Mighty Quinn’s Cocktail Lounge
By Mr. Sanman

I had never heard of the Mighty Quinn cocktail lounge and bar before and I had never intended to go there in the first place. I was on my way to a job interview on the 24th floor of this fancy office building down town. It was for an advertising job and the pay would have been fantastic. I really wanted the job and I knew there was going to be some stiff competition. The employer already had all my previous job information and my application as well as a file on all my commercial work via the internet. That was how I landed the interview in the first place. I guess they liked my work so they set up an appointment for me. I don’t think I was the only one they interviewed that day, because when I stepped off the elevator on the 24th floor there was another extremely stressed out looking guy in a dark suit that didn’t look happy. He smirked at me and said good luck and we exchanged spaces. I don’t think his interview went very well and I watched as he pounded the elevator buttons to get the door closed even before I was completely off. I felt sorry for him and wondered if I would be doing the same thing in a few minutes.
Well, needless to say the interview did not go as well as I had hoped. For some reason I thought my long resume of advertising work would speak for itself. But Mr. Jones, the guy doing the interview was incredibly hard and picky and I guess for the lack of a better word he was a bitch! I could see then why the last guy looked so disheveled when he left.
But still I did my best to charm the man and I had dressed in a very fine grey suit and I know I am a good looking man and in this business looks are very important. But then again the last guy that interviewed was one of those tall dark and handsome types and he was well groomed as well, but boy did he look frazzled. He must have cracked under the pressure. And well, I could see how easily that could happen by the way this Mr. Jones drilled me about my work and skills and knowledge. You would have thought I had already had the position and I was late with my first presentation or something by the way he practically yelled at me about what was expected from the position. And he rambled on about if I take this job and then decide to leave that he would insist on a full months notice and that he would consider taking legal action if I failed to do so. It made me think that he had some sort of problem with previous employees just up and quitting or just not coming back to work again with out even a word of goodbye. But I could see that could be the case with this man because he seemed like the type of employer that one would love to just walk out on by the hard line way he treated people.
By the end of the hour I was pretty drained and I wondered if I even wanted to work for this asshole. He informed me that he had several more interviews that day and his secretary would call me if he wanted me for a second interview. He gave me his special business card that actually had his picture on it and private number and I slipped it into my wallet. What an ego this guy had I thought. He puts his own picture on his business cards; I guess if you work for him it would be a constant reminder of the assholes face and how much you will grow to hate the man.
I don’t think I could have sat through a second interview. My hour with him ended and I left his office and asked the receptionist where the rest room was. I did a quick splash of water on my face to get my color back. I was as pail as a ghost by the time I was done. God, what a horrible man. How do such awful people like that get into such powerful positions?
I left the rest room and hit the elevator door and then I heard the ping of the doors as they opened for me and there stood some handsome blond man in a fine gray business suit and I realized he was there for an interview. I smiled and shook my head and said good luck as he stepped off the lift. I hit the buttons and the doors closed and I began to descend. My mind was a blur of thoughts and a jumble of ideas at what I had just been through. A part of me almost hoped I wouldn’t get that second interview and a part of me knew I needed the job badly. The lights from the floor numbers flashed on and off as I passed them going down and I hardly even noticed them until they stopped at floor 14. The elevator slowed and stopped and the door opened and there was no one there. They must have gotten tired of waiting or something. I pressed the closed door button and the doors closed but for some reason we just sat there for an odd moment and then the elevator began to move again but very slowly. The light on number 14 went out and I waited for floor number 12 to light up as we passed it but it didn’t. I wondered what the problem was and I scanned the numbers and that’s when it donned on me that there wasn’t a number 13. I guess it’s true what they say most buildings don’t have a floor number thirteen and this building was no different. But then the elevator stopped and the doors open, but none of the floor lights were lit up.
I was still pretty riled by my interview and I was not in the mood for playing around with a broken elevator. But then I saw the sign. On the wall right in front of me across the hall was a sign that read. “The Mighty Quinn Cocktail lounge and Bar.” With a big arrow pointing off towards the right
“Wow, how swanky” I thought “a cocktail bar in the middle of an office building” I could use a drink after all I had been through so I stepped off the elevator and headed in the direction the arrow pointed. What a great idea, to put a bar inside the building, I’ll bet there are a lot of office workers that need a drink or a place to unwind after, during or even before work, especially if they worked for someone like Mr. Jones the jerk I just interviewed with.
