Auction House

Author: eckie
Title: Auction House
Date: 09 March 2003

By <a href=latex1999@hotmail.com>latex1999@hotmail.com</a>

Peter sorted through the work orders, looking to find a lot stored in one of the outer buildings. It didn't take long as there was always more things to be cataloged than there were people to count them. In fact he found several of them, all in the same building. Taking them all he walked out of the office and down the hall shuffling through the papers.

Even though it was late Friday afternoon no one had a problem with him just getting started now. After all this was a non-profit clearing house, everyone worked for minimum wage if they got anything at all. And nobody argued with any time that anyone was willing to pull.

Peter worked here because he was always finding all kinds of neat stuff. Frequently he ran across things that his friends in various theatrical prop departments were looking for. But his favorite reason he liked working here was that there were always clothes to find. He was always on the look out for interesting new things, almost half his wardrobe was from finds he made here. Though some may have suspected, he hoped that no one knew for sure that he always tried on anything that interested him. It was one of the reasons that he preferred to sort lots that were not in the main building.

Since he had just broke up with his latest boyfriend, he did not feel like staying at home and getting all depressed with his friends efforts to cheer him up. And he really didn't want any of the people at that worked here to find out that he was between boyfriends again.

At least this way he could stay busy for hours and actually get something good accomplished with his time.

Stepping outside he quickly made his way to the building that his lots were stored in. Seeing that the lock was in place on the outer door, he smiled. That meant that he was the only one working inside, so he could try on anything he found with no worry about being watched.

Quickly opening the lock, he entered the building and turned on the hall lights. Originally this building had been used as offices and so the building was broken up into lots of rooms, most of them larger ones for groups of steno's or ranks of filing cabinets. Now it was used for the lots made up of easily carried box's and furniture.

Checking his paperwork again, Peter found there was a lot stored here on the first floor. He decided to start with that and work his way up the building from there.

Looking over the information of the previous owner, he found out that this lot had been owned by an unmarried man in his 30's. For an unspecified reason all of his household property had been ceased and sold. This was the portion that has been bought by the House, sight unseen. He job was to sort and catalogue everything, so that the appraisers could assign individual values. With a sigh, Peter opened the door and entered.

Inside he saw that this must have been a bedroom suite, as there were several free standing wardrobes, a number of trunks, a full length mirror, and a large wooden bed frame and mattress, with assorted smaller boxes.

Starting with the largest items Peter, listed and described the bed set, the wardrobes, and the trunks. Then he opened the first wardrobe and stopped stunned. Inside he found that it was packed with clothes, women's clothes and men's clothes, latex clothes. He saw a number of styles in several different colors, black and red being the most frequent.

Taking his time he took and laid out most of the items on top of the chests and box's. The dresses, and skirts ran from micro-mini's to floor length, most had very narrow lines but a few were the same patterns as could be found on the street. The tops ran from skin tight pullovers to flowing long sleeved fancy dress.

Peter had taken his time with many of the items, holding them up against his body and imagining himself wearing each one. He took a quick look in the rest of the wardrobe and discovered on the shelf above several hats of latex, as well as a few things he thought were caps or hoods but he wasn't too sure. In the drawers below were a selection of latex lingerie; bra's, panties, stockings, garterbelts and more. Also he found some talcum powder and some oils, that he thought might be used to make it easier to wear the rubber clothes.

Quickly he went to the next wardrobe and opened it to discover that it held men's clothes, pants and shirts mostly, all latex. With boots and gloves as well. Realizing that these accessory's were missing from the woman's set, he moved on to the largest trunk. In this he found a large selection of gloves, shoes and boots, but there were also a number of body suits, also made of rubber. Buried under everything else was a box, it filled up the entire bottom of the trunk.

Taking it out and opening it, Peter was amazed to discover what looked like a partial mannequin made of rigid red latex. The face held the expression of a person in the throws of orgasm, with the mouth partially open. Peter could see the hollow inside the mouth was sealed, but the nose had openings in the nostrils. Also there was nothing filling the eye sockets, just open spaces. The arms and legs which ended just before the elbow and knee were also open, confirming that the inside of the mannequin was hollow.

Peter could see that the head was designed to move from side to side, but not up or down. Lower down he could see that the body could be bent at the hips, but not turned to the sides. The waist was wasp shaped, as if the person had a spectacularly narrow waist or perhaps was wearing a corset. The arms and legs, such as they were, could also be moved, but only to the front and back. It looked as if the rubber figure was incomplete, the creator having stopped before finishing.

