The dark ride in the closed truck was uneventful. Arwin and Misty unloaded their ill-gotten cargo. The stone statues were set by the entrance to the statuary garden, and Eric was wheeled in on a dolly to the Display Prep Room. He wondered what that could mean.
Misty picked up an odd device. It looked kind of like a shop light with the reflector, but no bulb. Maybe it was more like a small satellite dish? Eric wasn't sure. She aimed it at his knees and he felt a sudden warmth swell within his waxen legs. Arwin bent Eric's knees. Then his shoulders and arms received the same treatment. When they were done, Eric was positioned on all fours with a dildo up his ass and one in his mouth and down his throat.
"You can remove those now, Arwin, the wax should be set. Then put him on display in the private exhibition wing," she said walking away.
Arwin carted Eric through the main exhibit to a door that was concealed by a drape at the far end of the Hall of Athletes. Arwin punched in a code and the door buzzed open. Eric balked as he saw his twice life sized photo cheering his winning touchdown against Graystown Griphons. From where Arwin positioned Eric on the low display table, the image of Eric jumping in his football uniform thrusting his bulging athletic cup toward the camera looked particularly lewd.
Misty reappeared.
"Now, Eric, if you haven't figured it out yet, you were a special order. Your buddies were just collateral damage. If their fate makes you feel any better, Mike and Sei were hired to get you into Spelstrom Manor so I could prepare you for this special interactive exhibit. The Griphons football team blames you personally for your school's victory over theirs," she half explained. Then she turned to Arwin, and instructed, "When the boys are through with it, be sure to clean out all the cum otherwise the boy might partially reanimate, and you may need to reapply a few coats of wax."
Eric was dumbfounded. What did she mean? Mike and Sei were in on it? The Griphons wanted their revenge on him? This was too weird. The lights went out. All Eric could do was stay in his new position in the dark and think. He dozed or maybe daydreamed. Nightmares haunted him.
Finally, the lights came on. He didn't know if it was day or night in the windowless exhibition room. The door opened, but he couldn't turn his head to see who entered, but there were a number of footsteps moving toward him.
"And here we have the Scourge of Graystown, Enemy Number One of the Gryphon's Star Football team, Eric!" announced Misty in her best barker's voice.
"Booyah!" exclaimed the Griphon's team captain Igor Stravinsky, "I'm going to sack you for good this time, E-Rik".
Eric recalled his heckling of Ee-Gor, and telling him he should be playing a violin and not playing with a pigskin. He felt sick in the pit of his wax filled stomach.
"Yeah, E-Rik, looks like you're finally going to get a special performance of me and my very special instrument," Igor said waggling his crotch in Eric's face. He turned to Misty, "You're sure he's still alive and conscious of everything? I - uh?"
"Oh, yes, my living wax figures are all totally conscious. Arwin, bring the oscilloscope. See I attach the electrodes to the subject's head, and voila you can see his brainwave pattern on the oscilloscope. He's still alive, just unable to move or speak. The ultimate sex toy. I'll leave you and your team mates some privacy. There's a jar of Viagra on the table over there next to a box of 1000 condoms. If any of you virile young men need it?" she laughs at here question and leads Arwin out of the exhibit hall.
Eric would be perspiring if he weren't wax.
"It's cold in here," muttered Lance Derwin, the Griphon's tight end.
"Well, then let's heat things up!" said Igor eagerly as he undid his blue jeans.
"Man, he's not going anywhere," an unseen Griphon said.
"No, but I'm going to splooge my jeans if I don't get some relief soon. Man, revenge against this dweeb makes me so hot!" exclaimed Igor disappearing behind Eric.
"Well, his mouth does look kind of inviting with his waxy tongue panting for cock," Lance observed, "I bet the wax will warm up my cock nicely."
"Hey, why should you be first, Lance?" a voice asked. No one questioned Igor's right.
"Because I've got my cock out already, and besides I hold the team record for most yards in a season," answered Lance, "Besides like you said, "He's not going anywhere." You'll get your turn to plug both holes before the night's over."
Someone else asked nervously, "Uh, does this count as gay sex? Or is it just masturbation with a sex doll?"
Eric's mind screamed.