It was an odd layout for an office building floor and there didn’t seem to be much more on it other then a long corridor that lead to the entrance to the bar. As I walked down the hall I could see lights flashing from some where inside the place. One of the hall way walls was made of some sort of frosted glass and I could see the outline of human figures on the other side and what may have been disco lights or something. They made the human images move about here and there. I couldn’t believe there could be an actual disco room on this floor, but it sure sounded like it.
I found the main entrance of the bar and from what I gathered there must have been several rooms to this bar. The disco must have been in the back some where furthest from the main entrance because I couldn’t hear the same music when I went in. all I heard was a slow relaxing tune that had a techno sound to it that sort of drummed a beat into your head that almost calmed you.
In the main entry hall all I saw at first was a big neon sigh that said “Mighty Quinn’s” leave your business troubles outside. And then everything else was so dark I couldn’t tell where I was going after that. I moved onward and I could just make out the dim lights over the bar area and there was movement. Someone was behind the bar doing something, probably the bar tender. My eyes slowly adjusted and I began to see more. There was a dark figure sitting at the bar drinking and then I sported several more forms further down they way at the other end of the room. There was also an open archway leading off into what I would guess would be a pathway toward the disco section. But the front area of the bar seemed un-crowded and that’s all I cared about at that moment. Having a drink to calm my nerves after that grueling interview.
I approached the bar and sat down a few seats away from the only other man sitting at the bar and then I instantly noticed that the bar tender was dressed in very unusual attire for a lounge bar inside an office building. It was still hard to see but he was lit up more then anything else and I was a little shocked to see he was wearing leather pants and a vest. He turned around and I almost jerked back in shock as I realized he was in full leather attire. He had on a leather vest with no shirt. But he had a leather harness on his chest. He had Black leather pants and boots and a leather cap with a metal chain across the top. His huge muscled biceps had leather straps tightly cinched around them and there was a short leather gauntlet on his left wrist. And both of his nipples had rings pierced into them. Right away I thought he looked like one of those guys from that old 70’s disco music group that sings about the YMCA. You know the village people. He smiled at me as he saw the shocked look on my face and said
“Something to drink Boy?”
It didn’t register what he said at first because my mind was still questioning what I was looking at and why was there a bar like this in an office building.
“What is this place?” I said
“It’s Might Quinn’s, boy” He smiled and said
“Is this a gay bar?” I asked
“Does it matter Boy? You want a drink or not?”
“No, No, I guess not, I mean I’m not gay but it’s weird to find a gay leather bar in the middle of an office building.”
The man smiled and said
“Sure, of course you’re not gay.” He said as if he didn’t believe me, “You don’t have to be gay to be in here boy, this bar is what ever you want it to be. It’s a place to relax and let go of all your troubles. Clear you mind of your hard day of office work and slip off into a better time.”
The leather bar tender said all this to me and I suddenly got the feeling that he was either just incredibly nice or he was interested in me sexually.
I guess he was just being nice because then he got serious and said
“But, if you’re not drinking then I am going to have to ask you to leave”
“Oh, I’m drinking, um let me think...”
“How about one of our Mighty Quinn drink specials? They’re sure to wipe all your worries away”
I gave in and said sure and he turned and began to gather the ingredients to make my cocktail.
I sat there letting my eyes adjust and then I glanced over at the dark suited man two seats over. He hadn’t moved since I got there and he seemed to be lost in thought as he sat there looking at his cocktail. It was then I thought he looked a lot like the guy I had seen on the elevator when I had steeped onto the 24th floor. He looked like the guy that had said good luck to me but I wasn’t sure. It was dark and couldn’t see him too well. I tried to think of a way to start up a conversation and ask him how his interview went but I didn’t want to look like I was trying to pick him up or something because after all if it was a gay bar and I didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about me.
The Bartender gave me my drink and I paid him. The fancy looking glass had a bit of a curvy shape to it and there was a big pink cocktail umbrella floating on the top of it. I smiled and removed the garnish and then took a small sip.
“Wow, this is good, but man, it’s strong! What’s the base liquor? Rum or something?”
The tender just smiled at me with a very sneaky look and an raised eyebrow and said
“Something”
I tried to let it go, even though I wasn’t sure how to take that, I felt as if he was making a pass at me but I wasn’t interested. I sipped my drink letting the strong alcohol content sooth me and right away I was more relaxed. It felt like the perfect drink and I let my job fears fly away and my worries about being in a gay bar for the first time fly off and I didn’t seem to care anymore. The tender was right this drink special was really wiping all my worries away.
