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Themes include but not limited too : Non consensual and semi non nonconsensual events; kidnapping, paralyzation, rubber, leather, drug use / addiction, body worship, facesitting, physical domination, heavy BDSM, gags, sensory deprivation, edging, and more. All Characters are 18+
The Unwilling Mannequin
Chapter 1
“Look, mom, I’ll be here in Houston for a week, then I’ll leave Friday morning for my flight home. I’ve already checked into my hotel, and I’m doing some sightseeing today.†Brewer said to his mother as he walked into the store. Brewer was getting more and more frustrated with his mom as she had called him three times since she dropped him off at the airport. “Mom, I’m 19; I don’t need you to worry about me all week. My friends fly in tomorrow, and then I’ll have them with me,†he tried assuring his mother; but was still having no luck. “Look, I got to go; I’ll call you later; love you.†He said with evident frustration in his voice as he hung up the phone and began looking at the store.
The store he was in was a leather shop that also sold many items geared towards his hobby of dirt bike riding. It was currently 8 am, and so no one was in the store other than the clerk at the front, who was wearing a dark leather vest with no shirt underneath and a pair of leather pants that matched the black leather of his boots and vest. Brewer also saw the word “Randon†in big yellow letters on the back of the vest. He looked very intimating, and Brewer couldn’t help but be slightly aroused by the pure size and muscle of the man, but he wasn’t here for men; he was for here equipment. Not to mention how powerful the guy stunk. It smelled as if he hadn’t showered in days and could smell the BO from down the aisle.
He spent the next 30 minutes wandering the shop, looking at different gloves and suits they had for sale. The helmets were very interesting, and he was tempted to get one. Then he started looking at the price tag on everything; there was about a 30% mark up on everything. He couldn’t believe how much everything cost here.
He was at the back of the store at this point. He was going to begin leaving the store when he felt something like a bee sting on the side of his neck; he turned around to see Randon holding a syringe and pumping an orange liquid into his neck. He went to say something went all the muscles in his body froze, and he couldn’t move anything other than his eyeballs. He could feel his systems still working, such as he could feel his heart pumping blood and his lungs expanding and deflating. Yet, he had no control over any limbs; he couldn’t move his mouth to open or close it; hell, he couldn’t even move his tongue.
“Seems like you got quite the eye for our gear; how about we get you to try some on and model it. Who knows, if you sell enough merchandise, I’ll let you take it home.†Randon said he moved his face closer to Brewer, “when your flight leaves on Friday.â€
Randon then grabbed the kid, took him behind the curtain in the employees-only section, and stood him up in the center of the room. He grabbed the rolling chair that sat on his desk and moved it behind the boy. He also grabbed a pair of scissors and cut away Brewer’s shirt. Brewer could do nothing but watch in horror as his clothing was cut away, and he couldn’t even make a sound.
Next, Randon grabbed his belt buckle and watched Brewer’s pants fall to his feet. He once again grabbed the scissors and cut away at the briefs that hide his manhood from his captor. Randon inspected Brewer, circling him like a lion does its dinner before pouncing.
Brewer felt each of his butt cheeks being grabbed and manhandled from behind as he had lost view of his captor. “Not too bad of catch if I say so. You’ll make a nice attraction for our guests; with a body like this, I may have to bring you downstairs, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.†Randon said with an evil chuckle before he once again came into view.
He pushed Brewer onto the chair behind him as it began to roll back from the momentum. Randon grabbed Brewer’s left leg and took off Brewer’s shoe and sock before grabbing the pants leg and removing the cloth from the body. He repeated the process on the right leg until Brewer was left just sitting there naked on the chair, entirely helpless.
At that point, Randon left without saying a word and didn’t return for about 30 minutes as Brewer was left just to sit there. Brewer fought, trying to gain an ounce of control back over his body, but it wasn’t working; he was trapped in that chair, in his birthday suit.
When Randon returned, he came carrying a duffle bag that was then placed out of his view as he couldn’t move his head. He came back with a full rubber suit that went from ankles to wrist to his neckline. He knew bikers sometimes wore these, but they often go too hot underneath to make them worth it. The other item he pulled out; was a giant bottle of lube.
Randon started working again, but not looking at Brewer, as though Brewer was just a part of his job. Randon squirted the cold lube on Brewer’s legs and then began giving his legs a very good massage.
With his legs thoroughly lubed up, he grabbed the suit and began working it up to his legs. Brewer had tried these suits on before and didn’t remember needing lube, but as it started making its way up to his legs, he realized it was way too small. The suit would fit from his ankles to his neckline, but it was far too tight, and that’s why the lube was needed. This was also showcased all of his features through the rubber.
