Whatever Happened to Andrew and Shawn?

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Reimagining and expanding an original plot posted by Jim92 in October 2017. It was so arousing I couldn't stop exploring it. Hope you enjoy! Thanks Jim92 for your inspiration. :bow:

PART I

The Embrace

He got Corey’s name from a friend and arranged a special job. With $20,000, he acquired his own henchman. Corey had his orders, now Bobby just waited for him to complete the job.

Robert Lee Jones, retired professional wrestler, had become obsessed with two of the hottest musicians on the digital scene. By the age of 30, he was hypnotized by their performances. Andrew had a genius for subtly mixing sounds that set the bear’s muscular body rocking. Shawn’s words and music soothed his heart with their honesty and promise of love and security. He was especially moved by Shawn’s guitar interludes. Both sang their irresistibly sexy way into Bobby’s fantasies. And … he just plain lusted after their gorgeous bods. He’d been developing his scheme for a couple of years, just waiting for all the parts to come together. Now not only one but both were nearby. His dearest wish would finally come true.

Corey waited outside of the bus where 29 year old Andrew Taggart changed after another sold out show. Andrew dressed simply with a white Hanes tee-shirt, tight blue jeans, Crockett pro 2 Vans, and white Nike ankle socks. He liked being one of the guys. He finished brushing his red-gold hair before stepping off the bus to get something to eat. Corey came up behind him and injected him with drugs, knocking him out. Corey dragged Andrew to his car and laid him in the trunk of the vintage Cadillac. He drove to his next destination, reviewing his plan.

Two cities away, Corey's second target was getting ready to find party after completing a totally rockin’ appearance. Shawn Mendes, gearing up for a hot night, changed into tight black jeans, custom fitted black silk V-neck tee-shirt , a heavy leather jacket, Nike high tops, and white Nike ankle socks. At 20, the singer prided himself in his raven black hair and stubble beard. He was ready for his adoring fans. As Shawn left the star’s trailer, Corey waylaid him with a chloroform rag. Passed out, the ambusher carried him to the car and squeezed him into the trunk with Andrew.

Having snagged the prey, Corey drove them to their final destination, the warehouse where Bobby Jones was waiting for them. Bob helped Corey lift them out of the trunk and lay them on a stack of tumbling mats set up as a bed. Noting the kind of equipment Bobby had set up, he quickly took his pay and left.

Robert had already set up his still and video cameras to record this special day.

Bobby began to adore Andrew by kissing him on the lips and rubbing his crotch. As he stroked the red hair, Andrew started to wake up. His unexpected struggle forced Bobby to put his hands around Andrew’s neck and strangle him. An amateur boxer, he was a challenging opponent for Bobby’s superior strength and skill. Andrew thrashed and kicked right out of his Vans. As Bobby watched, he turned to red to blue and started gurgling and drooling. After 5 minutes of violent struggle Andrew died. He lay motionless on the bed pissing his pants and shooting his death load. Bob kissed him on the lips. Eagerly, he ran his hands down behind the belt into the pants to grasp that engorged cock, wet with piss and cum. When he squeezed the balls, Andrew let out a death moan. The body convulsed one last time. The Wrestler wriggled down to the feet of the clothed corpse, kissing along the full length of the body. He began sucking Andrew’s socked twitching feet, rubbing them all over his face. Though he had time to unzip the jeans, he was distracted before he could grasp the dripping man muscle.

While he was having fun with Andrew, Shawn started to stir. Bobby knew it was time for his second companion to join Andrew in the fun. With a swimmer’s build and light musculature he proved less of a challenge. Bobby grabbed Shawn, sat him up, and put the waiting noose around his neck. He started to tug him off the bed to hang above Andrew. As Shawn was lifted he woke up, starting to struggle and kick, grabbing at the rope as he tried to get free. He gurgled and choked, flailing his legs wildly. His tongue started to stick out and he began to drool. Bobby calmly watched his last gasps for air. When he stopped jerking he just swung there. As he was swaying, one of his shoes slipped off and landed on Andrew’s belly. Shawn started to show a bulge in his pants where a dark stain appeared. As his lizard drained, Bobby watched the piss run down his leg and drip into Andrew’s dead mouth.

Andrew didn’t care.

He cut Shawn down and laid him next to Andrew. Then he began to kiss Shawn’s face. Shawn’s stubble made his smooth chin tingle. He worked his way down the body to the socked foot he would suck and cuddle. Removing the sock, he dragged his nose along the toes. At last he pulled down the jeans zipper. He carefully wormed his hand into the fitted Tiger Mountain plaid cotton boxers, eventually prying the semi-stiffy free.

