The installation Part7

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The installation (Part7)
Date: 18 July 2016

He introduced himself and explained that he was about to complete his most challenging project yet. He turned to face me and I recognised the ginger hair and face of the man from the shop.

Things were falling into place now; this must be Guy’s Master.

Guy had been busy working on the installation whilst the artist was introducing himself and talking about bondage and control, but also punishment and sensation.

I caught glimpses of guy working away in his full rubber and as he was unbolting the installation, effectively dismantling the outer shell, finally all parts were loose as the artist explained that ‘this man, dressed in a total coverage rubber suit, locked into the harness and straps, having the possibility of sexual gratification removed, designed this installation himself after being inspired by my work.

He will now become the installation for an indefinite period. The clothing he is wearing is intended to stay in place for long periods; he has already been checked physically and is able to maintain long periods in bondage and encapsulation.

He will remain on display for the duration of my exhibit and his situation will ultimately be controlled by the reactions and actions of you, the public. The purpose of this will become clear over time, but only you can set him free.

I realised my fantasy was becoming real. Less than 24 hours ago, I’d never even worn a rubber hood, now I was in full coverage and about to be bound in public for an indefinite amount of time? I don’t think this is possible, despite my trapped and raging hardon.

The artist and Guy straddled me and inserted a straw into my muzzle once more; I gulped the liquid down and felt kind of woozy, but not totally out of control.

I was led over to the base plate and encouraged to sit with my knees in two cavities, the material was soft and cushioned, and made me feel almost weightless, my toes slipped into pockets and they felt naturally positioned.

Next my arms were brought together behind my back, wrists and elbow bound to each other forcing my chest out.

Guy brought up a waist corset, and wrapped my torso in its unforgiving embrace, tightening the steel wires holding it together. I was forced to maintain an upright posture, my body now almost completely rigid.

I could feel my lower legs being strapped to the base and my mitts being attached to my ankles, so I was now in an upright hogtie.

Guy took some cables and plugged them in out of sight, then fiddled around with some tubes before bringing the first parts of the hard shell over and bolting it in place.

My trapped cock wanted to explode, as I could see the whole crowd captivated by the scene developing before them.

The other parts of the shell were positioned in place and I could feel parts of my rubberised body being compressed by the shell, lined as it was with soft memory foam.

Finally the helmet was fixed in place and all traces of my rubberised form was encased in the hard outer shell. The head section was also very softly padded; I could feel it compressing my head perfectly from all directions yet fresh air was being pumped to my face.

I began to regain some composure and feel less woozy now, unsure how long I’d been in this rubber suit now, the reality of being trapped was dawning on me.

I wasn’t sure but I could feel my dick being touched, is that my imagination? Is there something going into it? I think the details of my drawing included a catheter but it wasn’t very well detailed.

Yeah that’s getting uncomfortable now, it feels like I need a pee, that’s unusual, oh holy hell, that’s intense! The tube is going into my bladder alright; I feel every millimetre of it! I suppose I should have realised they’d need a way for me to do regular human things without being released.

But that means…

Just then I felt a warm finger penetrate my hole. A second finger enters and then a third, stretching my sphincter ready to accept the enema tube. The plug which followed stretched my hole even more as it was pumped up securing it in place.

And then I recalled the feeding tube. I made more of an issue out of this, drawing a separate diagram, with a tube going down the throat, with gum shields, nose tubes, and a pin holding the tongue in place, oh crap are they going to pierce my tongue?

Just then I felt tingling in my dick and ass, the most amazing feeling I could describe…