An older man in his mid to late forties stood in the door. He was an imposing figure, almost as tall as the door. He was well groomed, with short neat dark brown almost black hair streaked with grey and a matching trimmed beard. He was broad and did not look amused at the interruption to his day. "Yes?" he said gruffly. "Hello Sir" Sam beamed trying to sound cheerful, the effect of which was ruined by his voice cracking a bit from the intimidating figure. "Are you tired of the city council wasting money on wasteful art projects while other more useful things like filling potholes and better public transit go unfunded?" Sam paused looking to the man for some reaction some sign he was interested or was about to slam door but the man was unreadable. With his deadline looming and undeterred by the lack of response, Sam continued "Just last year, the city council wasted close to $100,000 to rent a statue for Anderson Park. The indecent statue was a naked man with no censorship of his privates. This so called art imposed paid for by taxpayers like you, led to protests by local families." The man frowned, "Crap, I'm losing him" Sam thought to himself, as he hurried with the rest of his points. "Your signature could help prevent future wastes like the Anderson Park debacle" Sam finished presenting his clipboard. The man examined Sam intently, his deep green eyes pierced through Sam, he felt suddenly very small. "I'll consider signing" The man said finally, "But...I would like to hear more about I-69, would you care to come in and sit down." The man asked in a way that wasn't really a request. Sam checked his watch again 5:25 he had to text a picture of the signatures in five minutes or he wouldn't get paid, and he really needed to get paid. Shaking off both his better judgement and the intimidating man's presence he nodded. The man opened the door further and led him into the house. A large curving staircase dominated the room. A large empty marble pedestal stood next to the banister. Along the walls of the entryway held alcoves with similar pedestals, again empty, the effect unnerved Sam for some reason. He followed the man down the hallway into a living room. Two large brown leather couches stood parallel with an oddly shaped coffee table between them. Upon closer examination, Sam saw that the coffee table had been carved from wood to resemble a man, the figure was on all fours his hands and knees flat on the ground and his feet with flexed toes touching the ground exposing its arches. The face of the man disturbed Sam. Its head was raised, its mouth was open in an O shape as if it had been caught mid sentence. On its back, rested a large piece of glass that served as the top of the coffee table. Atop it was strewn some large photography books that all seemed to feature nude men and a cup of coffee still steaming. The detailing on the wooden figure was almost lifelike, it wasn't for the fact that the entire thing was wood grained, Sam would have sworn it was a real man. "Great this guy is probably some homo. Probably thinks he'll get a date or something out of this" Sam groaned to himself but whatever he needed to do to get that signature. The man motioned for Sam to sit and he took the couch opposite him. Slipping off his slippers he rested his black socked feet on the coffee table's head. "So tell me more about this initiative of yours" the man leaning back and waiting.
Putting on his charm Sam started again "Like I said before, currently city funds are being used on some questionable projects, these funds would be better spent on things like potholes and tax breaks for taxpayers like you. The projects include the naked statue in Anderson park and the painting of fish on the freeway wall; these art projects cost the cities millions and could be better used." Sam recited the speal his supervisors had made him memorize speeding up as he heard the distant tick of some clock in the house toward his rapidly disappearing paycheck. "...and that's why your signature is essential to stop wasteful spending." He finished. The man considered his for a second, "You make some good points. I think you have convinced me, I'll sign." The man said finally, Sam sighed in relief. "Great here you go" holding out the clipboard and pen. But instead of taking them the man stood up suddenly "Where are my manners, would you like a glass of ice tea or a soda son?" The man said, Sam looked down at his watch 5:27 shit it would be a photo finish, before he could respond, the man had already made his way to the kitchen. "Um sure, a glass of iced tea sounds nice" Sam replied as he thought to himself, “it had been a hot day” and but also with a desperate hope that he could hurry things along by just accepting the drink. The man returned with a tall glass of iced tea, cubes of ice clinking invitingly. "Here you go!" he said once again resting his feet on the coffee table's head. "Thanks" Sam said as he gulped it down, it was refreshing, a hint of lemon but also a slightly odd sweet taste, probably some fake sugar or something. The man looked like the type to count calories and watch his sugar intake, probably spent hours at the gym. Finishing off the glass Sam once again raised his clipboard. "So you'll sign" "Oh yes" The man said taking the clipboard. Sam was on edge, he needed that signature as the man started to sign his hand paused, he dabbed the pen on the paper a few times, then squiggled a few lines in the margin. "Damn" A dry pen was the last thing he needed, he screamed internally, he just needed that one damn signature, he was about to reach for the pen and try it out himself when it fell out of the man's hand and rolled underneath the coffee table. "I'll get that" Sam said a bit strained and panicked. He bent down and got on his knees to grab the pen. It had fallen underneath the top of the coffee table right under the wooden statue, right by under its waist just in front of its knees, as he bent down, Sam realized the artist or carver had even captured the statue's uncut erect cock in the same detail as the rest of the piece. Each fold and crease of the foreskin captured in wood, it even had a slight hanging wooden drip of precum on its tip. Sam shuddered and reached for the pen. As he did he felt a strange tingle, he brushed it off and reached again for the pen but his movements seemed slow, another tingle then another, quicker now, spreading through his body, along with it a strange cooling sensation radianted following the tingling. His movements slowed even more, it felt like he was pushing through jello just to move an fraction of an inch, and just as his fingertips touched the pen, his movements stopped altogether.
