The doors opened, and Terry wheeled the immobilized Ken out into the basement. It was dark, lit by hanging lights that made little bright circles on the concrete floor. Ken could hear what sounded like speed metal blaring somewhere.
Terry wheeled him through the labyrinth of shelving, crates, boxes, and old mechanical equipment, the music growing louder as they approached wherever it was they were going. Eventually Terry wheeled into a "room," really just an area of the basement sectioned off with hanging vinyl sheets. The inside was brightly lit, the walls and floor covered in vinyl. A tape player in the corner was the source of the music. Free-standing shelves overflowed with mannequin pieces, arms and feet and torsos everywhere. Ken wondered if that was going to happen to him, too.
"Johnny!" Terry shouted to someone out of Ken's visual range. Apparently the person wasn't responding, as Terry bellowed again, "JOHNNY!"
The music stopped, and Ken heard a new voice. "Oh, hey, sorry, Terry...I was pissin'..." Another guy stepped into view, this one a younger, slender man wearing only a pair of baggy shorts. His hair was a dirty blond mess, he wore a scraggly goatee, and was spattered in drips of something that looked like paint. Ken pegged him as an artist right off the bat.
"Whoah, fresh meat!" Johnny exclaimed, noticing Ken.
"Yeah, 'nother one for ya," Terry set Ken upright and pulled the hand truck out from under him, leaving him standing on his own.
Johnny walked all around Ken, running his hands and eyes over Ken's plasticized body. "This one will be perfect," Johnny smiled. "I know just what I'm gonna do with it. Just gonna have to get it cleaned off, first."
"Yeah, you have fun." Terry walked off somewhere, leaving Ken alone with Johnny, who grabbed a small belt sander off a workbench.
Johnny flipped it on, and held it to Ken's chest, making his whole body vibrate a little bit. Johnny slowly ran it over Ken's body, stripping off the outer layer of plastic and sending pink dust into the air behind it. As Johnny moved it up to Ken's head, his stiff "hair" broke off under the sander as well.
Once finished, Johnny stood back again for a moment to take a look. Ken was now nice, shiny, and perfectly smooth - not that he could see it or anything. "Looks like it musta taken you by surprise, buddy," Johnny said, running a finger around Ken's pursed plastic lips. "Look awful surprised, there..." Johnny got a faraway look in his eyes, and Ken felt suddenly nervous. "You know...hmmm..."
Johnny lay Ken on the floor on his back. He stood over his new toy and dropped his pants, revealing a very nicely hardening cock. "That mouth is just about right..."
Oh, no, Ken thought. I sure hope he's not thinking what I think he's...shit. Johnny straddled Ken's head, positioning his crotch over Ken's chin, and pushed his now fully-erect dick down toward Ken's mouth. He moved up a bit to aim his way in, and pushed down every so slowly.
All Ken could feel was the pressure of Johnny's taut cockhead passing by his lips and on in. "Yeah..." Johnny smiled, looking down at him. "Bet you can feel this...yeah." Ken felt the artists' nutsac settle down on his chin. His cock had shoved its way into his throat, as hard and plastic as the rest of him, and Ken could feel the pressure. Johnny pulled out, and in, his thrusts speeding up.
"Lube...lube...lube..." Johnny pulled out a moment and looked around, eventually finding a tube of lube. He slicked up his cock and got back to mouth-fucking poor Ken, who by this point had just about given up. What could he do to stop it? Not that he really wanted to just now...Johnny was pretty hot, really, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't have minded sucking his cum down one bit. As it was, he didn't have any real way to resist.