Tyson clung to the male models muscular hips, but not by choice. He didn't have anyway to protest being wrapped around the hard dick of another man. His body and mind were nothing but fabric, a bright red speedo to be stretch, to be worn, and now to be bought.
The model stepped out onto a stage of some sort. Tyson couldn't see well from the blinding lights. He was surprised he could see at all. Every step the muscular man took caused his dick to jostle in Tyson's bulged out pouch, also known as, his former face.
The dudes balls were huge and were enough to fill out Tyson complete by themselves, but the model must have had a fetish or something because his cock immediately got hard when pulling Tyson up his mammoth legs. The man's erection was tucked under one of Tyson's straps, leaking pre-cum into his fabric.
Up until he was worn, he was confused what had happened to him. One moment he was escorted into a chamber at research facility, the next everything was dark, and he was no longer able to move...
The man stood at the front of the stage, proudly wearing Tyson who begrudgingly closely hugged every curve of the mans crotch.
"Ahem," a man's voice on a microphone boomed, "convicted of embezzling over a half a million of dollars, this speedo formerly know as 'Tyson' will make a great addition to your wardrobe. Look at how nice he looks on our model. Just think about how good he'll look on you! We'll start the bidding at $2,000..."
Tyson tried to move, tried to scream, tried to do anything to protest being auctioned off as another man's item, but he could not. He was helpless to watch as the bid grew higher. The man's dick twitched against his fabric body. More pre soaked in.