Jason · Part 1

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His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles.

He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through aheavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around.

They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the walls. Opening the cabinet's double doors, the women reached in and pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed and fell back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked young man and chuckled.

"Ready?" The older of the two women asked. The younger girl nodded excitedly. "Then let's get to work before he comes around enough to resist."

He felt their hands on him again, pulling him to a sitting position, back against the wall. As they maneuvered him, his mind drifted back to the events leading up to his current predicament.

"No baby, it's okay to talk.

There aren't any customers right now. Besides, the Dragon Lady never comes by the booth on the weekends." He sat on a small chair, feet up on the cash register counter, cell phone pressed to his ear. Ignoring the customers browsing around the kiosk he worked part time at, the young man continued the conversation with his girlfriend. "Our plans for the summer are more important than these shoppers anyway." He focused on his girlfriends voice, tuning out the sounds of the busy shopping mall.

"Jason!" The voice came from behind him. He recognized it instantly and in a panic, jumped to his feet.

"Shit Kris, I gotta go,"

Jason hung up the phone and turned to face his boss.

"So, this is what I pay you for Jason?"

"Uh, no ma'am," he stammered.

Unable to look her in the eyes, his glance moved quickly to the floor at his feet.

"Spare me, kid," she said.

"I heard your entire conversation. To say I'm disappointed in you would be a severe understatement. Now let's see if I've got this right, the customers are not important, you're not worried about your job because I… excuse me… the 'Dragon Lady' never comes around on the weekends, and planning your summer break is top priority. Have I summarized your attitude correctly?

And look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"No Ma'am," he replied, looking at the beautiful woman standing before him. She stood 5'9", almost as tall as him, had a drop dead figure. Her long, jet black hair framed a face that could have belonged to a Super Model. He hated looking into her hazel eyes, always feeling as though he was getting lost inside of them, melting away. He called this creature of perfection "Dragon

Lady" only because he didn't want his girlfriend to know how gorgeous his boss really was. "I… I don't know what to say, I'm sorry."

"Well, at least you are not stupid enough to make up any lies. Jason," she said, putting her hands on her hips like a scolding parent, "I took a big chance hiring you and

I expected better. I stopped by today to have a look and see why sales have been slipping on the weekends. Now I know. I thought you were worth the risk, second year of college, steady girlfriend. I thought you understood the concept of responsibility. I guess I was wrong."

"I…" he stammered and dropped his eyes to the floor once again, unable to meet her fiery gaze.

"Don't talk," she said. "Just look around. You're obviously not interested in working when I'm not here.

I mean look at how you're dressed. You don't look like that on weeknights."

She looked the boy over disapprovingly. He was wearing white nylon basketball shorts and a matching white tank top, athletic ankle socks and expensive, name brand sneakers. Although she found his choice of garments unacceptable for work, she had to admit he looked good. His 19 year old body was well defined but not overly muscular, toned from the various sports he participated in at school. She also noticed that no exposed part of his body, except his head, had any sign of hair. Legs, arms, back, chest, even his arm pits, were all smooth. The dirty blonde hair on his head had been cut short in a currently popular style. She knew he was on the swim team and guessed that he removed all of his body hair for that reason. All of it, she wondered?

"Ms. Victoria, I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can say or do?"

"Not really. Basically, you're fired. The reasons are as follows: one, you did not come dressed appropriately for work. Two, you were caught using the business phone for personal use.

Three, you were ignoring customers. Four, you were insubordinate to your boss, the "Dragon Lady".

"I'm fired?" This couldn't be happening, not with school out for the summer. He had anticipated a lecture, but not this.

She could see him holding back tears. One thing she could say for him was that even though he played the part of a tough jock, he was just a sensitive boy at heart. "That's right," she said, "now I am a fair woman, so I will pay you for this week.

However, I can't right now, since you didn't make any money today." She handed him a piece of paper. "Here is my address. Come by my house at 7pm sharp and I'll have your money ready. Be there on time. Don't disappoint me further."

He took the paper and stared down at her address, not noticing the tone of her last statement. He did not understand. She wanted him to come over? She had just fired him. Was she making a pass at him? Firing him in order to have more than a boss

– employee relationship? He was upset and confused, his mind a jumble until his teenaged hormones kicked in. what the hell, he thought, she's only 35, a widow, and extremely hot, why not?