Sam struggled, trying to wiggle, twitch, lift something, anything, but his body betrayed him. All of his efforts were useless. He couldn’t move even a millimeter. He was panicking, “what had happened” “why can’t I move”, “help” all of these thoughts ran through his brain as he stared ahead at the wooden figure and pen in front of him unable to change his gaze. The sound of footsteps and and the brief view of the man’s pants and shoes as he circled around him broke him out of his spiral of confusion and shock. “He’ll get help” Sam thought somewhat naively. Instead of a rescue, the next thing Sam felt was two large hands on his ample ass. “Mmm bubble butt very nice” He heard the man say to himself, as he fondled Sam’s ass rubbing it in a way that he would never let anyone, much less a man, touch him. Sam wanted to scream, to punch the guy out, something, but he couldn’t...all he could do was seethe in anger and humiliation as the man palmed his ass. The next sensation that Sam felt was the hands grasping and pulling, then the sharp tear of his khaki pants being ripped in half and stripped off his body exposing his bare legs and boxer clad ass. “Boxer shorts, must be straight, this just gets better and better” The man said, Sam could almost hear the leering smile in his voice. With another quick motion and sharp tear and the boxers fall in shreds, Sam can feel them sliding down his sides onto the floor, his most private parts now completely exposed. The man runs his finger down Sam’s crack brushing against the cheeks. The sensation of the touch brought up a strange new conflicting feeling in Sam, in his mind he was disgusted and angry trapped and manhandled by this gay man, but also something about what had been done to his body had magnified his senses tenfold. Just the simple touch of a finger was driving his more basic instincts wild, his cock though locked in position would have been straining out of his shredded pants if he had been able to move. The sensation was sensual at the same time deeply arousing, he was getting more turned on from that single sensation despite the fact that it was a man, than he had ever had before. As the man probed deeper with his finger, Sam’s pleasure intensified. humiliation and anger at the violation drowned out by the pleasure this one finger was giving him. He was straining inside as the finger slid home, Sam’s only thoughts arousal and a desperate need to touch himself and get off. As the finger started sliding in and out of his virgin hole, it only got worse the frustration and pleasure forming a back and forth rut.
