The New Job

Author: eckie
Title: The New Job
Date: 11 June 2005

I just moved here into this city. I have been living in a small village all the years and decided I need to get out there, experience the big city and more over hoping to find more freedom to live out my kinks, something hardly possible in that small town I used to be, no one there seemed to dare living his kink desires, and of course being gay was somewhat of an unspoken matter there. Also when I came out to my friends and family there was a big break in the relations I had with all of them, no one seemed to be able to tolerate my being gay and my fetish for certain kinks. So I decided to leave and start fresh somewhere else.

I found a small room for rent on a weekly basis, cheap enough to be able to afford it for the beginning, once I would have found a job I certainly wanted to go for my own place, but for now it was sufficient, a place to sleep was all needed right now. First on my to-do list was finding an income, for the start I would take whatever is on offer, I could look for something to my likings later, but right now anything will do as long as it pays my bills. I sat in the cafe down at the corner from where I was staying and was reading the ads in the local newspaper, marking any job offer I found suitable for me.

There weren't too many, but I circled a few and after finishing my coffee I went back to my room and started calling those. The first few were already taken, I guess you have to be up early and call right in the morning for them; I am for sure not the only one searching.... But for two of them I got an appointment to meet. One was a job as waiter in a cafe in the center for 2 months, scheduled for the next Monday morning at 10, I have done that before so would not have troubles and it would give me time to search further in those two months. The other was for an all around job in a waxworks museum. Probably not well paid, but also I thought it would give me time to search for something else in the meantime. The guy on the phone said I could come around this afternoon already to have an interview.

I got ready to go there and looked it up on the map, easy to get there with the bus. I arrived 5 minutes before scheduled time. It was a small entrance, didn't seem a big thing, but I didn't really care as long as it would pay for my staying here for the time being. I went inside and was surprised that it seemed pretty large inside, one would not imagine when standing in front of that building. I asked for the manager, telling the guy at the entrance that I had an appointment for t he advertised job. He made a phone call and then pointed me towards a door at the back of the entrance hall. I went there and knocked on the door, I was called inside. Behind a desk was a man, approximately in his mid 40's, he greeted me and offered me to sit.

We talked about what I did before, what I seek, how I came here and other common things, I told him I just moved and looked for just anything for the start to cover my living. He then told me what the job would be about. The museum needs cleaning, the storage needs maintenance, errands have to be run, administrative tasks are to be done, nothing special, just an all around job, so also no specific qualifications needed and easy to start with. The payment was not special either, then again it was appropriated to that sort of job and it would sure keep me ok for the time being until I might find a better job to my likings. He said then if I wanted could start right the next day already and since he understood my situation, there would be a small room and board offered for a very small fee taken off the salary, the offer sure was ok, since it was half of what I had to pay for my current room, so it would leave me more money for myself. I was glad to have found that so quickly and agreed and with a handshake we settled it.

He told me he would show me the room right away and if I wanted I could move my stuff in then already. We went out of his office and through another door in the hall which was marked "restricted". It was leading downstairs into a basement; there were several other doors, one of them again marked "private". We went in there and it was some sort of workroom, lots of equipment and tools, tables, benches, he told me that this was the place to work on the various exhibits upstairs when they needed work done, or when new exhibits arrived to prepare them for the showrooms. At the opposite site another door, we went inside and it was a small room, maybe three by 3 meters, quite spartanic equipped with a bed, a small table and one chair, one small cupboard and a few shelves on the wall. Some small windows on the top of one wall letting the light form the outside in. He said it is not big and nothing special, but it would suffice the needs. I didn’t have much with me anyway except a few bags of clothing and thought it is cheap and it is all I need for the moment, so told him that it is fine and I would get my stuff then right away.

He gave me a set of keys, telling me which doors they lock, then showed me the backdoor of the museum so that I could get in from there. I told him I’d be back in an hour and left. I went back to my room, packed the few things I had there - I had not unpacked all bags yet anyway, went to the landlord and told him that I would not be back, left my keys there and went back to the museum.

Back there I entered from the backdoor and went down to the basement again, in my room then unpacking the bags I brought, since I would probably be here a few weeks. A knock on the door and the manager joined me while unpacking. He told me to call him Tom and he would give me a small tour after I was unpacked. I said I can finish later so we can just do it right now, I was curious to see the rest of the museum anyway. We went back upstairs and he toured me around the museum, I haven't been to a waxworks museum before but it was basically how I imagined it, lots of celebrities displayed, famous history scenes rebuilt and displayed and actually still several visitors there. He showed and explained the various rooms, most theme based or based on a certain timeframe, also told me what I would have to do in future in terms of maintaining it, what to clean, what to look at and what to take care of. Pretty basic stuff, so I would not really be challenged, so easy to do. I would also occasionally help with preparing new exhibits he told me. When getting back in the basement he told me that there also was the "special section", not for the common public, but for special interests. I was wondering what he meant and when asking he told me I would see. We went into the first of the other doors down there and I was pretty surprised what I saw.

