There's the whoosh of a football, Chad sees it coming right at him. He catches it, and turns and runs like in the game when Harry would pass the ball back to him after he threw it. He is sprinting across the field house floor still in full erection with the football tightly held under his arm. Then everything stopped.
Chad is aware, but he's frozen still. It's brighter than it was, but he seems to be covered with a sheet. His feet aren't touching the ground, but there's something up his ass. What the fuck happened to him?
The drape is pulled away, and he recognizes that old gay guy who hit on him at the beach. He said he owned a gallery, and wanted to make a statue of Chad. It was extremely awkward, as Chad had been naked and showering at the time. The guy was standing like 4 inches from Chad, and while he had a swimsuit on, he also was sporting a major boner.
"Do you mind? I am naked," Chad had said.
The hairy chested man laughed and said that's how most of his statues were.
"I won't pose nude," Chad said.
The man's hand started working his wood through his suit, as he turned away. He glanced back over his shoulder, and said, "We'll see. I plan to have your naked ass mounted in my gallery."
Chad was in a gallery, and he seemed to be mounted to something up his ass.
"This is the original, but I plan to make an addition of 100," the artist said to the couple standing and staring straight at Chad's boner. There's a young man behind them who comes around them to check out Chad. His expression had been bored disinterest but now his rapt attention was focused on the statue.
"How much for the original?" asked the man.
"I never sell my originals," the artist explained, "But I can sign you up for number 1 of 125."
"I thought you said an edition of 100."
"I think this statue will be very popular."
"Yes, dear, this statue is the essence of a champion, just look at the youth, the virility, strength, and desire it portrays."
"Tildy, you just like it because it's a hot naked male and will make all those ladies you have for bridge each week blush," said the man to his wife.
"My assistant, Charles, will help you with the paperwork," the artist said directing them to a man in the front of the shop with a clipboard.
"What's it made out of?"
"This one is fiberglass, like surfboard. Notice the shiny blue finish."
"Uh, huh."
"This is what you wanted me to see, Ben?" asked the young man. Apparently, he wasn't with the older couple. Damn, he looked familiar, but Chad couldn't quite place him.
"Yes," the artist replied with a smirk implying some secret joke.
"May I touch?"
The artist nodded and gestured with his hand.
The young man reached up and ran his hand across Chad's chest, apparently being fiberglass didn't do anything to desensitize his sense of touch. In fact it may have heightened. Chad would have shuddered, if he wasn't made of hard fiberglass, as the young man's hand ran down his chest, over his left nipple, down his abs, and grabbed his rigid cock. Oh, damn, if he could only shoot! He was so edge. First, his secret admirer had gotten him all excited, and then never showed up, and now this. Damn, he was so horny, and there was nothing he could do about it. Now there were strange guys fondling him, and ogling him, and he was stark naked in the middle of a store. But again, he was helpless.
"It's really him. Not just a statue, right? But really him? Can he hear me?"
"Oh, he can hear, feel , smell and taste. After the gallery closes, I'll show you some of his other features. See I've already made the mold for this "Airborne Champion" statue, so I can make him soft to remold into another shape. With his two feet on the ground bent over to catch the ball, I thought might be fun, and it will make his ass more accessible. But you'll see."