The vertical ‘vacbed’ was a solid structure. Mick and his team had experimented with a number of different ways to make it work, and come up with a vertical aluminium frame fifteen centimetres wide, and two and metres in height with a space of a meter and a half between the uprights. A solid ‘plate’ at the top kept the uprights apart, and the base was sixty centimetres and two and a half centimetres deep. This had small holes drilled in it and the exhaust connection to the vacuum pump was mounted to one side. Two units had been set up, at 90° to each other.
An envelop of thin black latex covered the uprights and enclosed the space between them, with a gag type breathing tube to allow the ‘victim’ to breath connected to an airline which passed to an inlet in the frame where an opening in the latex allowed the tube to connect to a gas mask filter, the small opening for this being sealed by a threaded nut screwed down to ensure the seal.
Entry was through a zip opening on one side, with a second layer of latex folded over it and secured by a second zip.
We inspected it carefully. Neither of us had ever tried a vacbed before though we’d obviously heard of them and talked about trying it sometime.
“Okay.” Eli studied us. “This is pretty intense, and this version is going to keep you stood and ‘displayed’ — accessible from front and back.” He grinned. “It’s pretty rigid once the air’s sucked out, so you’re frozen in place — think of Han Solo in Star Wars when they put him in suspended animation.”
“Yeah.” Mick chipped in. “You know how they vacpack meat at the butcher? That’s what this is like.” He grinned and handed us ear plugs. “You’ll need these. The vacuum can hurt your ears without them.”
“Everyone happy?” Eli asked. “Ready to try it?”
“As I’ll ever be. What do I do?” I asked.
“Put the earplugs in, and slide yourself into the envelop. Once you’re in it, fit the mouthpiece, and make sure you can breath properly. When I’m sure you are comfortable, I’ll seal the envelop and tell you to pose, and Mick will start the pump.” Eli held the rubber open.
As I slid in, I realised the latex was thinner than it appeared, yet much stronger. Finding the mouthpiece, something like a diver’s snorkel fitting, I fitted it and signalled I could breath through it, and Eli closed the first zip, then I heard the second zip closed. Faintly I heard Mick saying how he wanted me to pose and felt him touching me where he wanted me to move.
The enclosure, the rubber, and the anticipation had got me aroused, and the touch through the latex made it very erotic. I felt the air being pulled out round my feet, and the latex began to shrink against me. Within a minute, I was fixed in place, completely sealed between the two sheets of latex.
They were right about how restrictive it was, it felt almost as if the latex had become rigid. With the ear plugs, I could barely hear what was happening outside of my latex envelop, but could feel every touch, as someone played with my now trapped erection, fondled my butt and stroked my body. I wondered how Butch was feeling in the second unit.
It got quite warm in my sealed environment, and then I became aware of subdued flashes through the latex. Unable to move, I simply stood as posed and enjoyed the feeling of absolute immobilisation.
Then slowly the air returned, and I could move again. I heard Eli calling for a change of position, complied and the air was once more sucked out. Once again hands caressed me and I realised someone was polishing the rubber, then nothing seemed to be happening, until once more air flowed in and the zips were opened …
“How’d you feel?” Eli demanded.
“Helpless!” Flexing my shoulders, I rubbed my arms and noticed that I had a red ‘line’ running up both arms and up my torso. Eli noticed my look. “And when someone polished me … amazing to be fixed like that. Is this mark normal with a vacbed?”
“Yup, you get that mark in a vacbed. It’s a sort of pinch mark. Forms where the two sheets of latex meet against you. It’ll fade pretty soon.” He grinned. "Enjoy it? Han Solo had nothing on the way you guys look in there.
"Thanks, I bet he couldn't feel anyone touching him though." Laughing, I looked at Butch and saw the same marks on him. “We’ve got a seam, love.”
“Yeah.” Butch grinned. “That was amazing. What did we look like?”
“Every bit as good as we hoped,” Mick replied. “You happy with the pics, Eli?”
“Have a look,” Eli turned his laptop round so we could see the screen. “I’ll enhance a couple and Carlo can play around with them, but they look pretty good.”