It was a dungeon like equipped large room. All sorts of medieval torture equipment inside, and exhibit figures places in them to display each in a sort of 'used' state. There were a few different cages, small and large ones, figures sitting or standing inside with very realistic expressions on body and face. Frightened expressions, bored expressions, painful expressions, just as it might have been in medieval times. Also seen was a stretching bench with a figure on it painfully stretched out, some other benches with figures bent over them, two figures suspended by their hands hanging from the ceiling, two others standing at a wall with hands and feet chained to that wall. Tom looked at me and saw my surprised face, he asked if I was shocked about it, but I told him that it was just surprise, not shock that was in my face, but I sure admired the work and liked it. He told me that there are small groups or individuals that come here on appointment usually, so not the common visitor. The rooms in the basement would only be for such special visitors. We then went on into the second room and he warned me that it is a bit different than the first one.

He was sure right, this second room was a bit bigger and has again lots of figures in various positions placed into torture equipments, but this was not medieval, but pretty current. All of the displays were again dungeon like, but based on BDSM practices. Again cages with figures inside, suspended figures in restraints, harnesses, hooded figures, gagged figures, straitjacketed, sacked, some naked, some in leather or rubber, you could see scenes of figures being tortured with all sorts of tools, scenes where tied figures are being fucked in ass or mouth or both, I could see scenes of electro tortures, a figure spread-eagled standing in the room, hands to the ceiling on chains, his tiptoes only touching the ground, and a pole from the floor going up to his ass, showing a big plug in his ass where his body was resting on, I saw nipples clamped, I saw bodies with full encasement and only tubes showing out, plenty different scenes as they sure are played in real life a lot too. The room was almost double the size of the previous, but still lots space in it free. Tom told me that this room is still in the making, there would be still more items to add to it. I was sure surprised but also got aroused by the looks of all those scenes. Tom must have noticed since he started laughing after having noticed my hard on.

I see you like that obviously, he said, and I could only smile, not really having an answer to that, but at the end told him that it is too obvious to deny it. I told him that he really has done s great job here with all the scenes, since they looked so real. I had a closer look to that spread-eagled figure in the middle of the room and it looked completely real, just that the skin was shiny and seemed to be some sort of plastic covering instead of wax. He told me that these figures are special prepared, not the usual wax as used on the displays upstairs, but a pretty stabile hard coverage that will last better every strain that might be put on it in the various scenarios. I looked around and was really fascinated about each an every display, if the lights were turned down a little I was sure one could think each of those would be real persons and not figures.

We went back to the workroom that leads to my room and he showed me a few items in there, tools used for the work, explained what and how the one or other is used and what I would have to do in that room also. Then he told me that he would have some work this evening to do here and since it would be a bit noisy he asked if I would mind to be out for the evening so that I would not be disturbed by it. I anyway wanted to go for a drink so agreed.

He left then and I went to the room, though a bit about the work and the special rooms I have seen, I was fascinated about those two rooms and curious to see in future some of the special guests visiting... who knows maybe I could make out the one or other horny guy with them for a play, I was looking forward to that ... I then got ready to go out for dinner. After dinner I went to a local bar for some drinks and checking out the locals. I was still thinking about those two rooms a lot, so probably showed a semi hard on most of the evening, that's why I attracted probably several people who tried coming on to me, but I somehow was this evening not so interested to get a quick shag.

When I returned back it was already after midnight, but since I started the next day my new job, I wanted to be back not too late. When I entered the basement I found the door to the workroom locked, but could hear someone inside, so I knocked. I heard tom say that he's be there in a minute and could hear several noises, but after two minutes he unlocked and opened. He was sweating a bit and told me he just finished a new exhibit and was sorry that I could not come in before. He showed me inside and pointed to the workbench where I could see the new item. Another figure on it in a sitting position, naked with a black hood on the head with only a small tube coming out of the mouth. Knees up at the chest, ankles at the thighs, a bar under the knees, hands under the bar in shackles tied in front of the legs. The ankles tied with rope together. The figures live like dick and balls tightly tied and stretched towards the rope around the ankles. A fabulous display, and I remember having been in similar position tied by a top once in the past, so my semi hard on just went straight to full hard. Tome noticed and laughed. He said that he guesses I would sure enjoy that myself too, and maybe next time he has a new exhibit to prepare he would have me assist him, that if I thought I would enjoy that. I told him I sure would do. Tom asked me then if I could assist him to carry the new exhibit into the showroom. We lifted the display up and I was surprised how heavy it actually was, I could also now fees the coverage, it felt like hard plastic all over the displayed body and it was still warm, so he must have finished it just before. We carried it over to the large room and positioned it in one of the corners that was still empty. Tom told me that another 5 or 6 exhibits would be needed to finish that room off and once it is done he would think of a new setup for a third special room. I was curious what that would be like, and maybe during my time here I would see it or even help with it, this job turned out to be more interesting that I thought at first.