Finally I spoke to the guy on my left and said
“Hey guy, how did your interview go?”
He said nothing; in fact he didn’t even act as if he heard me. The music was calming and entrancing so I slipped off my bar stool and moved closer to him and asked again.
“Hey guy, how did your interview go…?” still no response
And then I said ‘Hello? Hello? He didn’t respond at all as if he was completely ignoring me
“Well fuck you!” I said and the bar tender made a small chuckle of laughter and then said
“He can’t hear you?”
“Why not” I asked
“Because he’s just a mannequin”
I did a double take in disbelief and the bar tender began to laugh out loud. I felt like such a twit as I had tried to get the plastic dummies attention. I looked closer at the guy and I could see that he was made of a hard plastic substance but he still looked incredibly real. His handsome features were flawless and fixed and his expression was frozen in a dazed look that seemed fixated on his drink before him
“What the fuck? What the hell is a mannequin doing in the bar?”
The tender was laughing louder the more shocked I acted and then he finally said
“God I love doing that! Gets them every time!”
I looked around the bar at the several figures standing towards the back and noticed that they were not moving either.
“Are they Mannequins too?”
“Yep!”
“What about the disco room in the back?”
“All Mannequins! you and I are the only real people in here! Ha!”
“Fucking un believable!” I said as I began to laugh at myself and the whole situation. I think the drink had calmed me enough that I didn’t care that he had made a fool out of me, it was a good prank and quite an elaborate set up.
“Do a lot of people fall for this?”
“All the time, everyday I get about five or six guys that just totally fall for it.”
“Well, I really thought he was alive!” I said
“I know man, you really fell for it, I mean the look on your face was priceless especially when you got pissed and said well fuck you! That was the best!”
“Ok, it was, I really thought he was being an asshole, I mean he looks like this guy I saw in the elevator earlier that was here for a job interview like me and I thought he was pissed that he had a bad interview and he didn’t want to talk to me because I was his competition or something. I mean he’s dressed just like that guy and all…”
“Well, I often dress the mannequins in business suits because there are so many offices in this building so the dummies look like guys that come here for a drink after a hard day at work. But my favorite outfit is leather wear. Some of the back rooms in this place are filled with mannequins dressed in leather or next to nothing!”
“That’s so funny, I’d love to wait and see when the next guy comes in and see what he does.” I said and he nodded and then said
“Its fun, but who knows when the next guy will come in, could be a while.”
Then I asked him
“Does this bar every get a crowd? I mean what time does this bar get really hopping?”
“Oh, I’d say this bar comes alive about eleven-ish.” He said and then he smiled and said “We get a rather rough and sex hungry crowd in here late at night and it can get a little wild and… weird in here sometimes.”
The bartender reached under the bar and pulled out a handful of leather straps and metal items and set them on the bar in front of the mannequin. He then made his way down to the end of the bar to come around. He walked up to the dummy from behind and pulled the man back till his body straightened up a bit. And then he gripped the left shoulder with one hand and the right wrist with the other and pulled till the mannequins arm was pulled back and down to the side. He did this again to the other arm so that the dummy’s arms were in a position where it was easier to take off the jacket and shirt. The mannequin must have been made of some hard plastic that was bendable at the joints and it didn’t seem as if his arms were removable.
“What are you doing, are you going to change his clothes right here?” I said
“Why not? Not one else is here. I do it all the time!” he said casually
In seconds the mannequin was naked from the waist up and I could see his smooth plastic body with its well defined muscles and handsome features. His skin was one solid tan flesh color and it seemed odd to see so much exposed skin in a lounge like office bar. I noticed that the dummy was missing its belly button and the nipples were no where to be seen. The Bar tender then lifted the dummy up and I was surprised at the light weight appearance of the life-sized man. He tilted the guy over the bar and then in a flash he yanked his suit trousers and pulled down his boxers along with the pants. There before me was the mannequins smooth round bubble butt all one creamy tan flesh color and I started to feel a little uncomfortable looking at a male mannequin’s hard plastic ass but I let it go. I guess the cocktail wiped away all my cares and worries.
