Living Sex Shop Mannequin
If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know that from an early age I knew I was gay and that I had several kinks.
Well, shortly after turning 19 I was enrolled to attend university and needed money. I'd had a few odd jobs, but nothing sustainable.
Online I saw a help needed post. 12-18 hours/week, some evenings. The business was a small shop across town from where I lived that sold funny and sexy gifts, toys and even had a large selection of bondage gear. I knew that because I'd wandered around the shop a couple times myself.
The ad didn't include any specific information about the job, other than applicants had to be between 18-25 years old and fit. As I said, I was 19 so I had that part handled. I also considered myself fit. 5-11, 150 pounds, and a shaggy mop of blonde hair that made me look a little wild.
After classes ended on Friday, I hitched a ride to the shop to apply for the job. Hitched a ride wasn't really the case, as I knew a handful of guys in my neighborhood who always stopped if they spotted me walking along the road. Usually it came with a handful of cash if you know what I mean.
Anyway, today it was Jim who pulled to the curve when he saw me. After exchanging some pleasantries, he asked where I was headed. I knew Jim knew the place well, from my last encounter with him when he paid me to let him tie me up and try out some toys he bought at the place. Anyway, I eventually hopped into the passenger seat.
We chatted as Jim drove. I told him I was applying for a job. Jim liked the idea and said maybe I would get to try out some of the bondage gear. At hearing that, I instantly boned up. The idea of working a shop that often was full of perverted old men, who might creep on my Twink body as I handled the inventory made my insides quiver.
It didn't take long to get to the shop. At the counter was an older middle age guy who looked like he might be in charge. I strolled up and said, "excuse me sir, I'm here to apply for the job I saw online." With that, he eyed me up and down and introduced himself as Bob, the owner.
Bob started by asking how old I was. He asked me to show my ID to be sure I was 19. Then he asked if I'd be willing to model some of the gear he sells. Trying not to appear too eager, I softly responded "sure."
"How do you feel about customers touching you while you're working?" Bob asked. "Uh. Well. I suppose that would be ok" I responded. With that, a smile crossed Bob's face and he continued to explain that I would basically be a live mannequin, wearing a variety of gear and playing the part of a sub, slave, pup and so on. That's all I needed to hear and asked how soon I could start, to which Bob replied immediately if I was available.
"But I haven't got anything to change into," I mentioned. At the moment I was wearing a baggy t-shirt, ripped jeans and my old skate shoes. Bob responded that it didn't matter. He went on to say that on my first day he wanted me to wear a full body latex suit, harness and ball gag, and that for 3-4 hours he would suspend me from a rack mounted in the ceiling.
"Well no time like the present" I said, to which Bob replied "ok follow me."
Behind the counter was a store room. The walls were lined with boxes of inventory. One whole wall also had racks of outfits--latex suits of all colors, spandex costumes, hood and masks. That's where Bob led me. Eyeing me up again, he grabbed a shiny black suit from the rack and held it next to me. "This one should do" Bob said. He pointed me to what looked like a changing room in the corner, and as I started to walk toward it, he handed me a bottle and said it was lube and I should run it all over to make getting in the suit easier. Off I went.
The changing room was actually really nice. There was a chair, a place to hang the suit, and a place to store my street clothes. The room had a large mirror and what looked like a security camera mounted in the ceiling.
Once stripped, I rubbed the lube all over my hairless body and then wiggled into the suit, which fully covered me except for my head. Even oiled up, the suit was so tight it was difficult to get into.
The suit had three zippers--one from the neck to waist, one at my crotch and one in the back by my hole. After checking myself out in the mirror, I went back to the store room where Bob was waiting.
The first thing Bob did was to attach leather cuffs to each of my wrists and ankles. Next, he handed me a leather harness and helped me as I pulled it over my head and inserted my arms. Then Bob adjusted the buckles so that they fit snugly to my thin frame.
Pausing a moment, Bob ran his hands all over my latex covered body, admiring how well it fit. He asked me to raise my arms, and then ran his hands around my torso, noting how he could see my ribs and how hot I will look all trussed up in front of customers.
The last step was to pull a latex hood over my head. The mouth was open but there were no eye holes and once in place I was in complete darkness. A ball gag was then inserted in my mouth and I could feel Bob tighten the buckle behind my head. Once finished, Bob asked if I was ready, to which I could only mumble and nod my head.
I was a little nervous as Bob led me to the front of the store. Standing I could hear him fiddling with what I assumed was the apparatus in the ceiling. After a few moments, Bob told me to lay on the floor head down. As I did, he pulled my arms back and attached the cuffs to the rig. Next he attached my ankles. It was almost like a hogtie, with me laying on the floor and my feet and hands fixed behind me.
A little rattling of chains, and I felt my bound body being hoisted upwards. The strain on my arms and legs was significant but not unbearable. The further up I went, the more the rig tilted, leaving my body suspended at what felt like a 45 degree angle with my head at the highest point and my groin jutting out.
With the hood covering my ears and eyes I could barely make out sounds of people taking near where I was suspended. I was sweating inside the suit. And at that point, drool was pouring out of my mouth because of the gag. I was also hard as a rock, which I'm sure was visible despite the rubber suit.
For the next hour or so--not sure because I lost track of time--I just hung there. In my mind I was imaging what I must look like to customers. Strung up bound and gagged in a tight shiny latex suit, the only thing distinguishing me from a mannequin the drool dripping from my mouth.
After a while i could tell someone was lowering the rack with me still completely unable to move. Then I felt someone, who I assumed was the owner, Bob, fiddle with the rear zipper. Then I felt something cold, which I knew was lube, being rubbed around my hole. And then without warning I could feel something very large being pushed inside me. From previous experience, I knew it was a long rubbery dildo.
For several minutes the invader was pushing it in and out stretching my boy pussy as I cried and moaned through my gag, chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
Eventually I felt someone unzipping the crotch zipper and fishing out my already hard cock. Lube was applied and for several minutes moaned and writhed in agony as I was edged.
Before allowing me to cum, the the ball gag was unbuckled and removed from my mouth and the hood pulled off my head. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the light, and when I did I saw half a dozen men standing around me with their cocks hanging out, some blatantly stroking themselves as they looked upon my skinny, sweaty and encased form.
Bob then appeared in front of me and asked if I was ok. I nodded. Next he whispered in my ear asking if I was ok seeing this through, to which I also nodded.
What I learned later was that at first, I was suspended in the gear for customers to look at as they shopped. However after a couple hours, the shop closed and only paying guests were allowed to stay and watch as I was tormented and teased.
So there I was, still suspended with one guy continuing to edge my cock and another working my ass with that dildo. The suspension rig was then repositioned so that my head and ass were at the same level, about 3 feet off the ground.
A new gag was inserted and fastened behind my head. This one just kept my mouth wide open and made it easy for one of the dudes to insert his huge cock.
The final minutes of the experience were a blur as I was worked at both ends. Just as soon as I could feel cum fill my mouth, I erupted.
Panting, I just hung there as the guys moved around me snapping pictures of my exhausted and used body. The chains were lowered and the cuffs removed. Having hung in the same position for so long, my limbs were stiff and sore and it took a couple of the guys to help me walk to the changing room where I just passed out.
To be continued.