Mannequin Man

Author: eckie
Title: Mannequin Man
Date: 30 May 2003

Copyright © by Anonymous

It is mid morning, and everything is quiet, the day is taking its normal course. We have been through the usual morning routine, with you feeding me through my mouth tubes and cleaning me, removing what has gone through my body yesterday at the other end from two tubes at my groin area.

You left the house a few hours ago, and I am left alone, stuck and immobile inside my rigid plastic prison. The one thing I can move are my eyes; I can see my encased body in it’s flesh-coloured plastic coating, reflected in the mirror opposite, through the tiny pin hole eyes set in the mask that shuts my face off from the world. The vibrator set into the plastic bottom of my cocoon expands and moves continually in my arse, sending a series of orgasmic tremors through my immobile and frustrated body, and I would surely scream from physical pleasure were it not for the firm rubber shape of the mask’s open mouth, a gag perfectly contoured to the inside of my own, making anything other than a near silent moan inaudible outside my plastic entombed body, while leaving my mouth permanently fixed wide open in a silent gasp and cry of ecstasy.

I well remember the last time I saw my body, the last time I was ever see it. I had stepped out of the shower at home and admired my smooth swimmer’s build in the bathroom mirror, with its bulging thighs, chest and arms, before throwing on a pair of tight jeans and white T-shirt before dashing off to work. At that time I was employed in the warehouse of a firm that held and then sold the property of people who had been declared bankrupt. My job was to inventory and value the goods. That morning, I picked up the keys to one of the warehouses from the office, not staying to talk long, as I didn’t want them to know I was between boyfriends again, and headed over to the lot in question. Once inside, I found the room I was looking for, and unlocked the door and went in. There were several wardrobes, and other pieces of bedroom furniture. I opened one of the wardrobe doors and a smile spread across my face; rows and rows of black rubber clothing – briefs, pants, shirts, body suits, masks and gloves. There was even an inflatable rubber body bag. I have always had a rubber fetish, and was wondering if perhaps I could take some of these for myself…

But first have a look at the other wardrobes and chests… The wardrobes were full of more clothes in the same style, and all in different colours, even see-through. There were also leather harnesses, posture collars, cock rings, nipple toys, vibrators and other exciting objects. I then decided to examine the chests and moved over to the closest one. Inside was what looked like a basic male shop mannequin, but on getting it out, I discovered that there were catches on the sides, indicating that it could be opened up, leaving a cavity inside that would accommodate a human body. The head had blond hair like me, only it's was plastic, blue eyes and an expression of sexual lust on it. The mouth, which would actually fit inside the mouth of the wearer, was wide open as if in the throes of orgasm, the inside a darker pink, even having a flexible rubber tongue fixed inside. "Well, my friend, what should I try on?" I asked the mannequin. "Anything you like," said a voice over my shoulder. I turned round in surprise, to see you, a man the same age and roughly the same height as me, though you had dark hair to my blond.

"I see you’ve been looking at my stuff; I design and make fetish clothing," you said, ignoring my embarrassment at having been disturbed. "Actually, none of this should be here – my boyfriend was declared bankrupt, and I was out of the country at the time, so some of my things were taken by mistake. I’ve come to get them back. I spoke to your boss, Mr…"

"Mr Craig? OK, well, can I help you with your stuff at all?" I asked.

A wicked gleam came into your eyes, and you asked if I would like to try any of the clothes on first. "I’d love to, but first let me shut the door and then I’ll see," I said. "No," you replied, after I had locked the door, "let me pick something out for you, then we could have some fun" You went over to the wardrobe, and chose several things, discarding them all in succession before turning to a pair of black penis briefs, but they were a bit different to ones I had seen before; these had a long, catheter like tube coming from the penis sheath, and another extension at the back that would take a larger than average vibrator. "How about these?" you asked invitingly, as I looked at them with hungry eyes.

I quickly undressed and you looked with approval at the muscles standing out on my body. I pulled the briefs up, wriggling them up over my butt cheeks and slipping my now pulsing cock into the tight shiny black sheath. I found that the end of the catheter fitted just inside the tip of my dick and that my balls were encased in black rubber below.