“Hey dudes, now you’ve got plenty of time for fun with me.”

He turned his full attention to both new toys. Placing them face to face Booby kissed their mouths with trembling lips. He wedged his burly body between them, directing his hands to the open zippers of their jeans. He couldn’t help but giggle as he began jiggling the stiffened cocks. He’d never known such happiness. He almost fell asleep stroking the public hair at the base of their cocks … it was sooo soothing.

They were both so good-looking he couldn’t choose a favorite.

Bobby pulled off his own clothes and began playing ‘Lucky Pierre’ with the fully relaxed bodies. Bobby, Andrew, and Shawn each got turns as the lucky guy in the middle. He laid his head between their chests, whispering gratitude for their cooperation. One finger for each navel was part of a game he invented. Bobby wasn’t greedy. He let Andrew and Shawn fondle each other’s dicks and even stuffed their hands into each other’s crotches to rub the ball sacks. Bobby Lee gladly jerked their hands for better rubbing. Helping them stroke the dicks was one of the most best ideas he’d ever had. Then he let them rub his own junk. As a final treat, he arranged them in a 69 position. Andrew’s cock was so big and slippery with cum that Shawn had a hard time keeping it in his mouth. It was really funny the way it kept popping out. Bobby could have spent hours this way but he knew that there was still more pleasant work to do.

“You two fuckers are the hottest wrestling I’ve ever had!”

Trash bags waited to store the dudes’ clothing separately; contents to be washed and cleaned. Bobby began to undress them. Since they had already been so intimate, he decided to strip them both at the same time. Collecting the Vans and Nikes he set them aside for the socks. Pulling off Andrew’s socks distracted Bobby so much he had to jerk off on the beautiful toes. Recovering, he examined the toes more carefully. Andrew’s showed tufts of beautiful red hair that gave off the aroma that only redheads produce. Bobby inhaled deeply and massaged them with his tongue. The nails needed a bit of trimming – he was glad to do that immediately. Shawn’s foot didn’t want to give up the remaining Nike ankle sock. It fit so perfectly, showing the delicate toes clearly. Bobby chose to carefully peel it, intently examining every bump and angle of the foot. When it was bare, he licked the whole soft sole three times. He couldn’t help it. Then he fondled the unfeeling bare feet of both men together.

The rest of the stripping was just as arousing. He really enjoyed tugging off the tightly tailored tee-shirts. Backs and heads thumped musically as they fell to the table top. Shawn’s glossy black chest hairs seemed to welcome being in the open air. They sprung back quickly as Bobby stroked his pecs and diddled his nipples. It took some effort to wrestle the tight tailored jeans off their hips and thighs, but eventually they slipped quickly over the calves. The belts had come off effortlessly.

At last, the final ecstasy … removing the underwear! Shawn’s snug cotton boxers proved a thrilling challenge for Bob. They demanded that he slide them down, tugging on the side seams at the leg holes. He arranged that the big black cloud of wiry hair nestling the penis would emerge only gradually. But, not before the full set of junk had been pulled through the front slit. Shawn’s dick waggled happily in the process. Andrew’s bright blue Meundies knitted boxer briefs promised a different amusement. Bobby eventually decided that they should be slowly, tantalizingly rolled down from the waist to the red-gold bush in the crotch. Andrew’s swollen prick lurched menacingly in the process. Bobby didn’t mind at all when it slapped his face. Once both men had the underpants around their ankles, Bobby had to relieve his aching balls again. The soiled briefs were tossed into their respective bags.

It’s a pity the guys weren’t aware of all this passionate attention.

Finally he removed their jewelry, being especially careful taking out the 3ct diamond stud from Andrew’s right ear lobe. Fortunately their fingers were supple enough to pull off the gold rings easily.

The undressing had turned out to be a fine aphrodisiac.

Using a large tray table and a hose with a spray nozzle, he washed the naked fellows together. It was another chance to take advantage of their inviting limpness. Forcefully sucking their dicks, he rationalized, would make them easier to clean. He shampooed their hair: head, beard, armpits, pubes, even the long dark hair on Shawn’s legs. Andrew’s red hair and ruddy skin glowed in the industrial lighting. The flexibility of their freely yielding bodies made Bobby love them even more. He turned them on their stomachs and marveled at the perfect form of their butts. That couldn’t have happened without working out. They non-consensually opened their assholes for his curious, passionate fingers. It was the first time he could finger fuck two such handsome bodies at once. He even managed to crawl on the table to rub his heavy junk on their bare buttocks. He could barely stop hypnotically stroking along the inside of their strong hairy thighs.

