"Chad, isn't it exciting, we get to be in a play. Both of us onstage together. Of course, no one will know it's you. I got the part because I told them I'd supply my own mannequin. But I had no idea how expensive they were, and you see the girl who stars in the play has to kiss me. So you see, I had to get a mannequin, and naturally, I thought of you," Ty rambled on. There was nothing Chad could do or say to stop him. Chad tuned Ty out. He had no interest in a girl named Susie, the director Todd, or anything else to do with the play. He wanted to move and speak, and to pound Ty into nothingness. He didn't want to be a prop in community theater, just to get Ty a kiss from some actress. He heard enough to know that Ty had only one scene, and was not the girl's love interest. Ty played the role of a shopkeeper, who reveals to Susie that her love interest isn't really in love with Beatrice, which makes Robert fair game. She is so happy, she kisses Ty, and rushes off to find Robert.
Drivel, thought Chad. You turned me into a mannequin for drivel. There's got to be a way to fight this. Maybe if I focus on a small body part. Wiggle my toes, my fingers, my nose? I couldn't wiggle my ears before this, so why am I trying to now. He was so flustered, and preoccupied, as Ty carried him under one arm that he didn't realize they had arrived at the Little Theater, until he heard another voice other than Ty's speak.
Ty had been carrying Chad sideways with both hands wrapped around the mannequin's waist. He set Chad down upright on his feet leaning against the wall of a brick building. They were in an alleyway. For Chad, the rubber suit now felt like his skin. He missed Ty's warm hands on his middle. He could feel the coarse bricks against his back.
"Yo, Ty. Nice mannequin. I'd expected a female one, but I guess a male mannequin will do?" said Robert, "Let me help you with that."
Robert Masters? He was the Quarterback five years ago, the last time Chad's school won the state championship before this year. Chad had watched videos of this guy's plays. He was bigger and more muscular than Chad, of course, he was 23 now at least.
Ty rambled, "Of course, it's male. I'm playing the part of a haberdasher who sells mens clothing. Susie comes in to buy a tie for her father, and I tell her how you were there for a suit fitting complaining about how everyone expected you to marry Beatrice."
"I know the play. I just thought it was a department store, not a mens store. So why do you have this mannequin again, anyway? I guess cause you own one, I thought it would be female, but different strokes for different folks."
"My late uncle owned a clothing store. He had several mannequins, I suppose I could have borrowed a female one, too," Ty lied.
"Oh, sorry, Ty. Just I mean you're a locker room attendant, and you said you had a mannequin. I just thought," Robert said apologetically shifting his grip on Chad.
Yikes! Robert's arm slid between Chad's plaster or plastic thighs to the elbow, and he crooked it crushing Chad's smooth silver bulge.
"It is a fine mannequin though, better than I expected. Thank your uncle for me."
"My uncle?"
"Yeah, he loaned you the doll right?"
"Uh, he's dead. My aunt had it in storage," Ty lied. He'd have to remember this. It would be easier if he really had had an aunt and uncle.
Robert carried the mannequin with one hand and nearly banged Chad's head on the door frame before he stepped back and tilted it under the lintel.
"Be careful! I promised my aunt, we wouldn't damage it," Ty exclaimed. If Robert broke the mannequin, and someone else with a mannequin got the part...Ty gritted his teeth.
Robert put Chad backstage, but he couldn't take his eyes off the mannequin for long. It was just too detailed. Robert had a thing for Silver Surfer in the comics when he was a kid. Not that he was gay, but he thought it would be cool to be silver, and surf through the stars naked. So free. When no one was looking he slipped back to inspect the mannequin more closely. He ran his hands all over Chad's rubber clad body. Chad was in ecstasy, oh, no one had ever felt him up this way before. If only he still had a cock and could cum, maybe he could? Maybe that would break the spell. Yes, Robert, just rub my crotch again, thought Chad, I'm almost there.
"What are you doing, Robert?" asked Susie.
"Huh? Oh, trying to figure out how this thing was made," Robert said, "The detail is amazing. Ty's uncle must've owned a real high end store. I've never seen a poseable mannequin without hinged joints before."
"Seriously, I'm sure it has hinged joints under the silver rubber coating. It's probably just a regular mannequin coated in shiny rubber."
"But where's the zipper?"
"It was sprayed on like paint, Robert?" Susie explained rolling her eyes. "Now come here and help me rehearse our lines."