Frazeeme
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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.
To be Contiued.
__________
* T's contact information might be made available only after submission of a Dunn and Bradstreet rating.
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.
To be Contiued.
__________
* T's contact information might be made available only after submission of a Dunn and Bradstreet rating.