We had a look at the room with the new display in it again and Tom seemed satisfied and we left. Tom wished me a good night and told me I could clean the workroom the next day as first task of my new job then. I went into my room and went to bed, the alarm clock set to 9, since tom told me I should start at 10.

I had a short night since I was much too excited all night thinking about all those displays and had to jerk off at least 5 times during that night, but managed to get some sleep in-between. I was woken up when someone knocked at the door, it was Tom with some coffee for me, he told me that I could get some have breakfast upstairs with him if I’d like, since there was no kitchen in the room and I should not have to go out for buying breakfast. He also told me where the bathroom is and that I could then just start working, and if there were any questions I could just come to his office asking. The museum opens at 14.00 afternoons so I should be done with the showrooms by then. Last he told me where to find the needed cleaning supplies and then he left.

I finished my coffee and went to the bathroom, and after getting dressed looked up the cleaning supplies and started the tour through the showrooms. As said before it was not anything challenging to do, so I finished after some time and went back to tom's office, telling him i'd be finished. He said its ok and gave me some administrative tasks to do, just basic paperwork, sorting stuff and so on, again nothing really challenging. During that we talked as well a bit, and I told him why I came her, hwy I left the little town I lived before, and he said he can sure understand, he had met many guys like me with the same troubles, and several of them had been doing my job before as well.. I asked him about those other guys and he said that once they had found a job they would do for good they could no longer continue this job. He also said that it is ok, he was sure I would not be doing this job too long, but since it is such simple job it does not need any learning periods, and replacements are easy to find. I told him I actually liked what I saw so far, so I might stick around a bit longer, but he laughed and said that he thinks I won't be doing it very long. I replied that I plan to stay around for a while, and he just answered that of course I would.

The following days went just like the first one, pretty basic work, and I got quickly into a routine so that I was not really very busy most days, a really quiet job. When weekend cam again, tom told he would be working on another new acquisition Friday night, so I should not be surprised about it. I anyway planned to go for a drink so did not worry. I was out till around midnight again and decided to get back home again because ... one back draw of this job was that there are no real weekends, that museum is open also then, so needs work being done also during weekend. But opening in the afternoon leaves enough time to sleep in the morning, so it was ok. I expected Tom to be in the workroom at my return, but he wasn't there, in fact it looked as if no work had been done in there during evening, either he cleaned it all himself or he didn't do anything. I was curious though so had look into both of the display rooms if I could see the new item there, but nothing changed in there except I saw a new chair standing in the room, but without any displayed figure on it. It looked horny though and I could not help but having a closer look at it. A pretty straight chair but lots of additional items on the floor next to it and lots of possibilities to strap someone tightly into it.

I did not worry any further and wanted to go to bed, when I heard tom suddenly behind me. He said it wasn't finished yet, since he still waited for his display unit to arrive. I told him that I could sure help him next day if it would arrive, so he would be finished in time for the opening, if the display arrived early enough. He said he will sure make use of me to finish that display and had a big grin on his face while saying that. I was looking forward to seeing how he makes all that fascinating stuff. He asked if I’d like to have another beer before bedtime with him and I agreed. We went over to the workroom where he picked two cans of beer out of a small fridge and sat on the workbench, offering me a seat next to him and holding the can towards me. We cheered to each other and I had a big sip out of the can.

Tom started talking, saying that he was glad I was finally back and could help him finishing the new display, I answered that I will be happy to assist tomorrow and when he expected the delivery then, and he just smirked and said that the display has arrived already. I looked around and did not see anything so looked questioning at him, but he replied immediately that it was me - I would be the new display. I did not understand what he meant so he explained that in order to have it ready tomorrow he would need my help, since the new item would not arrive in time he asked if I was willing to pose for tomorrow’s day there instead, since he was expecting a large visitors group during day for especially the new item. All I would have to do was to get prepared there and not move while any visitors were present. He would help with the moving-part, making sure I would not by accident move around. One thing he mentioned though, I would have to get my hair shaved down, but it would sure grow back anyway. I told him I sure will do it and probably enjoy it as well, as far as I could judge by the chair that was over in the other room. He asked if I would mind starting with it right now already since it was a longer process to get me ready and he expected that group pretty early in the morning and I would be comfortable enough to rest over there for the night then anyway.

