It didn't take long for Dean to please himself. As usual, he came after a long, hot jerk. However, what was unusual was that, rather than feeling excited and energized, he had fallen asleep. It was as if there was something in the air that had knocked him out after he came. In fact, he didn't even know why he wanted to jerk himself in the first place. Unfortunately for Dean, the room he was in was indeed rigged. The caretaker smiled as he walked into the room. Dean was laying face first on the bed, his firm ass sticking up. The caretaker got to work, lifting Dean up with ease and then taking the unconscious man down stairs to the work shop.
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When Dean woke up, he felt a little groggy. It was like someone had knocked him over the head or something. He tried to raise his hand to rub his temple, but something felt weird. No, not weird. Something felt completely off. His hands wouldn't obey his command. THey wouldn't come up.It was like someone had tied weights down around his wrists and they were heavy and weighted. Lifting his head up, Dean saw that his arms were tied to table. Not just his arm either, but his legs as well. However, what really threw him off was the fact that he was completely naked. His muscular body was completely exposed, right down to his exposed, limp six inch cock.
"What the hell is this?" Dean demanded as he struggled against the restraints. He looked around. He was in some kind of basement. there were two other tables next to his. Further more, there were desks around them, with candles covering them in wax. There were some sadistic looking tools on the desk. Further more there was a large vat in the corner with wax covering the rim. "Where the hell am I?"
Just then, the caretaker came into the room, a syringe in his hand. "Ah, your awake. I'm glad. This will be more fun when your awake."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded as he struggled against his restraints.
"In due time my dear art subject. But first, I'd like to prepare you for display." the caretake took the syringe and hovered it over Dean's body before finding the injection point he wanted and injecting the clear, unknown liquid into Dean's muscular body. Dean shouted. It felt like someone had just lit him on fire. However, the pain gave way and slowly turned into an icy cold feeling that spread over his body. Dean could feel his body tingling. Then he felt something changing on the inside. The world started to spin as the drug took affect.
"Uh...what did you do to me?"