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“Mein stengel”

I’d been asked to assist my fellow doctor, Dr Matthewson, watching on as he examined a strange case of infection. He’d told me that there’d been a small outbreak among the fetish community, something alien even, which had transformed a handful of men into rubbered freaks apparently. They’d managed to isolate one of the infected specimens and he was going to go into the quarantine area and study them close up.

“It should be easy enough, if I’m well protected” Matthewson said, “we’ve encountered infectious diseases before, but this whole ‘turning into rubber’ situation is new to me.”

“Do you know what causes it?” I asked.

“No one has fully seen the process happen, but apparently once exposed to it, your body changes and you experience a primal, animal-like sex drive. Apparently you take on the characteristics of the infectee. I’ve heard that they stun their prey and fuck them with extra long cocks that expand into the victim.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not gay or into any of that kinky shit.” I laughed, noting that Matthewson looked a little uneasy about being quite so close to one of these creatures.

“Once I get in there, seal the unit up. I’ll change into the biohazard gear and make sure no skin is showing. Once that’s done, monitor the reactions. He’s fortunately strapped down so nothing should go awry.”

“Sure thing.” I watched as Matthewson entered the antechamber and donned his extra protective suit. After the thumbs up I released the door and he entered into the glass cell. Taking his pad to do tests and make readings. I was to make further notes when he communicated to me.

“All good, doctor?”

“Yep, I will take a few swabs and samples and see what we have here. The sedative is wearing off, so I should have enough time before he awakes again.”

I watched as Matthewson went about his examinations, keeping an eye on his temperature in case he fell prey to any infection himself, knowing that he could be rescued if anything too weird occurred.

“Interesting…” Matthewson said. “It seems like it creates a secretion through its pores, weird black goo on closer inspection.”

“Is that the official name for it?” I joked, although I could sense Matthewson’s heart profile racing on the system despite his layers of protective clothing.

Matthewson continued to take samples, and just as he was about to swab the creature’s nostrils, the creature stirred.

“Okay doctor. Don’t take too long, you don’t want to get caught in there when it wakes up!”

Just as I said that, the creature appeared to awaken. It took Matthewson by surprise, and he tried to complete his examination, however when the creature’s head raised up from the slab it seemed to stun Matthewson, and it was muttering something in German, which sounded like “Mein stengel”

“Matthewson, did you get that? What does that mean?”

“I… I think it means… ‘my stem’”

Just as Matthewson muttered that explanation, the creature’s cock began to grow and expand in front of Matthewson. Matthewson seemed to look stunned as the cock grew and raised up towards him.

“Doctor, I think you should get out now. We can administer further gas to stun him… doctor? Doctor! Matthewson, GET OUT!”

Instead the scene was like something out of a horror movie. Matthewson seemed to lose all his faculties, and I could tell by his profile that, oh good, he seemed to be pissing himself and standing there stunned. The monitor in his helmet showed his face going slack and docile as the creature continued to stir.

I was too terrified to unlock the quarantine at this point and watched as Matthewson appeared to be removing his biohazard helmet.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DOCTOR? GET OUT!”

It was no use. Matthewson stepped forward and closer to the creature and like a zombie, he was beginning to undo the straps holding the creature down. I kept trying to override to try and drug the creature, but risked drugging Matthewson at the same time who seemed lost and yet obedient to the creature.

“It’s… beau…tiful” slurred Matthewson, now under the power of the freed creature, which was now muttering ‘mein stengel’ over and over again. A hypnotized Matthewson stood there as the creature’s expanding cock appeared to be heading towards his mouth.

A dazed Matthewson opened wide and the snaking cock began to slide into his mouth of its own accord. I was out of options as to what to do, and could only look on at my colleague’s mouth appeared to widen at the invasion. Just at that moment, Matthewson’s eyes closed and he started removing his protective gear. Now naked, he stepped forward to the creature who seemed to be caressing Matthewson’s naked form with its oily fingers, leaving traces of black goo across the doctor’s chest.

The creature’s cock then darted around to Matthewson’s ass, the oily substance easing its passage. I could see Matthewson’s features dart from confusion and pain and into ecstasy as the cock made its way into further into him. As I watched a compliant Matthewson accept this never-ending cock, his mouth opened wide and the head of the creature’s cock appeared to come out of his mouth, as if it barged its way through the doctor’s organs. The readings were going red and indicated danger, but our system had never quite experienced this sort of thing before.

As the cock appeared to be poking out of Matthewson’s mouth, the creature leaned forward and began to suck on it’s own cock via the doctor. It was like it was bringing itself to orgasm. Just as the cock seemed to engorge itself, the creature removed itself from sucking and brought its hands up to Matthewson’s mouth, closing it and smearing goo over Matthewson’s face as if to seal it.

