Living Sex Shop Mannequin, Part 2
I reported to work the next day as Bob instructed. The first thing I noticed when I walked through the front door was what looked like a vac bed standing in the middle of the shop. The next thing I saw was Bob motioning me over to the counter.
As I walked over to talk to Bob, I couldn't help but notice a few customers watching me. I felt like they were perving on me even though I wasn't in any gear. When I got to the counter, Bob explained that today he needed me to be sealed inside the vac bed to demonstrate how it worked. He said I'd be able to breathe through a small hose that would be fitted between my lips, but otherwise would be completely immobilized.
I knew what vac beds were because I'd watched dozens of videos online. I'd always wondered what it would feel like being completely encased, unable to move while some dom teased me and edged me. I always got boned watching videos of skinny twinks like me where you could see every curve of their body and ribs as they writhed in the confines of the bed. And now I was going to get a chance to experience it myself!
Once I stripped naked, Bob and one of the customers helped strap me into the bed. But as I said before, this one was positioned vertically rather than flat on the floor.
My wrists and ankles were cuffed to the frame and then a second frame of stretched latex was connected to the first, leaving me sandwiched. Bob then maneuvered a small tube into my mouth and then through the top layer. A couple clamps were adjusted and then I heard the hum of a vacuum. Slowly both sides of the vac bed began compressing, tightening around me.
In just a matter of seconds I was completely sealed in and unable to move. Living out what had been a fantasy for so long, I popped a huge boner that was straining at the confines. I could hear Bob talking although it was a bit muffled. He was asking if I was ok, to which all I could do was mmmph and wiggle a little.
The way this bed was set up, I was in a vertical position. The frame was touching the floor, but my lithe body was suspended slightly. One of the first things they went through my head was what I must look like.
Thinking about the hot twinks in videos I'd seen, I imagined what my own ass and cock looked like encased in rubber. And with my arms and legs spread, I must have looked incredibly vulnerable and submissive.
My mind couldn't wander for long, because I could feel hands touching me all over. There were hands caressing and slapping my latex bound butt. There were hands rubbing my cock. And there are hands touching my face and neck.
Every now and then, someone would cover the end of the breathing tube, causing me to buck and grunt as I struggled for air.
This went on for at least a couple hours. The longer I was trapped inside the vac bed the hotter I got. I could feel perspiration building up. I was also horny as hell. The way my cock rubbed against the tight confines, coupled with the occasional hand stroking me through the latex, kept me on edge the whole time.
Then a couple hours in, someone approached me and started to gently trace my latex encased body. When they got to my head the breathing tube was once again closed causing me to struggle. At the same time whoever was torturing me started rubbing my cock.
It didn't take long before I exploded. While still desperately trying to get air, my rock hard cock pulsated like it had never done before. Just as I felt the warmth of the semen filling the space around my cock, I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, I was naked and laying on the shop floor. I'd been pulled from the vac bed and my skinny and smooth body was wet from all the sweating. Looking up, I saw half a dozen customers just watching me as my head cleared.
Eventually, Bob helped me to my feet. Then two of the customers helped walk me back to the changing room where I was able to get dressed.
Looking at myself in the mirror I saw that my mop of blonde hair was sweaty and stuck to my head. I also felt something in the pocket of my jeans. It was a note from an anonymous customer saying he would pay me well if I wanted to be his sex toy for the evening. The note had his address and 7pm scribbled at the bottom.