We had some business together that didn’t go according to plan,” the muscled figure spoke, bounded towards the frightened man. “Your Father here isn’t exactly who he says he is. The bound man wriggled and shut his eyes, still not accepting his captured fate.
Does your son here know that you’re nothing more than a conman?” And you brought some company with you…” Master announced, gesturing to the other bound up prisoner, “We’ve been looking for you for quite a long time, as you can imagine. Master could see the panic in Lewis’s eyes as he knew this wasn’t a man to mess with. Lewis and his son both whimpered as their terrified gazes met the dominating figure in the room. The door creaked open, allowing several identical figures to enter, hauling two gagged and restrained individuals. His gown slipped open, revealing his toned body with black latex underwear clinging to his sizeable hips. The footrest became a bit unsteady, trying its best to wriggle but to no avail.Ībandoning his drink, the robed man rose to his feet. His bare foot came into contact with a thick bulge of solid rubber. The Master shifted his feet again, pushing his foot under the stomach of the muted, rubber dog at his feet. “Yes Sir!” the servant answered, creaking as he stood to walk from the room. “Let me get a look at him too… perhaps he can be of use around the manor,” came an ominous reply. The conversation with his rubberised servant seemed almost secondary to the story he was engrossed in. We believe they were on a Father, Son trip,”Īnother pause as the muscled Master flicked to a new page in his book. We had to capture his teenage son in the process. “Yes, Master! I should also mention that he wasn’t alone on the trip. “Bring him in,” the robed man said with an exhausted sigh. There was a slight pause as the rubber gimp waited patiently, not daring to move from his kneeling spot. What should we do with him?” the rubberised servant enquired. He was on a camping trip in a rural part of Arizona, so we covered our tracks to make it look like an accident. We’ve captured the target, Lewis Cooper, as instructed. Rubber boots halted on the elegant carpet as the servant’s rubber squeaked into a kneeling position next to the armchair. It was human in shape, with its muscled body cast from the jet-black rubber. The alpha male continued to read his book, paying no attention to the approaching form – clad in the same material as the bitch-suited footrest. The door to the chamber opened gracefully as a figure entered the affluent study. He felt a slight wobble under his powerful feet before it steadied again.Ī soft knock at the door interrupted the perverse scene of grandeur as the muscle-robed male spoke allowed The alpha male crossed his legs atop the padded rubber back of the dog-shaped footstool. If you lifted the tail to the doggy footrest, you would find a rubberised cock hole waiting to be fucked – trained to milk any dick on command. This wasn’t just a piece of furniture for decoration.
The only giveaway that the object was, in reality, human came from the swirling, brainwashed eyes of the transformed dog. It would whine if not for the cock shaped gag embedded in its muzzle. At either end, an inflatable tail fell between the dog’s hindlegs while a canine shaped head with pointy ears and muzzle gazed down at the carpeted floor. Its limbs looked like over-inflated stumps holding the rigid form upright. Canine in shape, the entire being was cast in inky-black rubber. At first glance, it looked like a piece of carefully crafted furniture. The temporary footrest anxiously held its pose with a stagnant tremor from its exhausted muscles. With a book and whiskey in hand, the dapper gent rested his muscular legs on something out of place among the grandeur of the lavish living room. The male had an appearance of the type of gentleman who dominates all things in life – the mark of a true alpha. His chiselled jaw, much like his body, was similar to a work of art. He was all man, so macho with the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Large figures, in bisque, of a dachshund and Irish wolfhound, stood on either side of the fireplace, with a decorative coal bucket and elegant blue china vase filling the remaining space.Īmong the refinement and grace sat a man relaxed in a curved armchair in a lavish robe. Sat atop the decorative fireplace was an antique clock. A richly carved mantel surrounded the flaming blaze with reclaimed oak. It transformed the wood into hot ribbons of light. The flames leap with sparks pirouetting, crackling as they burst – sending embers outward to the marble hearth.
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