The casting office was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, cluttered with the remnants of a world that existed only in the minds of dreamers. Props from the Narnia movie set lay scattered about, a testament to the magic that once filled this space. Andrea, a muscly gay man in his late twenties, navigated through the chaos, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. An online ad had caught his attention, promising a unique role in the upcoming Narnia film. The opportunity to serve the evil queen was too tantalizing to ignore.
As he stepped into the dimly lit room, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation coursed through him. He was ready to embrace his new life as a slave to evil. Behind a cluttered desk sat a goblin, portrayed by Chris, a 35-year-old submissive gay actor. Chris was clad in a full, ugly brownish latex costume, complete with small, cheap rubber boots that barely contained his medium-sized erection, visible through the latex.
Chris looked up from Andrea's application, his eyes meeting the newcomer's. "Welcome to the dark side," he said, his voice muffled by the latex mask. "You must be Andrea. I've been expecting you."
Andrea smirked, his confidence growing. "I'm here to serve the queen. What's my role?"
"You'll be a Cyclop," Chris replied, scanning the application. "Your psychology and physical appearance make you perfect for it."
A thrill ran through Andrea as he signed the contract, relinquishing his freedom to become a slave of the evil witch. He handed over his phone and all personal belongings, symbolizing his complete surrender to his new life.
Chris led Andrea deeper into the office, where they encountered John, a 22-year-old actor playing a minotaur. John's costume was imposing, and his cocky and arrogant demeanor filled the room. As he approached, he pushed Chris aside aggressively, showing his dominance and disdain for the goblin's lower status.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" John sneered, his eyes raking over Andrea. "Fresh meat for the queen's army?"
Andrea felt a shiver of anticipation as John slapped his ass, ordering him to strip. "Show me what you've got, Cyclop."
Before Andrea could respond, John grabbed Chris by the neck, forcing him to his knees. "Drink up, goblin," he commanded, unzipping his costume and relieving himself into Chris's mouth.
Chris, despite the degradation, became erect within his tight latex costume, a mix of shame and arousal washing over him. John laughed, mocking his age and submissive nature. "Look at you, old man. Pathetic."
Andrea watched the scene unfold, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the young minotaur's dominance over the older goblin. John reveled in his power, his thoughts turning to his superiority and his desire to kill Peter Pervensie for his queen. He believed firmly in the evil cause, his loyalty unwavering.
Chris, on the other hand, reflected on his role in the world, accepting his place as a loyal, albeit humiliated, servant to the evil forces. He found a twisted sense of purpose in his submission, a perverse satisfaction in the humiliation he endured.
As Andrea stripped down, he felt the weight of his new life settling over him. He was no longer just a man; he was a Cyclop, a slave to the evil queen. And he was ready to embrace every dark and twisted moment of it.
John turned to Andrea, a wicked grin on his face. "Welcome to the family, Cyclop. You're going to fit right in."
Andrea returned the grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
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