Retail? Robert didn’t know what he was getting into when he marked off the box for a job in Retail. The job placement sent him to one of those huge corporations, called “Dillies” to work in the men’s clothing department. It was in a large Mall just like a Sears store but not as famous, at least Robert had never heard of the name before. He’d never worked in sales before either and it wasn’t something he wanted to pursue as a career. When he first reported to personnel, the lady looked him over and right away said

“You look rather fashion conscious, you would be good for the men’s clothing department” Robert wondered why she said that. Was it because he had that preppy anal look? Was it his well groomed appearance, like someone right out of a GQ magazine? Or was it his dashing Italian heritage. Robert laughed inside secretly. He only looked like he did that day because his best friend’s sister is a hair stylist and he’d just come from her place and the suit he was wearing belonged to his friend. Robert thought he should tell her but what the heck. It was her mistake. And then Robert thought, “Or maybe she can tell that I’m gay and she thinks that makes me a style expert?” “Great, now I’ll have to keep up my appearance!” Too late, the lady had already given him a paper slip with his orders. It told him where to go and who to report too.

That was a week ago. Robert hated retail. Standing around all day was not what he wanted for his life. And he was not allowed to sit on anything. He always had to stay standing. And by the end of the day his feet were sore. “And keep smiling!” They told him, “Don’t slouch, stand up straight and for god sakes look like you want to be here and keep smiling!” And waiting on such rude people was very frustrating, so many times he wanted to tell people off but he knew he’d get fired for it. And the slobs that would come in there, the first day after the store closed he found pieces of clothing in the dressing rooms. Things that were used, a man’s underwear! Some people just left their old clothes in there. This seemed to happen at least once a night

The only thing he liked about the job was his Boss Mr. Danton. Robert got strange vibes from him every time he came around. It was as if Danton was undressing him with his eyes. Robert somehow liked it but acted unaware, and tried not to get an erection every time he talked to him. You see Mr. Danton was very handsome and very well dressed. Not gay like, not brute like, but just a man with a lot of class and very sexy. He had salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed mustache. Robert could tell he had a very nice muscular body underneath his expensive clothing. The one thing Robert didn’t like about Danton was his mad fixation about order. Everything had to be in order, colors, clothing sizes, god forbid something was out of order!

After his first week Mr. Danton told Robert he wanted him to be the closer on a regular basis. Robert thought he’d love that because it meant he didn’t have to come in early and he missed most of the rush. He last few hours would be slow and he wouldn’t have to do much except clear out the dressing rooms and close the register. Most of the set up was in the opening shift and done by the morning people who worked for another company. Turns out all it meant was that he would be standing around bored to tears more of the time. But at least he didn’t have to listen to the other sales personnel nag him about not leaning on the counter and standing up straight.

Robert met Eric his first late shift. Eric was the delivery guy that worked for Dillies and would bring products from the many warehouses to each of the different departments. He was a hot stud and right away Robert was attracted. Eric had an Irish look to him, Spiky short dirty blond hair with that typically tough guy attitude and sneaky grin. He reminded Robert of the Tom Cruise type, he had a similar look and the chip on his shoulder was twice as big. And Eric liked to talk, and well, Robert liked to listen. The second night he delivered some boxes and Robert wasn’t busy so he helped him.

Later they stood around by Robert’s register and talked as Robert marked off the inventory. Eric pointed over at the Mannequin in the display area and smiled and said, “You know, be careful of that dummy there, he’s a fag!” Robert was taken a back at the comment, for a number of reasons. First of all Robert was gay and now aware of the fact that Eric was not and that Eric didn’t like homosexuals. Secondly, how could Eric, who works for a department store not be sensitive to the fact that gay people might work there and that he might be talking to one right now? And thirdly How would he know if a Mannequin was gay or not? And of course a small part of Robert was hurt because he was some what attracted to Eric even if he had just met him yesterday.

Robert looked over at the mannequin; it was the only one in the entire men’s department. It was a very handsome and manly looking man, so much so that Robert felt there was no reason for anyone to assume he was gay, or modeled after some one gay or posed gay in any way. Robert wondered about Eric’s mental state.

“Why do you think he’s gay?”

Eric had a secret and he wanted to tell and Robert could read it all over Eric’s pretty little cocky face.

“I’ve seen him take it up the ass, and he didn’t fight it!”

