You could most definitely say that my childhood experiences shaped me into what I have become today. I have no doubt that my exhibits feel I am an inhuman monster, but I like to think I am rather a product of a society that doesnt understand sensitive souls like myself.I experienced abuse as a child sure. I was bullied mercilessly at school. But I have come out the other side as a freedom fighter of oppression.
I only take arrogant pricks. Sportsmen or muscle guys or gym freaks. The type who know that their body is a temple and like to flaunt it unelentingly. They have to be straight. They have to be alpha. And then they arouse my attention.
The way I see it, I am giving them purpose. A real way to serve and show off their bodies. They probably dont agree as it definitely marks a real change in their lives. But becoming a part of my collection should be an honour.
Tommy was the first. He pissed me off at the gym. I watched him for a while. The way he sneered at me sometimes. The indifference he showed me. And I felt sure he would benefit from an attitude adjustment. Cue the quick needle in the car park and he was in the boot of my car before anyone noticed.
Tommy lives a useful life now. I am a metal worker by trade, and it didn’t take me long to rig up the frame that holds him securely in place. He lives now as my naked bedside table. His legs and arms are spread wide, exposing his shaved genitals and tiny nub of a cock cage. The strap around his neck holds the bedside lamp above his head, the cord neatly tucked between his arse cheeks. His mouth is held open by a harsh O ring so that I dont hear him speak. Furniture doesn’t talk! I can also use it as an ashtray when necessary.
Tommy cries often. No doubt the anger and frustration spills over. But I like to think he knows he is in his true place now. Serving and humbled.I like to look into his eyes and fondle his little locked dick, taunting him for the fact that he hasn’t cum in the twelve months he has been my object.
I do of course release him. Twice a week he is stretched out fully on the wall rack so his muscles get chance to stretch from their painful bondage. He doesn’t know anything about it of course thanks to the chloroform. A real shame for him, because I feel sure he’d enjoy the way I play with his body and bring that locked cock to life.
So Tommy was the first. But I soon realised I wanted a full and real collection. When I met bodybuilder Brad at the local swimming pool, I just knew that I wanted to add him to my collection. And so as my collection grew, I changed my modus operandi. Using the MISSING poster of Tommy, I created a nice photo frame that sits on the wall behind his bald head. A frame that shows his smiling face with a full head of hair, to remind me what he was before i changed him.
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