Randon got it up to just below his crotch before he began to work on the second leg. Randon was working up quite the workout, getting this outfit onto the boy, and Brewer could feel himself being thrown around like a rag boll. Once both pant legs had reached just below his crotch, he was sat back down on the chair. Randon then grabbed some tall white knee guards and placed them over the boy.
He then pulled out two long dirt bike boots that were black most of the way with some white trim to match the knee guards. The boots were done up over his bare feet and were thus further encased in the top-quality riding boots.
With his lower half now finished, Randon could move towards the torso, but first, he needed to handle his privates. He grabbed more lube and a relatively large butt plug and proceeded to show it to Brewer before going out of his view. Brewer watched in horror at what the man held before being stuck in anticipation. He felt his hole being lubed up before the ungodly pain of his virgin hole was stuck by the plug.
With the backdoor secured, Randon made his way over to the desk drawer and pulled out more syringes. He saw many orange ones, each with a matching blue one next to it. He saw his empty one and realized that must be the antidote when he was done with him. There were also some other colors that came in small doses. He pulled out a purple one and headed towards Brewer’s dick.
The tip was inserted into his penis before he felt the purple liquid move down into his balls. “I suppose you want some explanation as to what I’ve injected you with. The orange one keeps all your muscles almost locked. They will all fire at random intervals, very small to keep any permanent damage from arising but keeps you completely immobile. It will also keep you hydrated for the next 32 hours and keep you fed for the next 20 hours. After that, I would need to feed and water you as the toxin will keep you immobile for seven days unless I end it prematurely, which I will.â€
“The purple one I just inserted into your penis does some interesting things. First, it will break down your urinary tract system to stop you from having to use your bladder. This will prevent you from needing to pee without worrying about a UTI. It will also keep your penis in whatever state of arousal I put it in. If I want you hard, I can make you hard, and you will stay until it ends, or I choose to end with something like putting ice to your penis. This will last 18 hours and since we don’t close till 2 am, which will work perfectly, it being 9:23 am at the moment. After that, you will need to pee like a horse. As for the backside, well the plug will do.â€
Brewer listened in the horror of what was happening to his body. He lost control for seven days unless he was released early by the hunk that took him. Not to mention his dick was now in total control of the man in front of him. Randon then once again began ignoring Brewer. He began to lube up his crotch and torse; luckily, the back end was still lubed up. Randon was careful not to touch Brewer’s dick yet, though; he wanted that for the end.
With that done, he began feeling up the boy’s torso and back. He felt how small but muscular the little man was. Randon kept a stone face but was enjoying the power he had over the boy. Randon then pulled up the suit and got it over his crotch, past his torso, and got his arms into the sleeves. However, this took maybe 10 minutes of work as damn that suit was tight. Randon took a step back and admired the boy in front of him.
The overly tight suit showed off every muscle the kid had. Every line was clear, and it put his butt on grand display. This would be a great mannequin. With that, he grabbed a white jacket with black matching trim and put it on Brewer. He left the torso open, allowing a great visual of the boy’s pectorals.
Next came some matching white gloves that were put over Brewer’s hands; now, nothing under his neckline would show he was a human and not made of plastic. Brewer wanted to cry and scream for him to stop, but all he could do was watch, and he watched in pure horror at what Randon did next.
He took off his shoes and socks before going for his leather pants and bringing them down as well. He was left in black underwear that matched his black vest. He began taking that off, all while giving Brewer a show. Usually, he would be hard at a show like this from a man as hot as Randon, but his dick stayed how it was. Once the underwear was removed, he turned it inside out with the ass facing the bottom. He then grabbed the two socks from before and rubbed each one in an armpit before combining it with the underwear. Once all three items were in a pile in his hand, he grabbed the green syringe and ejected it into the center of the mass of fabric.
Brewer was unsure of what it did, but he would soon find out firsthand. The underwear was the first to enter his forcibly opened mouth as it was laid on the tongue. He could taste the remnants of ass sweat on the fabric as well as the old crotch sweat from his balls and dick. He wanted this nightmare to be over. It wasn’t, however, as the socks soon followed. He could taste the old worn foot stench in them as well as the new flavor from the sweat that had been collected from his armpits.
“This one is one of my personal favorites. This is an addiction drug that will create an addiction to whatever it’s applied to. In this case, it was applied to my sweat, more specifically, my feet, pits, balls, dick, and ass. If you keep those in your mouth for 4 hours, the addiction will start, and you will crave my sweat until I give you the antidote. Now let’s get you dressed fully, and then I can finish opening the store. You do know we don’t open till noon, right. That’s why no customers are hearing us; you just came in before I could relock the door. I was going to kick you out, but some asshole stole our last mannequin, and you would be a great replacement.†Randon said with another chuckle before grabbing some duct tape.
