The online ad read:
Open minded male Life casting model needed
Must be able to stay still for several hours with mild discomfort.
$200 per sitting.
I had always wanted to be an art model but was a bit shy about going through with it. Getting a body cast of me made was a good compromise I thought.
I arrived at the Orange Grove studio. One of the old sandstone buildings in the hospital grounds. I guess it had been unused and re-purposed as an art space.
"Hi, you must be Mike, -Erin-, just behind that screen Mike, clothes on the shelf and make sure you get a good all over coat of Vaseline, even in your hair before you get on the vacuum bed."
Was the instruction, the introduction and the orientation all in one, three seconds after I walked in. Erin was short with short curly brown hair, a cheek piercing and a kind of Bi / Indy / fem lesbian look. She was over weight but not by much and certainly not enough to stop me getting a semi when she suggested nudity followed by Vaseline.
I was completely naked lying face down on the hard clear sheet, feeling -good-. I had applied the Vaseline as directed and was biting on the mouth guard with the breathing tube. I felt the warmth of the heat lamps and the rapid ticking sound of the vacuum pump. The second sheet closed over my back resting on my ass.
I briefly felt the stiffness of the plastic squeeze me then suddenly give way to the heat and pressure, closing in around be with a splotching sound as the two sides met and formed a perfect shiny coating hugging every curve of my body.
It felt great at first. The operator stepped from behind the screen and I saw her feet walk around me. Suddenly I felt a searing pain as the heat from the plastic got through to my skin.
The operator must have noticed and turned off the lamps and the sprinkler on. I was relieved to be cool and actually had a bit of a shiver in delight of the sensation. The clear plastic had sunk into my mouth as I opened it to try to cry out.
Now the sheet was cold and hard again I could not close my mouth or even change the look of pain and surprise on my face.
I got a head rush as the vacuum bed rig rotated me upright. The operator was talking to another woman, but I could not hear them at all. Just a muffled buzz each time they spoke. One of them patted the side of my face with a naughty smile and an over exaggerated nod, her face close to mine saying:
"OK?"
I could see the two women laugh at me trying to nod. I breathed out of the hole:
"Hor-he"
Which was as close to saying OK as I could manage without being able to move. I was immobilized completely, flesh pressed up against the now hard shiny coating. I got a little thrill from the situation, locked up in clear plastic, displayed for two women. At this stage I was hoping it would take a little longer so I could enjoy the exhibitionism a little more.
Another head rush as I was swung around again -- this time up side down.
Seeing back into the other part of the loft space I could see several other vacuum rigs that looked like they might have contained people as well.
I saw the vacuum bed operators legs again as she wheeled something over to my rig. I felt the rhythmic vibration of the vacuum pump again but this time it wasn't coming from inside the bed.
My crotch become warm, very warm, very hot... then instantly cold. Then again ...and again. Every few seconds, almost too hot to bear then cold. This happened for a few minutes the operator walked off and it continued automatically.
I saw the operator and the other woman wheel the other bed frames around into a rough circle and attach them one at a time to large straps hanging down. I could not see where the straps went... I must have pushed my head back when I felt the burn and now it was fixed looking down to the floor while I was upside down.
A few more crotch cooking cycles and I was starting to feel very good. Like morning wood on a firm mattress. Painful briefly then warm and nice full feeling. The two women walked away for a few minutes while I got vibrated and intermittently singed.
I heard the buzzing voice sound as one woman spoke loudly pointing in my direction and the other called out in response and they both came running over in an excited half skip. I felt the machine go off and pressure around my balls. I remember thinking it was strange that I could feel anything through the thick hard clear plastic but rationalized that this was the mold being split to release me.
The sound of delighted laughter from the two women was unmistakable, even through the buzzing distortion of the plastic cast. I felt more squeezing and it was clear that they were both grabbing at my junk. Which I was happy to go along with... even if there was no other option.
Another swing around left me face up and I got a look at the attachment that had just been removed from my lap. It was a glass, gun holster shape with a lamp bulb on either side and a vacuum hose at the top.
The two women, still giggling away and cracking jokes I couldn't comprehend, rolled the attachment around behind my head.
"Say arrr!"
The operator said, fighting back another bout of giggles the other woman had already surrendered to.
The two women positioned the glass holster shape over my mouth. I gagged a little as they pushed the breathing tube all the way to the back of my throat.
As the lamps came on I felt my face change expression. Almost immediately I felt the burn, a squeeze on my face and then cold. As before the pattern repeated and I felt my tongue get sucked out of my mouth into the holster shape, still encased in the clear plastic. I really felt it stretch and my cheeks collapse in and it occurred to me what had happened to my cock and balls.
A few minutes of heating and sucking and I was released from the device. Looking down as far as my eyes could roll, I saw the tip of my tongue and the head of my cock, jutting out. Try as I might I could not break the vacuum sucking them into position; sticking out at right angles to the rest of me, further than I had ever seen or thought possible.
Now I was getting concerned. Still facing up, tongue poking, cock erect and vertical, I saw Erin the operator duck down under the vacuum table. I felt a slight pressure in my thighs and lower back and a fast vibration I hadn't felt before. I felt the heat on my ass and guessed correctly the next part would be very unpleasant.
At first the burning heat was only on my ass cheeks and not that bad. As the heated hard plug made it's way upward, that quickly changed.
In the second or so of heat the other woman would sometimes take a picture, of my face, along my squeezed flat body, cock like a ships mast, from underneath...
The combination of the heat and the pressure was getting hard to take, even for just the one second in five it was on. I hooted through the breathing tube, the photographer getting some video through the SLR.
Erin turned the plug ram off and I saw her pop up from the table briefly and step off to the side before returning under the table.
I felt a thump-thump and then a pop as something pierced the plastic and I felt my ass fill with very cold lube. Then the unmistakable smell of superglue then nothing for five minutes or so.
The machine came on again seemingly on its own. My view of the place was limited to the vaulted ceiling and the old rafters and dusty walls with many coats of paint on them, as the hot plug rumbled away.
