Chapter 1: Introduction
Tyler should've known something strange was waiting for him when the mailman handed him a box that needed a signature. He could hardly blame the burly man for his inability to mask the conspiratorial grin as he wished Tyler a good day before stomping off and leaving him alone with the rectangular brown package in his hands.
As the mailman disappeared around the corner, Tyler glanced down at the strange package, noticing for the first time the glossy label on the side, with gold embossed lettering that read: "Magic Onahole - Do not open until alone."
He shuddered involuntarily, feeling as if some cosmic force had conspired against him, urging him to investigate the contents of the mysterious box.
The confines of his apartment offered no reprieve from the burning curiosity that had taken root in Tyler's mind.
He tossed the package onto the coffee table as if to banish it from his thoughts, only to find his eyes drawn back to the strange box time and time again.
His breath caught in his throat as he finally surrendered to the insistent pull of the unknown. With trembling hands, he tore away the packaging, his heart pounding in his chest as if trying to break free of its cage.
There it was: the Magical Onahole, nestled within the box, its surface shimmering with a mystique that was impossible to ignore.
Tyler's fingers hovered above it for a moment, as though hesitant to disturb the ethereal allure emanating from the device.
But he knew he couldn't resist any longer. With a grunt, Tyler flipped open the lid of the box, revealing the magnetic lead that discretely connected the Magic Onahole to a wireless device. Tyler's heart raced as he connected the device to his phone, the screen immediately lighting up with instructions for use.
He was about to reject it, to cast the magical contraption aside and return to his monotonous life, but something within him rebelled, refusing to let go of this newfound freedom.
If he had hair from someone and put it in the onahole, the onahole would be connected magically to their body. like he'd just connected bluetooth to his phone.
The screen was now filled with the option to "Select a Partner," and Tyler's mind raced as he pondered the implications.
He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to Vinny, the muscled, tattooed man who had tormented him for years at the office.
He knew it was wrong, but the allure of taking away Vinny's power, of making him submit, was too enticing to resist.
It would only take a hair.
Tyler stood there, frozen in anticipation, as the thought of the upcoming encounter began to consume him. The image of Vinny's face, twisted in a fury of rage and humiliation, played over and over again in his mind. The anticipation of witnessing this spectacle was like a potent drug, igniting a fire within him that threatened to burn out of control. He could feel his heart racing, the blood pounding in his ears, and a shiver running down his spine.
Vinny was so vane that Tyler had a comb stashed at the office and used it to preen himself before flirting with women.
His smooth, muscular chest flexed as he combed his thick hair back, the reflection of his smug face staring back at him from the mirror.
Tyler reprimanded himself for the fantasy. He was not a revengeful person.
But Vinny had tormented him for years, and the thought of gaining a form of power over him was too sweet to ignore.
He would take the onahole to work with him tomorrow.
He couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face as the thought of Vinny's reaction consumed him. The muscled man had no idea the game he was about to be thrust into.
The next day, Tyler made sure to arrive at work early, eager to implement his plan. He placed the onahole in his bag, sneaking peeks at it while pretending to check his emails. It was a risky move, but one that he was willing to take.
As the hours ticked by, Tyler grew more anxious.