My room mate quit on me this abruptly, leaving me all high and dry. This was bad news. I can't afford the rent all on my own. I needed a new room mate to help pay the rent so I advertised for a new room mate.

The guy who answered the ad was a real hot cute college jock with black hair and black eyes. We hit it off almost immediately and so I decided to let him move in, I could tell it was going to be a great friendship. I was grateful I found one so suitable so soon, nobody else called after he came.

My room mate was a great guy, very friendly, and very fun. He liked wearing minimal clothing when he was in the house and I couldn't help but notice his spectacular body, so chiselled, so defined, so sculpted, and the silver chain around his neck which he always wore and never took off. On the chain were two shiny dogtags, but I never got to see them up close, I assumed he had a thing for military stuff, he certainly had the bod and built of an army guy. He was always clad in boxers, sometimes briefs, and once or twice, just jocks. I had no objections, I was straight but I wasn't above admiring a guy's hot bod when it came down to that.

He was a very good room mate, much better than my previous one, who was noisy and untidy. He was a little untidy, but at least he tried to tidy up and brought back food to share while my previous room mate only knew how to eat up the food I brought back, he occasionally helped out with the house hold chores when I cleaned house.

We agreed that we'd do our own laundry but later, I offered to wash his clothes for him because he took a heavier course than I did in college. He was really thankful for that and thanked me profusely.

I started tidying his desk too, straightening up the stuff there, it was easy for me I guess, being tidy came naturally to me. He didn't mind in the least that I touched his personal stuff, he was quite grateful, in fact, and told me that I was the best room mate he'd had in a while.

One day, when I was cleaning his desk and straightening up his things for him, I noticed this little interesting little statue on his desk. It must have been there since he moved in but I didn't notice it. It was about eleven inches high and it was a detailed statue of a guy. The artist had put in a great deal of effort, the statue was so detailed it even had eye brows and small lines on its skin, like veins.

It must have been modelled after a body builder, I thought. I tried to imagine the figure if it was life size, it would be huge, in mass, that is, bigger than my room mate, I think.

The realistic figure was mounted on a pedestal, a squarish block of some kind. It was also silver, the same silver as the figurine was made off. It had a silver plaque of dull silver stuck to it on which the words "The Best Room Mate Award" were scribed in shiny silver letters.... no, that wasn't it.... I took a closer look. It read "Best Room Mate Ever".

It looked like a trophy of some kind, maybe someone had given it to my current room mate for being the best room mate by a former room mate of his. I set the statue back and thought nothing more of it.

I cleaned up the entire apartment that day, I'd nothing to do, and always wanted to keep busy. The entire apartment was spotless when my room mate came back, he was surprised and grateful and he told me that I really was the best room mate he ever had.

I was very pleased and flattered with his praise and smiled my smile, people have always called my smile rather boyish. I guess it must be so because many people have said it. I wanted to answer but I found myself utterly frozen in place. I could not move, I stared at him, still smiling that boyish smile of mine. I should be screaming.... panicking.... yelling.... but I wasn't. In fact, I didn't feel like doing those things at all. Being immoblized felt strangely.... good.... that was the only way to describe it.

He says that I really am the best room he had, ever. I remember the inscription on the plaque I found, the little trophy on the desk. He tells me to wait and not go where and strangely, I feel very much compelled to obey.

He returns with a pair of scissors and wearing nothing but a pair of jocks. A pair of dog tags on a silver chain were the only other things he was wearing. He slowly snips all my clothing off. I let him do this, not wondering why, not resist, not struggling, not even wanting to. It feels so right to let him do this, nothing could be more right. I feel so peaceful.

My clothing finally falls to shreds, I stand naked before my muscled room mate looks at me, and feels my tight, lean body. I am a runner and I have the body of one, lean and trim and compact with little body fat, a tight stomach with a perfect six pack, and I am naturally smooth.