Loop after loop was made around his head to keep the gag inside. Once done, he went in a vertical pattern, forcing the already cramped mouth to become even tighter as the jaw was forced shut even more.
Brewer’s head was now feeling as tightly compacted as the rest of his body was from the suit of rubber. And the taste of the mixed sweat kept coming. His mouth was producing a large amount of saliva used to get all the sweat off the clothes and into his system. He needed to get that gag out before that addiction set it. Randon was still naked other than his vest. He could see the large dick swaying from the side and the large ass that complimented his muscle frame. But goddamn, he stunk of sweat. He didn’t want to have an addiction to that powerful sweat, but he had no say in the matter, not until he was given mobility back.
After purposefully giving him a show of his ass and crotch, Randon pulled the leather pants up and was now going commando, a faint outline of his hard dick through the leather. With that, he grabbed a rubber mask with a large hole for the eyes and hose. He put the rubber mask over Brewer’s face, adding another layer to break through before the gag could be removed.
With the mask in place, he grabbed a leather collar and tightened it around his neck. He then grabbed a pair of dirt bike goggles and placed them over his eyes. He could still see through them, but he was becoming less and less human with each material added.
Randon then grabbed a black dirt bike helmet and began to put it over his head. Now no part of Brewer’s skin was left open, encased under leather or rubber. The helmet itself was rather nice, and Brewer couldn’t help wishing he had owned it rather than it owning him.
“All done! You look fantastic; you’re sure to be a big hit; now, let’s get you out front.†Randon said before going behind him and putting his arms around his waist. He picked up Brewer and began walking with him towards the center of the store. He had noticed it when he first walked it but thought nothing of it. It was a small raised pedestal in the center of the room.
Brewer was brought over to the raised platform, and Randon began to position him. The platform itself was raised about 9 inches off the ground. Random began shaping each arm and trying different ways to get the best position. He ended up going with his shoulders back, and his chest pushed forward. He moved the arms to be bent with his hands on his waist. It took some work, but he was able to get the boy to stick out his ass as well.
He circled the boy again before deciding this what the correct pose. “Now for the final touch.†Randon then went to his knee and began rubbing Brewer’s crotch. The rubbing kept going for minutes until Brewer felt himself start getting hard. Randon was like a potter with clay; he was getting Brewer’s dick at just the right angle in his pant. Brewer’s hard-on was obvious to anyone who walked by when Randon was done.
“Perfect, now we still got one and a half hours till open, so just stay there.†He let out another chuckle before Randon gave him a smack on the butt and left to finish opening the store for the day. The taste in his mouth continued to grow more and more, and all he could think about was the sweat in his mouth. This didn’t help that he was now stuck in a state of arousal with a now permanent boner.
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About three hours passed until a customer came in. He looked like a biker in a gang. When he noticed Brewer, he took a picture and sent it to someone. He continued shopping until he heard the roar of engines, and what looked like 12 other bikers of all ages came into the store. All were dressed in leather from head to toe.
One began talking to Randon out of earshot until he and what appeared to be the gang leader came over. “I see you boys are enjoying our new mannequin. It’s his first day, but you all know the rules. Have fun,†said Randon before heading behind the desk. The bikers swarmed him and began to feel every nook and cranny of Brewer. They were feeling every piece of the leather and rubber and letting their hands roam as well. Brewer had never felt so violated in his life.
This went on for about an hour before they each gradually stopped. They had adjusted his position several times. Making him kneel to the floor or other humiliating poses. Before they left the store, they all bought some new equipment, whether gloves, jackets, or boots. But he noticed any who touched the mannequin was not allowed to leave without buying something. “Good job, boy, you just made me fifteen hundred dollars in less than an hour. I haven’t seen those bikers go crazy over one of our mannequins in months. You are a real keeper.†Said Randon before heading to the back.
This process is repeated over the course of the day. It only got worse as night began to fall through. The whole store was packed with people who wanted to touch and poke him. He had people willing to buy him for as much as 50,000, and Brewer was terrified at the thought of being sold. His heart sank when the buyer was told to come back at 3 am next Friday, 4 hours before his flight home. What had he gotten himself into?
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Hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think. This was the main part I wanted to write but I have ideas for other parts if you guys are interested. Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great rest of your day.
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[mention]Bradstick[/mention] Absolutely thrilled to see you writing and experimenting, buddy-boi!
This is a very imaginative blend of both fantasy and reality; something we don't see very often on here.