The with a loud roar, it was as if the creature ejaculated into Matthewson, whose last moments of humanity saw his eyes dart around in terror, as if he’d come out of this nightmare. And then it happened. It was clear the creature was making Matthewson a new host. I could see black cum begin to trickle from Matthewson’s ass, and then within a few seconds, the creature’s cock retracted back out of Matthewson, with the doctor falling to the floor and convulsing. I looked at the overhead monitor of the cube and Matthewson appeared to be shedding his hair, and his skin losing its tone and his body going greyer towards black, and then oily before his whole body went black just like the creature’s.

“FUCK” I yelled. I’d just seen my respected colleague stunned, fucked and transformed into a twin of the creature. The creature was now indistinguishable from Matthewson now, and seemed to be caring for this new form, a brother, like a newborn. Licking Matthewson’s skin, as the final twitching subsided. The creature was stroking Matthewson, and caressing his black rubbery long cock, muttering that fucking phrase ‘Mein stengel’ over and over again, as Matthewson’s cock grew longer.

Matthewson, if Matthewson existed anymore, rose to his/ its feet and the two creature’s cocks seemed to whirr away around each other’s forms. It was futile asking if any trace of Matthewson was still there, but as I watched this rebirthing scene, Matthewson’s voice came over the monitor as he stared outwards towards me and said “Mein Stengel.”

You’d arrived with your mate and a suave dude that had told you about this house party on the edge of town, reassured you that it would be a lot more fun than the tired clubs of the city centre.

Suave guy has long since vanished, and your mate had gone home unwell, leaving you alone amid multitudinous attractive men and women.

The house is huge, the kind that speaks of old money. The wood-panelled walls simultaneously contrasts with and compliment the loud outfits worn by the numerous attendees. Whoever the host is, he’s done a good job; there’s a bar in the main ballroom, and the music pounds its sleazy bass in every corridor and room. The paintings of old owners look judgmentally at the depravity - or is it jealousy? They never had the opportunities we have.

Your head’s not in the game, you realise. A few older guys make some passes at you, but you’re not feeling it, especially without your wingman. The alcohol, or maybe the fact that you don’t know anyone, makes you feel detached.

You decide to take a moment and head upstairs in search of a bathroom.

The house is labyrinthine. Presently, you realise that the music has faded into a muted, underwater memory of itself, and you are quite alone. You trace your hand along the wall as you find yourself drawn inexorably into the heart of the old mansion.

You push open a door. It’s clearly not a bathroom, but you enter anyway.

Despite the oddity of what you see, you are not surprised. A man, clearly well toned despite the skin-tight black suit covering his whole body, is stood at the end of a grand four poster bed. His body is the silhouette of an ‘X,’ his wrists and ankles locked in leather cuffs that are padlocked to the wooden frame of the four poster. A leather belt is chained to the foot of the bed, giving the man little purchase.

A gas mask obscures the man’s face, and you can hear muffled indignation from beneath. The hose connected to the mouth splits and reaches back round to what looks like a backpack. You are reminded of those dorky hats with straws connected to beer cans.

Every so often, the man convulses, and you’re aware of your growing semi. This fifty shades stuff isn’t really your scene, but seeing the guy struggle is undeniably hot. No-one seems to be around, and you touch the rubber-clad man.

The frustrated sounds become pleas, and something in the man’s tone makes it clear that he is not enjoying himself.

Nervously, you reach behind the man’s head and unbuckle the gasmask from him. It hangs loosely on his chest.

He’s cute, you realise, a little older than you. His short hair is wet with sweat, and you remove the fabric blindfold and pecker gag that obscure his features. Earphones fall away as you pull the blindfold away.

The cute lad blinks as if suffering the glare of the summer sun, though the room is dimly lit.

“Who are you?” he asks warily, and you tell him your name.

“Where’s the dude that did this to you?” you ask him.

The guy shrugs as best he can in such tight bondage. “Not sure.”

You feel suddenly very exposed and glance back at the door. “Are you…did you…is this all ok? Are you into this kind of thing?”

The guy grins ruefully. “In small doses, yeah. This -“ he rattles his padlocked wrists - “is a bit much for me.” He tips his chin at the dresser opposite. A small collection of keys are bunched together on the side. “Help me out? I need a piss!” He laughs, then suddenly winces.

“You ok pal?” you ask, concerned.

He nods through what appears to be pain, eyes closed, then recovers. “The fucker’s put an electric butt plug up there. Sort me out man.”

You fetch the keys and after much fumbling, begin to remove the padlocks. You learn the lad’s name - Jake - and he sighs with relief as he rubs his freed wrists.