After the man fingered him for what seemed like both an eternity and instant Sam felt one final thrust and withdrawal of his finger from his ass and felt strangely empty. His more rational mind started to return, the humiliation and shame of being fingered while helpless started to kick in. His thoughts turned into the predicament, he was trapped and the man had obviously been responsible for it. His captor must have spiked his iced tea.What was he going to do to him next. Sam’s thoughts raced in his head, working in circles trying to find some solution or hope but each thought ending the same way, trapped unable to move in this man’s living room. He was off the set signature route so no one knew where he was. He had lost cell phone coverage at least three streets back so no one would be able to track his phone, He lived alone and had just broken up with girlfriend a week ago. It would be weeks before anyone even noticed he was missing. These thoughts were interrupted when he felt the man's hands on his ass again, this time both at his waist. He knew what the position of those hands meant, he had taken it himself countless times on countless women. The shame of being in that position would have been unbearable, except that after the fingering, some small but growing part of Sam wanted what happened next. That part of him did not have to wait long, as the man’s grip of Sam’s waist tightened and he slammed hard into Sam’s upturned ass. “UGhh, oh yeah, god I love a nice tight straight hole, bet you like the feel of a real cock too don’t you boy” The man groaned aloud. The man’s finger had not prepared Sam for the sensation of the man’s large cock plunging deep into his ass. The mixture of pain and pleasure Sam’s ass being stretched as the man’s cock slammed into his prostate overwhelmed Sam, his vision even in his frozen state blurred. The man held his thrust deep into Sam, then after a moment he withdrew, then thrust again, and again, speeding up and thrusting even harder. The man had no regard for Sam’s body, indeed in his mind Sam was just now another fuck toy. His to use as he wanted and use him he did, fucking Sam harder than he would a normal human person. Sam meanwhile was hovering between heaven and hell, the pain of his hole being stretched to its widest by the man’s thick cock a painful torture worthy of the deepest circle of hell, but the feeling of the head of the man’s cock as it slammed with almost targeted precision onto his prostate was in his heightened sensation state was a heavenly pleasure. The man’s stamina was endless, for almost an hour he pounded Sam’s ass, his body warming and dripping hot sweat onto Sam’s prone immobile form. Till even he could stand it no longer and finally came, spilling a burning hot load into Sam’s ass as he collapsed on top of him.
When the man finally got up to clean himself, Sam could still feel his cock inside of him even though he was gone. His hole ached and he was also keenly aware of the cooling sperm deep inside of him and sweat on top of him but he could do nothing about any of it. He remained there still immobilized. As the sensations from the session faded, the familiar creeping feelings of shame and anger returned now firmly tinged with a need to be filled again, which only made the shame and anger worse. Footsteps announced the return of the man, the next sound that Sam heard was the metallic thunk of something heavy next to him. He didn’t have long to guess what it was as he was hoisted in the air by the man and thrust atop some pole. The pole had been mounted with some sort of plug that fit squarely in Sam’s ass plunging in almost as deeply as the man had. While it filled him somewhat it didn’t compare to the hot throbbing cock that had been in just a minute ago and though Sam hated it, he also longed for it. The pole held him suspended in the air his hand now pointing up reaching toward the ceiling, head facing up. Knees still bent as if he was kneeling in thin air. The man made quick work of Sam’s clothing stripping off his shoes and socks and then his polo shirt. Now that his victim was completely naked, he stepped back to take in a full view of his work. Running his hands over Sam’s body. The warm hands sending pleasure wherever they glided.
“Hmmm, what to do with you now, what would you look good in, I have been doing a lot of wood lately, maybe marble, I haven’t done a marble in a few months, not since the twins in the garden.” The man said hand on his chin musing for a minute before he disappeared again this time returning with a pail of some sort of liquid. Sam could do nothing totally unaware of what was transpiring around his, his eyes were fixed toward his hand and the ceiling. His only indication of what was happening was the sensation of a roller or brush applying a thick white paste like substance on his skin. The liquid felt cool unctuous like a heavy oil paint or plaster on his bare skin. It dried quickly he could feel it tightening on his skin as it dried leaving his skin feeling heavier and stiffer. The man worked his way all over his body, the feeling of the brush on his sensitized skin brought back the deep arousal and need for release that was getting pent up on in again. Down his legs, up his firm ass, up his back and back down through his chest and abs. Brush...brush brush, he was coated, each movement of the brush turning him on more and more teasing him achingly as he had no release. As the man made his way down to Sam’s cock, he put on some gloves and dipped his hands into the liquid, rubbing it he applied it by hand to Sam’s cock. First cupping his balls massaging them rolling them in his hands and the liquid coating them in slowly and completely in the liquid. Sam meanwhile was going crazy with pleasure in his own head, he had no other thought then sensation and a pounding need for release. These feelings only intensified as he moved to Sam’s shaft gripping it in his hands lubed with the white thick liquid as he pumped up and down the shaft paying particular attention to the head. “I NEED TO CUM” Sam screamed mentally but to no avail, he would find no release.