Excellently told! I could see everything being done to poor Brewer as though I were there
I would be interested to know more of what happens. I love that it's sort of dark and takes kidnapping to a whole new level of creepy. Great first chapter.
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Brewer was currently on all fours while his ass sticking up in the air. That was the last position they had but him in before the shop closed forty minutes ago. Eventually the customers were all forced to leave, with a select few told to return on Friday evening.
He could not see Randon anywhere as he was faced towards the ground. He heard a whistle and a slap on the ass before hands grabbed his waist and bent him so he was standing again. “17,000 dollars in one business day. I haven’t made that kind of money in years. Either way let’s get you packed away for the night.â€
Randon once again picked him up and brought him to the back room. It took nearly half an hour for Randon to remove all the gear. At one point Brewer was on the floor with a foot on his chest as Randon yanked off the too small suit. Soon he was back to his naked self, now covered in sticky lube and sweat. Random did not see fit to remove the gag or the plug in his ass. Brewer watched as one of the yellow syringes was brought to his dick and injected.
“We got about 5 minutes to get you downstairs before you make a mess. Let’s go!†Randon said, grabbing Brewer and doing a fire man’s carry. They made their way to hidden staircase behind the register. At the bottom of the staircase was large metal door. With one hand, Randon undid the lock and entered the room.
Brewer saw the full on sex dungeon that lay below. All different size of cages and bondage equipment. In the center of the room looked to be a large poker table if Brewer was right. He couldn’t make out much of the room as he was stuck over Randon’s shoulder. He could see a row of three cells near the back wall. On the adjacent wall, there was a large grey bed with all different posts for bondage.
Eventually they descended further into the dungeon into a bathroom area. There was a drain in the floor and a hose on the wall. There was a ring above the drain that could be used to tie someone up and keep them in place. With the drug in his system, ropes were unnecessary to keep him bound.
Randon positioned him to stand in the center of the tiled room above the drain. With little ceremony he grabbed the hose and turned on the water. It was ice cold but Brewer could do nothing but stand there. Every part of him was scrubbed down and soon enough he was squeaky clean. The worst part of the shower was when five minutes had passed and he let go a torrent of piss into the drain. He felt even more humiliated as he could not control himself to stop it.
The bright side was the combination of having to pee and the cold water had stopped his erection. For the first time in 12 hours, he was as soft as the moment he entered the shop. Random eventually turned off the water and came over with a towel. It was then Brewer could smell Randon over himself.
Random was a tidal wave of BO and Brewer could not help but try and lean in. Everytime Randon got closer, he was subconsciously taking in deeper breaths. The addiction he had threatened was taking root. Once dry, Randon brought him over to small cell in the back of the large dungeon. It had room for a small cot and little else. Brewer was unceremoniously dropped onto the uncomfortable cot.
Randon took some time to properly position him before exiting the cell. He closed and locked it, despite not needing too. Brewer knew it was a manipulation thing to lock the cell door. To show that even if he beat the drug, he could not leave this room. Brewer hated to say it, but the manipulation tactic was working.
Randon observed the boy for a moment before heading over to the big bed and undressing. He was conflicted about what to do with the boy. Originally he planned on a catch and release, setting the boy free on Friday before his flight. Then he had gotten so many offers to buy the kid outright that he was nearly tempted. There was also a small part of him that wanted to keep him. He owned this shop but had no one else to keep him company. He had one night stands and the occasional gimp he kept for a week or too. This kid felt different however. Either way, he had a couple of days to decide so let his head fall on the pillow and went to bed.
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Sleep was hard to come by for Brewer. He tried to close his eyes but his mind was alive. All of the days past events kept coming back to him. The taste in his mouth was getting sweeter and sweeter. Other than the pure size of it, he was starting to enjoy the gag. That realization alone kept him awake.
There were no windows in the dungeon and from the cot, Brewer could not see any clocks. He had no idea how much time had passed before he heard Randon stir and begin his morning routine. Randon did not come to Brewer at first, instead heading to the bathroom, an actual one not the tiled room he was subjected to. He heard Randon approach, growing closer and closer before his steps faded. The door to the basement opened and closed, locking behind him.
Brewers mind wandered as he was left alone. There was no clock to watch, no sound to break the silence. He was left with his thoughts and he hated it. Eventually Randon came back down stairs and greeted Brewer. “Good morning sleepy boy. Sorry I couldn’t bring you on my run, you being unable to move and all.†The doors opened to his cell and Randon picked him up. There was a nearby arm chair that he thrown onto as Randon stepped away. Despite the earlier shower, Randon was sweaty from the earlier run. The scent of fresh sweat caused his body to tense as it tried to get closer, to no avail.