Looking at the incomplete figure gave him a strange tingly kind of feeling. Peter couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he wanted to keep an eye on it. So he 'posed' it so that it was braced up against some box's, as if it were sitting there watching him. As he moved each part there was a series of soft clicks, and each piece stayed just where he posed it.

He spent the next little while posing and preening before the mirrors asking the figure what it thought of each item he held up.

Peter was so wrapped up in trying to decide what to try on first that he turned and half seriously asked, "Well my silent friend, I'm just not sure which to try first. What would you suggest?"

"I would recommend anything in red ."

The male voice caught Peter completely by surprise. Turning he first stared at the latex mannequin, before seeing movement behind it near the door.

Looking more closely, Peter could see a tall familiar looking man with long black hair standing near the door. "I'm sorry, did I frighten you? I was told that there was someone here that could help me," the man said.

Having regained his breath, Peter replied, "Yes, I'm afraid that you did give me something of a fright. I hadn't heard you come down the hall. What is it I'm supposed to help with?"

The man moved further into the room, looking over the 'explosion' of latex apparel. "I was talking with the manager in the main building, a Mr. ..." the man's voice trailed off questioningly.

"Mr. Dalmon?" Peter offered.

"Yes... Dalmon. I left my lawyers papers with him, and he said that there was someone here to help me while he takes care of the paperwork back there."

Holding a rubber catsuit behind him, as if to hide what he had been doing, Peter asked, "And what is it you need help with, exactly?"

"Oh, I'm here to reclaim my property. It seems that when the creditors cleared out my boyfriends apartment, they took my property and sold it along with his. I've been having a dreadful time, what with trying to track down where each parcel of the goods have gone to and finding my things amongst them."

Peter understood just how challenging such an endeavor could be, having seen how quickly lots could be brought in and either broken up or sold entire. "Well, whatever I can do, just ask and I will do what I can to help."

The man smiled at Karen's words, "My dear you have already started by opening this building... I mean for being here in this room. You see these are my things that you were playing with!"

"Oops, I'm sorry! It's just that all these things just looked so..." Peter's voice drifted off in embarrassment.

Coming forward the man placed a hand about Peter's shoulders, "My dear friend please don't feel badly about enjoying my collection! I take it as a compliment that you are so fascinated by it!"

Leaning in and whispering, "In fact, after I get changed into something special, its just been too long since I've worn any rubber! After I've changed, with your help I hope, we'll find something for you to wear. Please say that you'll help me? It's just so much easier and more fun when there's someone sharing in the pleasure."

Peter was somewhat overwhelmed by this man's presence and the offer to share in some dress-up was more than he could say no to. Peter was so intrigued by the man's story and offer that he completely forgot to ask the man's name. So he helped the man select a number of items and laid them out as the man undressed.

First spreading talc over the man's skin, Peter noticed that they were both of similar height and build. Though where he was fair of skin and hair this man was dark, with long raven tresses and darkly tanned skin.

First the woman wanted a pair of penis pants, ones that had built in butt plug. After liberally dousing the probe with lubricant he pulled the pants home with a shudder. "Ooooooo, it's just been too long! Quickly help me into this body suit!"

Obeying the snapped command, Peter held and pulled and zipped as the man directed. The whole time staring at the man's features, sure that he had seen them someplace. Such was his fascination with the man and the clothing, Peter completely missed how turned on he was becoming.

In what felt like a blink of the eye, the man was now fully dressed. The black latex body suit covered everything from the neck down even his hands and feet. On top of this was a pair of thigh high red latex boots, long gloves and a tall collar all in red latex.

Over all of this the man draped a flowing hooded robe, watching Peter intently. "Now my friend we need to pick out some things for you."

Peter met the man's gaze and felt himself captured by the strength and authority radiating from the latex garbed figure before him. Without a word spoken, Peter quickly removed his talc covered clothes.

He stood silent and unmoving as the man paced about his nude form. As the man passed behind him, Peter's gaze fell upon the mannequin.

Suddenly he understood, the face of the mannequin was the same as that of the man. He must have moved or made a sound, because the man leaned over his shoulder and said, "So you recognized my alter ego?"

Moving over to the mannequin, "My boyfriend was into many things, and some of them were an artist and a craftsman. He made this shell for me and I would wear it at parties and about the house for him. I can't tell you how many times I've cum while wearing it!"