Robert was interested, but weary. And Eric was playing with him, teasing him with information. He knew Robert was interested anyone would be.

“I caught someone here in the middle of… you know…”

Robert’s mouth opened wide in shock.

“No…. some one that works here fucked a mannequin?”

“Ok tell me everything!” Robert said and feared just by saying that he sounded gay and wondered if Eric noticed. And then Robert thought this whole conversation is gay, and Eric was acting like some gossip queen. A Very hot studly macho gossip queen but none the less…

“Mr. Danton” Eric spilled the beans. Robert’s face froze in shock he couldn’t believe it.

And then Eric continued. “I was delivering a big load of boxes about two weeks ago late, after the store closed. It was in the back room and I didn’t know anyone was there. I set down the first stack of boxes and that crappy elevator music was playing kind of loud but even so I heard this queer noise coming from around the corner by the soda machine, well I just went over there and I saw him. He was all naked and he and that dummy were laying side by side on that pile of old curtain fabric, you know that big pile back there…?” Robert nodded as he knew about the old curtains from some old display window that were piled up in the back room. His face shook as he imagined it.

“He was feeling that dummy all over and he didn’t see me. I didn’t know what to do so I just quietly stepped back and went and got the next load of boxes. I came back a few minutes later with the second load and again I looked around and I swear to go he was licking that thing! He licked its tits; its butt, its groin and he ran his tongue down the things leg and sucked on its foot! I was sick, but again I just stepped back in shock and went and got the next load of boxes.”

Robert’s cock was pushing hard against his pleated pants and pressing against the counter. He feared he might have to move from there and reveal his condition. The whole story was turning him on and he couldn’t help it. And now knowing Mr. Danton was a pervert was really making him dizzy.

Eric continued to reveal more in a softer voice, almost a whisper.

“When I came back with the next load of boxes he was fucking the damn thing! He was really going to town. That Mannequin stand goes right up the dummy’s ass. I’ve never seen one like it before. Danton probably ordered it special that way. He was sliding his big gay cock right up that plastic hole.” Eric made hip motions as he told his tale. “I almost laughed but I didn’t know what to do. So I went back to get the last load. When I got back he was just getting dressed and he came around the corner and saw me. He looked out of breath but he had no idea that I’d seen him. I said hello and he took the roster and signed for the boxes. And then just as I started to go he looked at the four big stacks of boxes and he put two and two together and knew I had been there for a while, coming back and forth. He looked at the stacks and then at me and I gave him the most wicked smile ever. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing!

His face looked like he’d seen a fucking ghost! It was the best moment! That fag! I should have reported him right then but then I thought, hell no, I’ll just use it to my advantage. I came in late twice last week and he didn’t say a damn thing about it or even write me up. I requested Saturday night off and I got it just like that!” Eric snapped his fingers.

Suddenly Mr. Danton entered from the far left and headed toward Robert’s counter. He stopped a few yards away as he noticed Eric was there talking to Robert. Robert froze and hoped Danton didn’t need him for anything that would force him to move out from around his counter as he was still hiding his erection. Danton looked at Eric

“Don’t you have stuff to deliver?” Eric looked at Danton and said

“I‘ll get to it… in a minute.” Then Eric looked at Robert and smiled. Robert looked down and away and then at Danton and The Danton said

“Go ahead and close you register Robert, it’s after ten.”

“Yes sir,” Robert replied and Mr. Danton walked off

Eric burst into laughter and Robert shook his head and said

“Great now he probably thinks I know too and he probably hates me now!”

“Who fucking cares?” Eric said as he pulled his dolly around and started to go. “You have nothing to worry about, he’s harmless,” Eric started to roll the dolly down the isle. “Unless you’re a mannequin like this poor schmuck!” “I wonder how many loads of Danton sperm there is inside that thing! Ha!” Eric pointed to the dummy as he passed by on his way out. Robert looked over at the dummy and after he was sure he was alone he walked over and looked at the support stand and noticed that Eric was right. The pole went right up the mannequin’s ass. Robert wondered how anyone could fuck a mannequin. And he also wondered why he suddenly felt his cock stir again at the thought of it.