Their virgin sphincters were so tight that there’d been little leakage. But after Bob’s invasions, they needed to be dealt with. He found some piles of lint in a corner of the warehouse. He began shoving the absorbent material into their O-rings, gradually pushing in farther and farther until his one finger became two fingers and eventually his whole hand. The elasticity amazed Bobby, he’d never had partners this cooperative before.

He thanked them again for their unembarrassed submission.

Then, he gently toweled them dry to avoid bruising. After he laid them out with their arms at their sides, he wrapped the stiffening bodies in layers of fresh U-Haul blankets. A rope tied around each torso and over each pair of ankles secured them for what lay next. This stage of their journey was complete for the two bundles.

“I’ve wrestled with a lot of handsome hunky men in my time, but you studs were by far the most beautiful and cooperative,” he ruminated, standing over his completed work.


To be continued.
 
Hey, hot as hell!
 
Wow! You took my story and made it so much better!!! It is nice to see that i am not alone in this fantasy. Your version was so HOT!!! I cant stop reading it. Would love to see it continue with more hotties being added to the collection such as Ansel Elgort, Damian McGinty, or Logan Lerman. Keep up the good work... :hot:
 
Never heard of him but, I just looked him up and he is good looking and I do Like blondes.
 
Congratulations! This is hot and the foot fetish actions are gorgeus!! Please, do more and more stories like this, ha, ha! We need more new foot fetish stories on the net!!
 
Thanks, nothing pleases me more than turning on men!
Have you checked out "Whatever Happened to Andrew and Shawn?" Parts II and III ?
They are now posted here on CDG.
They include footwork and think you will like them too.
 
PART II

The Procedure


Now for that important phone call to Bobby’s last conspirator. Soon a van pulled up, collected Shawn and Andrew, and drove off. They were about to benefit from the latest advances in mortuary science at the hands of a taxidermist specially flown in from Alaska. Bobby met him there when hunting. There, after partying with his gang of macho wrestlers, he shot his giant trophy bear while drunk out of his mind. The bear was so messed up it looked like could never be reconstructed. This guy worked magic. Since he was a fan of Bobby’s, Bobby Lee decided to take a big risk. Pulling out a fat wad of cash, Bobby sat him down alone in his workshop and revealed his most secret desire. The guy was an independent enough cuss to go along with the deal ….. as long as he was paid all in cash, his name never appeared on any document, and he would never reveal where the work was done. Bobby told him to be ready when the time came. He couldn’t believe his good fortune.

He learned that the taxidermist had done special study in Austria; the newest techniques in embalming cadavers for medical schools. Returning to the free-wheeling Alaska frontier, he offered special services to only the richest and most select clients.* Mortal enemies, beloved companions, ruthless competitors, and defeated drug lords were among his projects. The deceased retained color, body tone, and even warmth (thanks to tiny electrodes and thermal diffusers under skin tanned to the texture of fine glove leather). There wasn’t even any hair loss. He used a metal armature similar but superior to those used by the sex doll manufacturers. A range of animatronics was available, as customized as the client was willing to pay for. Robert E. Jones had high hopes. He was glad he’d saved and invested his championship money wisely.

Robert’s arrangements continued to unfold.

The transfer to the workshop and the craftsman’s preparations took long enough for rigor mortis to start fading.

The taxidermist, or T, while not gay, did have a weakness for any fine-looking hole to plug. Ready to start working he unwrapped the first bale and stared at Shawn in amazement. There, laying on its back was the prettiest male he’d ever seen.

“Damn, Bobby Lee, you sure got good taste.”

Rolling the guy onto the stomach, he gave into his deepest urges. He had to fuck him. Draping him over the edge of the work bench, he saw strands of the lint Bobby shoved into the anus. What an amateur, thought T. Pulling out the makeshift stuffing, he arranged Shawn so the scrotum swung cleanly between the spread legs. He released the woody straining under his apron and plunged it between the clean sweet butt cheeks.

Grabbing his nads, T urged, “Come on bad boys, let’s give this beauty our full blast.”

T exploded so quickly that it was over too soon.

“That hurt good, didn’t it,” T panted to the corpse.

Then he laid out his chore out on the work bench. He got out his knives and tools, ready to work.

