That Hennison is such a doll! (mc celeb asfr)
by Richard Pickman
"Who the hell are you?" John Hennison said, looking at the speaker through his sequined sunglasses. Along with the skintight sequined leather pants, it was part of the image that had been created for him. Every successful wrestler had to have his own unique style, and Hennison's popularity attested to the success of his. "How'd you get into my dressing room?"
"I'm your biggest fan, Mister Hennison. I needed to see you in person, just you and me. And when I want something, there's very little that can stop me."
"Look, man, I love my fans, but some respect for my privacy, OK?"
"Your privacy is the last thing on my mind. Your privates, on the other hand, and the rest of that body you've devoted so much time to building up, that's what I'm here for. You wrestlers have certainly gotten hotter over the years."
"Ok, that's crossing the line. I'm calling security."
"No, no, John. I can call you John, can't I? Not that I care. You're coming with me."
Hennison laughed. This small scrawny guy couldn't make him do anything. But the guy still creeped him out. When he started to mumble in some strange language and wave his hands around, Hennison started to laugh again. That is, until he started to feel woozy. His vision blurred, then he knew no more.
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On the way out of the stadium, a security guard stopped him. "Did you get to meet John Hennison like you wanted?"
"Yeah, but it was a letdown. I wanted him to sign my action figure of him, but he said no, so I left. See?" He showed the guard the toy. "That looks so… lifelike," said the guard. "Yes," said the young man, "it is. I paid a lot to get it."
"Have you seen him since? No one seems to be able to find him."
"No, no I haven't. I'm sure he'll turn up. If I do see him, I can tell him you're looking for him."
"Ok, thanks. Have a nice evening."
The young man walked away, smiling. If the guard had only known he had found the object of his search. But there was no way he could have believed that. A man turned into a plastic figurine? Ridiculous!
Ridiculous, but true.
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"What, where am I?" The last thing Hennison remembered, he was arguing with that little guy. Now he was in a large room with mirrors on the walls and padded mats on the floor. It looked like a practice space for wrestling. He could see the young man behind him in the mirrors. Hennison was still wearing his sunglasses and skintight black leather pants. But this pair had red and silver sequins, not all silver like when he was at the stadium. The thought of the man undressing him, and what else he might have done, enraged him. Hennison turned around to confront the other man.
Or tried to. That was when he realized he couldn't move.
"I've allowed you the freedom to speak, but that's all. Eventually I'll let you move again. And assume all sorts of interesting positions."
"What did you do, give me some drug to paralyze me? Did you kidnap me to get some kind of ransom? The police are going to find you, you know. You should let me go now, and maybe I won't press charges."
"You're so funny, John. Have you noticed you're not in a position to negotiate? I don't want a ransom. You're going to give me everything you own anyway. As for the police, if they somehow trace me here, they won't find you. Since all I have to do is this." The man started mumbling again, and Hennison felt woozy again. When he recovered, he was in another part of the same room. Now he was wearing the orange and silver sequined pants with the fringe around the ankles. He struggled, but still couldn't move.
"Yep, all I have to do is turn you into a doll. Doesn't matter if you don't believe it, 'cause that doesn't stop it being true. I've learned a few magic tricks over the decades. Like keeping this youthful figure since the 19th century. I do get bored now and then, of course. When I do, I find a new toy to play with. The first time I saw you wrestling, I knew I'd found my latest toy. Your body is, as the kids say, sick. I got to you at just the right time. I'm going to make sure you stay looking like this for a lot of years. You're going to provide me with so much entertainment. Like this."
Mumble, woozy. He wasn't wearing sunglasses anymore, and had one hand raised over his head.
Mumble, woozy. Standing on one foot, but not falling over.
Mumble, woozy. Feet were wide apart, and his sunglasses were back on.
Mumble, woozy. Feet together, hands at his side.
"See, I can do anything I want to you, put you in any pose. What do you think about that?"
"Uhh, wuuuh, you, duhh, thu-thu-thu."
"You're saying it's hard to think? Well, that's no surprise. Every time I transform you, you lose a little intelligence. It's not permanent, but the more I do it, the longer it takes for you to get it back. But that's OK, since I didn't nab you to provide me with witty banter. Moans of pleasure and grunts while I fuck your brains out will do. Which in your current state, won't take much. You'll also find that as your intelligence goes down, so does your resistance to following my commands. In fact, you don't even know why you shouldn't do anything I say, do you?"
"No, should do, whatever you, say."
"And believe everything I tell you. Like that you're really gay, and that I'm the most irresistibly sexy person you've ever met."
"You're so, so sexy, make me, unnhh, horny."
"That's more like it. I'm your Master, and you must obey me. You want to obey me, and satisfy all my needs. Let's get you ready for me to have some fun with you."
Mumble, woozy. Hennison was naked, on his hands and knees. He was more turned on then he had ever been. Maybe. He was having trouble remembering anything. Not that it mattered. He was about to be taken by the hottest person on the planet.
As he was entered, Hennison made sounds of primal ecstasy. His head wobbled, then fell to his chest. Then it was yanked up as the master pulled it up by his long hair.
"Oh, John, you are going to make a fantastic sex beast. Scream for me, bitch. Scream as I fuck you into submission. Scream as I make you my slave, forever."
Hennison obeyed, so loud it hurt the master's ears. So the master covered his mouth with his other hand. Hennison continued to scream until he was hoarse. Then the master's hands roamed over Hennison's body, pinching his nipples and tugging his hardness. He finally gripped Hennison's narrow hips and powered into him, filling him with his essence. As the Master fell onto his sweaty back, Hennison knew it was done. He belonged to the Master. Forever.
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