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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. 
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.
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.