At first I thought I rather sleep now, but then again wanted to make a good impression to him again and agreed to it. He told me to get undressed and then we could start getting me ready. I went to my room and stripped down to the briefs and came back. He told me to take those briefs off too and then have a shower in the corner, a small tiles area was there with several bars from bottom to ceiling, all of them small holes in it. Once I stood there he turned on a sort of compressor and a clear fluid sprayed out of all the bars around me. It was warm so I enjoyed the shower. He gave me some fluid soap then to wash myself everywhere while under it. When I was finished he gave me a towel and had another one himself helping me to towel off, and to my surprise all my hair on my body was gone, even my head hair went completely. Tom smiled and told me it is better without hair because he wanted to have me wearing rubber, I did not worry anyway, since I agreed already to it.

Tom then called me to sit on the workbench and pulled out some rubber out of a cupboard at the wall. He then first gave me a rubber cockring to put on, pretty small I thought but he said it is to keep my dick hard during the time there. I put it on with some problems since I was semi hard already but managed. Then he took some lube and together with me lubed my entire body head to toe heavily. Then he took the rubber and held it to me, it was a once piece suit, hood, gloves and feet attached and looked pretty small too. Tom said it would not be a problem; it would stretch to my body perfectly. The only opening was a slit on the back of the suit which tom pulled open and helped me get my feet inside the sleeves. All down to the feet, pulling the suit up to the hips and then smoothing any still existing wrinkles at the legs. Also he inserted my now rock hard dick into a sheet for it and the balls had their own separate space in there. he pulled the suit further up over the chest and helped me then get my arms into the sleeves as well which was not that easy with the tight opening of the suit, but again we managed to have my hands down the gloves and everything smoothed out proper. the bigger part was to get the rest in the suit, my head bowed forward and tom pulling tight on the suit to get it over my head and pulling it down proper so that the nose and mouth were proper in place, to my surprise there were only small pinholes in the eyes and an inside gag was in the hood which did not allow me to breathe, instead I had to breathe through the nose. Tom went on my back and smoothed the still visible opening proper so that it all looked almost completely closed. He took another stripe of rubber and with some adhesive attached it over that slit and sealed it completely. Head to toe now I was in one piece of rubber with no visible opening in it.

Tom stepped in front of me and asked if I was alright, being gagged I could not reply but just pointed at my dick and nodded, telling him that it was sure obvious I was fine ... he told me then that for the preparation a plug and catheter would be needed too, since I would not be able to use the bathroom during my time sitting there and he showed me some plastic shell of a plug, inside actually empty, and the size looked alright, so I nodded again, he bent me over and I could feel him press the plug to my ass, it seemed the suit had an opening there I had not noticed before. The beer I had during the evening sure helped relaxing enough to get the plug inside and once it was settled I stood up straight again. feeling a bit strange but I would get used to it, it was not the first time a plug was up my ass ... then tom showed me another plastic device, shaped like a dick with a plastic pipe inside, hard plastic at the top and a long soft tube further down. I nodded, knowing it was to be inserted into my dick as catheter, the plastic shell then covering my hard dick’s entire shaft. Tom applied some fluid through the tip of the rubber covering my dick; there was obviously a small hole as well. It was some sedative to ease the insertion of the device. I indeed did not feel too much of him inserting it, but could not watch it proper through the pin eyes of the hood anyway. Tome showed me another plastic part then, looking like a shell to cover my balls now too and it seemed to fit perfectly on the tube over my dick, enclosing my dick and balls now perfectly after it snapped shut.

Tom now told me that he would give me another cover over the rubber to keep it perfectly shiny on a permanent basis so I should walk over to the shower again. Standing inside tom told me not to move while in there and started his compressor again and I was sprayed all over with some clear fluids again. He left me there for at least 10 minutes continuously sprayed, I was sure I would shine like a star by now, but could not see myself of course. When the spraying finished tom came to me and said I should walk carefully following him into the other room, and I should not worry that the shine he gave me would temporary feel a bit sticky. I followed him into the other room and we went right to that chair I had seen before.

He cleared all straps out of the way and told me to sit in it. I could see some sort of a connecting socked in the middle of the seat and tom told me the plug was supposed to fit exactly on it. he helped me to sit down to manage having the plug indeed matching that socket and I thought I even made out a slight clicking when the plug snapped on to that socket. Tom told me to place my arms on the sides of the chair and lean back straight. Then he started using the straps on the top to fix my upper body to the back of the chair. One strap each from top left to mid right and the opposite. Next he strapped the upper arms to the back of the chair and followed by the elbows to the sides. By now I would have been secured enough not to get up anymore, but I knew there was more around that chair still to come.