The next day Robert had a very strange experience. Danton was not to be seen anywhere for most of the shift and sometime about nine this real cute blond guy came in. He had a real preppy look and reminded Robert of Jason Priestly a little. Robert thought maybe this job isn’t so bad, I get to help hot guys look for clothes and maybe help dress them. Robert helped him decide what slacks would look good and what color. After they gathered up three pairs of thirty-two inch waist slacks, the cute blond asked for the dressing room key. Robert opened it for him and waited. He hoped the guy would come out and show off the clothes and maybe do a little modeling number for him. They guy was in there for a long while. Robert folded up some clothes that had been tried on earlier by others but it was getting late and Robert wondered what was taking the guy so long. Finally Robert knocked on the door.

“Hey guy? How’s it going in there, anything fit?

There was no response. Robert wondered why and then he knocked again, still no response. Robert used his key and opened the door and the small cubical was empty. There were several pieces of clothing on the floor and on the wooden seat, but no person. Robert looked at the pair of pants on the hook. It was the guys own pants, and there were only two of the new pair in there on the floor. Robert thought, no way, he couldn’t have shoplifted those pants, he seemed so nice, and wait! Robert realized that he had never left the area. There was no way that guy could have gotten out of there with out me seeing him. This is so weird. Robert searched the dressing cubical for another door or some other way out. He looked into the mirror for a long while wondering if there was something strange going on. Ten o’clock came and still no sign of the cute blond and so Robert filled out a report for the missing item and the deserted pair of used pants.

Just after ten Mr. Danton appeared and Robert told him about the blond guy and he gave him the papers on the missing item, and the used pants that belonged to the cute blond guy. Mr. Danton didn’t seem to care but he took the stuff anyway and that was that.

The next day when Robert got to work there was a note from Mr. Danton asking him to report to his office ASAP. Robert hoped it was his discount card. He knew it was supposed to be coming in soon. It was almost summertime and there were some hot new swim trunks he wanted to by, made out of real kinky material. Robert knocked on Danton’s door.

“Come on in Robert, and have a seat.” Robert sat down while Danton continued filling something out so Robert just waited patiently. As he waited, he glanced into the trash and saw the very pair of pants that Robert had given Danton the night before. They were the pant’s that belonged to the cute blond. Robert slowly leaned forward to see more and there with it was his crumpled report of the missing item.

Danton spoke and Robert sat back from the surprise of it

“I’ve ordered a number of Mannequins for the front display case. Seven in all!”

Robert thought of the front display case. It was a 30 foot long glass window that faced inside the mall. At the moment there were seven weird modern hangers with men’s clothing on them.

“That display is so old and the window is not being used for its full potential. I think some real life-like male Mannequins would be perfect. It’s been a long time since we’ve added anything new for the men’s department here. And I’ve just been informed of seven dummy’s that have become available recently, and at a very cheap price. I need you to go pick them up”

“Me?” Robert looked confused. “Why doesn’t Eric deliver them?”

Danton smiled, “Because Eric doesn’t work here any more! Here’s the address and here’s an envelope with the order’s and a check. Give it to a man named Lars. The van is in the back and here are the keys. You should be back in about five hours. The guys that work there in the back room will help you load them just give them this envelope” Danton handed Robert a sealed white envelope that said Mannequin on it and # seven.

Robert was saddened by the fact that Eric was gone and wondered if it all had to do with Eric seeing Mr. Danton fucking the mannequin. It had to be the reason. Robert felt bad because he liked Eric, even if Eric was a homophobe. But Robert liked Mr. Danton too and was somehow still attracted to him, and he hoped Mr. Danton still liked him.

“What about my counter?”

“I’ll take care of that, we can manage without you for one shift. Seeing is that’s all you do is stand around and look pretty!”

Robert wasn’t sure how to take that. True it was a compliment on his looks but an insult to his work ethic! Hell, Robert knew he hated work. And he did stand around a lot. But that was the job. Danton smiled at Robert and lifted his eye brows a couple time and again Robert felt he was undressing him with his eyes. Robert felt oddly flattered about it and took the keys and note and left. He forgot to ask why his report and those pants were in the trash.

Robert found the factory ware house fine and stepped out of the van and headed toward the front office. It was late and the sun was just setting. The office was locked. Robert thought “Shit! They’ve all left already.” Robert wondered if he was supposed to go into the huge ware house in the back to look for this Lars guy. He looked around and spotted one of the huge sliding metal doors was open so he went over to it. He heard faint noises coming from far in the back somewhere. They echoed and sounded like garbled talk. “Hello!” Robert said to anyone that might hear. There was no reply but he entered anyway. He didn’t want to interrupt them but he knew they would be able to help direct him. Far in the distance he could also hear the sound of machines rumbling. He figured they couldn’t hear him over it. “Hello!”

