PLASTIC MEN

By Robert Sanfratello/MRSANMAN

I met Peter through the internet! And yes I know talking with men sexually on the internet is not the best thing to do. Who knows what kind of weirdo’s you’ll run into. Well hell, I am pretty weird so I guess I always figured it was more dangerous for them then it was for me. I am one of those guys that delight in the idea of having complete control and power over other men. I love seeing hot guys helplessly forced to surrender to some erotic sexual experience. Bondage scenes are one of my favorites. I loved to see men bound, tied, roped, and unable to move. Completely immobile is the best, I guess I am just horny that way. I loved to tie my boyfriend Tony up and ravage his helpless little body! Ha! What a thrill it was to rope his entire form so he couldn’t move a muscle and then play with his captive body. I would stroke it, grope it, caress it and sometimes lick him up and down from bound head to captive toe. Well that’s one of the reasons he left me. Called me too controlling, too bossy, and way too kinky!

Well it was true, I can’t help it. I just loved to tie him up, and then have my way with his hot bound unmovable body! So Tony was gone, and what was I to do? Cruise the internet for hot man sex and bondage scenes! And that’s when I connected with Peter.

I had found this web site where they have these images of guys turned into erotic objects of lust. Photos of hot men manipulated. The artist would take the naked photo of a guy and alter it so they look like plastic man. Like a mannequin! It was hot to see guys altered like that. In my twisted mind I liked seeing them turned into helpless sexually exposed plastic toys! I wanted to do that to Tony. That would be fun, alter him or transform him into a mannequin would be cool, and then play with him in his bound position. Though I knew it was just fantasy I still jerked off to the idea.

Well then this Peter guy started up a conversation with me on this site and we talked about erotic transformation ideas and he showed me his collection of manipulated photos and then he asked if I’d send him a nude photo of myself. Well I really didn’t see myself in the submissive role and I wished I’d had a picture of Tony to send but I didn’t. I searched the photos in my messy desk but there were not any naked ones of Tony to be found. I guess he took them all. And then I found a picture that Tony took of me a while back. It was a shot of me naked and laying on my stomach with a glass of wine in my hand. So I thought what the hell, and the next thing you know I scanned it and sent it to Peter.

A few days later I got an e-mail from him and he sent me the altered photograph. It was wild to see myself looking all plastic-like. Yet I did feel a little uncomfortable about it, I would rather be the one controlling others. But I guess that’s the same way I made Tony feel every time I tied him up and put him in bondage. It was that weird helpless and awkward feeling of being out of control. So I started to think about what I had been doing to him all those years we were together. I guess I made him feel uncomfortable, just like I was feeling now. Oh well, I guess there are those out there that like to be bound and controlled and those that like to do it to others and those that don’t care for it either way. I just needed to find some one that liked being controlled. Maybe I would find someone like that on this website.

And I thought no harm done, it’s just a picture of me looking like a plastic man, It really wasn’t me, and if some one wanted to get off on looking at a picture of me like that then I didn’t really care. But maybe I should have been worried because what happened next was even weirder then my kinky perversions.

I got this e-mail from someone and I didn’t know for sure who it was. I think Peter had posted the before and after picture of me on some transformation site. The e-mail said that they had seen the pictures and they wanted to place an order for one of my mannequins. Well I didn’t know what they were talking about cause I don’t have any mannequins made in my image, and it was only a manipulated photo anyway. I mean it looked cool but it wasn’t that real. I just ignored the e-mail and then the next day I found a photo in my printer tray. How it got their I don’t know, cause my computer was off and I don’t ever remember hitting the print icon. Anyway it was a photograph of a mannequin and it looked just like me.