He isn’t shy as he peels off the rubber suit, and you can’t help but crotch-check. To your surprise, you see a chastity cage round his junk. “I’ve always wondered what they’re like to wear,” you say aloud as Jake tries key after key until the cage is disassembled. His cock swells the moment the cage is off, and he makes a sound of unbridled relief.

“Be my guest,” he jokes, and you resist the temptation to pick up and inspect the chastity cage while he extracts the butt plug.

Jake steps into the ensuite bathroom and noisily pisses. You pick up the rubber suit that had so snugly fitted him. “Try it on,” he suggests when he reappears. There’s an eagerness that you mistake for latent horniness.

Despite feeling slightly grossed out at using Jake’s sweat as a kind of lube to squeeze into the rubber, you can’t help but appreciate the sexy suit.

“Is your Mister Grey gonna be pissed that you’re not where he left you?” you joke.

“Probably,” Jake says, and you don’t resist as he buckles the leather cuffs to your wrists.

“You’d better remember which key does what,” you half joke as Jake shakily padlocks the cuffs into place.

Your first indication that something isn’t quite right comes when Jake, tight-lipped, shrugs. Then, with no warning, he clips the cuffs together behind your back. You tug hard, only to realise that the cuffs are connected by chain to the foot of the bed.

“I’m not feeling this man,” you say, affecting a casual air. “Let me out, yeah?”

Jake isn’t smiling any more. “I’m sorry,” he says, and clearly means it. “Trust me when I tell you that I know how you feel right now.”

You can feel your heart beating faster. “You’re freaking me out pal,” you say, and hearing the panic in your own voice makes you worse. The chain holds fast as you jerk it hard. “Let me out, and I’ll not say a word of this, to anyone.”

Jake is shaking his head, and is about to say something - but the door is opening, and a man advances into the room. You hate that your first thought is how attractive the older man is, with his short hair, wide shoulders and clearly muscled body.

Indignation battles amusement on the man’s face. “What’s happening lad?” he rumbles.

Jake has his hands up as though trying to charm a charging bull. “Sir, hear me out, please. I want out. It’s been…interesting, but I never wanted this - you know I didn’t.”

‘Sir’ expels air through his nostrils and touches his stubbled chin thoughtfully. He turns his attention to you and looks you up and down. You are reminded of when your father appraised a new car at a showroom.

“Look, I don’t want to get caught up in this-“ you begin to say, but Sir catches your eye and you decide that it might be better to keep silent, for now.

“You made this trade before,” Jake is saying, and there’s a pleading note in his voice. “Just…take him. He’s your type. I’ve done my time, please, let me leave.”

Sir thinks for a moment. He looks between you and Jake. Then, with a sigh, he nods, and Jake gushes his thanks.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” you begin to say as Jake half runs out of the room - and then Sir is in front of you, and has you by the hair. You squirm and open your mouth to protest, only for Sir to forcefully shove the still-wet pecker gag between your lips, buckling it in place.

“You will speak when given permission,” Sir rumbles, and strikes you across the face. You strain agains the leather cuffs behind your back, and this earns you another slap, harder.

You catch Sir’s eye. The fucker’s mad, you realise - then he’s roughly tying fabric around your head, and you’re blind to everything. Thick fingers slip between your blindfold and your ears - the hiss of white noise fills your senses.

The gravity of the situation hits you - this isn’t a game. You put every ounce of your being into resistance, to try and free yourself, only to receive three sharp slaps that sets stars in the darkness of your blindness.

Your hands are suddenly free of the chain, but still locked behind your back. There’s a moment of weightlessness, of vertigo - and then you’re on your stomach, with soft bedding beneath you. You scrabble up the bed, only to feel strong hands on your ankles, dragging you back.

Sir’s full weight is on you now, and you feel pressure around your nose and mouth, and then a tightening around your whole head - the gasmask is affixed and you throw your head this way and that, but you can’t dislodge it. You can feel how strangely mechanical the mask has made your breathing, how drawing air is a conscious effort now.

Your ankles are spread and locked in place. You try to speak around the gag, to explain that a mistake is being made - and then a chemically sweet scent touches your nose.

Chloroform, you think, and hold your breath. It’s a waste of effort. Eventually, you breathe out and gasp in the sweet scent. The white noise thumps to match your heart beat. An almost loving thumb strokes your head as your mind spins on an unknown axis. Are there whispers in the white noise now?

Another dose, and you strain against the bondage and you moan. The pecker gag feels like a dick against your tongue. I’m being kidnapped, your dulling mind tells you, but all thought falls away as you take a third breath, and you become aware of the thick object being pushed against your hole.