The place was filled with tons of old pieces of department furniture. There were hundreds of rows of dusty glass shelves and display cases of ever kind. Robert moved on deeper into the building. He marveled at some of the old style pieces as he followed the faint voices. He turned around a row and jolted with surprise at a human figure before him. It was his own reflection in a mirror. There were rows and rows of mirrors. They were all lined up against one row of walls. Huge ten feet high ones that once stood in some store some where. Some were cracked and some where framed. Robert walked past the rows of them and then he saw some human forms. He realized they were mannequin’s right off from the distance. Once he got closer he could see that there were only two of them with lot’s of mirrored reflections, and they were both male. Robert wondered if they were two of the seven he was supposed to pick up. Robert slowed down in amazement as he reached the two dummies.

He was amazed at the face of one of them. It looked exactly like Eric. Robert couldn’t believe it, no fucking way! Robert moved around the naked form and couldn’t believe how much it resembled Eric’s face and build. Robert had never seen Eric Naked, but man! He thought it really looks like him. Even the short dirty blond crew cut and spiky hair on top, except the mannequin’s hair was hard. It was hard plastic, or fiberglass or whatever, Robert wasn’t sure. But the face, it looked so real. Robert inspected it closer and he could see how the support pole went right up the dummies ass, just like the one at the store.

Robert tried to get a grip. Maybe Mr. Danton had a crush on Eric, who wouldn’t, Robert thought, he was hot. So maybe he gave the mannequin makers a picture of what he wanted, a picture of Eric, and maybe that’s why he fired him cause he would probable complain about it. Robert wondered if he would see a mannequin there that looked like him. After all Mr. Danton was always undressing him with his eyes.

Robert couldn’t help getting an erection as he looked over the mannequin. He eyed the dummies Groin and knew he had to feel it. He looked around and no one was there except him and the two dummies and the dozens of reflections of them in the mirrors. He folded and stuffed the envelope into his back pocket and then reached out and felt the groin. It was so weird feeling over the smooth round mound of hard flesh. Robert shivered as he imagined it was Eric. There was almost the outline of a penis and two balls. If you looked and felt real hard you could see it. It was creepy but Robert wanted to feel more. “Oh god” Robert thought, “I’m as bad as Mr. Danton”.

Robert felt over the dummies chest, it was so defined. Every stomach muscle could be seen and felt except there wasn’t any give when he pushed down on it. He checked out the dummies butt and almost lost it. So round and smooth and flawless it was. It was a perfect bubble butt and Robert feared that if these were the mannequins for their store, he might just end up doing the same things that Mr. Danton had done. Robert looked over the legs and feet. Manly firm flesh and pink colored thighs and round calves and pretty feet, it was all one solid color. The toes were sealed together to form one sock like foot, but Robert could see the faint image of each toe. They were all perfectly formed and they hung their inches off the ground as the pole in the mannequin’s ass supported it that way. Robert felt around the dummy taking in the beauty of the figure. He began to feel sorry for Mr. Danton because he could see how easily one could lose control and fuck one of these dummies. He knew Mr. Danton would want to fuck both of these guys.

The second guy was posed the same but it was a totally different face, he had more of an all American country boy look. He had a real square jaw and dark hair. Add as S curl on his forehead and he was Superman. But the body was similar to the first. Same fleshy pick color and pose. Even his cock outline could be seen in the mound of his groin. Robert figured it might even show a little if they put him in a pair of Speedos. Robert came around to face the first one again and stared right into the dummies eyes. Robert felt a wave of uneasiness as he could swear he was looking right into Eric’s face. The eyes were the same shade of green and that pretty Irish mouth that was almost about to crack a sneaky grin, and say something cocky. Robert felt the urge to kiss him, but no he thought that would just be two weird. Robert put his hand on the dummies chest just in case. There wasn’t any heartbeat. The dummy just teetered back and forth a bit on its pole stand. One chunk of solid plastic that’s all it was.

