Brandon Twice
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Jackson Gunn Is a Real Doll
🕑 Added 2019-11-23 00:44:36 +0000 UTCA weaselly guy with a goatee greeted Jackson at the door. He introduced himself as Mikael. His beady eyes lit up at the sight of Jackson’s big body. Jackson wore joggers and a hoodie to the meeting. A guy his size looked massive even when he covered himself up.
Mikael slammed the heavy door shut behind him and slid two heavy bars in place, finally spinning a wheel (like on a bank vault) to seal the lock. “Security is… paramount around here…” He said. Mikael was little and hyper, half Jackson’s size and constantly moving with a jittery energy Jackson imagined would be grating in large doses.
“Yeah, great,” Jackson said as he followed Mikael down some steep grated stairs to a what looked like a clothing store.
“I bet it’s weird,” Mikael said as he flicked some switches that lit up the huge warehouse area lined with racks of what looked like leather gear, lycra and skimpy workout clothes. “Having a sex doll made of you, I mean. I can’t imagine seeing a blow-up doll that looked just like me.”
Jackson raised an eyebrow as he looked down at Mikael, who darted around the warehouse rearranging random items on the racks and shelves as Jackson followed him. Not sure anyone would ever want a doll made of you, Jackson thought.
“Not that weird,” Jackson said in his deep, gruff voice, He rubbed a meaty hand along his broad chin and looked around the room, casually stroking through a rack to see the hanging harnesses and leather straps they offered. “I’ve made a living wrestling dudes with basically just a cock on my sock. I jerk off on camera to pay the bills, bro. At this point, I’ve pretty much done it all. It takes a lot to ruffle my feathers.”
Mikael seemed to be looking for clothes. He grabbed a leather harness, then paused, returned to the rack and grabbed a mesh tank top. He pulled a tablet from the pocket of his denim vest, swiped across its screen a few times, then returned the tank top and wheeled a three-tiered ladder around to get to some higher shelves. The clothing racks went all the way to the ceiling.
“So, what’s with all the clothes?” Jackson asked. The room had an echo. They were the only ones there; the silence, and the fact that they were underground, was eerie. But Jackson was a jacked up ex-marine, twice the size of any other guy (and four times the size of little Mikael). He tried not to let on how uncomfortable he was getting. “I figured you’d have me, y’know, naked for the casting.”
Mikael laughed. “Oh, no, we need you clothed. Something nice and tight to make those thick muscles really pop!”
Jackson chuckled at the little guy’s giddiness. “Are all the dolls gonna be wearing the same outfit?” he asked.
Mikael paused and glanced at Jackson, an eyebrow raised. “ ‘All the dolls?’ “ he asked. A silent moment passed and he continued to search through racks of compression tights. Jackson just let the question die.
“So, is the outfit gonna be removable?” he said. He saw a shiny red tank top that he liked, plus some shorts that might be his size. He crossed the room and plucked them off their hangers. “Like, it comes in the box with the clothes on but you can rip them off if you want to fuck me nude?”
“Oh, no,” Mikael said as he returned. He had a shiny rubber cut-off and some rubber shorts. “No, once the casting is finished the clothes will be like a second skin. Did they not explain to you the whole process?”
Jackson shrugged his big shoulders. “They just said they’d be using my likeness for a year, and that the doll would be hyper-realistic.”
Mikael chuckled. “Likeness?” He cocked his head to the side, then shook off whatever thought was brewing. Jackson assumed this guy was on something. “Well, if you want to see a finished doll, let’s go check the collection.”
Mikael handed the rubber outfit to Jackson as they left the room. Another heavy reinforced door creeked open loudly and Mikael flipped a huge switch on the wall. Green lights above them buzzed to life. “The dolls are all stored over here,” Mikael said. He opened double doors in the wall and pressed a button. A conveyor belt buzzed to life and heavy zippered canvas bags, each roughly the size of a person but no thicker than a couple of inches, swung into view. “This is our store. Did they use the phrase ‘hyper-realistic’ when they were pitching this idea to you? Because our official verbiage is, ‘true-to-life.’ Because of course they’re realistic. Why wouldn’t they be?”
Jackson didn’t have a good answer for such a bizarre question. Mikael plucked a canvas from the carousel and pulled it down.