As the tender tilted the doll back to slip off the pants from his ankles I caught sight of the groin. It was just as I expected. A smooth mound of tan flesh was all that could be seen, the final emasculation of the male form. Not that I have seen a lot of naked mannequins but it was always a bit uncomfortable to see the well muscled male form rendered like this. I always wondered why those factory employees didn’t make them with at least a small set of genitals, but no, this poor lad was just like all the rest, doomed to forever exist without his privates, with only a small plastic pouch that held the hope of what might have been.
The Bar tender then slipped off the very expensive looking black dress shoes and silk black socks to reveal the typical smooth flawless mannequin feet that as always seemed unfinished. The toes were all molded together to form a plastic sock like booty foot with just the outlined hint of where the toes would be. It was like some one had dipped the man’s feet into a flesh colored can of liquid plastic and then let it dry so that the toes all stuck together. And once it hardened the plastic paint would seal in the ideal shape of the male foot.
At last the mannequin was completely naked before me and I just sipped my drink and worried what if anyone might come in and what would they think. But I was feeling so much more relaxed that I almost didn’t care who came in and who may have seen me sitting in a bar next to a naked male mannequin.
The bar tender placed the dummies clothes on the bar and then reached for the leather straps and in seconds he had buckled a black leather harness on the mannequin. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs were attacked and the guy looked ready for a bondage party of some sort. He added a leather collar and a thin stripped black leather jock strap completed the outfit. He then smiled at me and said
“Now that he’s ready for sex lets put this guy somewhere that’s more appropriate”
He started to move off toward the next section of the bar and stopped and looked back at me and said
“You want to see where I put him?”
I didn’t really care but it sounded like fun so I grabbed my drink and got up off my bar stool and began to follow. It was then that I first realized how strong my drink was because I almost lost my balance for a second. I paused and then set my drink back on the bar and thought I better slow down a bit. So I left my drink and followed the bar tender who had hoisted the light weight mannequin up against his hip. He had one hand on the guy’s throat and the other hand was shoved in between his butt crack and I wondered how queer it was to hold an entire man like that. The stiff body just floated along like a long suitcase as stiff as a surf board.
We passed into the next section and I saw several more dummies standing about posed with beers in their hands, most of them were dressed in full leather outfits with motorcycle jackets and all and they looked like some real tough dudes. Looking at them all I couldn’t believe this place even existed.
We passed a disco room where several half naked mannequins were posed in mid-dance. The turning mirror ball and disco lights made it look like there was movement but they were all stiff as could be.
I followed the bar tender into the next room and I was shocked at what I saw. It was a complete dungeon setting. The huge room was filled with all sorts of bondage equipment and stuff and all of the people in it were plastic male mannequins. There were men in slings, on racks, in body shaped iron maidens, men suspended from shackles from above and some from their boots in an upside down position. There was a wheel with a naked mannequin tied to it and a number of cages with more dummies in them as well. Almost all of the mannequins were half or completely naked, except for the cuffs and bonds they had on, which locked them into their positions. And again I noticed they all were sexless and plastic and their bodies had that similar mannequin look to them.
I had never seen so much plastic male flesh and I found myself strangely aroused. I am not a gay man and I have never been homophobic I was just never interested but seeing all these guys so erotically displayed seemed a little erotic and kinky. I watched as the bartender carried the new mannequin over to a wooden sawhorse bench and bent the dummy over. He locked its wrists and ankles to the base of the bench so the mannequin’s ass was well exposed and aimed up and out. He then began to stroke the mannequin all over erotically and I started to freak out a bit but I tried not to show it.
“There, I think he looks good like that, a perfect spot for him don’t you think?”
He looked at me for an answer and I just made a "whatever" expression.
He then said
“This dummy has a beautiful back with lots of nice hard well defined muscles” He ran his hands over the dummies back as he moved around it to the rear end side and said
“I think he’s got a great ass and it should be exposed like this for all to see and this way it’s completely accessible!”
The bartender then rubbed his hands over the hard plastic mannequins butt as if it was a living person. He then pulled the hard plastic yet adjustable legs apart a few inches as if to get deeper into the ass crack. I watched as a look of creepiness covered my face. He then fingered around the ass as if looking for an anal opening and said
“Nice thing about all my mannequins. The metal support stands go right up their ass holes so sometimes when I am not using the stand it leaves an open space for me to stick my dick in!”