It was a little blurry but this mannequin was posed standing and naked and it had a pole between its legs. I wasn’t too sure where the pole went in but it looked like it was going right in between my legs and into my butt. Oh well someone found a dummy that looked like me. Or maybe some one made one from the photo-manip they had seen. I didn’t let it get to me that much but it was freaky how it looked a lot like me. Only difference was there was no body hair and I have a hairy chest and legs. It had only a flesh colored clump for a groin and the feet were smooth booty like creations. The toes were all molded together like a sock foot, with just the hint of toes. Also several of the fingers were stuck together on each hand and the hair on the head was very stiff looking almost as if it was a hard plastic mold.

I wondered why some one would send this to me, maybe it was Peter, but I wasn’t sure. And then I had the strangest dream. It was as weird as dreams can be and for some reason I was with Tony again and he was taking my picture like before. I was naked and on the rug with a glass of wine and then once he took the photo I couldn’t move. And then he came over to me with a paint brush and began to paint me. It was very weird and I some how felt like he was getting revenge for all the time I had tied him up and he couldn’t move and I played with his captive body. Anyway he painted this clear sticky stuff all over me and it dried clear and hard and I couldn’t move and then he began to feel my up all over. It was all too weird and I tried so hard to move but I couldn’t.

Some how I knew I deserved it. I had put him in that same sort of position and now it was my turn. I wondered if I’d ever see him again, because when you dream about people sometimes that means you miss them and they might just come back into your life. I hoped so.

The next day I found another photograph in the print tray, it was clearer then the last one and it was another mannequin that looked just like me. This one was a side view and I could see that the pole was going right up my ass. It gave me a very uncomfortable feeling all day and I felt like there was an odd pressure against my hole. I guessed it was just seeing that image and it made me aware of my body in a different way.

That night I had another odd dream. This time I was standing naked in a very strange room. It was a person’s house that I’d never been in before. Anyway I felt like I was floating down a long hall way. There were all kind of images on the walls. Pictures of men from different photographs and I wondered if my image would be there. It was a long hall and it went on for some time and I was just helpless to pull away and go back. You know how sometimes in your dreams you feel like you’re floating and you just move where ever the dream takes you. Well that’s what was happening and I felt like a frozen spirit. Well I went down this hall and passed into a secret room. It was a huge chamber and all over the place were these mannequins. There were hundreds of them all over the place and I had this odd feeling that I Was going to see one that looked like me. They were posed in various positions and placed erotically all about.

Well I don’t know about you but sometimes where dreams get really weird you start to realize it’s just a dream so you stop being scared and just go with the flow. Well I knew it was a dream and so I tried to let my self relax and enjoy it. And then finally I stopped face to face with my own image. And there it was a mannequin of me standing right before me. I just froze up and then the next thing I see is a mirror before and some one pulls it away and I am in the spot where the dummy was and I can’t move or anything!

I try to cry out but I have no voice and I wonder if I can even open my mouth. And then I feel someone’s hand on my back, and it sends an erotic shiver all through me. It runs down my body and I scream to pull away. I feel it on my butt and then it runs down my legs and I feel two hands caress my calves and then slip under my feet that seem to be just suspended in air. I tingle all over and feel so helpless to stop the advances of the stranger behind me. And then two arms reach around my body and hug my form and grope me all over. I feel him rub my chest and press at my hard nipples. And then he gropes my groin but there is only a hard plastic mound there but it still feels erotic and then he pulls me and I feel my hard form lift up and slid off the pole in my ass and I cried out to escape and then I bolted awake.

My heart was racing and I had the hardest erection. I knew I had to pee and thank god for that or I wouldn’t have woken up. And then it took ten minutes for my piss hard-on to go down so I could pee with out making a mess.

I went back to bed but I only had a few hours before I had to go to work and the dream did not continue. I was glad of that. The next day at work I sat at my computer at and decided to e-mail Peter about my dream, I thought he would understand my dream and maybe he could shed some light on these mysterious pictures someone keeps sending me. He e-mailed me back something about how I should just enjoy it while it lasts. What did he mean by that? Hey, didn’t he know it wasn’t my bag. I was the one who should be getting off my making some one else feel like they were unable to move. I didn’t like his response but I decided to let it go because I figured I was just cranky form lack of a good nights sleep.