You then stripped naked yourself, and I saw to my delight that you had a body no worse than my own. You chose yourself a black total enclosure suit, with holes only at the eyes, mouth, nostrils and zipper for your cock. I helped you into it, looking greedily at the bulge emerging through the rubber at your groin, working your legs down into the attached bootees and your arms through the sleeves into the attached gloves and pulling the hood over your head before zipping you in at the back from your ass crack to the neck.

You then told me that one of your own favourite pass-times was to spend time in the mannequin suit, controlled by your boyfriend and you asked if I would like to try being encased in plastic. I thought I would die of pleasure – being turned from a human being into an inanimate thing, a mere lifeless object. Upon my agreeing, you took the suit out of the chest and took it to pieces – feet, calves, knees, upper legs, waist, torso, upper arms, elbows, lower arms, hands, neck and head, each with small screw parts. You then took the left foot and opened it into two halves, putting one half under my sole and the second over the arch. The top half clicked firmly into the bottom, imprisoning my foot in flesh coloured plastic and denying my toes any movement. The same happened with my right foot, and for a second I stood awkwardly, before getting my balance back in my new "shoes" Next you took the left calf, opened it in two, and placed it round my bulging calf, again snapping the two halves shut; I noticed that the calf mould fitted exactly into the foot, allowing my ankle to bend slightly with ratchety sounds, but without showing any of my skin. The right calf followed the left, keeping my plastification symmetrical. Now you took the knees joints, clasping them round the knee bones, again showing not one inch of skin, even when I bent my own now hidden and concealed joints. The whole erotic experience of the process of being encased in smooth, rigid, unyielding plastic sent a surge to my groin and I felt my dick become harder and tighter in the rubber penis briefs, my pre-cum seeping into the long tube coming from end of the sheath attached.

Now came the mannequin’s thighs, and again these fitted round my well-built muscles, allowing my leg joints now to move only in the two directions that the mannequin’s joints allow. You surprised me by not taking the waist next, as I thought you would be working up all the time. In fact, your plan was to get my limbs as immobile as possible to prevent my stopping you before I realised you were going to plastify me forever, only for your use, never again to be seen by anyone, even by myself. So you picked up the hand coverings, and placed my left palm on the bottom half, and I saw that the inside has grooves, spreading my fingers apart ever so slightly, a fact not seen when you click the other half closed, so that my fingers could not even touch each other within their inanimate shell. The right hand followed the left, and then you stood back to take a look at your work so far. I saw myself reflected in the wardrobe mirror, and noted with delight and pleasure my dream of being turned into an inanimate thing taking shape before my very eyes, parts of my body already having ceased to hook human.

Your black rubber-encased body came back to work, placing the lower arm parts around my skin; these, like the leg parts, entirely shut my forearms from the light, imprisoning them in the same solid, inanimate pale pink flesh. Then the elbows, then the upper arms followed; I was able to see my body becoming more and more entrapped and helpless, and the surge in my groin was growing stronger by the minute, my cock and balls encased in shiny black latex, hanging in between my plastic legs and longing to be covered in too. The next part of my cocoon was the neck, closely fitting around my Adam’s apple and forcing my head into a forward position, much like a posture collar, so that I was then unable to look down at my body, and was only able to see it over your shoulder in the mirror beyond or if I bent at the waist.

Now came the largest part of the mannequin suit; the torso, the part that was to cover most of my upper body from the world, leaving only my head and groin uncased. The process was over quickly and in a series of clicks, I had become imprisoned from the waist line up. I saw my new torso in the mirror, well defined pectoral muscles standing out over the plastic and covering my own chest. I was no longer able to move my neck to any great degree in any direction as it was attached to the torso, and my solid arms moved only backwards and forwards, not from side to side as the shoulder joints would not allow movement in that direction. The feeling was highly erotic, and I was able to feel my erection growing stronger, forcing more pre-cum into the long clear tube coming from the briefs, the reason for which I was still unsure of, but did not ask as I had become so enthralled in the process of living encasement and did not want to break the steady silence you were keeping.