The man finished with Sam’s hair and face coating it in the white liquid before removing his gloves. Picking up a small case he inserts two larger than normal white contacts into Sam’s eyes. “There we go now, the perfect marble statue. If I do say so myself” He said stepping back and admiring the work. The next sensation he feels is the man spinning him on the pole he feels himself rising a bit after each full rotation till finally he hears a faint click as the plug in his ass separates from the pole and he falls into the man’s arms. The man picks him up “oof a bit heavier now aren’t ya” he says as he hefts him down onto a waiting marble slab. Applying the plaster to his one flat palm and balls of Sam’s feet and knees, the man rests Sam on the slab facing the coffee table and mirror. It is at this point that Sam realizing the table was not a table but another hapless soul like him who had fallen into this man’s grasps but what disturbed him even more was the sight of himself in the mirror. Instead of a flesh and blood man what stared back at him in the mirror was a white marble statue that had all of his features, each part of his naked body on display reaching for something that wasn’t there. If he hadn’t been him, he would have sworn he was a statue. The man got up and left him again this time turning off the lights.
Sam sits there in the dark lost in a sea of shame, fear and curiosity about his new existence. Would he ever be able to move again? Was he stuck like this forever? And the one thought he kept trying to deny and push down, would he get fucked again? God he wanted that and hated that he did. His contemplation was interrupted by the brrring of a phone. The lights came back on as the man re-entered the room. The man picked up a phone “Hello, George speaking? He answered “Oh Kevin, great to hear from you, what can I do for you?” he paused and listened to the person on the other line. “Another commission for the City? I don’t know, didn’t you get into trouble for my last one, what did they call it, lewd? Stone pornography? Ha ha, yes I have heard about that ridiculous initiative.” George said patting Sam on the rump. Sam would have broken out in a cold sweat if he could as he realized who the man was. The statue in the park must have been a man like me. No wonder it had only been a temporary installation. He began to wonder what happened to him. “Well if the mayor is prepared for the blowback….. Oh really? 30 signatures short? That’s a relief.” George smiled wickedly picking up Sam’s discard clipboard and tossing it in a nearby bin. “Well in that case, I think I have the perfect piece… yes perfect timing…...just finished it today…...No no not a permanent one I’m afraid, I’m happy to loan it but you know all my work remains in my collection. Okay we’ll ship it out tomorrow. Great, bye bye.” he hung up. “Well well my boy” he cooed brushing Sam’s face “so much for wasteful spending. Looks like you’ll be spending some time thinking about the value of art in the public space.” He laughed somehow sensing Sam’s panic. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not a monster, it’s not permanent but maybe six months of being art will enlighten your perspective, though based on my experience you won’t mind it that much, Ed here” he said patting the coffee table “Has been a part of my collection for at least three years, this must be his second or third pose I can’t remember. The twins outside at least one but I guess we’ll see” he patted Sam again and once again left Sam there alone and immobile.
The next day a mover and a truck came, the two men brought with them a large wooden pallet. The smaller of the two greeted George, as Kevin. The larger of the two men as Marco, he was almost as large as George, but more built and even broader, he had tan skin and dark hair, maybe latino, with deep brown eyes. Sam could tell from the bulge in his pants and the way it strained against the fabric as he handled his statue body that Marco was aroused by Sam’s naked form. “This is great work, amazing detail it's almost lifelike” he gushed to George who was directing Sam’s boxing. “Thank you, don’t worry too much, about the padding, there's a special finish on my statutes that prevents most common types of damage.” George said as Marco wrapped began to wrap Sam in batting before hefting him onto the pallet. Marco and Kevin, the other man, brought in large wooden panels and proceeded to nail into place forming the rest of the box that would transport Sam to his new home, Anderson Park. “Hey Marco, Would you consider modeling for me sometime? You would make a great subject.” George said as he watched the two men’s movements. Marco’s face brightened. George smiled. “Maybe after you load up the statue into Kevin’s truck you’d consider staying, you have your car here right? Kevin doesn’t mind taking the statue to the park himself, they’ll have staff to unload” “Sure, I’d be honored to” the Marco replied eagerly. As the last panel of the box was pushed into place Sam hear George addressing Marco, “After all that lifting you look parched, would you like a glass of ice tea or soda?”.
