Chad was there in the dark plastered to the wall and floor stretched into a thin rubber coating with a frame around his neck like a dead animal headed mounted to the wall. Except he wasn't dead, at least not yet. He could hear water running periodically: a shower, toilet, washing machine? The basement was well insulated, so he couldn't hear people walking or talking, but the drain pipe to the sewer was running down from the ceiling through the basement floor in the far corner.
Chad somehow dozed off even with his head mounted to the wall. The weight of feet walking on his flattened body woke him. The leather soles felt warm and reassuring against his skin, as he opened his eyes in the now dimly lit room. A puff of cigar smoke greeted his opening eyes. He closed his eyes and coughed silently. He opened his watery eyes and tried to focus on the smoker whose face and body was silhouetted by the single bulb illuminating the room.
"So the trophy boy is finally awake," smirked the smoker.
Chad couldn't see the smirk but he could hear it. The end of the cigar glowed red-orange through the cloud of smoke surrounding his captor's head. Then it went out like a dying sun, and a fresh blast of smoke blew from the man's lips into Chad's face.
Chad mouthed, "I'm not your trophy boy." He immediately felt fooling because he was just that a trophy head mounted to the smoker's wall. The smoker hadn't read Chad's lips.
He dropped his cigar, and stomped it out on Chad's left ball. Not that anyone could tell which body part was where flattened as they were as black rubber upholstery. But the chance of him hitting one of Chad's balls or cock was fairly good because each flattened ball spread out 3 feet in diameter, and his flattened boner extended about 16 feet in its flattened state.
While Chad's mouth was open in a silent scream, he felt a heavy cock pass through his lips, slide across his tongue and down his throat. The smoker said, "Prove to me your head is worth keeping. The boys said you were a natural cocksucker." The man turned his head sideways, and puffed on his cigar.
Chad recognized his profile. He knew when he'd been in the finished basement outside the hidden dungeon door. He knew where he was, he knew whose cock gagged his mouth, but he still had questions.