"Jason," she said "do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, suddenly blushing at the thoughts he was having.

"Good, you can go now. I'll close up the booth. Remember, 7:00 on the dot if you want to get what's coming to you." With that she turned and walked away from him thinking that everything had gone perfectly.

Back at his dorm room, Jason's girlfriend Kristi was waiting for him. She had anticipated what had happened from the hang up. "Got fired huh?"

"Yeah," he said, starting to take off his shoes.

Kristi sat down on the bed next to him in the small room he shared with another student. School had just let out for the summer and his roommate had gone home for the almost two months of no classes. Jason had decided to stay at the dorm since his parents had just left for a two month European tour. "What are you doing,"

she asked.

"Changing," he replied. "I told you I have to go over to Ms. Victoria's house so I can get paid."

"I know, but why change?

She already fired you, why bother making a good impression now?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right,"

he said, retying his shoe. Besides, he thought to himself, it was obvious she liked the clothes, despite what she said.

"So let's go," Kristi said as she stood up.

"Go where, Kris?"

"Over to your ex-boss' place.

I'd like to meet the 'Dragon Lady' who gave you your walking papers."

The argument that followed was pointless and he knew it. Kristi would not give in so he just knuckled under and agreed, losing any hope he had of finding out if his suspicions were correct.

As she turned off the light and shut the door behind them, Kristi thought to herself that everything was going perfectly.

It had all been strangely pleasant, as though nothing had happened. They had been in the house for about forty-five minutes just talking, mostly about Jason. Ms. Victoria had brought them soft drinks and handed Jason a check for his final wages, but said nothing about the incident that afternoon. She had even shown the pair around her out-of-the-way five bedroom colonial home that sat on the five acres of her property. She had even mentioned that she had a small barn out back and that she would enjoy showing it to him sometime.

He downed the last of what was in his glass and sat there, on the sofa. He was still holding the check she had handed to him, having no pockets to put it in. Kristi leaned over and offered to hold it for him until later. Ms. Victoria just smiled as he handed over the check and almost fell off the sofa. Kristi leaned him back as the room started spinning around him. His girlfriend was stroking the side of his face as his eyes rolled back into his head and he began to black out.

Jason drifted in and out of consciousness as the two women began stripping off his clothes. He was vaguely aware of what was happening, but was too groggy to resist. He saw

Kristi hand the check back to the older woman who promptly tore it up.

"He won't be needing this,"

she said as she tossed the remains into the trash

Kristi had already removed the boy's tank-top, shoes, and socks when Victoria reached over and pulled off his shorts, revealing the white briefs underneath.

"Sorry Aunt Victoria," she said. "It was the one thing he wouldn't go for. He even hates the skimpy swimsuits he has to wear at practice, so smaller underwear were out of the question, no matter how much I tried."

'Aunt Victoria', Jason thought, fighting back a wave of nausea as the room seemed to flip over. 'They're related?' He felt his underwear pulled from his now naked body.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart," Victoria said, "at least you got him to shave, everything, I see." She rubbed her hand across his hairless groin.

"That was surprisingly easy,"

Kristi replied proudly. "He already had to shave everything else for the swim team, getting him to do his private parts after that was a cinch.

Especially after I showed him that I shaved mine. Plus, yesterday I introduced him to that new depilatory you gave me, so we don't have to worry about any re-growth for at least two weeks. He enjoyed not having to use a razor so much that he even did his face with it."

"Excellent," Victoria said smiling.

He had started to come around a bit as they brought him down to the basement, but was still too groggy to offer up any resistance. He realized now that everything had been planned by these two women. His girlfriend of six months and his employer of four were apparently related, a fact that he had been ignorant of until now.

He wondered what they had put in his drink that could incapacitate him so thoroughly without completely knocking him unconscious. His wondering came to an abrupt end as the two women began their task in earnest.

They approached him with the first item that they had pulled from their cabinet. It took him a moment to figure out what it was they were holding. He stared in horror at the black latex bodysuit, not believing that the way too small garment was intended for him. It resembled the full bodysuits worn by ballet dancers except that it appeared to have full coverage for the hands and feet. There was a zipper that went from the upper back to the top of the high neck and several openings strategically placed throughout.

