Bruiser decided something weird was going on. He figured the cute twink he was waiting on needed help. William fancied himself the knight, and Chad the damsel in distress. The troll was gone but there might be others inside or alarms. He looked at the formidable door. Then he noticed the cellar stairs behind the steps up to the front door. He looked around, and casually walked over to and down the cellar stairs. The basement door was locked, but the cellar window was ajar. There were bars on the window, but they were old and rusted, and they were hinged so that in a fire someone could exit the barred windows by releasing the bars. Bruiser pulled hard on the bars. The rusty catch gave way and the bars swung open on their hinges with a loud creak.
Bruiser froze, and listened. No one seemed to have noticed or heard the loud creak. Bruiser climbed through the window, pulled the bars shut. He took out his phone, and activated flashlight mode. He was in a store room. He found the door, and eventually made it to the stairs and the locker room where Chad's clothing hung in plain sight. He knew it Chad was still here. Bruiser clenched his fist. Chad better still be alive. He grabbed the empty green thong that Chad had worn, sniffed it, and shoved it in his pocket.
He heard a rhythmic mechanical sound coming from down the hallway. He was surprised to see a couple of buff guys wearing only Speedos in glass tanks apparently asleep. The noise was coming from a tank with weird orange lines suspended in liquid. There was a body moving slightly up and down inside. A new flash of orange exploded from the figures penis. The figure was Chad, and from the number of orange strings floating in the tank with him, he had blown a dozen loads. Bruiser squatted. He studied the source of the noise. It appeared that the device was a motorized dildo going in and out of Chad until he blew a load, it would pause for a minute or two and then resume pounding Chad's ass. There appeared to be air tube attached to Chad's nose, and breathing apparatus with a jockstrap and dirty socks? Bruiser opened the glass containers containing the socks and jockstraps, and removed them. He grinned. There was a knob on the air hose marked "intensity". It was set in the middle. Bruiser turned it to max. He figured pure oxygen would help revive the tanked twink.
He took off his shoes, put his socks in one container, and the green thong in the other,
then closed them. He wanted to take Chad out, but he was afraid of messing with the contraption. It wasn't hurting Chad now, and Bruiser didn't want to do anything that would. He wasn't sure what was going on. Then he noticed the file folder on the nearby table. There was a desk lamp. He flicked it on and started reading the file.
There were photos of his 6'3" teammate Chad in the locker room. The photos showed Chad putting on the green thong and suit. It was amazing to see the big stud transform into the cute 5'8" twink. According to the file, Chad was to be programmed as a "sex monkey" for client number 0543649, whoever that was? And that removing the subject from the tank prematurely could be fatal. However, tank settings could be adjusted until subject transformation was complete using the control panel on the tablet.
He discovered the tablet on the desk by the file regulated the future sex monkey's hormonal and nanobot levels. Fortunately, the troll had written the password on a piece of tape attached to the tablet. He reset Chad's desired height to 6'3" instead of the target of 5'3", deleted the tale, increased masculine hormones, and pushed most of the settings to the opposite from its current setting. He sighed, he would rescue his teammate but probably lose his hot new buddy. The orange lines in the tank increased so much that he couldn't make out Chad's shape beneath the orange lines obscuring it.
Eventually, the tank appeared to be solid orange, and the machine pinged. Bruiser looked at his watch, it was 4 am. Chad was ready. The lid on the tank automatically opened. Bruiser rushed over to see if it worked. He reached in and pulled Chad out of the heavy orange syrup in which he now floated.