You went over to one of the drawers and removed a hollow tube about six inches long and tube of KY, smearing the end of the tube with the jelly. You forced my plastic covered back down, and I murmured with delight as you slid the tube through the rear hole of my rubber briefs, spreading my sphincter wide and up about three inches into my arse, leaving the other three inches outside. We were approaching the end of the process now, and you took the groin cover and separated the two parts. I could see that the part that was to cover my buttocks had a small panel that can move, revealing a hole the same size as the tube already in its new home in my arse, and another much smaller hole, less than the width of a pencil. You placed the rear part firmly against my butt cheeks, and there was a first click, as the plastic of the mannequin snapped onto the plastic tube, then you fed the narrow tube coming from the my penis briefs through the other small hole. This was followed by more snaps and clicks as the front part of the groin part was joined onto the back part, so that I was now encased from toe to neck in the plastic body. My now rock hard cock and balls were pressed firmly against their plastic casing, unable to do anything but get more and more erect and excited in their captivity, encouraged by the sight of my almost inhuman image reflected in the mirror.

You told me to walk around the room to see if the fit was comfortable, so I tried to walk as I would normally, and was surprised and excited to find how confining and limited the suit was on my movements. I had to take tiny steps, each joint making a ratchety noise as I moved about, becoming used to the immobility and feeling of enclosure. I tried various movements, and discovered that I could move my arms in front of me or down to my sides where they rubbed and slid over my plastic encased thighs. I was also able to move slightly at the waist, but only forwards a few inches, not from side to side, and felt a surge and tremble of pleasure through my body.

At last the time had come to put the mannequin’s head on and complete my transformation, and you began your preparations; you took another two long tubes, these ones about a quarter of an inch in diameter, and told me that they have to go down my throat to allow aid breathing in case the nostril holes were too narrow once the plastic casing was placed over my head. I stood as you fed the two tubes deep down my throat, then brought the ends round to the back of my head. You picked up the back part of the head, and placed it against my skull, drawing the two tubes through two small holes before clicking the rear of the head onto the mannequin’s neck. Next you took the face of the mannequin, and brought it down over my own, snapping the two halves together in fusion. The mannequin’s nostrils were two rigid tubes that slid about an inch and a half up into my own, so even the closest inspection of any of my suit’s orifices would not betray the fact that I was entrapped inside. I felt the inside of the gag filled the part of my throat that was not occupied by my throat tubes, and found that the gag that makes the mannequin’s open orgasmic mouth forced my mouth open in a similar position; the only difference being that the plastic mannequin would never experience the feelings going on, hidden and unseen inside it’s shell.

My body was now completely encased in stiff plastic moulding. Through the pin hole eyes in the mannequin’s face, I saw you approach me and bring your hands up to the mouth area. You pressed a tiny button that caused the rubber gag inside my mouth to inflate even further, expanding into my whole oral cavity and forcing my tongue down, denying me speech. There must be minute, invisible holes set deep inside the mannequin suit’s plastic ear cavities, as I could hear you ask me if I wanted your cock inside me. Unable to reply in words, I merely nodded my head as much as the suit would allow and let myself be walked over to the bed; you helped me lie down and, straddling my cocooned body, took my head in your hands and proceeded to stick your tongue into my mouth cavity, licking the inside round and round and all over the rubber tongue, sending such a sensation to my cock that I thought it would explode inside it’s rubber sheath.

You bent me over into a doggy-style position, unzipped your suit’s opening at your cock and forced your dick into me through the tube in my plastic skin and up deep into my arse, rubbing and stimulating my colon, and all the time I was next to passing out from frustration at being unable to cry out from sheer delight. After you finished, you told me that play time is over and it was time to go home.