I almost verbally cried out
“No fucking way dude!” But I was so shocked I didn’t speak or respond from what he said and then he proceeded to unzip his leather pants and pull his erection out. I watched in shock as he aimed his cock into the mannequin’s butt hole and slipped it in.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I just stood there amazed and unable to respond as this guy fucked the plastic mannequin. I could see his dick sliding in and out of the hard plastic hole and a part of me wanted to scream and run out of the room and the bar and the office building. But then there was some twisted part of me that was actually turned on by watching this insane display of sex. The bartender looked over at me and smiled and then said
‘This is great! He’s got a real hot ass! You wanna be next?”
He then looked down at my groin and the hard-on I had in my gray suit pants. It was then that I realized I was somehow turned on by the whole scene and my mind was about to flip out. I took a deep breath and said
“No, no… I don’t thinks so, but thanks for the offer, I think I need to sit back down”
I turned and slowly walked out of the dungeon room and then past the disco room as I headed back to the front area of the bar in total confusion. What was the matter with me, why was I turned on by what I had seen? Why was it so erotic to see him fuck that plastic mannequin. And when he said do I wanna be next, did he mean did I wanna fuck the mannequin next or do I want to be fucked next? All sorts of strange feelings were flooding over me and I knew it had to be the stress of the job interview and what ever it was that was in the drink special.
I made my way to the front bar and realized I was rubbing my groin and my stiff cock that wanted out so badly. I went over to the bar, still with the image of that bar tender fucking that mannequin in my head. I just couldn’t get the image out. I sat down and picked up my drink and took another sip. My glass was empty and then I realized I had sat down in the mannequin’s seat. He had a drink in front of him and it too had an umbrella so I just made the simple mistake of setting in his spot. I slid off the stool and then onto my own seat and sipped my drink. As I did this I looked over at the set of clothing that the mannequin had been wearing before the bartender stripped him. His dark suit jacket was right there on top and I noticed a funny bulge in the material. I flipped it open and there in the inside pocket was a wallet. I thought that’s odd, why would a mannequin have a wallet? I opened it up and looked at the ID. It was for someone named Robert Langley and then I looked at the picture and it was a real photograph and Drivers license of a real man and he looked just like that mannequin and a lot like the guy I had seen in the elevator.
“No fucking way!” I whispered to my self and I opened the wallet flap and pulled out the first business card and there it was the same Business card that Mr. Jones had given me after my interview. It suddenly donned on me that it really was the same guy I saw on the elevator, it was the same guy that had an interview for the same job I was trying to get. And then I felt dizzy as I tried to put it all together. Why would a mannequin go on a job interview? It just didn’t make any sense at all, so I sat there drinking my drink and trying to concentrate on what was going on. I pondered on all that I had seen and been through and I just felt so confused and dazed and yet strangely I was completely relaxed as if all my cares and worries were floating away. And I guess the alcohol in the drink was making me feel cool and calm and I felt a gentle tingling sensation all over, from my head to my toes so I just let my worries go.
Moments later the bartender retuned. I was afraid to look at him so I tried not to make eye contact and I just kept concentrating on my cocktail. He reached over and pulled the mannequins suit over and off the bar and stashed it somewhere under the counter and then removed his cocktail and umbrella and wiped down the counter area.
He didn’t say anything to me and I guess maybe he was a little embarrassed by his actions and the fact that I didn’t want to get involved with him sexually after all I had told him I was straight. But I think that sometimes gay guys think straight men will give in and have sex if you entice them long enough.
Moments later there was a voice coming from somewhere behind me
“Wow it sure is dark in here!”
It almost pulled me out or my moment of deep concentration as I stared at my cocktail. But I remained focused on the umbrella before me. The voice of the new bar customer faintly rang in my ear
“God I need a drink! After the nightmare interview I just had, man I need a stiff one!”
“How about a Mighty Quinn special? It’s the perfect drink after a stressful day of work they are guaranteed to wipe your worries away!” the bartender said as he laid down a napkin
“Sounds good, just as long as it’s strong!” the new guy said as he took a seat next to me.
“Oh it’s strong!” the bar tender said and I could hear the wicked sound of truth in his voice
“I just had one awful interview upstairs and man I don’t think I have ever met a ruder man. Hey, are you wearing leather? Wow, I couldn’t tell at first, it’s so dark in here. Is this a gay bar?”
“Some times” the bartender said as he took the guys money to make change. The new guy said
“Cool!” as he sipped his drink and looked around the bar to check it out and let his eyes get accustomed to the dark.