Another strap followed just around my waist, one each upper leg and having my legs slightly spread one above the knee of each leg. On the bottom of the chair was a flat panel with two silhouettes of feet carved a few millimeters in, and tom places each of my foot inside, making sure the heel bone touched the back where it was slightly higher, then used straps again to secure each foot in that position there. Another strap just below the knee of each leg made it complete. Next I could see tom take a small wooden device that I could not recognize and started working between my legs, I could feel him putting it underneath my dick and balls and the plastic cover I was locked in snapped perfectly into the fitting of that piece and was now locked in place as well. Next tom took another panel which fitted perfectly in front of me, forming sort of a small table that also locked my body further since it touched my stomach too. Once that panel was in place he screwed id on the sides of the table. Then he took two large sorts of gloves, made of hard leather, unbendable and put them on each of my hands, flat fingers and once inside I could sure no longer use my hands. But more than that, those gloves after being locked to my wrists were then placed on that table like panel in front of me and each glove separately was screwed on to that panel with at least a dozen screws each. So far from the feet up to the neck I was immobile now.

Tom now disappeared behind the chair for some time, I did not know what he was doing, but after some minutes appeared back in front of me again. In the seat in front of my dick was a tube which he now connected to the hole in the coverage over my dick, then he pulled out another three tubes one each from both sides next to my head and one from almost behind my head, just next to where it rests on the back of the chair. He told me to hold still while he fixed those tubes and it would not hurt for sure. He then inserted the two from the sides into each nose hole of the hood, I could still breathe fine, so did not panic. Then he fixed the larger tube on to the gag which must have had a hole in it as well. He pushed it inside until I could feel it on my tongue. Tom now put my head back towards the back of the chair and added another strap over my forehead, one more over my gag just below the tube.

Next tom took another panel which had a small spare cut into it and he fixed it to the sides of the chair just below my chin, making sure my chin rests tight in side that spare, so I would not move my head either anymore, I thought that mow I understood what he meant with helping me not to move during display. I hardly could move anything already, though if I struggled sure people would notice it is not a figure but a human sitting here. Tom had a pretty big smile on his face when he said that his new display is ready now and the guests will sure love it. I would have told him I like to see it but I guess he knew that because he brought a large mirror in front of me, and even though I had only small pin eyes I still could make out that picture. A horny hard dicked shiny black rubber figure strapped and tied tightly immobile into that chair, I sure would have gotten hard if I weren't already. Definitely a great image, I should ask tom in future more often to make a display like that for him.

Tom asked me then if I was alright and explained a bit about the mechanism, the tubes and connections made will make sure I get what I need - fluids to drink, since I wont be able to get any myself, but as well draining any waste coming out of my body during my stay there, I would not have any reason to get out of the chair quickly for any reason. He also told me that the first visitors group will be here early, so he'd leave me now and get some sleep as well. He turned out the lights and left, I could hear him locking the door - not that any model or myself would have been able to get anywhere out here and I doubt burglars would come in trying to steel any either.

Even though it was not uncomfortable sitting here all packed, still the lack of ability to move at all made it difficult to get sleep, yet I sure dozed away a few times, there was nothing else to do anyway for me. I woke up from hearing the door lock again and immediately saw Tom leading a group of 5 guys into the room, all dressed casual, just the usual tourist, and from what I could hear I guessed it was Americans. They looked around astonished, gave comments to several of the displays including myself. I tried not to breathe or make any move while they were close to me and it seems no one noticed the real person inside this particular display. 20 minutes later they left again, but the door remained open, so I guessed there were more to come. Indeed throughout the day there were various smaller groups of guys coming and going, all the same impressed reactions about the displays, how real they looked, how well they were placed, formed, displayed and of course about the scenes displayed by each of them, comments about what the one or other would or will tryout themselves back home, also the occasional jealous comment about wanting to be treated just the same in real as seen in the various displays. One boy in particular was standing right in front of me with tom late afternoon, talking about how great he finds that chair and the victim displayed sitting there, talking about a wish to be treated just like that himself, tom laughed at him and told him there would sure be someone able to fulfill his wish some day and I could hear them continue to talk when they left the room again.

The day passed and for several hours it was quiet, no visitors anymore and I wondered when tom will come back for my release. Instead at some point I could hear noises from the workroom, not loud, but people talking for a little while and then silence again. I waited another 2 hours sitting in my prison chair before the lights turned on and tom entered the room again. He looked a bit exhausted. He started undoing all tubes and straps on me right away and slowly I was able to move again until he helped me out of the chair standing up, a slight resistance though when getting up for the plug that needed to get off it’s previously snapped in counterpart on the chair. My body was stiff and aching slightly, nothing that really would be a problem though, but I sure would feel better getting that plug out of my ass I thought. Tome then asked me how I felt and I could just nod - still gagged - that I was ok. He did not make any attempts to get the gag off or any of the rubber, instead he asked me if I would mind helping him with the replacement, the display had finally arrived and was ready to be placed in the chair. I would maybe have preferred being out of the rubber and able to see proper without hood, but decided to nod and followed him into the workroom.

