[LIVE STATUE]
Trent was standing near the wall of a heritage site when two male skinny teenagers came up to him.
"Hello there hottie!" the shorter guy spoke flirty.
Trent did not budge. He was a live statue there depicting one of the gladiators from medieval times after war. His job entailed him to just stand still and assume a pose while people can just walk to them and take pictures, but he is not allowed to respond nor interact.
Unfortunately for him, he was made to wear short red shorts, a helmet and a sword. His torso and legs was bare for all to see.
The other guy touched his chest, "oh my gawd. His chest is so hard. I bet he works out everyday."
"You cold honey? You need a warm hug?" the first teenager told him flamboyantly.
"Hey, I think he's a live statue. He can't talk to us," the second said, amused.
Trent gritted his teeth in silence. It was definitely one of the downsides of his job, especially when he had to pose naked. Some would take advantage of his situation and act on him pervertedly. If it were girls, he would enjoy it. But his insides churned whenever faggots would have their way with him.
"If they touch me again, I'll beat them up," Trent thought.
The first teen took a small bottle from his pocket, opened it and placed it under Trent's nose.
When the smell of the liquid inside hit his nostrils, Trent suddenly felt numb. There was something about the bottle and the aroma that flinched him.
"He's good, let's suck him!" the shorter one said as he pulled down the red shorts and underwear of the statue.
Trent was surprised and enraged but he could not move a muscle.
The teens knelt and sucked on his cock and balls in public.
Trent was mortified, but his dick started to respond to their masterful mouths. He felt a hand touch his butt.
The taller faggot spoke. "Let's fuck him too!"
"NOOOOOO!" Trent wanted to shout, but his lips did not move. He helplessly took the sucking and fucking helplessly as the crowd watching them grew.
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