He was currently in black sneakers, a pair of grey sweatpants, a tank top and he had a backwards hat on. Randon disappeared to another room before returning with a plate and bowl of what looked like oatmeal mush. Randon brought a chair over to sit next to Brewer. Randon then began unraveling the tape that held the gag in place.
The fabric was removed and for the first time in nearly a day, Brewer could breathe through his mouth. Randon began eating his breakfast, a mix of eggs, hash browns, bacon and an English muffin. It smelt amazing and Brewers stomach pained in anticipation of the heavenly food.
Randon however had no intention of sharing, and like a two year old, Brewer was fed mushy something. It tasted terrible but he could not spit it out. He had to swallow it, he wanted the gag back, that tasted far better. “This is Nutrient Paste mixed with water. It has all the nutrients you need to survive, the taste is rather lacking. A bowl of this a day will keep you in perfect health.†Randon said with a smile as another spoon was brought to his mouth.
Brewer hated the paste with a passion, especially as Randon was eating like a king in front of him. He was going to have to eat this till Friday! If Randon let him go that is. Finally he swallowed the last bite of the despicable food. Randon stood and picked Brewer up. “Before we get to work today, you need to earn your keep. That paste costs a pretty penny. How about a nice foot massage.†Randon said with an evil grin.
Brewer was pissed! Not only was forced to eat the mush, but he was expected to work for it. The audacity of this man who kidnapped him to ask for payment on feeding him. Randon took him to the edge of the sofa and laid him down so the back of his hair was against the front of sofa.
Randon took some steps back and began undressing. The first to go was his shirt but leaving his backwards cap in place. Keeping his shoes on, he pulled down sweatpants, revealing the skin tight rubber chaps he had been wearing underneath.
He stroke some poses for Brewer, flexing his muscles before turning around showing his bare ass cheeks. Randon grabbed a remote and turned on the nearby TV, turning on a college baseball game. Lastly before going over to the couch, he grabbed a dildo off one of the wall shelves and some lube.
Randon stomped over to the couch and planted one foot on each side of Brewers head as he sat his bare bums on the couch. Randon then looked down at him and smiled before spitting in his face. “My god you look perfect like that.†Randon then reached down and pinched his tongue. Randon then pulled it out as far as it would go before laying it on Brewers lower lip.
Brewer was now prone on the ground with tongue fully out. One of the sneakers lifted before the bottom of the shoe met his tongue. “I say we got about an hour before we get you dressed and upstairs. Get to work.†Randon then began moving his foot back and forth across his face, his tongue hitting every part of the shoe.
Brewer tastes buds were near suicidal. First the Nutrient mush and now the bottom of a sneaker. The taste was vile and dirty from the grime on the shoes. It lasted nearly five minutes before he switched to the other shoe and the assault began anew.
After another ten minutes, his vision changed as the black sole was removed and Brewer watched as sneakers were removed and two black socks fell upon his face. That was short lived as soon the socks were both removed leaving his bare feet falling next to him. The socks were bundled up and shoved into his open mouth, taking his outstretched tongue with it.
Brewer moaned as the socks entered his mouth. The taste was amazing compared to sneakers he had been cleaning. He closed his eyes and let the euphoria take over. That pleasure grew as two sweaty bare feet descended on his face. For 15 minutes, he lay there sucking on the socks while the feet danced on his face.
Randon had fun time using his feet to move his head from side to side while watching the game. He would use his toes to cut off his oxygen and relish in Brewers deep inhales as he breathed in as much as he could. Brewers silent moans did not go unnoticed by his captor. Soon he pulled the socks from his mouth, fixed his tongue to its original state on Brewers lower lip and let the tongue bath begin.
Brewer was in heaven under his large stinky feet. The fume burned his nostrils but that did not stop him from taking another breath. When he was able to use his tongue, he grew angry about being unable to move. Not because of his lack of freedom, but because he could not follow after the foot as it raised off his face.
Twenty minutes passed as Brewer explored more and more of Randons feet. Randon’s soles were covered in saliva replacing the earlier coating of sweat from the run. Brewer had been trying to fit as much of the foot into his mouth as he could, he was proud when he got all five toes in.
Randon turned off the TV and edged closed to the bound man below. He undid the cap on the lube and began preparing the dildo. Brewer was confused as the dildo inside of him was larger than the one Randon was prepping.
To Brewers surprise, Randon placed the dildo on the couch and let it enter him. With his free hand, Randon undid the belt of the chaps and let his cock fly free. Brewer watched in fascination as Randon rode the dildo above him.