Robert tried to shake off the idea that a real person could be inside it. It was too hard and just impossible. He reached down and felt his own erection as it tented out of his pants. Robert wanted so badly to jerk off right then and there, but he knew it was wrong. And then Robert heard a moan! His insides froze in shock and he wondered if it was coming from the dummy. ‘Oh god, he’s inside it! No!” Robert leaned in and listened in horrid anticipation for another, he was amazed when he heard a second moan, but he realized it wasn’t coming from the dummy. He turned his head and looked off toward the many rows inside the huge ware house. He listened and then he heard a grunt and a slap and some voices and more. He thought it sounded like sex noises. Robert moved toward the sound. He wasn’t sure where it was coming from but he started moving anyway. He tried to separate it from the strange motor noises coming from something. He picked a row randomly and headed down it. The grunts and moans got louder. He stepped around the many pieces of junk and store props as he tried to move down the row, there was so much that was so haphazardly placed just anywhere.

Robert passed a row of strange set pieces, big wooden flats that were probably used for backdrops in theme displays. They lined the row in huge slot braces made of metal. Some were completely vertical but must were leaning. Robert peered in between each one as he moved down the row trying to see if someone was on the other side. And then he saw some flesh. He stopped and looked in through the slanted set piece before him. There was a man, a huge man, a huge bald stud! And his pants were down around his ankles and he was fucking someone. All Robert could see was the side of the huge mans back and butt and his giant cock that was forcing its way into some hot naked piece of ass. The man’s ass rocked back and forth and Robert could hear the grunts of their love making.

Robert thought right away to turn and go back, but it was so hot that he had to stay and watch, his cock was already stiff in his pants from feeling the dummy up that he couldn’t control him self. Robert watched the two bodies fuck. The smaller guy was apparently leaning over some wooden store piece and the big guy was plowing away into his ass. Robert let out a silent sigh as he gripped his own cock in his pants. He wanted to see more. The two men fucked on and Robert could hear the moans of pleasure. If they catch me watching them I’ll be in big trouble, but then again they could get in trouble for fucking around on the job.

Robert unzipped his pants and let them fall a few inches and he reached into his underwear and began to stroke his cock. He was so horny and the guy that was fucking was so hot and huge. Robert pulled his underwear down a few inches to give his hands more room. He peered into the small space to get even more of the view hoping the guy wouldn’t turn and look through the frames and see him. Suddenly the guy seemed to buck and thrust real hard and Robert almost lost it, but then a voice said, “Yah! Fill dat asshole with your hot manjuice!” Robert suddenly realized there was a third person there. He pulled back and tried to get a view of the other guy through another space in the slated frames and then he got a good visual. There was a third guy and he was just as big and hot and Robert though he was probably face fucking the guy on the table, Robert almost shot his wad. But then he looked down and saw that the third guy was actually holding the guy on the table down and helping his big buddy butt rape him! Robert gasped in horror as the whole scenario made it self clear and he pulled himself back in a panic and his pants and underwear caught his ankles. He stumbled backwards over some wood blocks and landed on his bare ass. One or two of the wooded blocks clanked on the floor. Robert froze, his hand gripped his erection for protection and he tried with all of his might to listen and hear if they had heard him. He prayed they didn’t, as the sound of some motor may have covered the noise he made. Robert’s cock stayed hard as his body filled with fear and then he carefully turned his head to look through the frames from his new position on the floor. His eyes bulged as he took in the visual. On the other side there was a cage, a metal bared cage with three men sitting inside and they were all tied and gagged. Robert’s face made a horrid expression and one of them looked over at Robert and made eye contact. His gagged face pleaded for him to do something.

Robert snapped out of his shock and was trying to get up when all of the sudden he felt something grip him from around his waist and pull

“So vhats do ve have here! A piping tom!”

Robert’s body was yanked form the spot by some huge man. The guy half lifted him into the air and swung him around. Robert screamed out!

“Ahhhhhh! What the hell! Let me go!” The man yanked Robert and pulled his arms behind him and quickly wrapped some rope around his hands. Robert erection bobbed up and down as pre-cum swirled about in a string. Robert kicked and pulled but his pants and underwear had fallen around his legs which made it difficult to do anything. Before he knew it his arms were securely tied behind him and the guy gripped his cock and balls and wrapped some rope around them as well. Robert screamed in pain.

The man dumped Robert on the floor a few feet away from the cage of captives. Robert yelled “What the hell are you…” his words were cut off as the rope circled his face as well. Robert hollered through the ropes anyway.