Being a professional, T thought to check the second bundle before committing fully to the first. Opening it, he found an ideal red-headed man. Andrew was already on his stomach. The narrow pelt of red-gold hair between the rosy cheeks proved irresistible. With recharge speed unheard of in a 46 year old, T raised a heavy 9 inch dick ready to plunge into another unresisting rosebud.

“Thanks Bobby Lee, I own you for these two.”

At last, passions satiated, he got to work. First he made casts of the men. Then one at a time, he set to skinning them. With skill and experience, he finished quickly without damaging the pelts. The ears, hands, toes and genitals remained attached to the skins. They went into the tanning process immediately. He disposed of the flesh and bones in his own unspoken manner. While the hides cured, he cast the latex bodies that would envelope the moveable titanium armatures. The specified animatronics were installed and tested. He fitted the electro magnets and charging panels on the undersides of the feet. Checking photos from Bobby Lee, he developed individualized color palettes for the finished goods. Variations of the skin tones; color shifts at the tan lines; contrasting shades of the lips, nipples, anus and genitals; tints behind the toe and finger nails were all matched perfectly. Even freckles and moles were included. The glass eyes were custom painted to be exact matches. Everything was done to faithfully reconstitute the originals. There would be no omissions or errors in T’s work, especially since he now had some ownership in this project.

When the hides were ready to fix on the latex forms T had everything in order. He took the soft elastic leather and stretched it over Shawn’s ‘body’. Toes were fixed on pins before slowly tugging the leather up the legs to the crotch. Affixing the preserved hands and penis to sockets in the armature he worked the skin up the arms and torso. Shawn fitted perfectly on the mannequin. T carefully sealed the seam of the anus to the flexible ribbed tube leading inside. He did the same with the lips and hinged plastic mouth. Finally, the head was enclosed. While not automated, the penis could be manually set into positions ranging from dangler to pole. Then he double checked the warming system. The remote control animatronics moved the right hand up and down without problems. Correctly positioning the arm allowed the hand to masturbate, scratch the crotch, or jerk off a companion. The jointed frame was flexible enough for other positions as well. The remote, movement, and heating worked and so did the panels in the soles of the feet. Then the seam up the back was closed using the tiniest couture stitches. Shawn disappeared under his dust cover. Color touchup and hair grooming would be done last.

“Okay fuzzy ass, time to suit up.”

Because of T’s care, Andrew fitted perfectly too. Stepping back, he admired his work. The shapely red-fuzzed toes were unchanged. The 8 ½ inch erection seemed to have grown larger. While T usually didn’t throw in freebies, the redhead justified lagniappe. Andrew carried a surprise.

“That purple headed soldier is a real tonsil tickler for sure,” he observed. “I know a lota folks who would pay plenty for you.”

Packed naked in cases lined with custom foam cushioning, Andrew and Shawn were ready for the trip to their permanent home.


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*T’s contact information might be available only after submission of a Dunn and Bradstreet rating.
**The user kits contained: full length dust cover, adjustable tripod stand, Neat’s foot oil, polishing chamois, down dusters, custom color touch up set (chemical formulas included for convenient duplication). All other grooming managed with everyday utensils.



Continues.
 
PART III

The Delivery

The custom pedestals arrived well before their occupants. Only 18 inches high, they were jammed with electronics. Counter sunk turntables, magnets for the delicious feet, rechargers for the remotes, digital receivers and players were all concealed inside the brushed steel octagons. They matched the steel plinth and headboard of Bobby Lee’s bed. What a bed it was. Steel posts at the corners supported springy velvet ropes around three sides. Bobby was always ready for a wrestle, especially with his two favorite playmates. One of the pedestals was placed at each side of the foot of the bed. Andrew and Shawn would frame the view of an impressive audio/visual system – complete with sound activated moving floor.

The cases, along with individualized user kits,** arrived at Robert Lee Jones’ home on schedule. Bobby Lee was barely able to control himself as T began unpacking. Shawn made the first debut. Bobby marveled at the softness of the skin, the tone of the body, the luster of the hair, and the perfect coloring of the complexion. With the figure laying on the bed, Bob tested the soles of the feet. He found them soft and without any scent … or taste … of chemicals. The toes even moved when sucked. He expected the anus to be unyielding, but it was resilient and tight, thanks to T’s patented ring spring. The body hair still formed the original distribution patterns. He gave the pubic bush a tug …. the curly hairs pulled the skin but didn’t pull out.

“I wanna see Andrew!” commanded Bob.

