Before Dean could touch his penis, something from behind reached around and took hold of it. The sudden hand made him gasp. He looked down to see it was a wax hand connected to a wax arm. It was then that he felt a presence behind him. Arching his next back he saw a faceless wax mannequin. The mannequin and a nice muscular psychic and like most mannequins was nude with a smooth, flat groin. He tried to move, but the warm hand on his cock seemed to paralyze his legs. They were stiff as stone and he couldn't move them.
"What the hell?"
Then, the wax man started pumping, moving his hand up and down Dean's shaft. Dean struggled, trying to get the thing's hand off him. He grew hard under the warm hand. A numb feeling started to spread from his groin and travel upwards. It snaked up his torso, creeped up his chest, and down his arms. The mannequin pumped slowly and then faster as Dean's body grew numb.
"That's going on?" Dean asked as he tried to fight. His numb body struggled fruitlessly. His cock grew harder and longer. It went from a limp five inch to a hard ten inch.
"Stop it..." Dean moaned. He knew this shouldn't be happening. He didn't want it. However, the strange feelings running up and down his body started to cloud his better judgment. "Don't stop it..." he moaned. His mouth kept begging while his mind screamed to fight back.
"So good...don't stop..."
In his mind, he screamed to fight, to break free before it was too late. He heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and opened his eyes to see his clothing in a pile. He was standing naked, his muscular body being groped and caressed by a living wax mannequin. It pumped faster, and faster, bright Dean closer and closer to climax.
It seemed like hours. "Please...." he begged verbally and mentally. He felt both warm hands on his penis and they gave one final thrust. He exploded with a loud, satisfying gasp. He came into the mannequin's hands, his body going limp against it's body. He felt and odd feeling down below and watched as his cum seemed to be sucked into the wax man's hands. The mannequin's whole waxy body seemed to ripple and melt. It's body grew hotter and Dean looked down to see the hands melt onto his groin.
"Oh shit!" he gasped. He mannequin had used his sperm to activate some type of chemical reaction and now it was merging with Dean's nude form. He struggled as the wax melted on top of him, wrapping him in a warm prison.
"Help! Somebody help!" he screamed as he watched the wax melt onto his groin and legs, wrapping around them and sealing them in a wax prison. He fought desperately. He heard the sound of foot steps and prayed they'd make it in time.