“Looooks slike wes got ourselves a pervert here, vhas ver you doing getting your nambles off on our sex?” Robert didn’t understand the bad English but he got the idea of what the guy was saying. As if it was no big interruption the men went back with what they were doing. The huge bald stud pulled his cock out of the poor captive’s ass that was stretched out over the table. His buddy let go of the captive’s arms and they pulled him over to some strange piece of machinery. Its motors roared and steam poured out of it and Robert thought it looked like something from hell! Once they got the guy turned around and the gag out of his mouth Robert could see the face. Again Robert was in shock at the image before him. It was the cute blond guy from the other day, the one that had disappeared from the men’s dressing room.

Stupidly Robert thought they must have caught him for shoplifting and my god! This is a terrible way to punish shop lifters and they probable think I’m some pervert thief as well. And then it donned on Robert how stupid he was, no one gets raped for shop lifting… No, he wasn’t shop-lifting; he was taken from that dressing room. He was kidnapped! Buy why? Robert watched in horror as they dragged the poor blond guy over to the machine. They gripped his cock and pulled off the rope that was wrapped around it. The blonds cock was huge and purple and filled with blood. And ready to blow at any second even if he looked completely beaten. He struggle weakly as they spread him out and lowered him onto the machine. Robert couldn’t understand what the hell they were going to do to them.

The guy’s body seemed to be set down into a human body mold of some sort. They locked his ankles and wrists in and then shoved his face down as he let out a wild scream of terror. Robert watched as the guy’s body bucked to pull free his beautiful creamy butt cheeks that had just been ravaged by the bald guys monster cock squirmed and pulled to break free. His cock was somewhere being crushed or something Robert couldn’t tell. One by one the huge men placed pieces of back coverings over the guy. There was one that covered his back and arms, one over his head and one that completely covered his butt, legs and feet. The man was sealed inside. And then the bald guy took a long thick pole and shoved it onto an opening inside the butt crack covering. Robert watched in horror. He looked over at the other three captives inside the cage and they all looked away in fear. It was a sight they had seen before and didn’t want to se again.

Robert couldn’t understand what they were trying to do. This was all so unreal. They hit a button and the blond man let out a horrid scream of agony and the entire contraption jerked and titled and then sank down into the floor. Steam and flames shot up and outward from it and the guys scream seemed to fade into the insanity of the noise. The guys turned toward Robert and the bald guy said who’s next! Another guy said. Lets do zis one, he’s already primed! Robert’s face showed pure terror as three of the four men headed for him.

Robert tried to scoot his way on the floor to get away. He backed up as fast as he could be it was useless. They practically lifted him off the ground as they dragged him to the work table. His very expensive loafers were pulled off and the nice pants he borrowed from his best friend. Next his socks and underwear were pulled off in a flash. Robert’s bound erection flopped about. The tie and dress shirt was torn off and Robert was soon bent over the table as one of them shoved his fingers into his hole. Robert screamed out in pain as the guy twisted his fingers around at his back opening.

Robert’s breathing was erratic and crazy as he felt the cock head of one of them push against his hole. The Guy in front untied Robert’s hands and pulled his arms down over the table. “Ahhhhhhh! Robert cried into the gag and he bit down on the rope in his mouth. Tears burst out of his eyes as the pain seared through him and the bald guy said “This is for your own goot; dis will make your poopy, less painful when we puts the pole in!”

Robert didn’t understand what he meant about the pole but he didn’t care. All he could think about was his poor anal cavity. His insides screamed in agony, but still his prostate gland began to spasm. Robert grunted with each thrust from the man behind him. And then suddenly waves of painful pleasure began to fill into his butt. He couldn’t help it, but somehow it felt good. But the terror in his mind cast off that idea and he screamed anyway. He knew for sure they would have to kill him after this! They would never let him live after he knew they raped him and the blond guy. And they were probably going to rape those three other guys in the cage two! But why Robert wondered why?!! And what had they done to the blond guy. Did they crush him and burn him!