My room mate whispers softly in my ear that he's going to give me a reward for being such a good room mate, he strokes my semi flaccid cock as he says this. It feels very good, I have never been stroked by a guy before as I am straight, but the contact felt good and I enjoyed it. He says that I have a very nice body as he strokes and plays with me. I felt very pleased that he found my body attractive too.

I get this weird descending feeling suddenly, like I'm going down an elevator or something, I feel a breeze on my body, as if I am falling rapidly. My feet remain on the floor, it is strange. Everything is getting bigger and bigger, my eyes travel involuntarily down my room mate's flawless body. Its me, I realize, I'm shrinking.

As I shrink, my room mate picks me up and sets me on his desk, facing the silver statue on a pedestal. I continue to shrink until I am the same size as the statue. I understand now, I am going on that pedestal, I'm his best room mate ever. The trophy wasn't given by his room mates to him, it was made by him out of his room mates.

Now that I'm on the same scale as the trophy, I notice how beautiful and perfect he is, just like me, only I'm lean and compact. The silver stud even had a set of cock and balls, tastefully arranged at his crotch. I can see myself reflected in its surface. I look weird due to the uneveness of the surface, but I could see my own expression in the statue's massive pecs. I looked please and happy, my expression still frozen in place, but now, I'm pleased and happy that I am my room mate's best room mate ever.

My room mate lifts the statue up with one hand, it comes away easily from the pedestal which stays behind, on the desk. It is empty now, it seems strange and incomplete without a statue on it. My room mate turns my entire body around with his other hand so that I face him. He steps back a little so that he I can see all of him.

I notice that my room mate has stripped now, I can see his entire body.. He is beautiful. I have never seen him all the way naked before, or looked so closely. I could not do anything else, I could only look at him, I could not move my eyes or my head or my body.

I watch as he easily crumples up the figure from the trophy in his hand. It gives easily, as if it was made of silly putty and it is so shiny, like quick silver. He squeezes and remoulds it with all his strength, I can see his arm muscles flex and move and he slowly starts to prespire, covering his body in an erotic sheen of sweat. He stretches and compresses the former trophy figure. I felt no dismay as I watched him do this.

Finally, he stops and does some deft hand movements which I can't see due to my angle of viewing but when he stops, he holds up something for me to see. It is a silver ring, too big to fit on his fingers. I wonder where it would go.

He brings the ring down to his impressive cock and balls. Slowly, he eased one of his large balls through it, and then the other. He then pushes his cock through the ring and it fits snugly around his cock and balls. It is a cock ring, I have read about these things, but I never though I would see one being made and put on under such circumstances.

He chuckles as he adjusts the ring. He says that it was his former room mate, a really good one, and now, he will be an object for the rest of his days. He turns to face me, looking at me. He tells me that I am very lucky because he didn't do this to just anyone.... only the best room mates, like me.

As he speaks, he lifts me up again and continues talking. He says that I needn't worry, that he was alive and aware. He obviously referred to the former trophy figure, now a cock ring around my room mate's cock and balls. My room mate says that he's and very very aware that he's now a cock ring for the rest of his days. He pats his cock ring as he says it, and addressed the cock ring, asking the cock ring what it felt. The ring did not reply, which did not surprise me.

Now, he tells me that it is time for me to take my place of honour as his new Best Room Mate Ever. He sets me down on the pedestal. I feel so good and happy that he has chosen to put me on this pedestal. Already, it feels very comfortable and familiar, like I have been standing for it for years and years instead of just a few seconds. I feel so good and happy.

He opens his drawer and takes out a vial of silver paint and a brush. He uncorks the vial and dips the brush into it. He starts to paint me with the silver. It is strange, the silver does not stick to the brush and I tingle after I am painted with it. He paints my feet first and they tingle pleasantly, and in some way that I do not know how, I feel myself bonding with the silver pedestal that I stand on. It is becoming a part of me and I am becoming a part of it.

He gradually coats my body with the silver, I can feel myself transforming where the silver touched. I am turning into solid silver. Gradually, my flesh and bones and cells and sinews are being transformed into silver, solid, pure, refined silver.