As Kristi began pulling the skintight suit up her boyfriend's feet, Victoria pulled his hands behind his back and locked them together with a pair of handcuffs. Jason tried to say something, but was hushed by Victoria who told him that if he didn't remain calm and quiet, things would get much more uncomfortable. Kristi laughed as they stood him up and, leaning his upper body against the wall, pulled the second skin up his legs, stopping just below his butt. They bent him over roughly and he felt something being pushed past his ass cheeks and up against his anus. He yelped as the head of the ten inch long dildo plug pushed into him.

The boy squirmed and gasped as the full length of the intruder slid into his rectum, it's girth stretching and filling his bottom completely. Several straps were quickly buckled, locking the plug in place. The bodysuit was then pulled up over his rear, so that two plastic nozzles attached to the base of the plug fit through two matching holes in the suit.

Victoria then removed his cuffs, which were meant only to restrain him while the plug was inserted.

The women quickly pulled the rest of the latex suit onto him, completely encasing his body in the tight, stretchy rubber. As the finishing touches were applied, Jason realized that his genitals had been pulled through a small opening in the crotch of the suit, and that his nipples also extended through perfectly placed holes. The boy winced as Victoria zipped up the back of the suit just before Kristi handed her more items from the cabinet.

The first was a set of leather wrist cuffs which she used to once again lock his wrists behind his back. The second item was a wide leather posture collar which she then secured around his neck, completely covering the suit's zipper. With this high collar now locked in place with a small padlock, Jason found himself unable to lower his head.

Victoria and Kristi stepped back and allowed the now fully conscious boy to stand on his own. Completely helpless, Jason stood still, not wanting the plug inside of him to move around. Victoria then brought over a length of chain and attached one end to the center of his wrist manacles. She then threaded the other end through the lower of two D rings centered at the back of his collar, and began pulling the chain down.

"Kristi honey," Victoria said to her niece as she slowly raised the boy's arms behind his back, "it's time to gag him now. Will you take care of it? My hands are full."

Kristi picked up another object and brought it over to the helpless boy.

Seeing it momentarily took Jason's mind off of his cramping arms and plugged ass. It was about five inches long and shaped like a curved erect penis.

It had straps all around it and circling the base was a foam ring with two molded plastic projections coming out from either side. As she approached him with the strange gag, he winced as his arms were drawn up even farther behind him.

"Please… why?" He stammered as his girlfriend turned the gag so that it curved downward and pushed it into his mouth. Kristi smiled as she wedged the head of the hard rubber cock deep in his throat.

"Just relax, sweetheart,"

she said, "it has to go in all the way to work properly."

He wretched violently as she pushed it home. scrunching up the foam ring so it fit past his teeth.

Once in place, the foam expanded again behind his teeth, securing the shaft in place. Kristi then pulled his cheeks open and slid the molded plastic mouth guards into place in front of his gums, sealing off his mouth completely.

Still choking on the fake cock down his throat, Jason grimaced as Victoria pulled hard on the chain, forcing his arms into a painfully unnatural reverse prayer position with his hands up between his shoulder blades. Victoria then padlocked the chain back down to his wrists, forcing Jason to arch his head back to ease the pressure on his neck. Kristi took advantage of the boy's distraction to pull the gag's straps into place, buckling and locking them behind his head.

Victoria chuckled as she came around in front of him and retrieved yet another item. "He looks so natural with those long, hard cocks up his ass and down his throat. I think he likes it." Kristi brought over a stepladder and climbed up while Victoria attached a second chain to the back of Jason's collar. Passing the other end to Kristi, Victoria watched as she threaded it through a ring screwed into the ceiling. Passing the end back down to her aunt, Kristi climbed down and moved the ladder away, pausing only to pick up some leather straps.

As Victoria watched, holding the boy's leash, Kristi buckled the straps tightly around Jason's ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, securing his lower body together. Satisfied with her efforts, the girl gave her aunt the thumbs up sign and watched as Victoria began to pull down on the chain.

Jason panicked as he felt the tugging on the front of his collar as Victoria pulled the chain through the ring on the ceiling. For a moment he thought they were going to hang him as he choked from both the gag and the pressure on his collar.

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