Robert felt the man behind him go into a weird set of quick thrusts and he knew he was close to Cumming any second. Robert felt his own cock burn and try and reach that moment of climax, but the tight rope wrapped around it kept his orgasm from following through. Robert screamed as the guy bucked wildly and then a loud buzzer went off and the strange machine that they had put the blond guy in popped up from its sunken position and something began to rise up out of it. Robert gasped deeply as he felt the man’s cum spit out its man juice and fill into his hole. Robert’s anal cavity felt spasms of pleasure but his cock would not release. And then the odd black creation that was now standing vertical stopped rising. Smoke and steam swirled about and two of the huge men pulled the mold away and Robert’s mind freaked out at the sight. There was the blond guy in all his beauty standing there looking right at him. He had been transformed into a Mannequin. Robert shook in disbelieve and let out a gasping moan as the guy behind him slid his huge cock out of his ass.

Robert was silent for a moment as he tried to gather his wits. His eyes madly scanned over the blond’s body. He was just like the two other mannequins he had seen in the front area. Except his face looked just like the blond. His blond hair was hard and formed to his head and his blue eyes stared blankly outward at some far distant point. His expression was simple and sweet without the trace of pain or fear or agony like it had when he was put into the machine. No! Robert thought this can’t be real! It’s a joke! A trick! And then Robert thought oh my god! Danton is stealing guys from the dressing rooms and turning them into mannequins! Robert thought it sounded crazy as soon as he thought it.

The two men lifted the now plastic body of the blond and shoved a pole up his ass and set him onto a small roll-able mannequin stand and then one of the guys rolled him away.

Robert lay their in a daze as the other men moved some controls about. Robert couldn’t understand what was going on. And then he thought these must be the mannequins Danton sent me to pick up. I have to tell them that I work for Danton, then they’ll know, then they’ll have to let me go. That’s it!”

The fourth guy returned and the bald guy turned toward Robert and said. "Your turn!” Robert’s face contorted in horror. “No he thought! No! Not me! He screamed into his rope gag “Nooooooooo!” But sounded more like "ahooooooooooo!" They pulled him from the table and Robert tried to yank away. He felt them all on each limb pull him spread eagle. One guy on each arm and each leg. Robert squirmed and screamed and then one of them pulled off the rope gag and he screamed even louder!

“Ahhhhhh! Wait! Wait no, no, wait! Please wait, I work for DANTON! And he told me to talk to Lars! STOP!”

The four men stopped and the bald man said, “I am Lars” Robert quickly began to babble. “I work for Danton, he sent me here, he sent me to you! He sent me to pick up the mannequins! Call him! Ask him! Please!” Robert cried as tears spilled down his face. “Please call him please! Call him, tell him! I’m Robert! I’m Robert I’m His, his, his employee, I’m with you guys! I work for… wait! There a note for you! There's my orders. It’s the order for the mannequins, I have the mannequin order! I’ll prove it! Its inside my… my pants pocket! My pant pocket! Please read it! It will prove to you! I’m the one that’s supposed to pick up the seven mannequins! Please read it! Open the envelope and read it! Please” Robert sobbed.

The bald guy looked over to where Robert’s pants had been tossed. He let go of Robert’s arm and went over to it, felt though the pockets and found the envelope. Robert’s heart pounded wildly as he waited for the man to open and read it. It was his only hope.

Lars, the bald man looked at the front of the envelope and read it out loud "Mannequin number seven!" He ripped into the sealed envelope and pulled out a piece of paper and read it. “This is Robert, he is number seven… Danton” the bald man smiled and after a second or two he and three others burst out laughing! The whole factory echoed with the sound of the male laugher that was bursting forth from the four men Robert realized that he’d been set up. And then after a long period of laughter, they continued…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Robert screamed in mad insanity as they yanked off the rope that was wrapped around his throbbing cock and balls and then lowered his naked body into the Mannequin transformation device. He struggled and kicked and bucked all the way down. Even as they locked the ankle and wrist latches on him he still pulled and screamed. He thrust his butt up to try and pull away but it was useless. They shoved his head down which only managed to muffle his screams a bit, but they still kept coming. The head mold was locked on but the sound of his anger could still be heard. They locked the back and arm pieces in and then the leg, feet and butt section. And then they shoved a thick pole right into his ass and that scream could be heard by everyone even by the several dummies at the other end of the factory warehouse.

Buttons were clicked on and the device lowered into the floor and fire and steam swirled about. Robert screamed all the way but eventually like the others the sounds of his agony faded under the noise of the motors.