It suddenly donned on me that this was the blonde guy I had run into on the elevator as I was leaving. I wanted to look over at him and confirm this but for some strange reason I found my eyes frozen on the umbrella before me. Why couldn’t I pull my eyes away from it? My mind freaked at the fact that I was frozen to my seat.
“Wow this is really tasty and strong too. I can feel the alcohol going right into me!” The voice of the new guy rang in my ear I wanted to scream or something. I started to freak out because I couldn’t move in fact it suddenly donned on me that I wasn’t even breathing anymore. I tried to take stock of my body and I felt completely stiff all over. The strange sensation of sexual arousal that I had felt only moments ago seemed to linger in a numbing wave of pleasure in my groin and I couldn’t seem to pinpoint what exactly it was I was feeling. Did I still have an erection in my pants? It sure felt like it but some thing was all wrong. And then I felt something nudge me on my arm
“Oh my god!” this guys not real! Holy shit!” The new guy yelled and the bartender began to laugh
Inside my mind I screamed what the hell’s going on but I couldn’t move a muscle to show I was totally freaking out. My body was a wave or terror and disbelief at what was happening and my mind kept saying what do you mean I’m not real!”
And then the bartender said
“God I love seeing people’s reaction when they realized they are sitting next to a mannequin. You looked so funny!”
The New Guy laughed and said
“Man you are one twisted fruit, but you really got me, because I thought he was real, he even looks like some one I’ve seen before!”
My mind screamed as I tried to understand what was going on and what they were talking about, no way this can’t be happening, this is a joke, I am real! I am, I’m real! But no matter how hard I tried to convey to them that I was not a dummy, I couldn’t get through
And then I heard the bartender slam something against the bar and he said
“Well, now that you know, lets put this mannequin into some thing more comfortable” His voice trailed off as I could tell he was moving away and around the bar. I suddenly felt the new guy’s fingers as he poked at my face. He hit my cheek and jaw bone and for some reason my flesh was unyielding. I could feel his finger but my skin didn’t give in to his pressure. My mind flipped on the fact and I wanted to scream get your fucking finger out of my face. The next thing I know there is a strong hand on my shoulder gripping me and I felt someone grab hold of my arm and pull it out and around and down. This was repeated with the other arm until my arms were pulled back and down. It felt like someone was slowly pulling my muscles out and redirecting them. And I felt so stiff and hard and it was as if I had no resistance whatsoever and once they were pulled into their new position they stayed there as stiff as they were in the last place they had been.
My mind screamed as I tried to continue their movement and pull free of where they had been placed but I had no control whatsoever. And then I felt my suit jacket and shirt being slipped off. No way, I cried, stop it! Leave me alone! But it was all in my mind and my body put up no struggle at all. And then I was lifted up and forced over the bar. The bartender ran his hand over my butt as he reached around to undo my belt and zipper and in seconds I felt the cold air of the room on my naked ass.
“Nice ass, nice body!” the new guy said as he sipped his cocktail. “What a stud!” I felt my self being exposed and I feared my erection would pop out and they would see my aroused sexual state but I couldn’t look down and see for myself no matter how hard I tried to direct my vision. And then I heard the new guy say
“Oh too bad, he’s not anatomically correct! He’s just like a giant Ken doll!”
My mind swirled, what did he mean by that? What happened to my cock and balls surely they must be there! Where could they have gone! In my mind I screamed at my exposed humiliation.
And then I felt my loafers and socks being slipped off and I was now totally nude. The bartender flipped me around and I caught a glimpse of the new guy. It was the same blonde guy I had seen on the elevator when I was leaving. He was looking me over with lust or so it seemed. Images flashed by as the bartender turned me and quickly began to put a leather harness on me. He cuffed my ankles and wrists and put a collar around my neck and then I felt his finger wiggle into my ass hole and my mind went flying and I tried to protest but it was useless. The erotic sensation of another man sticking his finger into your asshole was twisted beyond words and I felt myself tingle erotically all over and then what was worse was that he lifted upward from there and I felt my stiff plastic feet lift off the floor. I couldn’t believe how light weight I was and my stiff board like form tilted forward and I fell over only to feel the bartenders grip on my chest as he began to carry me sideways through the room. All the while I screamed at the erotic way I was being handled and the helpless exposed and vulnerable position I was now in. I heard him say to the blonde guy
“You wanna come see me put him in my mannequin dungeon”
“I’d love too!” The guy said and the next thing I know I was being carried into the back room past the disco and into the giant dungeon. The bartender hoisted me up and laid me onto a leather sling that hung down from huge silver chains from the ceiling. He bent my stiff body here and there and then raised my arms and locked my wrist cuffs to the sling chains. He then tilted me at the neck and waist so I was curved into the sling in a more natural way. He gripped my ankles and spread my legs so my ass hole could be accessible and locked my ankle cuffs to the second two lines of chains that hung from the ceiling. I couldn’t believe my body was being so erotically spread out and exposed. I wanted so badly to pull my legs in and close myself up into a little ball but I couldn’t move.
