Dollification: Part 4

The morning sun filtered through the shop's tinted windows, casting elongated shadows across the display platform where Tim stood immobilized. His latex-sheathed body gleamed under the spotlights, the full suit molding every curve and hollow like a second skin—hood sealing his vision in darkness, mouth hole framing his parted lips as saliva trickled down his chin.

The armbinder fused his arms into a rigid pole behind him, chains pulling them upward to force his spine into a deep arch, thrusting his chest forward and ass outward.

Ankle restraints bolted his boot-covered feet to the floor, legs parted to showcase the chastity cage's bulge and the plug's black base nestled between his cheeks.

Inside, the inflatable bulb pressed against his inner walls, vibrations humming at a low tease, while his cock throbbed painfully against the spiked interior, pre-cum oozing in futile drips.

Isabella lounged behind the counter, her leather skirt hiked up as she crossed her legs, remote controls within easy reach.

The first customers arrived around ten—a pair of women in their thirties, browsing harnesses and collars. They paused at the window, eyes widening at the living exhibit. 'Oh, wow, is that a real person in there?' one whispered, pressing close to the glass.

Her friend leaned in, tracing the outline of Tim's caged form with a finger on the pane. 'Looks like it. See the way he's breathing? Bet he's dying in that getup. What a pretty little fucktoy—ass all plugged and ready.'

Tim heard their voices muffled through the hood, the words igniting a fresh surge of heat in his core. His hole clenched around the plug, but Isabella noticed his subtle twitch from afar.

She thumbed the vibration up a notch, the buzz intensifying to a relentless pulse that rattled his prostate, sending shockwaves up his shaft. His hips jerked involuntarily, chains clinking softly, drawing the women's attention. 'Did you see that? He's moving! Must be remote-controlled or something. I'd pay to zap that cage.' They laughed, snapping photos before heading inside to buy.

As the shop filled, Isabella alternated her teasing with casual efficiency—ringing up sales while sneaking glances at her doll. A solo man in his forties wandered over next, his gaze lingering on Tim's exposed rear. 'Damn, that's hot. How much for a turn with him?' he called to Isabella, who smirked without looking up from her ledger. 'Just looking today, sir. But feel free to admire.'

She rewarded his interest by hitting the inflate button twice; the plug ballooned inside Tim, stretching his rim to its limits, the pressure bordering on burn as it mashed his sensitive gland. Tim's muffled groan escaped, body shuddering, cock swelling harder against the spikes that dug in like teeth, drawing pinpricks of blood mixed with his slick.

The man chuckled, circling the display. 'Hear that? He's loving it. Look at that cage—bet it's spiked inside. Poor bastard can't even get hard without pain.' He rapped the glass near Tim's ass, the vibration traveling through the plug and amplifying the buzz now cranked to medium.

Tim's knees buckled slightly, but the chains held him upright, forcing him to endure as sweat beaded under the latex, turning it into a sauna. Pre-cum flowed freely now, pooling at the cage's tip and soaking the suit's crotch.

Midday brought a rush: a group of college girls on a dare, giggling as they ogled. 'Eww, gross—but kinda sexy? His mouth's open like he's begging for it.' One mimed thrusting at the window, making Tim's face burn beneath the hood, humiliation fueling his arousal.

Isabella, overhearing, zapped the ball electrodes—a quick jolt of electricity that seared his sack, making his balls contract and his whole body convulse. Chains rattled loudly, the girls squealing in delight. 'Whoa, did you see him jump? That's wild! What's in his ass? Looks huge.' Isabella inflated it once more, the bulb now fully engorged, filling him to bursting, vibrations thrumming like a motor against his walls.

Tim's mind fractured under the onslaught—darkness amplifying every sensation, the comments stripping him bare psychologically. His cock ached relentlessly, spikes punishing each throb, but the denial only heightened the bliss of submission.

He was their object, a breathing mannequin for perverts and curious alike, his dream of erasure into a latex plaything manifesting in exquisite agony.

He consented to everything; they were fulfilling his lifelong fantasies.

Lunch hour peaked with a curious couple, the woman dominant in vibe, her partner submissive. She pressed her palm flat against the glass over Tim's chest. 'Mmm, I'd love to milk that caged dick dry. See how he's leaking? Bet he's close to breaking.' Her words hit like a slap; Isabella responded by ramping vibrations to high, the toy inside him whirring furiously, milking his prostate without mercy.

Tim's hips bucked wildly, a strangled cry bubbling from his throat as the pressure built toward an impossible edge—ruined orgasm teasing but never granting release, his balls tightening under the strain.