There on the bench was another rubbered figure just like me, in sitting position already, finished to be carried over to the chair. I helped Tom carrying that new display into the showroom and performing the same procedure he did the night before on me, strapping the body into the chair, connecting tubes, until it seemed that the display had not changed at all form a real human to a doll, as if I would still be sitting in there myself. I could now fully admire that display, see how the previous visitors have seen me sitting there, and if my dick would have been allowed to get hard, it sure would stand out like a one. Tome smiled at the look of that new item too and when we left the showroom he told me he would like to make a proposal to me. We went into the workroom again and he took two beers out of the fridge. I stood next to the bench and waited for him to get my hood and gag off; instead mike opened both cans of beer and then lifted my head to fill some of the beer into the tube in my mouth. Strange feeling and weird situation I thought, but yet I still enjoyed it a lot. He then told me to sit, but I shook my head pointing at my ass, the plug in there was not too comfy at the moment to sit down. Tom laughed and said that it is ok; I could stand just as well for now.

Tome started talking. He enjoyed my helping out and acting as display and wondered if I would like to continue that on a pretty regular basis, at least as long as I would be working here for him. And if I would agree he would have another proposal. Since I enjoyed it just as much I sure did not have to think about that and nodded right away, indicating that I sure would do that. Tom smiled and continued. If I would agree, I could remain in my current outfit for the time being, and each time he would need a new display, I could just be placed in the showroom without further preparations. Of course I would not be able to do my regular tasks during day when visitors were in the museum, but I could easily do the maintenance and cleaning after closing time, it was not so much work anyway, and the acting as display would make my stay with him a lot more valuable, he would even increase my salary for as long as I would do that. I thought that his sure is a great offer, doing less work and getting plenty great bondage in rubber, and for that getting paid more ... what more can one want, I guess I could do that job for quite some time....
Tome asked if that would be something I could see myself doing for a while, and I could again only nod to him, such an offer is hard to refuse.

Since I still haven't made much new friends here it would not be much of a problem either to stay in at nights, since in that outfit walking in public might not be that easy, maybe at some fetish events or similar, but sure not during usual daytime. And during some nights, after the work is done, maybe some cover-up of the rubber and a cap deep in the face, I could still walk the short distance to the local leather bar where that outfit would not be any trouble either. It sounded great to me, so I was looking forward to the coming time. Tom kept smiling and told me that I could do some cleaning now and later he could have me in the showroom for the next day again. I nodded and left the workroom to go through the showrooms cleaning up whatever there was. I still had to get used to that plug in my ass, but I thought after some time it would not be a problem anymore, so forgot bout it. The cleaning was quickly done, an hour later I was back to Tom’s office where he still sat on some paperwork. He looked up when I entered and said that I could get some rest now, so we walked into the special showroom again. I once again had a look at that new display in the chair, thinking of the last day I spent in it, and if the device on my cock would not be there, I might have enjoyed the hard on I got....

Tom already prepared my night rest, in the middle of the room laid out was a heavy leather sleepsack, hood attached to it as well. He pointed down to it telling me I should get inside. It was laid there face down, so I went down inside on my front and slipped my feet into the sack, tried to get my body proper laid inside and Tom helped me with getting my arms inside the internal sleeves. Then he pulled the attached hood over my rubbered head and made sure the tubes of the nose and mouth were proper adjusted. I could feel then how he closed the zip from the top to the collar on the neck, after that he closed the zip from the bottom all up until the collar as well. A click told me that a padlock made sure those zips remained shut. Then Tom turned me around on my back and started tightening the rope on the front side of the sleepsack from bottom to top, making the sleepsack tightly fitting to my body. Last he buckled the straps on the sleepsack shut, each separately padlocked, no escape possible from that prison - not that I would have wanted anyway. My cock tried to get harder as it was already and caused some serious pain inside its prison, but even that stimulated my horniness even more. I was sure I would have trouble sleeping that horny again, but I would spend all day inside here, so for sure doze away often enough during that time.

Tom now turned me around again so I was on my front and I could feel him attaching several ropes to the rings on the feet, the sides and shoulders of the sleepsack, also to the left and right of the hood. Once he finished I suddenly felt being lifted off the ground, he had attached me to a frame that was connected to a winch and I was lifted up all to the ceiling, swinging slightly, yet in a very comfortable way hanging there now. I could then make out the noise of a ladder being placed near or under me and right after felt Tom fiddled on my ass; he connected some tube there and another tube to my mouth again. Tom said that he'll be back for me the next evening and laughed, and then I heard the door shut. Since the hood did not have any eyes, I did of course not see the lights turned out, and would not see the daylight either, so I would have to wait ... wait until Tom took me off the ceiling again. I dozed away many times, and woke up many times as well, mainly form the hard on that caused troubles in its prison. I could not tell what time it was during that, but several times I could hear people coming and talking, so I at least could guess it was daytime with visitors in the room. Time runs slow when you are just hanging around waiting, but with the dozing in between I lost track completely.