My room mate completes painting me and seconds after that, I, too complete my transformation into a statue. He paints my head last, the transformation is exquisite, but it is nothing compared to the pleasure I felt after my transformation was complete. I am now a trophy, standing proudly on my pedestal, my reward for being a good room mate. I no longer breath or move, I am part of a beautiful trophy commemorating what I did over the past few months.

I can still see, though, and I can still hear. And after my transformation into silver, I can 'see' the former shape of the guy that is now my room mate's cock ring. He is a hot muscular dude, very beautiful, curled up and remoulded into a cock ring. I can see his distorted body, wrapped around my room mate's cock, it is so beautiful, so deeply arousing, what my room mate has done to him and what he has become.

My room mate takes a seat in the chair and now the silver chain and dog tags come into view. I can 'see' that the silver chain and dog tags were former guys too, all remoulded into silver objects. The silver chain is a slim guy, the sort of guy whose physique comes from natural metabolism rather than exercise. One of the dog tags is also a slim guy, the other a guy with a bigger built but still smaller than the new cock ring and my room mate. Its strange that I can see what they look like before even though one two of them had clearly been flattened into small, rectangular pieces, their bodies shurnk down and flattened into dog tags, held together by another former living man, transformed into a silver chain.

Before I can look any more, he strokes my cock and I immediately experience an intense orgasm which is strange, I am no longer organic, I should not feel this, but I do. It is so intense, so much more intense then when I was made of flesh. Wave after wave of pleaure rushes through me, I must have blanked out for a second because when I awaken, my room mate and maker is standing again. I can no longer see the chain and dog tags, but I can see the silver cock ring again.

He lifts me up, completely, with the pedestal, and brings me up close to his face. It is enormous. It fills my entire line of sight, my entire vision. He tells me to enjoy my tenture as his trophy, that I have earned it. He says that I have no more worries now, I am just a trophy, and object, and for the rest of my days. I will be his, completely, body and mind.

I am so aroused and so happy when I hear this. There is nothing more that I could want. He looks at me, strokes my body, sending countless orgasms through me, and then sets me down on his desk again, leaving me to enjoy my new existance as a statue and trophy.

My life was simple as a statue. I didn't miss my former existance at all. My former room mate and now my Maker and Master tells me that he's reported me to the police as missing and that when the hue and cry blowes over, he will sell my stuff off and use the money he gets to pay the rent for the place. I was glad he had found some use for my stuff and he could make some money out of this.

He made my apartment all the way his in the coming months and I watched as my things were removed. I felt no regret, I did not need them any more, clothing, furniture, all these were completely unneccessary. I am a silver trophy, an object resting on my Master's desk, I had need of nothing else.

I am alone most of the time but I am not lonely, a trophy did not get lonely, trophies were alone most of the time and it was normal. I was very glad when my Master did his work at his desk though, because I liked the feeling of my Master being near me. I felt very warm all over and it was nice, like I could feel the raw heat radiating off his powerful body. He remains all the way naked now that I am no longer his room mate who might object to him exposing himself like this, but an object on his desk. I get to see and admire him in his full, naked glory, just like he gets to see and admire my body.

He polishes me and the other silvery objects every day. He always polishes me first, using the same paint from the vial. The paint supply seems to be inexhaustable, I have never seen him adding new paint to the vial. It is evidentally also a polish, maybe it is both. My body feels fantastic when he polishes me and often, the intensity of the pleasure almost renders me unconscious, but it never happens. I am conscious all the time now, I have not slept since my transformation, figurines did not need to sleep, that was something I learnt very soon after my transformation. He always rubs and cleans me carefully, he speaks to me lovingly as he polishes me, telling me what a good room mate I have been and how this is my reward, to be transformed into a beautiful object in his collection. He also likes to tell me how beautiful I am and that he wouldn't let me tarnish. I am glad, I like remaining a shiny silver to please him.

