By the time Brendan reached the locker room, the first locker stood open with Chad's green suit hanging inside, and his shiny green thong hung from the locker door. Brendan sighed, he had missed the unwrapping. Then he sniffed the male fragrance emanating from the thong crotch, he savored it the way a connoisseur savors the scent of a fine wine or cigar. He glanced at his tablet to check Chad's progress, and scheduled treatments. As Brendan read, his unlocked manhood tented his Speedo.
Chad had been pleasantly surprised at how clean, elegant and pleasantly smelling the spa locker room appeared. The walls were covered in rich green leather, and dark wood paneling. The locker doors were green with brass hardware, while the cabinetry was dark wood matching the paneled walls. He opened the first locker it was empty. Suddenly an unstoppered brown glass bottle appeared under his nose. He didn't know whether Brandon or Byron was holding it. He felt dizzy, hands unbuttoned his clothing, he zoned out. He blinked. He was standing naked on a tarp in a windowless room adjacent to a shower room. Brandon and Byron were now wearing heavy black rubber aprons, rubber boots colored to match their Speedos, goggles, and heavy rubber gloves extending up to their elbows. Chad's hair had been pulled back with heavy goop, and wrapped tightly in plastic. One eyebrow felt like it was covered with a bandaid. Brendan was applying a bit of gauze trimmed to cover his other eyebrow, and then applied a heavy duty black rubber tape over it.
"Whu-?" Chad started to ask, but Byron applied tape over his lips.
"Uh, uh, no talking. We're prepping you for your first treatment. We need to protect your sensitive areas before applying the first coat," Brendan explained.
"Mmmeee-uh!" was the muffled yelp that Chad squeaked through his gag as a long thin metal tube was shoved down his piss slit.
"Sounds just like a pussy, don't he?" Byron commented.
Brendan was busy taping off straws that he had shoved into Chad's nostrils. Then he applied something that seemed like liquid bandage to seal Chad's eyelids shut.
Sealed in darkness, Chad felt hands positioning him, his legs were spread wide, and so were his partly raised arms. It was like he stopped in the middle of jumping jacks. He thought all this seemed strange, but Brendan and Byron were the professionals.
A tube was shoved up his anus, and tube were taped in each of his ears. Chad told himself they were just protecting his sensitive areas.
"FWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Cold foamy liquid blasted against Chad's bare skin. He winced and flinched.
"Hold still!" ordered one of the B-men.
Soon Chad was completely sealed in foam. The cold foam began to heat up as it hardened. In a few minutes, Chad realized he was immobilized.
Brendan entered. Chad was now a man shaped abstract resin statue with a boner.
A finger flicked Chad's resin coated mushroom tip.
"It's really that big or you all playing with the foam again?" Brendan asked.
"Oh, it's really that big. Almost that big soft, but he's a grower too," replied Byron.
"Damn waste of a fine dick as it won't be getting much if any use," Brendan commented.
Chad was starting to freak out inside his resin prison. What the he'll had he gotten into?