And then I found my self nodding off at my desk and the sound of something printing on my work computer snapped me out of my half sleep. I looked at the image and there it was again another image of a mannequin. This one was much clearer and it was the back side view of one. I could see the pole going right up the dummy’s ass, but you couldn’t see the face but I just assumed it was the one that looked like me. I started to wonder if it was Peter who was sending them all the while.

It was getting late and I finished up my work and decided to hit the bath room before I drove home. I do this on a regular basis because I don’t want to get stuck in 5-Oclock traffic with the need to take a leak. I stepped up to the urinal and unzipped my pants and pulled my underwear down and reached in to grip my cock and I was shocked to find it gone!

I almost made a vocal gasp of terror as I felt only smooth flesh there with no cock or balls. I froze in terror at the weird sensation of the void there and I waited till the man at the sink left the room and then I rushed into the stall and closed the door. In a panic I pulled my pants down and dropped my underwear and found that my privates where gone. Only a flesh hairless mound of skin was there. I felt around it like it was some dangerous territory, freaking out the whole time. It felt like flesh, my flesh and all I could feel was just skin. I wondered if I was just asleep at home in my bed, but no, everything else was too real.

The more I felt it the more daring I got and I began to squeeze and pull at the flesh. I could feel the odd sensation of pleasure inside me. Somewhere under that area was my cock and I could feel it stir. But where and how and what was going on. I quickly pulled myself together and zipped up and then hurried out of the place. I wanted to get home as soon as possible. As I drove home I couldn’t help feeling the area. I was even caught by one drive as we stopped at a light. He saw me pressing and groping all around my lap as if I was messaging myself. I felt somewhat ashamed but on second thought fuck that! He’d do the same if his genitals were gone too!

I started to feel the strangest pain in my groin the more I pressed and felt around. I wondered if my cock was getting hard somewhere inside me. And how could it all be possible. And then the more aroused I got from the constant feeling around, all it seemed to do was cause more pain in my body. Somewhere deep inside at the far base of where my cock would have been rooted I felt an odd pressure. I suddenly realized it was inside my rectum. Somewhere in my ass it began to hurt. There was a dull pain or pressure and it seemed to be growing.

I got home ran inside and that alone was painful. The pain in my ass seemed to be centered on my prostate and my hole. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants and again my mind spun at what I saw. I had no cock. I had nothing but a mound of flesh I looked at my legs and they too were as hairless as my groin. Then I pulled off my shirt and I realized all the hair on my chest was gone too. I was beginning to freak out. What was happening to me, and that damn pain in my hole was getting worse!

I heard a beeping noise and realized my printer had turned on and was now printing a picture. I went to it a lifted out the image. It was another front shot of me as a mannequin and it was incredibly clear. I knew something weird was going on. Somehow I was being alter to look like this mannequin buy how, why? This has to be a dream! I felt an odd pain in my left foot and then another in my right and I sat down in my computer chair and pulled off my socks. I was dumbfounded. My feet had changed. All of my toes were melded together like a mannequin’s foot. I was scared to death at this point. Tears of terror began to spill out of my eyes as my mind freaked

Suddenly my computer screen clicked on and I heard that twinkling sound of a message coming through. I saw the Name Peter pop up and I read the words.

“So how’s the transformation going?”

My mind spun, it was him! He was the one that was doing this to me! I panicked for a second and then I typed in a response “Why? Why are you doing this? What’s happening to me!

He responded with “Isn’t it clear? You’re turning into a mannequin!”

“Stop it!!!” I typed back in anger, “Where’s my fucking cock?!!!

He typed a message back to me. “Cock? What does a mannequin need a cock for?”

I was about to type back a bunch of angry words when he added. “Just relax, and calm down, I’ll be over in a minute and I’ll take care of every thing!”

What did he mean by that? I thought and then I tried to type a response but my fingers got all stiff and I kept typing all the wrong keys and my message looked something like this

“Plesajd ;;w;peew;.qqw;;wesssdlp” I looked at my hands and realized the last three fingers on each hand had stuck together and hardened.