We looked. The images were as always, good, and taut rubber certainly showed off our physiques and our arousal! Butch’s physique is more athletic than mine. I tend to be slimmer and less muscular, and being ‘vac packed’ like this certainly showed it off. Butch put his arm round me as we looked, and I kissed his cheek.
“You make a stunning ‘decoration’, love,” I quipped. “I hope there’s no Jaba the Hutt around to keep us on his wall …”
Everyone laughed as we kissed again and Eli commented, “He’d have the rest of us Rats to deal with if he tried.” Slapping our naked butts, he closed the laptop. “Want to get dressed and we can head out to Mark?”
“Catsuits?” Butch asked.
“If you want to.” Eli smiled. “I know he’d appreciate it, but it’s up to you. I’m going to wear one — it’s a little joke we started a long time ago.”
“Then we’ll do the same. Come on, Butch, our special suits.”
Taking Butch by the hand I led him back to our flat.
We’d recently bought matching latex suits in black rubber, with the coloured stripes of the rubber pride flag around the chest. They were tight, revealing, neck entry, with a ‘through zip’ at the crotch. It took only a few minutes to get these on, and pull on the boots we’d bought to wear with them. With sweat pants and a ‘hoodie’ top over this, we presented ourselves at the flat entrance to find Eli waiting at the curb, similarly attired. He grinned as we joined him.
“Mark’s looking forward to this, he’s got a slap-up feast prepared,” he said as we got into the car. “Thanks for joining me to make it special.”
“No thanks needed, Eli.” I patted his hand on the gear shift. “We love you both …”
Mark was on the patio in his wheelchair when we walked out of the patio doors. His upper body in a metallic coloured latex top, but as he turned we could see his lower body was encased in a single ‘sleeve’ similar to a bondage sack. Butch and I followed Eli, his catsuit showing off the curves of his butt, his hips and his waist, making it almost a classic ‘hour glass’, his crotch almost feminine. Mark’s face lit up as he turned his wheelchair to greet him.
“Eli, I tell you this often enough. You’re fucking stunning as always, and you waste yourself tied to this fucking wreck of a brother.” He stopped as Eli bent down and planted a kiss on his mouth.
“How many times must I tell you to shut the fuck up with that bullshit?” Straightening up, he moved to stand behind Mark, his hands on his brother’s shoulders, his eyes moist. “You’ll give our boys the wrong ideas …”
“No, he won’t,” Butch interjected, moving forward to kiss Mark. “And he’s right, you are gorgeous in that outfit, Eli.”
Kissing Mark, I hugged him. “Happy birthday, Mark.” Putting our carefully wrapped present in his lap, a pair of beautifully framed antique prints of engraved plates. Copies of ancient Greek ‘gay’ erotica, and very rare. “We hope these aren’t already in your shelves.”
Unwrapping the gift carefully — it never failed to fascinate me how delicately Mark, a big muscular man, handled delicate things — he exposed the pair of prints. For several seconds he stared at them, then carefully put them gently on the table next to him, and looked up.
“Those set you boys back a fair bit,” he began. “No, I haven’t got them …” Reaching out he gripped our hands, again the strength of the grip in his delicate looking hands always surprises, and pulled us closer. “You … you really didn’t need to do that …”
“No, you’re wrong, Mark.” Kissing his mouth, I said, “It’s the very least we could do … and we want to do more.”
Butch and I had discussed this in detail in the days before this, and decided that we wanted to offer both Eli and Mark the opportunity to use us as their ‘Subs’ in a bondage scene. Now Butch laid out our suggestion.
“Mark, Eli, we want to offer you ourselves as Subs for any bondage scene you want to run with us tonight. No limits, whatever you want to do, we’ll accept it and do it.” Grinning, he looked Eli in the eye. “Guess we’re making a present of ourselves!”
For a moment, both of them stared at us. Then Mark reached up and took his brother’s hands. “I think that’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever been offered. What do you say, Eli? Should we ..?”
Eli’s smile spread slowly. Lowering his head he kissed his brother’s cheek. “Accept it, love.” He laughed. “Start the barbecue, I’ll think up a ‘scene’ for you and set it up while we eat.”