“So you see,” he said as he ran the zipper up the side and shook out what looked like a flattened rubber man, “the suits are stored uninflated, but they each have a mechanism right behind the knee…” He grabbed the floppy leg of the rubber doll and clicked a small button. The head had been flopped backward, its blank stare and wide-open mouth pointed right at Jackson, but with the button clicked the whole doll started to self-inflate. The head popped upright, the appendages all filling out. Jackson’s eyes widened as he saw actual thickness and dimension filling the doll’s body. Like they weren’t just inflating with air, but with actual muscle.
“Holy shit,” he said as he watched the dolls arms, then pecs and back muscles all inflate from what looked like a featureless doll moments before. “This thing is… What’s in this? It’s not air.” He squeezed the doll’s butt. It was warm and springy, not like flesh exactly but definitely not like any blow-up doll he’d ever seen.
“See, there’s a very high-tech polymer that expands when the inflation device is triggered,” Mikael explained. “That, plus the doll retains all of its essential properties even when it’s deflated. No fingerprints or moles,” Mikael said, rubbing his fingers on the doll’s smooth hands, “but things like muscle composition and erogenous zones are all recorded when the doll is first created.”
Jackson chuckled as he examined the doll. It was almost as tall as he was, a well-built bodybuilder with a blonde mohawk. He was shredded like he was doing some underwear modeling. Jackson ran his fingers along the doll’s abs. “So like a weird kind of muscle memory,” he said. “Wait, erogenous zones?”
“Oh yeah,” Mikael said. “Of course the doll can sense what you’re doing to it. That’s part of what we offer to our clientele. That’s what sets us apart.”
Jackson looked into the doll’s lifeless blue eyes. Jesus, he thought. This thing even smells like a sweaty dude. He assumed there was some sort of microchip somewhere in it with pre-recorded responses; moaning, probably, or something like, “Fuck me harder!” The doll’s cock was completely erect, pointed up at his belly. Every vein was perfectly replicated. It looked almost like a real cock. Jackson jacked the doll’s cock a bit and chuckled.
“Man, so real I bet he cums, too!”
“Oh no,” Mikael explained. “They don’t get to cum. Ever. The building need for release does rise continuously but the dolls never get a release. However, the asses do self-lubricate.”
To inspect, Jackson went around the back and slid a finger in the doll’s big, meaty ass. Sure enough, it became nice and slick as soon as he got in there. “Well, that’s convenient as hell! Great product you people offer here.”
He looked the jacked doll up and down again. “Man, this guy’s a good-looking dude. You’ve got him in just a speedo, too. I’d kill to wrestle this dude sometime. You’ll have to let me know what the model’s name is.”
Mikael shrugged. “Obviously not until both of your contracts are up.”
Fucking legalities, Jackson thought. Then he reached down and pressed the space behind the doll’s knee. All of the muscle suddenly deflated. It collapsed in a pile, folding over on itself. Jackson picked the empty thing up and examined it. Still, those dead blue eyes, that wide-open mouth, almost an expression of shock on its face. Maybe some customers are into that.
“So does it, like, moan or something?” Jackson reached down and tickled the doll’s balls. They were clearly rubber, but had a surprisingly realistic texture. They jiggled just like big, full balls. “Or say, ‘Fuck me daddy’ or whatever?”
Mikael shook his head. “We can install voice boxes that say a number of prerecorded phrases Depending on how much our clients are willing to invest, a doll can have as many as two dozen unique reactions to specific stimuli. But the standard model is voiceless.”
“So do I gotta wear this rubber thing?” Jackson said as he examined the outfit. “I know it said in the contract you’d choose the doll’s overall appearance, but… I’m not really a big rubber guy.”
Mikael put his hand over his mouth and snickered. “Well, let me assure you, Mr. Gunn, you will be!” He walked by Jackson, giving the big hunk a slap on the ass. Jackson was shocked by the sudden boldness.
“Okay, cool,” he said. “What’s next?”
“One last area, the processing chamber,” Mikael said. He guided Jackson through yet another overly fortified door into a room with a small rectangular window in it. “You get dressed here, and we’ll bring you in there,” Mikael said, pointing to the room beyond the window. “Then the processing begins, and then… bam! Brand new doll.”