At some point I was taken off the ceiling again, had a small chat with tom - well he was talking and I was nodding, and then did my routine work in the showroom, watched a bit TV and browsed internet after that, just to find myself placed in the special room again for the next day. I spent the following three weeks like that, the days in the special room in carious positions and the nights doing my chores, Tome always taking care of me, making sure I felt ok and was not in trouble. I got fed and the waste drained during my times as display so did not have to feed at nights anymore. At the begin I thought I would miss something, not going out during day, not meeting people, but I felt great with my job as display during the days and tom's company at evenings was all I needed. Every weekend though tom added another new display to the special room, usually the way I spent most of the week before was replaced by a new doll and I was to spend my time there in a new different way. The room was now almost full or at least full enough, I would not have placed more inside it, and it would have been too much then.

After having placed yet a new display in the room, me having cleaned up everything as usual, Tom called me into his office. He asked how I liked it so far and again I could just nod to him, I haven't spoken for weeks now, but somehow did not even miss it at all. Tome started telling me that he wanted to sell the museum, at least the regular part upstairs. He had other plans for the future and was almost finished with the preparation. He wanted to start a fetish club somewhere outside town, the rebuilding was ready and he would just have to decorate it now, he planned the opening very soon. He told me he wanted me there as well, and told me that he would make my contract a permanent one. He did not really ask, but was more or less telling me facts. I thought I would probably enjoy work in such a club, and would not even have to hide my outfit, but instead fit in well. But I sure wondered why he not even asked me if I liked that, I guess he assumed that I would sure agree to it anyway. Tom continued that all the displays in the special rooms would be transported during the following week; they would make that majority of the clubs decoration. He already found a buyer for the museum, so wanted to move quickly. I was surprised that he did not tell anything about it earlier, then again it was not really any of my business. I wondered when I would be able to see that club, but tom continued talking, telling me that during the move of the displays I would get to see that club myself as well. I was looking forward to that, to see if I would like working there in future, I again just nodded to Tom.

Tom then told me it is time to get me ready for the next task. He said I would get another suit on top of this one and then could use some new shine on the rubber, so I should get in the workroom. He followed me and once I stood in the middle of it Tom held another rubber suit in front of me, from its look very thick. It was more a molded sort of rubber, almost made for my body, when Tom helped me into the legs and pulled it up to my chest I could feel the thickness of it, making moves already harder, and once my entire body was inside, I already stood there almost as a statue, moving my limbs was difficult then. That suit had boots instead of socks, mittens instead of gloves and a face-shaped hood with aging pinprick eyes and only small holes for the nose and mouth tube. Tom helped me walk over to that shower in the corner and told me I need some good shine on this suit, so I should try to stand still and not move much while he applied the spraying. I stood there almost 15 minutes and there was a very thick layer of shine on my entire body by now. When the spraying finished Tom helped me to walk careful and into the other room again.

On the side right next to the door was a cube made of Plexiglas, the dimensions were just me height, just wide enough to stand inside, just deep enough that once the front of it is closed I filled the space already. I could not fall to the sides or lean back or fall forward inside it. Before closing it tom attached again some tubes, to the plug, catheter, mouth and also the nose. The tubes lead to the backside where I could not see them. I wondered how I should sleep there though, since I would hardly be able to sleep while standing inside there, but guessed he might lay the cube down on the floor. Before closing the front Tom places several bright lights around the cube and they heated up the entire rubber suit around me. I was not sure what it was for, maybe he wanted to see how I did with being in such light for the next day’s visitors. I started sweating pretty much but tom was just standing there and waiting, looking how I did. I did not move at all, since the thickness of that second suit prevented it anyway already well. After about ten minutes tom finally turned all the lights off and came in front of me.

Tome then took a large mirror and placed it opposite of me so that I could have a good look at myself in that cube. Tom then said to me that I should have a good look into the mirror since I would not have that possibility anymore later on. He then continued that what I see would not be just a temporary display, but the final. I was surprised about that and wondered what he meant, but he continued right away that I should look very close to the mirror and try to move any part of my body. I indeed tried as hard as I could to move, I felt my body move slightly inside, but could not see anything in the mirror. A completely stiff display. tom then continued that the shiny spraying he gave me was not just to make it shine, but to actually make it a final cover, the heat he applied after I was placed inside the cube started the hardening process of the material, I was now covered by a thin but stabile and hard plastic coverage, sealing my body into the current position. he continued that the plug and catheter, as well as the tube in my mouth were connected to a system, hidden behind the cube at the moment, completely hidden though in the future place of the cube, making sure I would be fed and drained as needed, also there were electric contacts on the devices in my ass and in my dick, so that randomly I would receive electric stimulations, from soft tingling up to the point where I would even jerk off. He then also said that when he told me that he wanted me in his new club, he knew he would use me as another new display, and the one he chose for me would be the first to be transported and placed there, He also then told me that I should look around again as much as it was possible in my confinement, each of the displays is sharing my faith, some had started just like me here doing that interim job, others he picked from the streets or bars.... and each of them now has a job for lifetime ... Tom then closed the fornt of the cube, but not before applying some glue to the corners of it, this cube was not planned to be opened again.

