Julian slipped on the luchador mask.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Perfect,” said the photographer.
Julian felt something akin to liquid being absorbed into his scalp. He chalked it up to sweat, as they got the mask from a second-hand shop. After a couple photos, Julian started to feel woozy.
“I need a break,” he said, and went to get some water. He chugged two bottles, which expedited the process at which he would be knocked out immensely. It happened seconds after he finished the second bottle.
When he woke up, he was tied to a chair. Two people came into view. His teammate, Gronk, stepped out of the shadows first, only to reveal he was in a collar, harness, and chastity cage. The other man stepped forward.
“Hello, Julian,” said Dwayne. “Gronk says hello as well.”
“What did you do to him? And what are you going to do with me?”
“Gronk here is the first celeb slave in my harem. You’ll be my second. I find water based knockout drugs to be the best way to capture them, as everyone needs water. The drug in the luchador mask just sped up the process.”
“You’ll never get away with this!”
“Cliched trope aside, I already have.” A needle, hidden in the chair, jabbed Julian in the leg. “That needle contains some enzymes that will bond with the drugs already in your system, and you will become my himbo sex slave.”
“FUCK… me, please, master! Please!” Dwayne smiled to himself as he untied Julian, and then fucked him. His plan was slowly coming to fruition.