Chad continued to sink. Suddenly, something hit his butt cheeks, and slud between them and pressed against his rosebud. The green slime was so slick and relaxing, the object slid right into his relaxed anus. Chad was briefly alarmed, but he remembered noticing the opening in the plank that he thought was designed to accommodate his bubble butt. The icky man mentioned something about a prostate massage as the wax filled his ears, and silenced the world. He had a prostate exam from the football team doctor earlier in the school year.
The guy had shoved his hand up Chad's ass to examine his prostate. Not just his hand, but halfway up his forearm. Chad had suppressed a scream, but had sobbed uncontrollably as his cock sprang to life and fired stringy load after stringy load across the doctor's exam table. He was relieved that his exam was after hours, so no one other than the doctor witnessed his sobbing or yelps.
As the shaft slid deeper inside him, the fresh air coming through the air tube became funky like a load of stinky sweat socks in his right nostril, and a load of smelly used jockstrap in the left nostril. Chad wondered why each nostril conjured a different image in his mind. If he could see the glass spheres that were now attached to his air tube, Chad would see that his sense of smell was very accurate. His future master had worn socks and jocks for a week or two, then vacuum packed them. The spa had carefully unsealed each item from their vacuum packs and put the smelly jockstraps in the sphere now connected to Chad's air tube to his left nostril, and the stinky socks were in the sphere pumping air into Chad's right nostril. There were four extra weeks of sweaty gear than originally planned for Chad because no one had expected Chad's team to go to or win the Championship.
The balding creature look at watch, and pursed his lips. This boy had messed up the spa's schedule. He should have been in this tank a month ago. The special green goo had been waiting for Chad since then. The attendant was nervous. He shouldn't have kept the goo, but it was so expensive, he would lose profit if he made another batch. It had to be made a week prior to use. This stuff was aged a month. Would it lose effectiveness? He rubbed his chin. Well, he'd just let the quarterback stew longer in the juices. Normally, he'd take the subject out at 10 pm, but leaving it until midnight, it shouldn't hurt. His clawed finger pressed the red button on the control panel. Chad's body arched in surprise as the motorized dildo plunged its full length into Chad. He blew his load. The white streamer interacted with the solution and changed orange.
The clawed hand darted for the manual. The cum trail should be pink not orange. He squinted at the tank containing Chad. Maybe it was salmon pink? Still it should be hot pink. Best leave it until tomorrow morning, he decided. He locked the brutes in their sreel cages. Checked their water bowls. Then he started to lock up. He snuffed out the candles, and left via the front door.
Chad tried to open his eyes and mouth when the dildo fully penetrated him, but it was no ordinary wax that sealed his openings. It held like super glue, maybe stronger. He writhed in between agony and ecstasy as the machine repeatedly thrust in and out.
Bruiser was leaning against the lampost just outside. He had positioned himself there when Chad entered the Ganymede Spa.
"Closing up early?" Bruiser asked casually.
The hunched man shrugged, "We close when close."
"It's just most businesses on this street are open past midnight. I was thinking about getting a massage sometime, what're your hours."
The spa attendant sniffed. He figured Bruiser was a male prostitute looking for a John. He said, "Tch, you're out of luck. Ganymede Spa is private by invitation only. We don't cater to the common public. Now I must be going, and you should too. You're more likely to find paying customers down by one of the clubs. Goodnight." He eyed Bruiser briefly, maybe? Not to night though, the tank was in use. Maybe tomorrow?