“Cool,” Jackson said. “How long is it going to take?”
“Oh, just about 4 or 5 minutes,” Mikael said. He tapped at his tablet, apparently accessing the controls for the room. A section of wall slid away with a rush of pressurized air. The room beyond was all indigo light. The wall, floor and ceiling were covered with a neon green grid pattern.
“3D printing is fucking amazing,” Jackson said. “Anywhere I can change into this?” He shook the skimpy rubber outfit.
Mikael just shrugged. “I mean, you’re about to be a rubber sex doll. I think it’s strange to need privacy now, don’t you?”
Jackson shrugged. “Fair point,” he said. He tugged off his shirt, excited to see Mikael’s eyes light up. Jackson wasn’t into dudes, but all these years turning guys’ gears like this… It definitely got his broth bubbling. There was something about standing next to a dude, pec-to-pec and package-to-package, flexing your big fucking muscles and exerting your force to prove that you were the stronger man… Add to that the extra dimension, that other men furiously cranked their dicks to the whole display, and Jackson nearly got drunk off all that power.
This body, he thought as he reached down with a beefy hand and grabbed the base of his hoodie, can dominate a room full of dudes all by itself. “Gonna need your help to get it off, over these lats,” Jackson growled with the hoodie halfway up his torso. Mikael was all too happy to oblige, which Jackson absolutely counted on. He even caught the little guy sniffing it as he folded it and set it down. That’s right. I can crush a guy into the ground with one hand, get five men beating their decks with one pec bounce. Man, the marines really didn’t tap into his true power. He should be shipped overseas to incapacitate foreign armies, leaving half of them beaten to a pulp, the other half beating their own dicks in a frenzy.
Jackson smiled once he was shirtless, casually flexing his left pec, then his right, as he looked down at each with his lips pursed seductively. “What do you think?” he said in his deep, gruff voice. He took a step toward Mikael. “You think I’m gonna make a good doll?” he said once he was close enough that Mikael could surely feel the heat coming off his muscular frame.
Mikael nodded emphatically as he took in every inch of the big man before him. “Oh yes, yes I do!”
Jackson licked his lips, then put his hands behind his head to make his biceps flair out. “What do you think? Is this gonna be too much doll for you? You think you can handle a sex doll as big as me?”
Mikael’s hands stopped just before touching Jackson’s tanned muscle. “A-absolutely,” he stammered.
“I guess we can’t get started until we get me out of these pants, now, can we?” Jackson flicked the drawstring on his joggers, and then bit his lip. “You want to help me out of these?” He was loving the way Mikael was dissolving into an anxious mess. That power he had--to push men’s buttons and make them his bitch just by bouncing his muscles a little--was like an intoxicant to Jackson. He could never get enough of it.
Mikael’s hands were so shaky they nearly lacked the dexterity to untie the drawstring. Once it was undone, it was an ever to slide them over Jackson’s oversized quads. Once he was naked, Jackson made his quads wobble back and forth, then squeezed them and gave them a slap to show off their size. He turned around and bent at the waist to make his big glutes pop out. When he felt Mikael’s hands grab hold, he spun around and pushed the little man back.
“Uh-uh,” Jackson said with a grin, darting his tongue at the little man. “I think Jackson-the-man might be a little too much for you, little guy. Better wait for Jackson-the-doll, I think.”
Mikael smiled, unphased by the rejection. “Oh, I will! Don’t you worry.” He handed over a bottle of lube. “You might want to get your cock nice and slick before you pull on those rubber pants.
Jackson gave Mikael a smoldering gaze as he slowly methodically rubbed his cock and balls with the glistening lube. Then he slid the pants on, adjusting his cock so it pointed straight up, and pulled on the shirt. It fit so tightly Jackson couldn’t even take too much of a breath before it squeezed him too hard.
“Snug,” he said with a grin. “Let’s get the next phase finished so I can get out of this stuff, shall we?”
Mikael gestured for Jackson to enter the room. The wall panel slid back into place. For a moment, inside the strangely lit blue room, Jackson felt a little claustrophobic. He watched Mikael through the window, tapping at his tablet, and started to hit some poses.
“Just tell me how you want me to look,” Jackson said. He flexed his lats, pumped up his chest, then rubbed his hands over his big biceps, wondering if the room was scanning him the whole time.