With my head tilted down I could now see my body a lot clearer and if I could have cried I would have, my cock and balls were completely gone. Every hair on my body was missing and replaced with a smooth plastic looking skin, which was all one even golden tan color now. My mind freaked out as I surveyed my body. This had to be a nightmare of some kind, there was no way that I was now a mannequin, it was all too impossible.
I could see my feet had been altered and my toes were all smoothed together to form superhero sock like feet and my belly button was gone as well. I looked just like all the other mannequins in the room and my mind freaked and begged the powers that be to let me wake up or make this un-happen but I had no control over anything. And why did I feel like I had a hard on where there was nothing there and why was I still sexually aroused by all that was happening? And then after I was securely locked into the sling the Bar tender began to finger my hole and play with my naked plastic body.
“He looked over at the blonde guy who was still holding his drink; he had brought it with him. The blonde had a hard on in his pants as he watched the bar tender fondle me
“This is really kinky, man you are truly twisted!” the blonde said
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet!” The Bar tender said and then he unzipped and shove his cock into my ass hole. My mind screamed and I cried out in a weird wave of pain and pleasure. I had never been fucked before and so I didn’t know what to expect. I was not prepared for the burning pain of it all nor did I expect the incredible wave of erotic pleasure that would scream through my rectum either.
It was all too insane and there was no way I could respond or move or show any sign that I was alive through all of this. I was just a hard plastic sex object that was being forcibly fucked. The bartender reached up and tried to squeeze at my nipple but there wasn’t anything thing there to squeezes and my hard plastic pectoral muscled didn’t give way to his grip no matter how hard he played with them. He felt over my thighs and legs as he fucked me and he even tickled and then licked his tongue over the soles of my plastic feet. And the strange thing was that I could feel every wild and erotic touch and it blew my mind. I wanted so badly to pull away but an unexplainable part of me loved it all.
The Bartender was lost in a mad lust for my mannequin-ized body and there was nothing I could do but take it all and ride the moment through and even though I felt completely helpless and raped, my plastic body felt wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.
The blond guy had taken out his dick and was now jerking himself off as he watched the bartender fuck me. The bar tender looked over at the blond and said you wanna be next and he smiled and nodded. I think this made the blonde pull back and not shoot his load. Perhaps he was now trying to save it for when it was his turn.
The bartender fucked on and my mind flew off in wild waves of bliss. The blonde guy came closer and he began to feel the bar tender’s body here and there and he said
“No, feel the mannequin. It’s really erotic.” And then the blonde guy began to stroke my hard plastic right leg and foot and then he slid his hands down and felt over my chest and stomach. All these wild sensations were driving me mad for more and more. I was moving into a state of mind I had never been before and I was starting to love it and need it and crave it and all I could think about was being used and fucked and felt and loved and desired and exposed and displayed. And then I felt him grip up and spasm deep inside me. And then he shot his load and I could even feel the cum blast against the inside of my altered rectum.
My mind flew of in pure bliss from the sensation and then the next thing I know the bar tender pulled out and the blond guy started sliding his erection into me. Again a whole new wave of pleasure began to overcome me as the blonde began to fuck me. As he did this the Bartender began to fondle the blonde and he ran his fingers all over the blonde's chest and pulled off his shirt. The blond didn’t fight it at all and he even let the bartender pull his pants down till he was now as naked as I was. The hot blonde’s body was well muscled and handsome and for some reason I suddenly felt incredible attracted to him.
