"Hush, clay boy, you'll feel my powerful fingers soon enough. This sounds interesting, oh, right, you don't
have a headset. I'll put it on the speaker and big screen," the caretaker said with a grin.
"Mmpfhth," was Dean managed to say with his swollen tongue, puffy lips and weirdly feeling body.
Instantly, the HDTV came to life. It was a closed circuit camera view of the downstairs. Sam and Adam hadn't
split up - or if they had they had gotten back together.
"Hey, that looks like Dean!"
"Yeah, it kind of does," Sam smirked and looked around conspiratorially, "Sometimes big bro has too much
testosterone."
The camera automatically adjusted to show Sam moving up to a caveman exhibit with a mostly naked Neanderthal
standing there covered in blood waving a spear triumphantly over the wax carcass of a sabertooth tiger. Sam
reached up and yanked on the wax caveman's low hanging balls.
"Whoa! Didn't mean to do that -exactly," Sam gasped holding the caveman's nuts in his hand. "I mean I thought
about it. When I was a kid I even got a ballpeen hammer and a scrap of two-by-four and while Dean was sleeping
I went to his room. I thought if I crushed just one of his nuts that it would cut his testosterone levels an-
why are you looking at me like that? I was only a kid - maybe 15, and I didn't do it. Dean is just so intense
that I well - fantasizing is good right?"
"Yeah, helps you work things out. Dean's been on my case since we met. I'd not've stopped at nutting him
though. Not sure if I'd've nutted him anyway," Adam said thoughtfully grabbing the glob of clay from Sam and
starting to roll it in his own. I'm thinking, Dean just needs a little reshaping," Adam said as he yanked off
the caveman's cock and rolled it into the growing ball of wax. "He needs a different perspective." Adam
climbed up on the platform and as Sam watched he went to work on the sculpture.
"Ooh, a kindred spirit. Let's see what your kid brothers do to my caveman. He used to be a nosy highway
patrolman who came looking for lost kids, and heh, heh, now that I think about I caught him jacking off in the
same room I found you in. Especially, since your bros like him so much, I should definitely make you into his
companion piece -"
Adam shoved the cock and balls into the caveman's open mouth saying, "Chew on this for a while, Deano!"
"Deano? Hey, I can speak again," Dean said aloud and then he directed his words at the caretaked, "Oh, no
you won't be making me into any companion piece for a wax monkeyman- as soon as, I get free I'll-"
Dean felt the man's hands on his manhood. It had gotten hard as he squeezed. Dean was silent - not sure what
to do or say. He decided to scream for help.
"HELP! SAM, ADAM, HELP! HEL-ugh MPFT!" Dean sputtered as the caretaker had somehow managed to detach Dean's
own cock and balls and jam them into Dean's mouth. It wasn't dead or wax, it was alive even if it was
detached. The moist tight space of Dean's mouth and throat was making him hard. It was impossible, but Dean
felt his tongue on his own cock as well as his cock on his tongue. It was mind boggling and his swollen cock
was gagging him.
"Yeah a few months sucking his own cock might finally mellow, Dean out," laughed Sam.
"Sggm!" was the sound that vaguely made it out of Dean's stuffed orifice.
"Just suck it, Dean," the caretaker whispered gently, "And maybe it will go down and you will be able to
breathe better."
Dean really didn't have a choice. He was sucking away and he was shocked when he felt the surge just before
release. He gagged slightly as the warm hot salty cum pummeled his epiglottis and the back of his throat. His
cock softened and he inhaled, and the caretaker pushed more of it down his throat. And it swelled big again.
He gagged and sucked and impossibly swallowed a second load.
Dean was so focused on his new impossibly pleasurable task of sucking his own cock and balls, it wasn't until
the caretaker started to seal his lips with wax trapping the detached living penis and balls inside Dean's
mouth that he realized that Adam and Sam were still doing things to the caveman.
"Now you just lie there practicing, since the whole thing now fits inside, this wax will keep it from getting
out. I'm going to focus on your brothers' wonderful modification ideas."
Dean heard various snippets as his cock softened between the continual suckfests.
"After Dean's suitably calmed down cock hound, I figure I'd remove his dick and balls from his mouth and re-
mold them into a nice, big-ass, camel-toe. Then we could take turns using both ends."
"Sweet. Dean can really be a dick, it'd be nice to see him take dick."
"You know instead of turning Dean into a sex bitch, how about a real one. I always wanted a dog..."
"Or maybe a hellhound?"
"Or a man-sized stuffed teddy bear?"
"Oh, yeah!"
The caretaker had arranged for Sam and Adam to find themselves in a room of half molded wax statues and a tub
of iced beer. They were drinking and sculpting and talking.
In the meantime, Dean had never felt so relaxed. He must have blown his wad of cum down his throat two dozen
times. He couldn't recall cumming that much in one day before, and he couldn't believe he was hard again. He
had started experimenting with technique too. The last load he had held on the edge for over 5 minutes before
he let himself cum. He reflected for a moment that he was going to become one master cocksucker with all this
practice on himself. He felt a bit shamed and disgusted, but his feelings were distracted by the urgency of
the swelling cock choking his throat.
He was vaguely aware of the scribbling noise as the caretaker jotted down notes on the various ideas that Sam
and Adam were bantering about. Dean was only dimly aware that one or more of their ideas would soon find
their way to his real life body. But Dean had a more immediate concern. It swelled incessantly, SPLOOGE! A
brief respite to catch his wind, and then it starts to swell up again.