“Just stand at attention,” Mikael said through an intercom.
Jackson did as he was told. “When does this shit start?” he said. His skin felt odd. It was almost like he couldn’t tell where the rubber clothes ended and his own skin began. His whole body was tingling too, especially his cock, like he’d just taken an ecstasy or something. He grinned widely. “Man, this feels good!”
“It’s already 20% complete,” Mikael said. “Please hold still while the process completes. Is that the expression you want your doll to have on its face? It’s sexy, for sure.”
Jackson thought as he held his pose. He felt lighter somehow, like a gust of wind could knock him over. Must have been nervousness about being stuck in this weird room. “I think I want…” Then he came up with the perfect expression: half-smirk, lip curled up on the right, chin thrust forward. But as he tried to pose, he suddenly felt the tingling in his cock increasing dramatically. He could feel the cool air on his cockhead; he was not only hard, but about an inch or so of his cock was poking out of the top of his shorts!
“Should I… adjust that… or…” He tried to look down at his cock but his vision was locked ahead. He wanted to reach for it--in his mind, he gave the command for the action, but his arm never responded.
“Mikael, something’s…” His voice sounded weird, like it was coming from a speaker. It didn’t come from his mouth as much as it buzzed from his chest.
And Jackson couldn’t move. Not one pumped up muscle. He started to panic. That he couldn’t flail, or run to the door, made his claustrophobic feelings spike.
“Process complete,” Mikael said over the intercom, but the Jackson barely heard him. He was too terrified by his sudden paralysis, and by the growing sensitivity of every inch of his body. He felt like tiny ants were gently crawling over every inch of him. Had he not been distracted by his terror at being trapped, he might have enjoyed the feeling.
“--Hey--Buddy--I--can’t--move--” His voice came out in intermittent buzzes from his chest. His lips and tongue never moved. It was like he thought the words and they just happened. The wall slid aside and Mikael entered the room to join him. “--Please--do--something--I’m--fucking--frozen--”
Mikael ran his fingers over Jackson’s chest--HOLY SHIT that was amazing. Had he been able to, he would have reciprocated by grabbing Mikael’s body and pulling him into an enormous bearhug. The feeling of those fingertips on his muscles was giving him wave after wave of pleasure. He’d never felt such erotic sensations before.
Suddenly the room began to tilt. Jackson could do nothing as he felt his center of gravity shift. Stiff as a board, he toppled backward. He bounced a couple times after hitting the floor.
“Whoops,” Mikael said. He reached down and stood Jackson up easily--as if Jackson weighed no more than 50 pounds. What the fuck?!
“--Why--Can’t--I--Move--What--Did--You--Do--To--Me--”
“Now, nobody is going to pay for a doll that says that kind of stuff,” Mikael said. He reached a hand into Jackson’s mouth and pushed further. Somehow Jackson’s mouth and throat stretched to accommodate the invasion. He felt a creepy sensation as Mikael grabbed hold of something in his chest--how was this possible?--and yanked it out. The little guy held up a small box with a speaker on one side, a battery on the other.
Mikael pressed the button. “--What--Did--You--Do--To--Me--You--Freak--” Jackson’s voice came from the little device now. Even more disturbing was the fact that Jackson hadn’t even thought those words. It was like his voice was a separate entity from him now. He struggled to make any sound of his own, and failed.
Mikael popped out the battery. “I’m a little tired of the sound of you. Plus letting you talk usually disrupts your acceptance of the situation. To break it down for you, Mr. Gunn, I don’t believe you completely read your contract. I realized it a little bit ago by the strange things you were saying, but it actually made what I was about to do even more exciting. You’re not the first big dummy to make that mistake.”
Mikael reached out and grabbed hold of Jackson’s cock head. Essentially an atom bomb of erotic energy exploded in Jackson’s head. He couldn’t believe how much pleasure was assaulting his mind--he’d never felt so much at one time before! God, he was going to freak out. He needed to cum! Mikael ran his hands into the greased-up shorts and fingered Jackson’s balls. Jackson’s brain short-circuited so hard from the sensual assault that he lost linguistic capabilities for a few minutes: no words, just pure raw emotion. When he could finally think again, the only words he could grasp were: CUM. NOW. PLEASE. CUM. HAVE. TO. CUM.