He responded with “Ah, I can tell that your fingers are almost complete, don’t worry it will all be over soon. And soon you will surrender to your new existence!”

“My mind cried out no as I realized he wasn’t going to help me and I freaked. I rose up from my chair and I fell over as my legs felt stiff and hard. I twisted awkwardly and then fell to the floor as my torso detached itself from my legs and I fell in two pieces.

“Noooooo” I cried as I rolled over to look at my plastic legs lying stiff and disconnected. I crawled to the phone and knocked it over. I pressed the numbers with my stiff fingers for emergency and then a voice clicked on and I tried to speak my lips would not open. I felt my mouth and it was stiff and all that came out was a long ‘MMMMMMMMMMMOan from somewhere deep inside and I dropped the phone.

Suddenly from behind me I saw movement and someone picked up the phone and put it back on the receiver. I looked up and watched as some strange man was looking down on me. It was Peter. How he got there so fast or how he even got in I don’t know but he was there and I just shivered in terror as I felt my body hardening up.

“There, there, my little man, there is nothing to fear anymore. Just let all you cares a worries fade away. Because mannequins don’t have any cares or worries. All you need to ever think about again is how nice you’re going to look inside my chamber of transformed plastic men.

Peter lifted up a huge suitcase and placed in on the table and all I could do was stare blankly at him with an odd dazed expression on my face. I watched as he lifted up one of my legs that had separated from me when I had crawled across the floor. He felt over the smooth plastic quality of my leg and I felt a wave of erotic sensation as he did this. He caressed my foot and tickled over the sole and if I could have moved I would have wiggled form the tickling touch of his fingers against my smooth hard flesh.

“I know you can feel this, and I know it may feel strange and twisted, yet it may also feel very pleasurable, and you may have a hard time dealing with this but I only have two things to say about that. First of all I have complete control of your body from now on and number two get used to it” He gripped my leg and foot and twisted them apart and placed the tow separate piece into the huge case. They fit into velvet lined holders that fit the shape of the body parts. He did the same to my other leg and then pulled off each arm and hand as well. My mind spun on the insanity of it all. And I shivered from the helpless ness of my situation. Another click and my head was popped off. He placed my torso in the case and then lowered my head into a separate hat box and then everything went dark.

After some time lost in then the darkness I eventually arrive at my new location. He put me together again and then if I could have I would have screamed when he shoved a thick anal post up my ass and set me on a small wheeled mannequin stand. The next think I knew I was being rolled down a long hall way with pictures of men on the walls. I realized it was all like the strange dream I had had and now it had become my reality. I was rolled into the next chamber and there they were before me. Hundreds of naked mannequins filled the room like erotic frozen statues. I was soon placed in the room along with them and then left to get used to my new home.

Some time later I felt Peter’s hands on my hard plastic form. He felt me up all over and caressed every inch of my now mannequinized body. Every touch was a wild wave of erotic helpless pleasure and even my hard cock-less mound felt wild spasms of pleasure from his touch. And when he lifted me off my mannequin pole and fucked my hard ass, I felt incredible orgasms flood my plastic form and I was helpless to stop it. He loved me over and over and I watched him love all the others on a regular basis. His appetite for plastic men sex was unquenchable and I soon grew to except my fate as I knew there was nothing I could do about it. And as time went by I couldn’t wait for my turn to be felt, stroked, licked, kissed and caressed from plastic head to toe.

And once in a while I wondered what ever happened to Tony. And was this what it felt like to him when I used to ravage his tied up helpless body. And then I wondered if I got my just desserts. But I don’t think about it too much, in fact I don’t think about much at all. I am a mannequin and mannequins don’t really think. Sometimes I even wonder if my life before this really ever happened. Maybe it was all a dream. Oh well who cares. I feel good and I look good and my master loves me. That’s all that really matters.

The End

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