Chad's blissful state wore off a couple hours after he was stripped naked and cocooned in his hardened foam prison. He was hot sweaty, and itchy, and he couldn't move a bit to scratch. He remembered everything like he had dreamt it all. He had put on that green costume for his date. It shouldn't have fit, but it did. He had expected the clothing to rip figuring his secret admirer wanted him to look like the hulk ripping out of the suit. But it fit. Somehow it shrunk Chad to fit, and put him into a totally blissful suggestible compliant state. He had a coupon to the spa- so he had to go to the spa. He tried to shudder as he remembered what the B Boys did to him. He had to get out. He flexed his muscles straining against the hard shell encasing him. If a chick could get out of an eggshell, he should be able to crack his prison shell.
He flexed, strained, relaxed, and flexed, strained, relaxed. Again and again. He heard a faint cracking sound. He repeated his flexing and relaxing faster and faster. At last his arm swung up as the plastic prison cracked and gave way. He pulled the tube out of his nose and ears, and uncovered his eyes. He saw the tube sticking out of his trobbing plastic encased erection. He pulled the tube out with a loud yowl. The tube took the plastic mold of his cock with it. His freed cock sprung upward, and bounced as his ballsac swung free beneath it. He peeled the remnants of the plastic shell off his thighs, arms, and chest.
Chad was sweating profusely. He tried to speak. There was something in his mouth and down his throat there was a clear plastic tube filled with white liquid flowing into his mouth. He reached up, and pulled out a massive dildo. It spurt warm wet cum in his face as it left his mouth. They were force feeding him cum?
He stared at the illuminated clock in the mostly darkened room. Aside from the clock, the only light source was the spotlight focused on him. The clock indicated he had been here for hours. He straightened up, and tried to step forward, but the contraption up his bum prevented it. How didn't he feel it? Maybe they were making his ass numb so he could take lots of cocks. He stared at his own floppy monster. Was it bigger than it had been or did it only look bigger because he was now shaved down there or because the rest of him was smaller?
Chad felt with his hands on the device fastened to his backside. A knob turned, air hissed. The metal device slid out and cranked loudly on the floor. It was spewing liquid just like the dildo on the end of the hose. Chad moved toward where he thought he remembered the door was.