Randon was using one hand to brace himself and the other to stroke his cock. Randon’s eyes were locked onto Brewer body. Bound by no chains, just his own muscles. He was fully reliant on Randon for anything, that complete feeling of power brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Randon felt himself get ready to cum and arched his back. Jizz shot from his cock, landing all across Brewer’s chest and face. A good portion of which landed into his still open mouth. Out of breath, Randon removed the dildo and relaxed for a moment.
Eventually he pulled himself forward and looked at the ground. Brewer was covered in Randon’s seed from his forehead to the belly button. Randon looked at him with satisfaction, that was something he could get used to.
“Alright, let’s get you dressed and on the floor. I expect big things from you. Oh and we are closing early tonight. My buds are coming over for poker tonight. If you sell enough merchandise, I’ll even let you join us at the table.â€
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Only took two years to update! I have a renewed urge to work on this story and have some fun ideas. Be sure to vote in the poll and let me know what you think of this chapter. If you have any ideas or suggestion for the story, please let me know!
im halfway through the first chapter and damn "the stink smell" probably was helped by his armpits being out in just the vest, I came immediately to post this as son as Randon came up to him with the syringe and said "when your flight leaves... Friday" that made me feel so much omg and then taking him to the employee only section. that's as far as I got before I had to applaud your writing.
Fuck I definitely already voted sell him at auction. I’m dying to know what downstairs meant. I love random grabbing brewers cheeks . I love the evil chuckles. Makes me wonder how often he’s done this! The only thing is I’m dying to see a pic of randon but it does keep me reading to see it. I really like the idea of the purple syringe! That’s interesting. Huh… close at 2am… that’s interesting? I wonder why! What kind of people would be shopping at a store like that so late. OH MY- I just read the show randon gave and injecting the green liquid onto it and shoving it into his mouth! AFTER wiping the socks on the armpit proportional to the foot. THE UNDERWEAR WAS INSIDE OUT TOO! the shoe is so cruel given what he does next and there was seconds of anticipation not knowing what’s going to happen. The store wasn’t open!!! What a twist! I love the twists! I wonder if one day the thief will get punished. The cruelty of taping his mouth shut when he can’t even move his tongue! I feel so bad that even if he was unrestrained and had no drugs nobody would have helped him anyways. Damn being restrained by someone in just a vest must be so cruel! I hope he gets the drug out before the addiction starts! What a reason to route for the antagonist… hopeless but I want him to win! Damn Randon is now commando… that’s hot… especially with a big ass… oh crap the sweat that must already be building could create more humidity than a rainforest.THE MASK OVER THE TAPE. Damn..
This sentence is one of many great ones “brewer couldn’t help wishing he had owned it rather than it owning him†I love the boner randon created and how he did it. He’s so horny making the ass stick out! Aww! The smack on the butt! The boner with the socks and underwear in his mouth must be so horrible! Omg! That first biker sent a pic to all his friends! That’s so hot! I love the idea of all aged bikers coming in and feeling him up. I love the idea of humiliating poses and wish you went into more detail on that! Damn! If you touch the mannequin you have to buy something! Now I’d be the type to touch it and not buy something just to see what happens. COME BACK AT 3am?! But but but but the stores closes at 2?! 4 hours before flight home… dang.
(yes this was a sentence by sentence thought diary)
Fck what a great story, poor Brewer, I'm conflicted, cuz I wanna be one of the customers who get to feel him up in his sweaty rubber form and caress each of his muscles, but I also, do which I was in his place, having a guy like Randon manhandling me and addicted to his sweat, sounds like a dream more than torture.
@Bootmark Thanks for taking the time to read it, I appreciate it and am glad you enjoyed!
@blackbound I love a dom that is in total control! This story is taking that to a whole new extreme (for me at least) and it has been fun to write!
@ChairBoy Thanks for the extensive comment, I really appreciate it. I am glad you enjoyed the story so far. One thing to mention is there was no thief, Randon left the door unlocked to set up a trap for some unsuspecting twink, Brewer ended falling into it.
@thespy I am in the same boat! I would love to be in Brewers position, but also being one of the patrons would be fun too. Just a tad expensive though
Thanks again for reading everyone, I really appreciate the comments. The next chapter will be out later tonight!
@ChairBoy Thanks for the extensive comment, I really appreciate it. I am glad you enjoyed the story so far. One thing to mention is there was no thief, Randon left the door unlocked to set up a trap for some unsuspecting twink, Brewer ended falling into it.
Randon helped Brewer stand back up before leaving to grab an outfit for him today. He returned with a gimp suit for with the stores tags and everything.
First Randon ejected another shot into Brewers penis, keeping him from having to pee. Brewer swapped out the dildo in his ass for different one. This one was much longer but overall was nowhere near as girthy as the previous one. Then pulling out a rag, he wiped the cum off Brewers chest. He injected the green liquid into, causing more of the addictive properties.