The man with her nodded eagerly. 'Yeah, full doll setup. Hood, binder, everything. How long's he been like that?' Isabella called back, 'All day, and he's holding up nicely. Shocks keep him honest.' As if to demonstrate, she sent another zap—stronger this time, electricity crackling through his balls, arching his back further and making his ass clench hard around the swollen plug. The couple applauded, buying a similar armbinder on the spot, inspired by the display.

Afternoon dragged in waves: an older woman who cooed about the craftsmanship of the latex, poking the window to test Tim's reactions; a group of guys who catcalled crudely—'Bet that hole's tight around whatever's in there. Zap him again!'—prompting Isabella to inflate and vibrate in tandem, leaving Tim trembling on the brink.

Each comment layered on his exposure, voices blending into a chorus of objectification: 'Such a good boy,' 'Look at him drip,' 'Perfect for gang use.' His body betrayed him with every twitch, cock rigid and weeping, the cage a cruel barrier to fulfillment.

By late afternoon, exhaustion crept in, muscles screaming from the unyielding pose, but the teasing kept him alert—Isabella's remotes a lifeline of stimulation.

A final wave of browsers admired him as closing neared: a trans woman who whispered appreciatively about the bondage's artistry, her touch on the glass ghosting Tim's hooded form. Isabella eased off slightly then, vibrations dropping to a soothing hum, but one last shock punctuated the day—a sharp reminder of control—as she locked up.

Tim sagged against the chains, spent and soaring, his transformation complete in the haze of denial and display. The shop quieted, but his submission echoed on, waiting for whatever came next.

The shop's closing bell chimed softly as Isabella flipped the sign to 'Closed' and locked the front door, the last rays of sunset painting the display window in warm hues. Tim remained chained in place, his latex-clad body quivering from the day's relentless teasing, the plug still inflated inside him, vibrations now a faint murmur that kept his denied cock straining against the spiked cage. Sweat slicked the suit's interior, every breath a reminder of his objectified state.

Just then, the back entrance buzzed open, and Victoria strode in, her work attire—a fitted blouse and pencil skirt—already half-unbuttoned to reveal the lace bra beneath.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of Isabella behind the counter, but they lingered hungrily on the window display. 'Missed the fun today?' she purred, dropping her bag and sauntering over to press a deep kiss to Isabella's lips, their tongues tangling briefly before she pulled back. 'God, look at him. Our perfect little doll, all shiny and desperate.'

Isabella grinned, wiping lipstick from her mouth as she grabbed the remotes. 'He's been a star attraction. Customers couldn't get enough—zapping, inflating, the works. But now he's all ours.' She deflated the plug with a press of a button, the sudden release making Tim gasp around the gag, his ass clenching emptily around the retreating pressure. Another click shut off the vibrations, leaving him achingly hollow.

Victoria unlocked the display platform's side panel, the two women working in tandem to unbolt Tim's ankles from the floor. His legs wobbled as circulation returned, but Isabella steadied him with a firm grip on his armbinder. 'Easy, pet. Time to move you.' They unchained his arms next, lowering them slowly—though the binder stayed locked, pinning his elbows together behind his back.

The collar remained, its leash now in Victoria's hand as she tugged him forward, his booted feet shuffling awkwardly across the shop floor.

Tim's world spun in the darkness of the hood, the women's heels clicking around him, their scents—perfume and leather—mixing with the rubbery tang of his suit. They guided him through a door into the back room, a dimly lit space stocked with shelves of toys, restraints, and a sturdy padded bench in the center, equipped with cuffs and straps.

Isabella flicked on a overhead light, casting stark shadows, while Victoria pushed Tim down onto the bench face-up, his bound arms sliding under the small of his back to arch his chest.

'There we go,' Victoria murmured, securing his ankles to the bench's lower cuffs, spreading his legs wide to expose the chastity cage's dripping tip and the plug's base still protruding from his ass.

Isabella unzipped the hood partially, peeling it back just enough to reveal his flushed face, eyes blinking against the light, mouth slack and wet. 'Look at those puppy eyes. You've been such a good boy today.' She stroked his cheek before refastening the hood loosely, leaving his mouth accessible with the gag removed.

With efficient hands, they removed the remaining chains—the leash detached from the collar, wrist and ankle extras stripped away—leaving him in the full latex suit, armbinder, collar, boots, cage, and plug.

His body lay splayed and vulnerable, rubber gleaming under the bulbs. Victoria circled to his head, her fingers trailing down his chest to find the suit's hidden zippers at the pectorals. She tugged them open with a slow rasp, exposing his nipples—already hard from the day's edging. 'These need attention,' she said, reaching for a pair of silver clamps from a nearby drawer, their teeth glinting.