Robert felt the burning pain of the transformations. His anal cavity felt torn apart yet still unbelievably erotic. He wasn’t sure if liquids were being poured in or pulled out. Every inch of his flesh felt a searing pain and all through it, his cock still wanted to explode. Robert felt his face stabbed buy thousands of tiny pricks and he soon felt his anger fade away as his mind drifted out.

Later as the machine popped back up and rose with its newly transformed mannequin. Lars shot another load into the next captive.

Robert’s mind came into awareness and the first thing he concentrated on was his cock and asshole. His penis longed for release and his ass burned in anal spasms. The pole in his rectum made him fill huge and filled and the strange mound of a groin felt queer and unexplainable. He felt his cock and balls where there but he couldn’t see them, he couldn’t see anything for a while. He just felt his naked hard unmovable body hover their in the air on that fucking pole.

Eventually Robert’s world swirled as his eyes began to focus. It was hard to see very well until he got used to his new eyes. His glossy brown eyes were fixed forward unable to move, but Robert’s vision was not like it used to be. He could see from inside his eyes. And in any direction he chose to look, the center of it was clear. Though his eyes would never move again his mind could view things from all kinds of angles from out of his pupils.

Eventually Robert got the hang of it and he zeroed in on the sights before him. The first thing he saw was Eric. He saw Eric’s naked mannequin body just standing there looking at him. It was all too weird. He couldn’t speak to him or anything and he tried with all his might. He wanted to apologize for feeling him up earlier as he knew now that Eric had felt it all. He then looked past Eric and saw the dark haired guy and then the cute blond and then he almost felt his soul topple over as he saw himself. Robert realized he was looking at all of them and himself in the mirrors that lined the walls of that section of the warehouse. Just like the rest of them Robert was posed the same and his body was all a fleshy pink color. And his cock! His cock was gone too, crushed and bound under the mound of plastic that rested over his groin. If Robert had tear-ducts still, he would have cried. His body seemed plastic and no longer human or alive. His feet were all fixed and his toes molded together just hanging above the floor. His black hair was hard and formed into thick statue like waves around his head on each side of his part. And his expression was frozen in some silly half smile. And his mind screamed out at the insanity of it all. ‘This has to be a dream! Ahhh! “Stand up straight! Don’t slouch and keep smiling!” The words came back into his brain! “Ahhh!”

Robert thought for sure it was a dream, even when the four huge men picked them all up one by one and carried them out and into the van. Those massive strong hands and fingers kept stroking over their naked plastic bodies, sending erotic waves of pleasure though them. Robert was amazed at how light he felt especially when the huge man gripped him by the waist at one point and carried him under his arm horizontally. “How could I weigh so little?” he thought, as his body teetered along like a hard plastic object would.

Their forms felt like fixed one piece statues unable to pull away or react or respond to their situation. Their erections which had been captured underneath had been gorged with the blood vessels of pleasure at the time of their transformation. They still burned for release and any touch made them long for more. Robert realized now why they had tied roped around all their cocks, they wanted then hard, so that they could always feel that moment of near orgasm. What a nice thing to do, those fucking bastards. He hated them but he was grateful for the sensations. In time he would be even more.

Robert still thought it was a dream when he and the other six mannequins jostled about in the van on the way back to the store. They kept bumping each other here and there. Each jostle allowed them to feel and stroke and caress their fellow dummies uncontrollably. Hundreds of erotic sensations flooded over the seven mannequins.

And Robert still thought it was a dream when he found himself being dressed by Mr. Danton and placed inside the front display window along with the others. It was Just about summer and Robert got to wear that cool new pair of swim trunks he so admired. They all looked great in the front window with their summer time swim apparel. At least Robert thought so when the evening lights came on he could stare at his and the others reflections in the glass before them.

And Robert still thought it was a dream as people outside the window passed buy and stopped and stared at him and the others. And even when every night in his peripheral vision he could see someone pull one of his fellow mannequins out of the window. They would be gone for a few hours and then promptly returned. Robert was number seven in the line and each day he knew his turn would be soon. He knew what Mr. Danton was capable and Eric who was number one now knew first hand. But Robert had to wait his turn whether he wanted a turn or not, you see Danton was going in order. He like order and always followed the Mannequin orders

Robert’s plastic body screamed at the erotic sensations Mr. Danton forced him to feel, but he was grateful to feel them, feel anything. He soon prayed for the seventh day to come quickly. At least until he woke up from the dream, this very, very, very long dream!

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