Sam and Dean were carried into a room with holes in the wall and the caretaker sealed their mouths open with
wax to the walls. All Dean and Sam could do was stare and react as strange dicks were shoved through the holes
into their mouths. The horny guys must have been lined up to use the glory holes because as soon as one dick
pulled out, another would be shoved in. The caretaker smiled and sat down with his arms crossed as he heard
the splatting sound of loads filling Dean and Sam's empty metal bodies.
They had no idea that the holes were enchanted. They had counterparts in mens rooms in truck stops, rest
stops, libraries, bus stations, department stores, sex shops and other public places all across the country.
The boys would soon be filled. He got up as the metallic sound became a muffled splashing sound. The boys now
each had a least an inch of liquid lining their tanks.
"You two keep up the good work, you adorable little cocksuckers, and in no time I'll have my special liquid
fermented and ready to immobilize my newest statues," the caretaker said tousling the hair on their heads,
"Now I need to get ready for the fraternity party."
Dean could only wonder "What fraternity party?" as he gagged on a particularly greasy thick cock that he
imagined belonged to a fat middle-aged Italian trucker. In fact, it belonged to a slender 20 year old Arab
college student who would be attending the frat party that the caretaker was planning for that night. Neither
had any idea that the horny young man's load of cum would be fermented and used to turn him into another lewd
sculpture for the mad caretaker's museum.
In the meantime, Adam had gotten bored waiting for Sam and Dean. It was getting uncomfortably warm, Adam
wondered if some of the wax statues might melt, but they seemed okay. Still it had to be about 80 inside.
Adam shucked off his shirt, and jeans and slipped into his board shorts, muscle tee and flip flops. He
grinned. When Sam and Dean had come for him, Adam had been planning a trip to the beach and had already put
them in his backpack, which he grabbed as he was led off by his half brothers.
Adam soon found himself in a hall filled with decadent displays. There were sculptures of half naked natives
cavorting in a rubber/plastic jungle. There were tableaus of Greek, Roman and Babylonian orgies. There were
hot college kids at a beach party drinking from a keg. Adam looked around the vast empty hall and stepped into
the beach party display. He grabbed a plastic cup and tapped the keg. To his pleasant surprise cold beer
came out. He buried his lips in the frothy white head and downed the entire cup. Two cups later on an empty
stomach, Adam passed out with his arm draped over a wax coed who had been in an amorous pose on her knees. He
went unnoticed in the display as the caretaker entered with three young fraternity brothers.
"Here's the perfect location for you party, boys," the caretaker said in a saccharine tone.
"Great Boomer, Chaz, you got get the stuff, I'll make the final arrangements with the caretaker," said the
shortest preppiest one of the three.
As soon as the two bigger frat brothers were gone, Aaron turned to the caretaker, and said, "Okay, I'm holding
up my end. I'm delivering you at least 50 more people for your exhibits maybe 100, and you'll make sure I live
the rest of my life like a king? Then we're done. This is the last "
The caretaker grinned. He had gone to great pains to win Aaron over, and he had every intention of fulfilling
his promises as long as Aaron kept supplying him with fresh sculptures. His freshman year, Aaron had been
failing two classes, and the beach party tableau were twelve of his friends that he sacrificed to the
caretaker. They were all still aware, but immobilized in the same poses for the past 3 years. The caretaker
had somehow changed Aaron's grades and kept them up no matter how poorly he studied. He would be graduating
with honors thanks to the caretaker. Over the intervening years, he had contributed 34 more friends and
frenemies to the caretaker's museum in exchange for various favors. This one would be his big score. His
ticket out. He purposely kept his back to the beach party exhibit, if he hadn't he might have noticed Adam
lying there.
The party was a big success. The fraternity's bus carried out six loads of party-goers to their secret rave.
There were at least 300 young men and women - mostly men- who were drinking heavily, when the caretaker broke
the wax seals and pulled Dean and Sam free from the glory hole service. They both felt terribly bloated. The
caretaker could no longer effortlessly lift their hollow bodies. Instead he used a dolly to wheel each of
them to the party.
"Whoa what's with the steel statues?"
"Special kegs for the party," the caretaker shouted over the noise. He wheeled Dean and then Sam over to
where the original two nearly empty kegs were stacked. He positioned them with their cold metal backs and
buttocks touching back to back. Then he held out a tap and a hammer.
Dean stared down. He couldn't move, but he could guess where that spike of a tap was going to get hammered.
He would have screamed, but his own mouth was sealed with wax as Sam's detached cock continued to swell and
orgasm down his throat. He could feel Sam's tongue working Dean's own detached cock inside Dean's sealed lips.
BANG TAP!
Dean's entire being vibrated as the tap penetrated his crotch. Boomer was the first to try the new manshaped
keg. He grabbed the spigot which seemed to have become part of Dean. Dean could feel it like it was a second
cock, as Boomer yanked and twisted it, and the cold fermented liquid flowed out of Dean and into Boomer's cup.
Condensation began to appear on Dean's surface. At least that's what any of the partiers would interpret the
water droplets as. Dean knew it was his sweat. He had no idea he could cum that often or on demand, but
apparently that was what the keg tap did to him. Soon, the Arab who had used his mouth earlier had his hands
on Dean's tap. He slowly filled his cup to avoid too much foam. Dean would have moaned if he could have.
Sam didn't quite understand what was happening to Dean. He knew something was going on because Dean's cock
was behaving madly inside his mouth. It was practically raping his throat.
The caretaker came around and squeezed Sam's metal cheek, he whispered, "Don't feel left out, sweet cheeks, as
soon as Dean's tapped out it will be your turn." He handed Aaron a second tap and a hammer, "Here when the
first keg is nearly empty tap this one. And then you'll spend eternity like a king."
The caretaker exited the party, and walked down the hall to another new exhibit he was working on. It was a
lavish version of Versailles Palace. He looked over the details, and then went to the wig rack, and costume
rack that one of his workers had left for him. He picked out an appropriate silk brocade outfit that should
fit Aaron, then narrowed it down to two wigs. He decided he would wait until Aaron was mounted in the display
to put the wig on him.
At the party Aaron tipped back the blue vial of liquid that the caretaker had given him. It tasted different
this time, but it had worked every time before to keep him from being immobilized like his friends. He had
assumed they had died, but he would soon learn that they were all still alive but immobilized.
The caretaker had to work quickly. The fraternity bus had to be down by the railroad tracks before sunrise.
The police who would go looking for the missing college kids might visit the museum, but the caretaker would
make sure that the trail led to a seedy warehouse down by the railroad tracks which had been built over an
abandoned mine. The mine was flooded and collapsed recently thanks to the caretaker, and most probably the
authorities would treat it as a mass grave for the missing fraternity party goers.
The caretaker was so excited at how his plans were coming together that he had gone online to place newspaper
ads touting his latest new exhibits. In the mean time, Adam was waking up at the party. At first he thought
he was dreaming, but then he realized it was real. He worked his way through the throng of dancing bodies
until he got to the kegs. Then he stopped and stared.
"Dean?" he asked.