor taking my blood pressure and realized he was the enema guy, the one that forcibly took my virginity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House of Servitude 2: House of Torment</title><link>/stories/2010/02/04/house-of-servitude-2-house-of-torment/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/04/house-of-servitude-2-house-of-torment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="houseofservitude.html"&gt;parts 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: House of Torment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I arrived at the hotel, in style limousine delivered, everything was as promised, beautiful modern suite, large remote control tv., Remote controls where the latest thing, they gave me the keys of the new ford and the registration in my name, I felt affluent rich intelligent executive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The staff treated me as if I was important and for just a little while I believed it myself, but once I got to sit in the plush sofa in the foyer of my suite all alone, I realized that I was nothing more than a male prostitute and not a very good one at that, my rectum was very painful and throbbing, my nipples where swollen, my dignity and self respect completely shattered, and I was afraid to look in the mirror and regurgitate at the sight of my face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House of Servitude</title><link>/stories/2010/01/04/house-of-servitude/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/01/04/house-of-servitude/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the end of summer in New Jersey I was 17 years old and very unhappy with my life, because for the last two years, my parents had left the country due to my father’s work contract overseas. They left me with my aunt and uncle to avoid disturbing my school schedule however, life with them was unbearable and I decided to run away and make my own arrangements. I packed the few belongings I had, drew the $875.00 I had saved from part time job out of the bank, purchased an airline ticket to Miami Fl.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ship's Pleasure</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-ships-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-ships-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I was a pre-teen, we lived in Porto Rico for 5 years because of Dad&amp;rsquo;s work, and Mom believed that lots of milk should be a part of every child&amp;rsquo;s diet so; my sisters and I had to absorb a lot of the white liquid. In those days the fact that female hormones where given to cows for better and more quality and quantity of dairy products, was not noticed by the appropriate government departments, this caused an irreversible effect in many children such as, 6 or 7 year old girls developing breasts prematurely and the same was happening to boys which affected my physiological appearance I developed breasts that could almost qualify as female, my skin was smooth and my body hair was very thin plus, my buttocks where rounder and my hips wider than they should be however, I was a boy mentally and practically physically.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>