Was I turning gay? I had to be or maybe I always was. I don’t know. I only know I was looking at the male body in a whole new light and the blondes huge seven inch cock was so hot to see as it slid in and out of my hard plastic hole. The blonde was getting closer and closer to reaching an orgasm and the bartender decided to step behind him and fondle his ass as he fucked me. I got the feeling that the bartender was finger fucking the blonde for a while and then it looked like he just maneuvered himself behind him and began to fuck the blonde as well. There we were, me transformed into a plastic mannequin in a sling being fucked by the hot young blonde stud who was also being fucked by this hot macho leather dressed bartender.
We all rocked onward to a final climax and this all depended on when the blonde was going to cum and I knew it was getting close. His handsome face looked so determined to shoot his building load but what he didn’t see was what I could see from my position. His chest was changing. When he had first removed his shirt he had a small splatter of golden blonde hairs on his chest and the closer he got to reaching his orgasm and Cumming inside me the more his body was changing and becoming more and more smooth and hairless. He didn’t see the hair on his body fade away and the way his skin took on a more waxy smooth plastic quality. He didn’t see his nipples slowly disappear from his chest or his belly button, but I could see it, I could tell he was changing and somehow I knew any second he would turn. He had no idea of what was going to happen to him. There was no way I could have warned him either. He was about to become a mannequin just like the rest of us. I could see the power in the bar tenders eyes as he fucked the blonde’s ass which in turn plowed the blonde's cock into me. The bartender looked into my eyes and smiled as he knew that I was aware of the Blonde's fate and I was helpless to stop it.
The orgasm built and I knew it was coming soon. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded into be and the two humans who fucked me. the blond looked like he was about to loose it as his eyes rolled back in to his head and he let out a wild cry of pure ecstasy and I felt a wild blast of cum bust into my hole and I was lost as well. The bartender let out a scream of bliss too and he shot his load up the blonde’s ass and the blonde moaned wildly and fell forward with his face into my neck and right shoulder. The bartender in turn fell forward and landed on the blond and we all just hung and lay their in the waves of sexual orgasmic afterglows savoring every ounce or our orgies climax.
After a few moments of calm and silence I felt an odd sensation in my hole. It felt like something was shrinking and slowly being with drawn. And then the bartender lifted his head from the blondes back and looked at me and smiled. My eyes were still frozen, locked in my mindless mannequin like stare. The bartender pulled out of the blonde’s ass and then stepped away from the sling and I felt myself swing back. I realized my connection to the floor via the bartender was now broken and the blond was no longer connected to the floor either. His stiff silent body was still bent over my form and he hung onto me like a stiff plastic object. The bartender moved about making a few adjustments in the room. He zipped his huge cock back into his leather pants and then took a long metal rod and set it up inside a flat glass mannequin stand. He then moved over to us and gripped the blond by the neck and pulled his face and front side off of my chest and straightened his body up. His handsome face was now frozen in a mindless stare as he looked as me and past. I could see he was now a plastic mannequin as well and the bartender easily lifted his light weight body up and off my hanging form. He groin was now like mine and missing his genitals as well. Only a smooth hard plastic mound of flesh could be seen at his groin and I wondered what the blonde was thinking at this point. He was probable screaming somewhere in his mind wondering how all this was even possible. The bar tender made a few adjustments in the blonds body and then lifted him up like a doll and carried him over to the mannequin stand and guided his plastic butt onto the metal rod. The rod slid into the blondes now plastic bubble butt hole a few inches and then stopped and then his now plastic body just seemed to hover there with his stiff mannequin feet just floating a few inches off the ground, the bartender hooked on a leather harness and jock and then put a whip in his hand and posed him as if he was about to whip someone. Once satisfied the bartender picked up the empty cocktail and the blondes discarded clothes and headed out of the room.
I scanned the room as best I could with my peripheral vision as I couldn’t move my eyes at all. I could see half the room and the mannequins there in and I wondered if they were all just like me, guys who had stopped by for a drink to relax and let their worries fade away for a spell. The more I thought about it the more I realized how good it felt to just relax and be and stop worrying about my problems. And somehow it seemed that it was great to be just a plastic mindless mannequin in a bondage display scene. As long as that bartender makes sure he comes back and fucked me into ecstasy every once and a while.
The day passed on and a few more handsome studs in business suits joined our tableau and then true to the bartender’s word at about eleven o’clock every night, just like the bar tender said the place really came a live. And some of those mannequins in lather jackets came back into the dungeon and there was a wild orgy of erotic pain and pleasure and mannequin sex at the mighty Quinn bar.

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