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."