Jackson’s whole perspective tilted again when Mikael tilted his whole big body to its side and carried him underneath his arm outside the room. Jackson couldn’t believe how light he was, or that he was frozen solid in that position, or the fact that every place Mikael’s body came into contact with his was driving him insane with sensations that were almost too much for him to bear.
Mikael leaned Jackson against a wall in the outer room, then walked out of Jackson’s field of vision. He returned with a full length mirror.
Jackson couldn’t look away. He couldn’t even blink. All he could do was stare at the rubberized doll in the mirror. It had his tatts, his jawline, his hair, his face… but none of it looked real! It all had a plastic sheen to it. His face looked manufactured, human-like but clearly inanimate. He looked like a doll. Holy shit, he was a fucking doll!
“So as you can see,” Mikael said as he ran his fingers over Jackson’s body, across the width of his back, tickling his deep musclepits and then across the underside of his pecs. Silently, Jackson cursed Mikael to get his hands off him--all the while desperate for the sensations to never, ever end. Jackson expected to be gasping for breath or sweating profusely, but he wasn’t capable of either anymore.
“You’ve been fully converted to one of our dolls. Your ass self-lubricates, as I showed you with the other doll--” Jackson felt a finger running up and down his ass crack, the sensations of which blew his mind so much he almost didn’t notice the cool slickness starting to develop back there. He’d never been fucked in his life but he suddenly felt an itchy hunger up his hole. God damn, why wouldn’t this skinny bitch shove his whole fist up there? (These thoughts would have humiliated Jackson if he weren’t so wrapped up in a desperate need to cum.) “Just like the other doll,” Mikael said as his hand dropped down behind Jackson’s knee, “you’re also deflatable as well.”
Mikael pressed something behind Jackson’s knee and suddenly his body felt even lighter. His thickness just drained away. His head, locked in position before, flopped backward until he was seeing the wall behind him upside down. His arms and legs bent like softening pasta. A moment later Jackson found himself staring straight up at the ceiling. Mikael bent over him.
Every inch of Jackson could still feel. The fact that he was now collapsed into a messy pile, folded over on himself, was maddening. He’d never handled pleasure of this magnitude before.
“So, in case you’re wondering, I will actually be taking you for a test drive. We need to get you washed, photographed for the website, and then catalogued before we can do that of course. Just so you know, I’ve heard that the tactile experience of the sterilization process, with your newly hypersensitive doll body, is enough to make your brain ‘white out’ a few times, and it’ll drive you into a frenzy from which you won’t have any release until your contract is up. That’s when I like to take you for a ride. I’ll ride your dick of course--how could I not?--but it will drive you nearly insane since you’ll continue to crescendo with no release. And then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you in front of a mirror. I want you to see exactly what it looks like when big Jackson Gunn gets his cherry popped. And of course, we’ll be using my custom voicebox in you.”
Mikael produced a device similar to the one he had snatched from Jackson’s throat. When he clicked the button, a deep, dopey voice with a Southern accent said, “--Oh--Daddy--Please--Fuck--Me--Harder--”
“But first…” Mikael said. He grabbed Mikael by the shoulders--it was hard for Jackson to tell what part of his body was what anymore, just that he wanted all of it and none of it to be touched at the same desperate time--and held him up, shaking him out like he was a blanket. He held up the deflated Jackson to the mirror. Jackson couldn’t believe what he saw: he looked like a tan scuba suit with a facemask tacked on. But it was him. That was his body. He was just a thing now.
Mikael slung him casually over his shoulder and walked to the next room, Jackson silently screaming the whole time. Jackson heard the whirring of the conveyor belt, then felt himself rising into the air. Something clipped on to him and he heard the sound of a zipper. Despite his animosity at MIkael for having done this to him, the idea of being alone like this was far worse than being with his assailant. But with the final zip, Jackson found himself staring at the inside of a canvas bag.
He swung back and forth as the conveyor belt started up. Every so often he would brush up against something else next to him. He knew it was another man, helplessly deflated and unable to talk. Then, movement stopped and Jackson was alone, desperate to cum and to be touched but unable to scream or even take a breath.
