Young Anthony Tyler was a private fitness instructor, giving lessons to people who did not want to go all the way to the gym. He was a muscular man of 22, bulging at his tan muscles with a six-pack chest. His face was symmetrical with rich blue eyes, a small mouth, and a well-set jaw. His hair was blonde and his height measured nearly seven feet.
When he was called to 234——-avenue, he eagerly came. Wealthy people did not like to be kept waiting. He entered through a large iron gate in a fence covered with ivy. The gate had a figure of a bearded man at the top with penetrating eyes. Tyler walked to the door in the large red mansion. It looked like it was made of ivory with elaborately carved designs. He heard the loud barking of several dogs. Tyler shrugged, it was not usual to see homes like this.
Upon his ringing the door bell, it was quickly opened by an elderly woman. She was about 5.5 with dyed red hair. She was rather unattractive. Her face was wrinkled, her body close to three hundred pounds, and when she opened her mouth to speak several teeth were missing, "Hello, Anthony Tyler I believe it is, come have a drink before we go to the exercise room."
Another elderly lady with long white hair and a black skirt was standing behind her, "I am Martha and this is my sister, Laura," the first woman said. Tyler was very thirsty and did not think twice about it as he followed Martha to the large kitchen and accepted some water. He only remembered feeling a bit sleepy for a moment before everything blacked out.
"Here help me get him to the bed," Martha said.
Laura who was seldom in a good mood let out a groan, "I hope this one lives up to our expectations." With Martha carting the head and Laura the feet Tyler was carried into another room with a king-sized bed.
"Let's strip him and get the chains," Laura said nervously.
"Relax sister," Martha replied, with huge grin and a glitter in her eye, "That powder is enough to keep even a man of this one's strength out for some time."
Martha pulled off Tyler's shirt revealing his muscular frame. Sighing, she ran her hand along his torso, playing with his nipples between her two big fingers. Laura pulled off his jeans, and his equally muscular legs came into view. She briefly held each of them up, regarding them with a stern look.
Seeing his boxers both women waited a few moments to savor their prize. Then Martha began to gently rub Tyler's crotch. Feeling it spring to life, she took pleasure in seeing the beast move upward. Moving around to his buttocks area, Laura began to remove the boxers.
"Careful don't hurt him," Martha said. Laura shot her sister a cruel look and proceeded. Tyler's monster cock was drawn downwards, before flopping back hitting against his loins. It was 7 inches long and as thick as some bananas. The lustful women stared, Martha giggled and Laura licked her lips, drooling a little bit.
"Fetch the chain," Laura said, and Martha hurried off, returning with two felt cuffs held together, by a strong chain. Tyler's hands were clasped and hooked around the bed bars.
"Here is the antidote," Martha said drawing a vial and a needle from the pocket of her dress. "This one will be so much fun."
Tyler slowly came to his senses, "Where am I?" he asked wondering if he had been placed in a mental asylum.
"You are in our house now," Laura said in a fierce tone as Martha smiled.
"Your boss has been paid off, and if anyone comes looking for you, she will send them off on the wrong trail. You will now learn the golden rule around her, everything in this house is the property of Martha and Laura Sterling, this is," she pointed to the bed, "These are," she pointed to the cuffs which held his hands, "And this is," she said, taking his big cock in her hand. She dug her long nails deep into him until he began to wince.
"You don't want to get my sister angry at you, we would not like to see this lovely thing taken away from you, put in alcohol and made into a trophy in our basement, of which we have several," Martha said as she joined her sister in holding his penis. "This is a thick monster, but I have a saw in the other room," Laura said with a cruel laugh.
"Why are you doing this?" Tyler was still dazed from the drug. He did not really believe the women's threats to emasculate him, but still felt terrified of what they might do. Laura made a rare smile.
"When I was 40 years old, I was still a beautiful woman, but I was desperately poor. Call me a gold digger, men always do, but I doubt you have ever experienced true want. I married the man who used to own this mansion. He was seventy at the time. I hoped that he would soon die and I would be a rich widow. But he kept on living and living and living, finally dying at 101. Do you know what that is like, 31 years beside a man who could never get his cock up, and whose skin was so wrinkly it felt like a curtain? Well now he is finally dead, and I am going to teach young hunks like you what I had to go through." Tyler shuttered.
"It is time for your breaking in," Laura said with a grin. Martha lifted up Tyler's legs and held them up as high as she could on her shoulders. Extending her arm, she grabbed his penis and held it out of the way. Laura took a paddle from the wall which Tyler had not noticed before. Swinging with all her might she struck his plump ass. Tyler cried out a little, with a small tear coming to his eye. Laura struck again. This time Tyler was a bit more prepared and held his breath avoiding any signs of pain.