It slides in, and to your slowed self, you observe how free of discomfort it was. Every breath is changing you - you shudder and test the limits of your unyielding restraints and become keenly aware of how rock hard you are. All the while, that thumb strokes your head reassuringly as you breathe in dose after dose. Is the white noise telling you how good you’re being?

“This is you now, drone.” You don’t hear the voice of Sir so much as feel the vibration of his words against your ears, his chest on your back, the firmness of his cock on your ass. The electric butt plug begins to pulse rhythmically inside you. “You belong to me. Training begins now.”

***

Invulnerable stood on the edge of a tall skyscarper looking out over the city. He had senced a new threat rising. He had face many foes and villians before and non had bested him. His skin was impenetrable, his bones unbreakable, his determination unstoppable.

Invulnerable had been patrolling the old industrial district where there had been reports of missing men. From below him he saw and smelt smoke rising from an alley.

Invulnerable dropped down from the skyscranners ledge onto the street, landing in a dramatic hero pose.

As Invulnerable had suspected, the smoke was coming from the citys newest villian. The ominous "Sir Smoke". His cigar smoke filled the alley.

Sir Smoke stood tall in his leather uniform. His heavy leather boots created an audible thud and creek as he walked. His muir caps obscured part of his face but as he looked up, Invulnerable could see his glowed red eyes behind his aviator shades. His mouth partly obscured by his thick dark moustache.

"I've come to put a stop to you Sir Smoke. I'm taking you in. You won't be corruption these streets any more." Invulnerable announced with confident swagger.

"Hmmmm Hmm. Right on queue little hero. I was hoping you'd come down here into the dark to join me. Come closer, hero boy." Sir Smoke deep voice crawled through the smoke in the alley way. The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked and unsettling smile.

Invulnerable felt unsettled by Sir Smoke's invitation. He coughed as the acrid smoke in the alley began to irritate his lungs. Invulnerable lunged at Sir Smoke, hoping to take down the villian before this poisonous smoke did too much damage.

Invulnerable dived at the tall leather man hoping to land a right hook.

Sir Smoke deflected the blow with suprising strength and countered. Sir Smoke and Invulnerable traded several blows until Sir Smoke landed a gut punch to Invulnerable sending the young superhero flying onto his back.

*Cough cough* "Its no use Mr Smoke. You can't beat me. My bones are unbreakable." Invulnerable spluttered in the alley floor.

Sir Smoke grabbed Invulnerable by the back of the neck and lifted him up to standing. Sir Smoke took a deep drag on his cigar and blew a huge cloud of his acrid cigar smoke into the young superhero's face. Invulnerable coughed and spluttered.

"I have no intention of breaking your bones, little hero boy. But your mind... that's what I'm going to break. And its SIR Smoke."

Sir Smoke's leather gloved hands clamped hard around Invulnerable's neck as he looked directly into the young superhero's eyes. Invulnerable struggled to breath making only chocking sounds as his airways were compressed. Sir Smoke's red glowing eyes burned with hunger as a predatory grin spread over his face.

Sir Smoke blew another cloud of his corruptive cigar smoke right into Invulnerable's mouth just after releasing his hands from around his throat. Invulnerable, starved of oxygen was forced to take a deep breath, breething Sir Smoke's smoke deep into his lungs.

Invulnerable coughed and spluttered again but it was too late. The smoke had seeped deep into his lungs and he could feel the effected within seconds. His physical strength wained making his easily pliable to Sir Smoke's now clear superior strength.

Invulnerable started to feel unablanced. Like he was drunk. His head started spinning.

Sir Smoke let out a low dark laugh to himself.

"You tried your best little hero. But it wasn't good enough. And now you are at my mercy." Sir Smoke purred. His strong arm wrapped around Invulnerable's shoulder and he pressed Invulnerable back, pinning him against the wall.

"Breath in my smoke, little hero. Let it fill you. You're going to like it I promise you. Just relax and open up."

Invulnerable fought hard to keep control of his senses and regain his strength but before he could recover Sir Smoke pressed his lips against invulnerable's mouth.

Invulnerable was totally taken but suprise and shock. He felt Sir Smoke's coarse moustache scrath his upper lip and felt the weight of Sir Smokes leather clad body press against him.

Invulnerable tried to scream but as he did Sir Smoke pushed his thick wet tough into his mouth. As Invulnerable tried to resist Sir Smoke's invading tongue he felt his lungs inflate with smoke that Sir Smoke was forcing into him.

Another full breath of the corrupting smoke weakened Invulnerable further to a point where Sir Smoke was able to force breath after breath of thick cigar smoke deep into the young hero's lungs.

The corruption quickly spead from his lungs, through his blood into his mind and body.

"Thats it boy. Deep breaths. Feel my smoke spread through you. You lost, hero boy. Now surreneder to your new Master."

I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”