He also takes off all the objects and lay them on a piece of black cloth on the table when he polishes them, after he is done with me, of course. It is like he wants me to see what happens to them. They look so beautiful on the black cloth which looks almost like velvet. He polishes them one at a time, and I am given the honour of watching him. He speaks to them too, as he polishes them, but I cannot hear. Maybe my ears are not as good as they were before now that I am completely made of solid silver.

I saw the dog tags up close once or twice. I notice they have names on them, but no numbers, as proper dog tags did, and that the names were different. And they're not my Master's name or part of his name. I guess they must be the names of the guys who were the dog tags but I had no way of confirming this. I wonder if my name will appear if my Master chooses to turn me into a dog tag but that is a long way away as my Master would need to find a room mate better than me before someone will replace me on my pedestal. That was fine by me, I am happy where I am.

I also wonder how the other guys felt as objects on our Master's body, none of them resembled humans any more, the last vestige of their humanity stripped away when our Master changed them into objects. Their bodies had either been flattened out, like the dog tags, or stretched out like the chain, or compressed like the cock ring and be worn right next to his warm, taunt, skin and muscled body.

He moved house not long after, he seemed to enjoy moving house and getting new rooms. Even after he stopped studying and matured, he continued to move house and I saw many new rooms, my Master's many new room mates. Some of his room mates noticed me and asked about me. My Master always gave his usual reply, that I was a momento of his best room mate, that I was very unique and special... not to mention that I was made of his best room mate.... but that was something he never told anyone of course.

He had a room mate that was particularly good looking and very friendly and helpful. Like me, he cleaned up my Master's desk, tidied up his stuff, and even handled me once or twice. I was not too comfortable with being handled by someone other than my Master, they might drop me accidentally or leave their fingerprints all over me and give my Master a hard time later on. My Master did not seem to mind though, and I gradually got used to it too.

Often, he would make my Master's bed, change his bed sheets and bring in new clothing. My Master wore proper shirts now, he used to wear T-shirts which did not require much ironing and he ironed them himself when I was his room mate.... but his shirts now required ironing and it seemed that his new room mate was doing the ironing for him too.

My Master comes in one day as his room mate is setting down the laundry basket. I hear my Master say something to my room mate. His room mate smiles. My Master says something again and then strips, exposing himself completely from head to toe. He gets a pair of scissors from the drawers in the desk I am resting on and proceeds to cut away the guy's clothing. He has a nice build, not defined, not toned, boyish in a sort of way, but very attractive in its own way.

That must be his best room mate ever now, I realized. I watched as the guy slowly shrank until I could no longer see him. I see my Master bend down and set him down on the table in front of me and he continues to shrink. I can see him clearly now, for the first time, all of him, not just bits of him. He is very hot, very beautiful, in his early to late twenties with a handsome face and some what lean, boyish body, and so very smooth. He looks very please and satisfied too.

I do not get to see much more as my Master lifts me up positions me with my feet in one hand and the top of my head in another palm. He brings both his palms together rapidly and I experience an exquisite wave of pleasure as I am flattened out into a shapeless, formless mass in between his palms.

I feel him press harder on me, his palms move in a rotating, grinding motion and remoulding me in between them. He uses both hand to squeeze and flatten me, it feels so good as he does this. I feel my body softening up as he does so. I become more and more pilable as he stretches me out more and more. My human form has gone completely now, I can no longer tell which part of me is where, all of me seems to be every where at once. The more he kneads and grinds and squeezed and stretches me, the more it seems like I am being mixed and softened and I experience orgasm after orgasm as he does so.

His strong, dexterous and capable fingers start doing other things to my body now, flattening me and compressing me into a new shape. I cannot tell what it is, I cannot see what is happening to me, everything seems so odd and strange.

He finally stops. I can see well, but it is odd though it is easy to get used to. I can see many places at once, all around, below me, above me, everwhere and for some strange reason, a line of shiny silver occupies my vision. I do nto know what it is. Neither do I know what I am.

I do not wonder much more as I feel something warm and rigid slide against me....and in between me somehow. I feel the warm, hard, rigid surface on some parts of me, all at once, as the bit of silver vanishes from my line of sight. The sliding sensation continues until another part of me hits something very warm and soft and I cannot see too well below me any more.