Tim whimpered as she pinched his left nub between her fingers, rolling it roughly before snapping the clamp on. Pain bloomed sharp and hot, shooting straight to his groin, his caged cock twitching in response. Isabella mirrored her on the right, twisting the nipple first to elicit a cry, then locking the clamp tight.

Chains dangled from each, and Victoria gave them a light tug, making Tim's back arch off the bench. 'Feel that bite? It's going to get worse before better.'

Satisfied with the setup, Isabella moved to his rear, hiking the bench's adjustable section to tilt his hips upward, ass presented like an offering.

The latex suit had a rear zipper she unzipped partially, framing the plug's base and his cheeks. She twisted the plug slowly, easing it out inch by inch, the inflated remnants deflating fully as it popped free with a wet schlick, leaving his hole gaping and slick with lube. 'All stretched for us. But let's add some color.' She selected a short leather whip from the wall, its tails flexible and stinging.

The first crack landed across his rubber-sheathed ass cheek, the latex amplifying the snap into a deep thud that reverberated through his flesh. Tim yelped, body jerking against the ankle cuffs.

Victoria leaned in, pulling the nipple chains to hold him steady as Isabella whipped again—three quick lashes in a row, welts rising under the thin rubber layer, heat building to a fiery glow. 'Count them, doll,' Isabella commanded, her voice husky. Another strike, harder, the tails biting into the crease where ass met thigh. 'One... two...' Tim gasped out, voice muffled slightly by the hood, each number punctuated by sobs as the tenth lash left his rear throbbing, marked but protected by the suit's sheen.

Panting, Isabella set the whip aside and turned her attention lower, to the chastity cage. Victoria joined her, the two women kneeling on either side of the bench. 'Now for the real fun,' Victoria said, her nails scraping the cage's bars, making Tim's balls draw up in anticipation. Isabella fetched a small violet wand from the shelf, its tip humming with low electricity, and a set of weighted ball stretchers. First, she unlocked the cage's base ring just enough to slide on the stretchers—heavy rings that pulled his sack downward, elongating it taut.

Tim's breath hitched as the weights tugged, the pull constant and insistent. Victoria took the wand, dialing it to a mild spark, and pressed it to the cage's spikes—electricity arcing through the metal to zap his imprisoned shaft in tiny bursts.

He bucked, a strangled moan escaping as shocks danced along his length, the spikes pressing deeper with each involuntary throb. 'Stay still,' she warned, moving the wand to his exposed balls, the tip hovering to deliver pinpoint jolts that made his sack contract and release, pain mingling with the deep ache of denial.

Isabella added to the ordeal, her fingers wrapping around the cage to squeeze, nails digging into the tender skin behind his balls while she twisted the stretchers. 'Feel how full you are? All that cum trapped, begging.' She slapped his balls lightly at first, then harder, the impacts thudding against the weights, sending jolts up his spine.

Tim writhed, nipple clamps pulling taut with his movements, tears streaking his face as the CBT pushed him to the edge—cock leaking profusely, spikes drawing fresh pinpricks, but no relief in sight.

After minutes of this exquisite agony—slaps turning to rhythmic squeezes, wand zaps syncing with Isabella's pinches—Victoria finally relented, setting the tool aside. 'Enough warmup. Time to use you properly.'

The women stood, stripping off their outer layers with practiced ease. Victoria shed her skirt and blouse, revealing a sheer black bodysuit that hugged her curves, her pussy outlined through the fabric. Isabella unzipped her leather skirt, kicking it away to show thigh-high stockings and a harness-ready waist.

From a drawer, they pulled matching strapons—thick, veined dildos in glossy black silicone, eight inches of girth. Victoria buckled hers on first, the base plate grinding against her clit as she lubed the shaft generously.

Isabella followed, adjusting the straps to press the toy's nodules against her folds. They positioned themselves: Victoria at Tim's head, gripping his jaw to tilt his face up, while Isabella moved between his spread legs, unzipping the suit's crotch fully to expose his caged cock and slick hole.

'Open wide,' Victoria ordered, feeding the strapon past his lips. Tim sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around the head as she thrust shallowly, fucking his mouth with controlled pumps that made his cheeks bulge. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with pre-cum from earlier, as she gripped the back of his head, pushing deeper until the tip hit his throat.

At his rear, Isabella aligned the dildo with his prepared ass, rubbing the head against his rim before pressing in steadily. The stretch burned anew, fuller than the plug, as she sank balls-deep, her hips slapping the latex-covered cheeks.