Peter stared from one to the other, "You wore this... this... " His voice drifted off as he tried to understand what it would feel like to be encased in the mannequin shell. Turned into an object, a thing, a toy.

Watching Peter's expression as his mind worked and churned. "Ah I do believe that we have found the thing for you!"

Once again time blurred for Peter, he quickly found herself wearing a red latex body suit. While this suit had a filler for his lower entry there was something different about them, but it was shoved into him so fast that he had no time to see how.

With the suit sealed, the Mannequin shell was opened and piece by piece attached to his body. Peter stood immobile and silent as the man changed him from a man into a Mannequin. The final piece was the head, this the man opened and carried over to Peter. He adjusted the mouth filler and then held it up to Peter's face. What he had thought was a rigid globe was now a soft mass that easily fit into his mouth.

With very little adjusting the head of the mannequin settled home about Peter's head. He found that he could breath easily and that his hearing was also clear, though he had not seen any openings at the ears. With a final click he was now Mannequin.

The man slowly moved to stand before the newly minted Mannequin. He carefully stroked and caressed every inch of the red latex skin. Making some final adjustments here and there, Mannequin could feel a tremendous charge building within him. Finally the man took Mannequins face in both his hands and gave it a long deep passionate kiss. Mannequin felt the mass in his mouth become rigid and expand, forcing his mouth open, as if he were in the throws of an orgasm.

Suddenly with a power he had never felt in his old life Mannequin came hard and long. He shuddered, quaked and spasmed and would have fallen had it not been for his Masters arms about him. Slowly he came back to the world about him, blasted clean of all that he had been before.

He stood unmoving, unnamed, awaiting some persons will to move him, to give him purpose. The man, his Master, gently took him by the shoulders and guided him to a place before the mirror.

There stood a promise fulfilled, where before had been just the start of a mannequin, here was one complete. He could see that there were join marks at his wrists, elbows, shoulders, neck, waist. And bending forward with soft ratcheting sounds he could see them also at he knees and ankles.

Straightening again, Mannequin stood and watched as Master dressed him in a tight black latex mini dress. Also added were a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes, a white lace apron, white lace gloves, and a black haired wig with a maids cap pinned to it.

After a final inspection the Master spoke, "Now Maid I expect you to get my things ready for travel. Fold them and put them into the suitcases and boxes that I will bring in." And then Master strode from the room.

Moving slowly at first, Maid began to prepare all the latex as his Master ordered. Quickly the two men had every latex item from the wardrobes and chests ready, as well as a large number of items from the boxes that littered the room.

Maid found that he could not move as quickly as Master could, his shuffling step no match for Masters powerful stride. But he could tell that this disparity did not upset his Master. So as he slowly carried items down the hall the Master carried others past him and placed them into a waiting van.

Maid had not noticed that his talc covered clothing had been boxed along with all the latex items. All during the loading of the van, Maid had been dreading the time when they would be finished and that he would have to change back into Peter.

The last box having been placed into the cargo bed, Maid looked in and saw a small area still empty. Even as he wondered why Master had packed the truck this way, there was a solid click at the back of his neck. Maid found himself unable to move, at least those parts that were covered by the rigid latex.

Before he could grasp what was going on, Master pushed Maid down into the bed of the van. Taking some items from the last box loaded, Maid's hands and feet were pulled back and locked together.

"My dear, dear, Maid, having seen you wearing that mannequin skin there is no way that I could ever do without you. I decided that I simply must have you with me forever."

"Oh I know that you may have had a life that you might want to return to but that's all gone now. All you are is Maid, or whatever I decide to redress you as. Perhaps tomorrow you will be Nurse, or Cook, but you will always be mine!"

"And have no fears about you getting away from me if I were to remove the Mannequin shell from you. You see there are ways to get food in to you and there are ways to let such things out without removing anything. Did I forget to tell you that I usually wore it for weeks at a time?"

Master started to turn away, "Oh and don't think that anyone else knows that I'm here. It took me weeks to follow the paper trail that led me here. I've been waiting days for someone to open this building so that I could search for my things. It must have been fate that led you to open not only this place but also find my things straight off!"

"Hmmm, now that I think on it, Maid should be rewarded for his good behavior." Master reached under the skirt of Maid and groping the crotch of the helpless Mannequin. The pressing of a button triggers the vibrator locked into Maid's ass channel, causing him to tremble as the sensations mount.

With a few items tucked about Maids form, Master closed the doors and drove the van away. Maid was completely oblivious as he was rocked by wave after wave of orgasm.

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