Brewer watched in horror as Randon grabbed the dildo Randon had used not 20 minutes ago and wrapped the rag around it. Once the rag was secured, he inserted it into Brewers awaiting mouth. Brewer mouth was assaulted by two main different tastes, first being the cum that recently covered Brewer’s bare chest. The other taste was on the back burner, but it was the taste of Randon’s ass.
“Don’t worry kid, I cleaned myself out in the shower. Once this takes route, you’ll be able to spend hours under my ass without complaining.†He said this as he brought a thin rubber mask to his face that covered his mouth and nose. There were air holes in the rubber, more designed to conceal his face than as a true gag.
If Brewer tried hard enough, he would be able to push the dildo past the rubber mask. The only problem being he couldn’t, the dildo would stay in his mouth no matter what he did.
Randon then began working him into the one piece rubber suit, it went to his ankles, leaving his bare feet exposed. The suit also had a built in straight jacket. That was not needed as Brewer couldn’t move his arms anyways, still they were forced into the sleeves and Brewer was left in a tight hug. His bare feet were left to the open air.
Randon brought out some leather straps and fastened them around his body including his chest and legs. This turned him more into a worm than anything else. The final addition to the ensemble was a blindfold of similar material as the gag. From what Brewer could tell they were a matching set. He heard Randon pull out his phone and say “Smile for the picture!†*click
“Got to let the customers know about today’s entertainment, don’t you think?†Randon said giving him a playful smack on the ass. “I got to go get your stage ready. Don’t go anywhere†Randon said. He could hear his smile and Brewer rolled his eyes underneath the mask. He was not going anywhere until someone carried him away.
Half hour later Randon returned and brought Brewer upstairs. Being blinded messed with his senses but he could tell her was in the same spot as yesterday. However, instead of being stood up, he was placed on an overly large padded chair. Randon left him there as music turned on and he continued to open the store.
His final words to Brewer before he opened were “if you can make me 50k today, you can join us at the poker table tonight. And I’ll even give you the antidote for the drug while we play. Now get to work buddy-boy.†Randon ruffled his hair and left him alone on the chair.
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Randon had posted the picture of Brewer two hours before opening. He wasn’t expecting a big crowd, he was quite wrong. He was thirty minutes to open and there was already a line at the door.
He called his buddy Sean to come over and help him run the store. There was no way he could wrangle all these customers and watch Brewer at the same time. Not to mention, this store was small compared to his other locations. If he let more people in here than the fire code allowed, they could decide to investigate this place.
That had happened at three different places across the states and none had ended well for Randon…or at least whatever name he was using at the time. He never got caught, just got a lot of equipment seized by police. He was thankful that police agencies didn’t share information effectively or he would have been busted a long time ago.
Randon ran the front and sold some merchandise to act as a cover for Sean. Sean ran the more lucrative business of collecting and auctioning young men to sell to high buyers. Mainly Sean found kinky men who wanted to experiment in BDSM. Most got way more than they bargained for but by then it was too late. Then they would be shipped off to an estate in Egypt to be trained and assigned better masters, normally at auctions.
On Friday, they would be auctioning off some of the Egypt graduates to some wealthy elites in Texas. Then they would move to the next city, reset up shop and do it all again. Randon had not ever done something like this before but when he told Sean, he seemed interested. Interested enough to come to the store and help him run it.
Once Sean arrived through the back, he let him man the register while he ran the main attraction. On the center stage was Brewer in a big red chair. Patrons could pay a mere 50 dollars to get ten minutes with Brewer on their laps, feeling him up. While they played with Brewer, Randon would find the next person who got a chance at the chair.
There were too many customers to let them all have a turn, so naturally Randon turned it into an auction. Of the three hours than Randon ran the bidding, the lowest bid was 460 dollars and the highest reach 4,240 dollars. Most were over a grand and every person who took a turn on his lap then turned around and bought something from the shop.
One young guy tried to leave after playing with Brewer without buying something. Three patrons pinned him down, stripped him, put him in a nearby gimp suit, and bound him real nice. One of the burly men paid Sean for all the items while the other two hauled the new Gimp to their vehicle and left. Easiest money Randon ever made, though he doubted he or anyone else would ever see that young guy again.
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Brewer was thankful for the plug in his ass mostly to stop all the erect penises from entering his hole. Every lap he sat on was met with a rock hard cock, or a least one would came shortly after he sat on the lap.
