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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

[SS-432] Maker's Lair


[MAKER'S LAIR]

Skippy was memorizing the maze like corridors of the abandoned castle as he moved along. He was naked as he walked. Naked guards were behind him.

He was in one of The Maker's lair. He found out about it based on his lost friend's gps location. He arrived and found out it was a huge human trafficking hub.

He noticed that there were naked men, seemingly subdued, coming in from a truck. He followed the men's paths and pretended to be subdued as well.

His mission was to find his best friend who might have been abducted by this Maker man.

He separated from the rest of the pack and started to wander the dimly lit halls on his own. He crept carefully so that he would not be seen. It was chilly inside. And his being nude did not help.

Skippy came inside a chamber and found a man on a stone table, assuming the position of a dog. The man was also naked. He had a rubber mask on. 


Based on the physical features alone, Skippy could already tell that it was indeed his kidnapped friend. 

He walked to the body and touched the man, "hey buddy. Are you alright? I came here to get you home."

But the man did not budge.

Before Skippy could even touch his friend again, two figures came up to him, grabbed him and placed a soaked cloth on his mouth and nose. He passed out as soon even before he could struggle.

When he regained his consciousness, he found himself lying on the floor in a large, empty room. Windows allowed for sunlight to pass.

Skippy stood up and found his friend standing still on a corner, wearing nothing but white and blue briefs.


He hurried to his best friend and nudged him, "this place is creepy. Let's get away. I think they already got into your head because of that mask!"

His friend only pulled his upper garter then pulled it down. 

The man's cock was hard and leaking. He looked horny.

"What are you doing man, put that away?! I think he brainwashed you!" Skippy panicked.

His friend knelt.

It was too late for Skippy to realize he was still naked. His friend started sucking his cock.

"Oh my... Fuuuck... Shiiit... Noooo ugh yeaaahhh that feels great!"

His friend was sucking him masterfully. It was not long until he came. His friend swallowed all his load.

Skippy passed out again after that.

When his consciousness returned, he found his friend standing still in front of a large cloth. He was wearing different briefs now.


His friend was standing still as a statue.

Skippy wanted to approach him. But he could not move. He could not budge at all. It felt like he, was also a statue.

A man started walking into the hall. He went to the other man. He started caressing the muscular body of the human statue.

Then he walks to Skippy. The man touches Skippy's face. "Both of you are mine now."

And with that Skippy already new that he was Maker's possession.

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