T smiled and insisted that they dress Shawn first. Bob brought out the clothes: leather pants, a white tee-shirt, white silk socks, Andrew’s Vans. Pulling on the socks, Bob happily discovered that silk outlined the toes clearly. T insisted his work needed underwear to show off Shawn’s beautifully preserved semi-hard. Inspecting, Bob pulled back the uncircumcised foreskin.

“OMG, you even preserved the delicate crepe surface of the head and the tiny spurs around the glans!” gasped Bobby.

He brought out a white cotton jockey brief that would snugly hold the penis at just the right angle. The tight brief would also be a good shelf should Bob want to pull out the junk and roll the balls. So, after tugging it up the legs they set the dick in a conspicuous position. The soft leather pants slithered up, fitting snugly over the briefs to display the cock. It was a struggle to fit Shawn’s big feet into Andrew’s Vans. T assured Bobby Lee that the toes would not be permanently squashed. (Anyway, the shoes and socks could easily be changed.) They discussed showing off the delicate curly black hair and erect russet nipples on Shawn’s chest. T made a convincing argument and they decided against a shirt, choosing instead to use an opened black glove leather jacket that matched the pants. Pulling on the jacket completed the clothing. It only remained to replace the diamond stud in the right ear lobe.

They set the armature to a standing position and put Shawn on a pedestal. Bobby Lee now experienced the full extent of T’s handiwork. Lifeless Shawn was as beautiful and sexy as ever. The electro magnets held him in perfect balance. T had Bob put his hands into the pants fly … Bob was astonished by the human warmth. He demonstrated the endless possibilities of the internal metal frame: standing, sitting, lying, even cuddling and sexual positions. Then he adjusted the right arm and punched the remote – Shawn was scratching his crotch!

Bob was inspired! Bob was ecstatic! Bob couldn’t wait for Andrew’s unwrapping!

Andrew emerged from the packing with his erection in full arousal. Bobby Lee was now convinced of T’s genius. It was even more fun to examine Andrew than Shawn. Andrew’s condition was just as superior. Except, when Bob explored the asshole, he found it loose and unresponsive. T plunged his fingers into the indifferent hole. After squirming them around a bit he invited Bob to try again. Perfect!

Now for the pleasure of dressing. Bob hopefully pulled out jeans, a stretch tee-shirt, white socks, and Shawn's Nike High tops. The white ankle socks were quickly installed. For some reason, T didn’t insist on underwear for Andrew. The black silk fitted V-neck tee-shirt started to glide down the arms but stopped at the armpits, caught on wiry red hair. It wasn’t too much trouble to smooth it down, though the left pit had to be smoothed twice. The snug tee stretched revealingly over the pecs, allowing a clutch of glinting red chest hair to explode from the V. Straightening the shirt below the waist, Bob found a tiny star tattoo he hadn’t noticed before on the right hip. While working, he kept brushing his hand ‘accidently’ against that fascinating dick. Andrew’s tailored jeans still revealed the outline of his well-exercised legs and ass. Now Bob understood why there were no underpants. He couldn’t close the fly over the big erection. The hard cock would just have to stick out. No problem, it would be a thing of joy forever. Shawn’s Nikes were too big for the feet. So, Bob had to force himself to reach in and stuff tissue around them. In ‘action’ the shoes would probably fly off easily – nothing wrong with that!

When the completed Andrew was on his pedestal, T had Bobby Lee sit down. The body had the same technology as Shawn’s, but different animatronics. T used the remote and the hips began to gently rock, thrusting the rigid penis back and forth. Bob was delighted. He envisioned many happy hours relishing this toy and sharing it with Shawn. Both playmates turned out far better than imagined.

Bob could only burble, “Money well spent.”

T had still one more feature to show. At no charge, out of gratitude for the pleasure Shawn and Andrew gave him, he had inserted a thin tube down Andrew’s urethra. He now introduced a removeable slender milky-white acrylic rod with a tear on the end into that tube. T gifted Bobby Lee, Shawn, and Andrew with an eternally pre-cumming boner. PRICELESS!

Now Robert Lee Jones can enjoy his two loves as long as his heart desires. His permanent companions will greet him every morning; Andrew with his rousing hard on and Shawn with his sparkling ear. He can wrestle with these toy boys to contentment without danger of spoiling them. Submissive collaborators, they’ll freely continue to share their beautiful bodies, no matter what changes life and age bring Bobby.

NOTE:
Even with extensive media coverage and frantic searching no one ever found these men. To this day they are still registered as missing. Maybe they’ll show up one day in an estate sale … maybe even at Sotheby’s.

Conclusion.
 
Great! I'll check Sotheby's catalogue monthly.
 
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