Every patron felt him up and down, some giving his muscles a nice massage. Others instead choose to pinch and slap different parts of his body trying to illicit a reaction, to which they were disappointed and attempted to try harder. His balls were a popular target and several times Randon had to step in stop them “damaging the merchandiseâ€.
The post popular option they chose was to try and tickle him through the light rubber layer. That was pure hell for Brewer. Internally he was dying from laughter as his nerves fired from the tickling but no reaction came. No laughter, no convulsions, just Brewer seated in their lap. That caused the onlookers and bidders to try and out perform the previous patron.
That led to serious problems for Brewer and great money opportunities for Randon. Every patron was worst than the last in trying to get any reaction out of him. Repeats came back up often as they had been out down by someone else. The competition was fierce and he came a total of 8 times during the three hours in the chair. Each one more brutal than the last.
The worst part was the whispers in his ear from the different patron. He couldn’t tell what they looked like but he could guess by the voice. Some were old and fat, others were young and buff. A true mix of people came and went, all telling Brewer their nasty fantasies. Some wanted to turn him into toilet, others wanted to dress him like a Barbie doll in a dress. Others wanted a living sex toy while others wanted him as a piece of furniture. He got to experience to a large horizon of kinks and he would not like to experience most of them…although some of them sounded pretty hot to Brewer.
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Randon planned on closing early, however he was forced to close much earlier than expected. Mainly due to the lack of product on the shelves. They were down to about 10% of their inventory left when the last lid was placed.
“Alright everyone! That was the last bid, we got a couple items left on the shelves. After this gentle man finished his time on the chair, our mannequin will be joining Sean at the register. With every purchase, you will get to make two punishments for everyone’s favorite gimp.â€
Brewer listened in horror as the last bidder played with his nipples. “First will be adding a song to his queue of music. After we close shortly, he is going to be left in sensory deprivation with the exception of a pair of headphones listening to your music tastes.†Brewer thought that didn’t sound too bad but he had heard some pretty bad songs before.
Randon continued to the crowd “you will also get to set the mode for the vibrator in his ass. There are fifteen modes for you to choose from each lasting a minute. That will get placed into a queue as well. Don’t worry, once the queue finishes, it repeats itself.†The crowd was ecstatic and immediately ran to get in line with the remaining items.
Brewer was brought to sit next to the register, allowing his feet to dangle off the edge next to the customer. That meant while Sean rang them up, he was being tickled relentlessly. Randon was all too eager to watch.
Eventually the store closed, earlier than expected, and Sean turned to him. “Fuck yeah dude! That was a clean sweep, I texted Hawk and more shipments of items are on their way from the warehouse. You’ll be able to restock while that little shit suffers.†Sean said pointing at Brewer.
“Tell me about it! Plus we make hella money of this stuff, we get what 20% commission off everything we sold?â€
“Nah dude, Hawk raised it a couple months ago, 30%! It’s split between us both but that’s not bad.†Sean said
“Fuck yeah! You coming to poker tonight?†Randon asked
“No I still got work to do for the auction, this was set back helping out here. A fucking good setback but a setback nonetheless. Have to miss out tonight, have fun though.â€
“Damn dude, you were supposed to be the dealer.†Randon whined
Sean and got close and whispered something in his ear. Randon smile grew hearing Sean’s idea of incorporating Brewer into tonight’s game. The two said their goodbyes and Sean took off.
Randon made his way over to Brewer and laid him flat on the cashier counter. “Excellent work baby boy. You did amazing. I got to restock the shelves so enjoy the tunes. Once I’m done, I’ll keep good on my promise and you can move again.†Randon gave him a kiss on the forehead and slid the ear buds in. The plug turned on and the music started.
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Brewer thought the plug in his ass would be the worst part of this ordeal. Not to say it was anything easy to deal with. If he had been able to squirm, he would be one wiggly worm. Instead he was forced to take it. But that was not the worst part, the true devil in disguise was the music.
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Those customers conspired against him. Twenty one times they decided to play Tom Jones’s ‘What’s new Pussy Cat’. That was when Brewer learned the meaning of torture. He was begging for freedom when Randon finally came and removed the ear buds and took him down stairs. Brewer couldn’t contain his excitement, for the first time in two days he could use his body again. Nothing could go wrong…right?
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When @bradstick and @bondagefreak publish new chapters in the middle of the night you know you won’t be going to bed anytime near that “bed time†of mine. Love this chapter! Love the whispering in the ears. The implication of the dildo. Fuck there’s so many things of this chapter that make me excited. I hope a cop joins the auction and buys.
Great continuation, the whispers are a good touch I can imagine our poor mannequin fighting to try and picture the guys and all the nasty and evil grins and looks, all adding to his ordeal. so hot.