Tim moaned around Victoria's shaft, the dual penetration overwhelming—ass clenching around the invading length as Isabella began to pound, each thrust grinding the base against her own wetness.

The women synced their rhythms, Victoria face-fucking him harder, gagging him on the silicone cock while Isabella reamed his hole, the bench creaking under the force. 'That's it, take us both,' Victoria groaned, her free hand yanking the nipple chains, amplifying his muffled cries.

Isabella reached down to slap his caged balls again, the CBT lingering as she fucked him relentlessly, her breaths coming in moans as the strapon's pressure built her toward climax.

Tim's world narrowed to the invasions—mouth stuffed, ass filled, body a vessel for their pleasure. His cock strained futilely, spikes biting with every clench, the teasing pushing him into subspace, lost in submission as the women used him thoroughly, their own arousals cresting in shared gasps and grinds.

Victoria's hips rocked forward, driving the strapon deeper into Tim's throat with each thrust, his gags muffled around the thick silicone shaft that stretched his lips wide. Saliva bubbled at the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the latex suit's collar as she gripped his hair through the partial hood, holding his head steady.

'Suck it harder, doll,' she commanded, her voice breathy from the friction against her clit. Isabella matched her pace from behind, plunging the dildo into Tim's ass with forceful slams, the base plate slapping against his rubber-covered cheeks, her hands digging into his hips to pull him back onto the invading length.

Tim's body rocked between them, ass clenching around the girth filling him completely, the burn turning to a deep, throbbing fullness that made his caged cock leak steadily against the spikes.

Every inward push from Isabella ground the toy against his prostate, sending jolts of denied pleasure through his core, his balls aching from the earlier weights still tugging them low. Victoria reached down, her fingers closing around the chains on his nipple clamps, yanking them sharply upward. The metal teeth bit deeper into his sensitive buds, pain lancing through his chest like fire, forcing a choked whimper from his stuffed mouth.

'Look at you, our little fuck toy,' Victoria taunted, tugging the chains in rhythm with her thrusts, each pull twisting the clamps and making Tim's back arch off the bench. His nipples swelled red and raw under the assault, the sensation blending with the relentless face-fucking, his tongue pressing flat against the underside of the strapon as she pistoned faster.

Isabella laughed low, her own arousal building as the harness rubbed her pussy with every drive into his hole. She released one hip to deliver a sharp slap to his ass cheek, the latex amplifying the crack into a stinging impact that left a handprint blooming beneath the rubber.

Tim jerked at the slap, his ass tightening around the dildo, which only spurred Isabella to fuck him harder, withdrawing almost fully before slamming back in, the wet sounds of lube and flesh echoing in the back room.

'Tighten up like that again,' she growled, slapping the other cheek with equal force, the repeated smacks turning his rear into a heated, throbbing mass. Victoria pulled the nipple chains taut, holding them stretched as she ground the strapon deep into his throat, cutting off his air for a moment to make his body convulse, eyes watering behind the hood's edge.

They treated him like their personal play doll, bodies moving in sync to use every hole without mercy. Isabella's free hand snaked around to slap his ass again—five quick, stinging blows in succession, each one landing on already tender spots, the latex suit doing little to dull the burn.

Tim's muffled cries vibrated around Victoria's shaft, his throat working to swallow the silicone as she resumed thrusting, yanking the chains with each withdrawal to keep the pain constant. 'You're just a hole for us to fill,' Isabella added, punctuating her words with another deep thrust and a slap that made his cheeks jiggle under the rubber.

Sweat beaded on Tim's exposed skin, his body slick inside the suit, every muscle straining against the bench's restraints. The dual invasion overwhelmed him—ass stretched and pounded, mouth fucked raw, nipples stretched by the unrelenting pulls, ass cheeks on fire from the slaps. Isabella leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his back as she reached for the nipple chains too, both women now tugging in alternation, the clamps threatening to rip free with the force.

Victoria's pace quickened, her breaths turning to moans as the strapon's pressure pushed her closer, while Isabella ground harder into his ass, slapping one last time before gripping his hips with both hands to chase her release.

Tim floated in the haze of submission, reduced to their doll—helpless, used, every sensation amplifying his denied arousal until his caged cock throbbed painfully, spikes drawing blood-tinged pinpricks.

The women climaxed together, Victoria flooding his mouth with the taste of silicone and her own juices indirectly through the harness, Isabella shuddering as she buried the dildo to the hilt in his ass, their grips tightening on the chains one final yank that left him sobbing in ecstasy and agony.

He was in heaven and wished this day would never end; these two sexy lesbians were making his wildest fantasies a reality.