[MANNEQUIN TRAINING]
The maker was pleased at the new addition to his collection: retired professional entertainment wrestler, "The Beef."
While it is true that the musclehead was already mid forties when the maker has had him, the demand for middle-aged mannequins have been increasing in the market.
The maker tricked The Beef to coming to his mansion by telling that the latter is being invited to a high-paying, underground wrestling fight. As soon as the wrestler stepped into the house, the hypnotic program had already started.
Now, The Beef's conditioning is almost complete. With the help of prohibited neurotransmitter-affecting drugs, his submission is close to a hundred percent.
"How are you feeling?" the maker asked as the wrestler drank the potion through the bottle.
"I am good. You are right. Jogging in my posing suit is really very liberating. I can feel my sweat making me more pumped. And you are right! These shiny blue bikini looks good on me," he replies giddily.
During his jog, he would stop to scratch his butt from time to time.
"What's the matter?" the maker asked.
The Beef scratched his head. "Uhm... i'm feeling the itch again." Then he blushed.
The maker grinned as he pulled down the blue poser. The plump butt was shining with sweat.
The dominant mannequin maker skinned off his jeans and pulled out his fly. His penis was already hard. It entered the hole easy.
"Please master. Scratch it," The Beef pleaded as he bent forward.
The maker held the muscular soldier of his trainee as he fucked. He knew this is going to be a high priced mannequin.
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