WARNING: This story contains sexual activity in a fictional environment between adults. Some of the scenarios are built around the notion of enslavement and forced servitude and are sensical for the fictional reality that this story is built in. This story may include some of the following themes and topics: sadism, masochism, trampling, squashing, body odors, forniphilia, digital penetration, anal sex between men, oral sex between men, mutual masturbation, and other acts of sexuality. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, consider reading another story instead. Otherwise, enjoy!The Commodity, by dmuma
Chapter 2 -- Johnny's New Commodity
My mouth dried as I saw the giant man named Johnny fully encapsulated in the door frame of the apartment. He was a little taller than me, but with a huge protruding gut that was currently wedged into a tight, white undershirt. The shirt was slightly stained under the arms. His waist was hugged by a pair of blue jean shorts that went down to mid-knee. His legs were thick, strong and covered in red hair. He wasn't wearing any shoes.
I hadn't mentioned it to Marcus when he told me about the job, but I've always been interested in bigger guys, and I had to admit that seeing Johnny made me a little stiff between the legs. He was physically huge, which was exciting, but also further made me nervous that I wouldn't be up for the challenge that I'd signed on for.
Marcus and Johnny exchanged greetings. I stayed silent, which is what Marcus advised for me. Johnny didn't want to interact with his Commodity. We were invited inside to his apartment. The entrance led to a decent sized living room which opened to the kitchen. A hallway led back to what looked like a bathroom and probably the apartment's bedroom. The place was mostly clean: looked a lot like me own bachelor pad. There were a couple pieces of trash near Johnny's "nesting" place on the couch.
Johnny offered Marcus a drink, who refused, and then excused himself to the kitchen to grab snacks and a drink. Marcus turned to me, still beaming, and told me to get into position. I took a gulp, and turned towards the sofa.
For Marcus, setting this sort of thing up was probably second nature, but I was still surprised at the request that Johnny had made for a Commodity. He wanted a Commodity to serve as a seat cushion. Marcus said that he requested it every Thursday -- Johnny's day off -- and the agency was thrilled to maintain a consistent Commodity for him to sit on. For my part, I was just a temporary replacement. As I lowered myself face up on the sofa, I felt the springs against my back from where Johnny usually sat. My chest was now exactly where Johnny's massive ass would be resting when he came back from the kitchen.
Marcus looked up at me smiling, but it wasn't as comforting as it had been on our way to the apartment. My heart was racing with the fear of trying to support the massive man for the next few hours. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"You want to join me for a little while?" Johnny's deep, booming voice asked of Marcus, as he set down two bowls on the coffee table. His ass was almost the only thing I could see in my field of vision, pressed into the jeans he was wearing. Again, I felt a twitch as my dick hardened. Anxious though I was, there was a part of me that was absolutely excited at the prospect of being his seat.
Marcus must have shaken his head, because Johnny said, "some other time maybe." "I'll come and pick up the Commodity at 6:30pm," Marcus said. I could hear the ear-to-ear grin on his voice. "The procedure is the same: we'll call when we're about to leave the headquarters."
They shook hands and Marcus left out the front door. I looked up and briefly made eye contact with Johnny for the first time. I hadn't really seen his face this whole time. He had wild, red hair that connected into a chinstrap beard. His face was pale but speckled with freckles. His eyes were green and expressionless, or maybe it was because I didn't get to look at them for very longer, because he had immediately turned around and planted his giant, jean-clad ass onto me.
The sudden drop took me by surprise and knocked a little of my wind out. His ass covered my chest and upper stomach completely, causing me to feel compressed between his gargantuan body and the couch beneath me. I could make out a profile of his face which was turned at the playing television. His mouth, surrounded in a light, yellow dust, was turn upwards in a satisfied smirk. I would have otherwise been interested in the psychology of why he was so content squashing me, but I became suddenly aware of how difficult it was to continue taking deep breaths.
His weight, which I remember Marcus telling me was tipping over 400lbs., was preventing me from taking much more than shallow breaths, and it was only with great concentration that I was able to continue to do so.
It was also becoming difficult to focus my eyes and discern the sounds from the television. I wasn't sure what was on, but it must have been funny: Johnny gave a chuckle and his body rippled above me, causing me further discomfort as his weight naturally moved around from his laughter. It had only been a minute or two and Marcus wouldn't be back until 6:30pm. I tried to keep my mind focused.
Another panic came to me as I felt my rock-hard cock straining against my khakis. I didn't want to make Johnny uncomfortable because I had an erection -- that was probably a Commodity no-no. I tried to make it go away, but then he laughed again and the redistribution of his weight caused me to be further smashed into the couch and become even more erect.
Johnny leaned forward to grab a bowl off the coffee table and I was momentarily compacted, but then felt relieved when he reclined and spread some of his weight to the back of the couch. I heard a crunchy noise and smelled the cheese curls from the bowl that he was munching on. It suddenly dawned on me that I was somewhat hungry, and unlikely to have any chance to eat until Marcus came to collect me.
While I was thinking about eating a giant hand rubbed the dust from the cheese curls over my face and hair, before retracting up to eat more of the snack food. This method of getting the cheese powder must have been efficacious, because Johnny brought his hand onto my face and across my hair several times. Once, looking up at him pathetically after he had just smeared his slimy fingers (he had started licking the cheese off before rubbing my face) all over my cheek he looked down at me. He had a dominating and mischievous look upon his face and I could tell that he thoroughly enjoyed using me like he was doing.
He turned back to watch his television program and I snuck a glance at the clock on the wall. It was 11:45am. Still a long time of being a cushion to go...