I was shocked as hell, sure had enjoyed the weeks before, knowing it was all temporary, but hearing that it was final and irreversible made me shudder, I was unable to shout or do anything, I was trapped inside my prison for good. I was clueless all the time and fell into the trap he built for me to end up in here. I saw tom leaving and turning off the lights and was alone with myself... well alone with all the others who as tom said are just as alive as I am. I now understood why all that looked so lifelike, why it felt even warm when touching the displays, there were actual living persons locked inside, confined in their displayed situations for lifetime now. I wondered when the first victim fell for it, how long the first of those was here already, but also wondered what would happen now; I could not believe what has happened, how I ended, should that be it....

The night I did not sleep at all, I had too many thoughts spinning in my head, questions that would never get an answer, complaints that would never be heard, fears I could not speak out, anger that could not be released, I was trapped for good. In the morning the door opened and tom came inside, with him a few other men with a trolley. Tom pointed at the cube with me inside and told them it is the first one. The men lifted up the cube and wheeled me out of the room, carried the cube upside and out the backdoor into a small van. I tried to make them aware of me, tried to make any sort of move, any sort of noise, but the sealing was perfect, there was nothing that could have indicated to those men that I was inside here, screaming in my head for help. The van started and we drove almost an hour before it stopped again. The backdoor opened and the men carried the cube inside a building, I could only see the ceilings change, but not make out anything else in that building, but obviously it was the club tom talked about.

When the cube was placed on the floor I could suddenly see toms face in front of me, he looked around first and then looked into my face and smiled. He was the only one knowing what was going on and his smile told me he knew exactly there was nothing I could do. The cube was lifted on one end slightly and tom attached several tubes to the backside of the cube, then suddenly the men were around again and all together lifted the cube up, just to let it down again right after, but this time it went down much further, there was a spare in the floor, the exact size of the cube, and the cube was let down inside that spare so that at the end it seamlessly closed with the floor around it. A metal frame around the cube sealed it into the spare hole and made sure it would not move any direction anymore. Shortly after I could feel vibrations in the electric units, also felt fluids coming into my mouth, Tom was standing right above me on the cube and looking down to me, knowing his mechanism was in place and working by now. Tom then disappeared out of my view and all I could see was the ceiling again. Some time later I suddenly started hearing noise and with some cracking noised in-between I heard toms voice.

He was telling me that I reached my final destination; I was right at the entrance to the club, the first anyone who visits will see. Some lights at the side of that hole made sure I was well visible when people walk in; of course everyone will be walking right over the cube when coming in. Also he told e that the speakers inside the cube will remain on permanent, so I would at least hear what is going on, unfortunately though not be able to see or take actively part on it. But I should be assured that this spot was the best of all displays and I would see everyone come and go...

He stopped talking and the volume of the speakers was loud enough that I could hear him walk away. The next hours I would see those movers come in and out constantly, each time bringing one more of those displays from the museum inside, and I assumed tom would be there to connect up each at it's new place, probably smiling all over all the time. I was alone with myself in my cube, watching people come and go, and slowly giving up, giving in to my faith, there was nothing I could do anymore; I was doomed to be part of this club for as long as it exists now. And none of the guys who come in would ever know that there was someone - well a lot of us - watching them silently, pleading for help probably, but all of us unable to change the faith we have been enclosed in.

The next days I saw more an more displays and also furniture being transported inside, it almost turned into routine, until after a few days it stopped, nobody came in or out anymore for a long time. It was difficult to measure time inside that prison, but I guessed at least two or three days passed before suddenly lots of people came in. I could see the lot of them, dressed in all sorts of fetish, couples, groups, singles, most of them admiring the cube in the floor with the human shaped display inside, talking about how great the club has been done, but slowly that admiration passed, only occasionally someone stopped to have a closer look, but most just went over that cube inside the club (or outside later on). Sometimes some people were standing right on top of my face, I heard them talk, chat, laugh, have fun, and I felt desperate, unable to make them aware of me, unable to get out of my prison - ever ... But I could just lay there and watch ... and hope that some day I would find closure with this faith of mine .. But until then ... I kept watching people from underneath...

If you ever come to a club with such human shaped display in the entrance floor, beware... it could be me.... Copyright @ Eckie 2005