I can see some more silver from where I am.... I recognize the patch of silver to be the other cock ring. I must be very near it somehow.... I guess I have been transformed into another cock ring, only I went around his cock, not his cock and balls. I am now hugging the base of his rigid, hard cock. The line of silver I saw must have been myself, since I could see in all directions, I 'saw' myself as a thin, never ending line when the parts of me inside the circle could see the rest of me.

I felt so happy and safe now, transformed into a cock ring, stripped completely of my humanity, just like the other silver objects he wears. I am also happyt hat my Master had found a new room mate who was better than I am.

My Master strokes me gently and I orgasm instantly, I am so much more sensitive as a cock ring! I see him smile as he asks me how I enjoy being a cock ring, I cannot answer but I am sure he knows that I am estatic to be transformed into an object worn constantly by him. I feel so snug and so comfortable resting against his cock and ball sac.

My Master continues with his former room mate's transformation. He is standing up and I get a good view of what is going on. He takes the bottle of silver paint and polish out again, and the brush too. He sets the flesh coloured guy on the pedestal and then starts painting him. Slowly, I see the paint dry and he transforms slowly into silver. I know very well how he feels and watch as he is transformed.

His transformation does not take long to complete and soon, he is silver, just like me and the others are, from head to toe, he is silver. His features are captured perfectly in miniture, I can see it clearly, from every strand of his hair to his eye brows to his handsome features, everything was so flawlessly immortalized in silver.

My Master strokes him gently, admiring his body, just as I am. I am sure the others are admiring him too. I hear my Master speak but I cannot hear the exact words but it is not before long that my Master sets the new trophy down and heads for a hot shower. I remember that he must be covered in sweat after remoulding me.

I adjust quickly to my new existance. This is so much better than being a trophy! I am always with my Master now, and the others, my fellow brothers who have also been transformed by my Master. Although they cannot speak, I know they are very happy that another brother has joined them on our Master's hot body.

I do not get to see my Master's entire body often any more since I remain on his cock, but if the angle is right, sometimes, I can see the neck chain and dog tags, and I am sure they can see me too. I see my brother cock ring most of the time, we are so close by. I wish we could talk, but that was something that cock rings did not do so it was not something I thought about for long.

The pleasure I felt when I am polished is taken to new heights. As always, our Master polishes the trophy first, and then lays us on the black cloth. I am not at all comfortable to be seperated from my Master like this, even though I know he is near by and can still see him. I have grown used to the warmth of his body, the suppleness of his skin, the black cloth that we were lying on was hard and cold and nothing like his body. The pleasure from being polished, however, made up for that.

I also got to see my other brother's better when we were polished. My Master used to set them quite far from me when I was a trophy but now, I was amongst the toys to be polished. Because I could only see up and down and to the sides, I could only see my brothers who were beside me, and nothing beyond that, but since my Master arranged us differently every time he polished us, I soon got to see all of them clearly and they got to see me. Even though we exchanged no words, no gestures and no communications took place between us, I began to feel very close to them, we shared a deep and common bond, all of us belonged to our Master, he made us, transformed us into what we are now, and there was no denying that.

I have come a long way, I think, I was selected by my Master to be transformed into a beautiful silver trophy as my reward and now, he has brought me to the next and last level, he has stripped of my all my humanity and transformed me into a beautiful inanimate object. I have mostly forgotten what I am before now, were it not that my Master puts us in front of the silver trophy on his desk every day, I would not be able to remember that I was a trophy before, either, I think. I have completely forgotten what my human form looks like now, there is no longer any need for me to remember what I was before. My present form is so beautiful and perfect and functional that I need to remember nothing else.

I have found my purpose now, to serve my Master as an object, to give him pleasure, to feel my metal body against his. I exist to serve him and please him in what way I can. I cannot be happier and am perfectly content to spend the rest of my existance as my Master's cock ring....