I had been just beginning to wonder what would happen once time would come when I would have to take off the suit and go back to my every day life, when you proceeded to tell me that I would be staying inside the suit forever and be yours forever, as you had decided that you could not live without having me inside my rigid plastic prison close by; and that I may have had a life or a lover before, but that was all in the past now. I was shocked for a few seconds as I realised I was to trapped inside this plastic case forever. I made a futile attempt to bring my hands to the openings of the suit, but my now useless hands merely slid clumsily and pathetically over the smooth plastic, unable to loosen the tiny snaps and catches with which you have secured me. I then tried to shout for help, but the rubber gag in my mouth and throat made sounds impossible. You then started turning the small screws at each joint, locking each limb, joint and body part into position so that I could now no longer move at all. You proceeded to tell me that no one would come here before we left the building anyway, as you hadn’t in fact been to our office. I realised the probable truth of this as I recalled that I had said my boss’s name, not you, my new owner. In desperation I tried to move, but it was no use – this plastic prison offered me no hope of escape, and my desperate and frustrated erection merely became harder at the thought of life spent inside this cocoon, permanently plastified into a lifeless object.

You then told me that the tubes in my mouth had nothing to do with air, as you knew yourself that I could breathe perfectly through my plastic nose. No, they were to supply my stomach with food and water, so there would never be any need to remove the mannequin’s head. And my body would be drained at the other end by the tube from the rubber penis briefs and my arse tube and hole in the plastic covering my butt cheeks, so there would never be any need to remove any part of the suit at all. You then took a vibrator from another drawer, opened the plastic covering and stuck it inside the tube, causing me to emit a faint moan of futile despair and delight as the vibrator worked its way up towards my colon, its new home, and shut the covering once again.

After watching you remove your rubber suit and get dressed in your other clothes, I felt myself being picked up and carried towards the door, then along the corridor and out of the building into the parking lot towards a van. While knowing it to be useless, I looked through my pin hole eyes for someone to help, but even if there was someone there, how would they know that I was stuck inside this mannequin, unable to move a fraction of an inch or even speak? You opened the doors and placed me in face down and helpless on the floor, so that you could open the covering on my ass. You switched on the vibrator, shut the covering, closed the doors of the van, got in the front and drove off to your home. I was completely oblivious of any direction or how long we drove, aware only of wave after wave of orgasm from the vibrator rocketing through my body, enhanced by the bouncing of the van on the road, sending more and more explosions of cum into my draining tube.

We then arrived at your (and my new) home, where I was carried inside and placed standing in the corner of your bedroom, and you left me like that overnight, the vibrator doing its work inside my helpless body, the physical and emotional frustration preventing me sleeping until morning, when you switched it off. I would have collapsed with exhaustion were it not for my cocoon holding me erect, and I fell asleep inside my rigid prison.

Since becoming your mannequin, my imprisoned body has been forced into various positions by locking my joints at different angles. There have been times I have been placed face-down flat on the floor, times I have been on all fours, and times when you have placed me on my back, my plastic legs up in the air and my arse hole open, all in order to let you enter me from different sexual positions. And of course my immobile body is unable to stop you, or even cry out, either in resistance or pleasure.

That was several months ago now, though exactly how long I am unable to say, as my notion of time has gone. You use me as your mannequin for designing new fetish clothes, but I myself will never know the pleasure of putting them on. I will never have the pleasure of putting anything on at all, trapped as I am in the hard plastic that has become my skin. I have come to accept my life encased in stiff plastic, fed through tubes and drained through others, unable to move unless you loosen the screws of my joints.

I am likewise unable to feel movement other than when your tongue licks my rubberised mouth or your cock enters through the small slot in my encased butt cheeks to spray your warm milky cum deep inside me, or when you go out and stick my vibrator inside my arse, leaving it switched on for hours at a time so that "I have something to occupy myself with" when you are away. The feelings drive me insane with physical passion, sending tremors throughout my body, my imprisoned muscles pressing hard against their rigid cover and helping keep a continual supply of cum flowing through the tube from my penis briefs, the only outward sign of any of this being my mouth, permanently forced open in a gasp of orgasmic pleasure…