Theo unlocked the warehouse door, sporting a grin so maniacal I had to giggle. He was entirely in his element, full business mode and full kink mode at the same time, bustling down the hallway in a skintight neoprene wetsuit ahead of me.
"It's really my pleasure!" I said, trying to keep up. "When you first told me about your idea for a gear museum I knew I had to get involved. I'm super excited to model for you."
We walked into the main space, pin spots on a few glass cases, half of which were empty, the other half displaying pup masks, leggings, cycling bibs, sneakers and other gear, all different brands and eras.
"Oh my god your collection is amazing, I can't believe I get to play dress up with it!" I said, looking at the way a pair of discontinued Skins shorts fitted around a beautifully toned ass. "I didn't expect it all to be behind glass though. So much of the fun is in the feel."
"Yeah that's one of the trade-offs of the museum. Some of the pieces are a bit too old and delicate to be played with, so it's a look-but-don't-touch situation. I'm inviting people to come dressed in gear though, so there will still be opportunities to touch and play."
Theo came over next to me and draped a friendly neoprene arm around my shoulders.
But folks can always get a chance to experience the collection firsthand if they volunteer to take a shift as a model. That's what you'll be doing for our opening weekend."
I reciprocated his touch by grabbing a handful of his wetsuited butt, pulling him closer.
"Yeah I'm curious as to how you intend to display me. You'll move out the mannequins as people volunteer, like a go-go situation?"
I followed him through an unmarked door in the back to an immaculately laid out dressing room. All sorts of gear, rubber, lycra, PVC, all dressed up in hangers. Theo was at a table pulling on a pair of latex medical gloves. "I'm going to need you to strip completely."
Theo turned to look into my eyes with that maniacal grin. "That's the fun part," he said. "These are the models!"
I looked around at the Skins-clad mannequin butt and the other torsos, legs, and other parts filling out the gear. "I don't understand what you're saying but I'm intrigued. And turned on."
Theo extricated himself from our embrace and strode toward the back of the space. "Come, let me show you."
I complied, putting on a little show for Theo as I removed my street clothes and the compression shorts I was wearing as underwear. I didn't hide how turned on I was by what he had cooked up. I knew he felt the same, his cock straining against the cage that was plainly outlined through the neoprene of his wetsuit.
He kept his composure however, as he pulled a black jar of ointment from under the table. "This guy I know from Manchester cooked this stuff up. It temporarily petrifies your body, allowing you to be, let's say manipulated without losing any sense of touch. Sound fun?"
"Um yes. That sounds unreal." I said, fondling myself lazily as Theo nodded and approached with the jar of ointment. I thought back to the torsos and bulges in their glass cases, turned on at the idea that I was going to be showcased behind the same glass.
"Okay, the ointment will probably tickle a bit. I'm only going to cover the parts of you that will be on display but you'll need to be pretty thoroughly covered. Just pose naturally for me, and try to stop messing with your cock for once."
"Yes sir" I said with a smirk, reluctantly letting my half-hard cock go as he began rubbing the ointment into my back. "You're right, it does tingle quite a bit."
I felt like squirming as the cold ointment touched my skin, but the stuff also gave me a sensation of deep relaxation where Theo rubbed it into my back and chest, not like I couldn't move but that I didn't even want to.
As Theo worked the ointment into my armpits and down my side I realised I wasn't breathing. In fact I couldn't feel my heart beat in my chest. "Theo, I—"
"I know it feels really strange but it's all safe. Just relax and let the petrification set in. It won't affect your ability to speak or think, and your bodily functions will resume as normal once you're done with your shift."
One part of my body was still clearly functioning as normal. I was now fully erect, bobbing out from my oddly still torso as Theo methodically rubbed ointment between my ass cheeks. "Unff is that really necessary?" I panted as I felt him slip one ointment-covered finger inside me.
"Not really, but I thought you would enjoy it." He said, removing his teasing finger gently and giving my petrified ass a playful swat.
Of course he saved my cock and balls for last, working his way slowly up my legs from ankle to inner thigh. "I should have thought about how hard this would get you," he said, massaging the cool ointment into my testicles, making my throat catch. "You're meant to show off the gear after all, not your piece."
Theo massaged the ointment along the length of my cock, making me inadvertently moan his name. He was always so good at teasing me.
"Now if we position you just so," he said, bending my painfully hard cock down, "that should do it."
"Oh fuck Theo" I said as he pinned my cock to my thigh "Jesus."
"I'll just hold you here a few seconds while the ointment sets and then... there." I grunted as he took his hands away, but my cock stayed rock hard and pinned to my thigh. Petrified like the rest of me.
"Holy shit Theo how did you get this stuff?" I said, looking down at my eerily still body, my painful erection stuck unnaturally against my thigh. I could still wiggle my fingers and toes, but everywhere Theo had rubbed the ointment was completely frozen.
"I told you, Manchester. Anyway that was just the prep. We've still got to get you dressed and ready for display." he said as he removed his gloves and disposed of them.
I watched him shimmy around the room in his little neoprene suit, obviously pleased with himself as he looked through the racks of gear. "Now, I always love how you look in simple classic sports gear so I was thinking some classic Nike power speed tights and a matching sleeveless top for you. Displayed separately of course."
"You know me so well." I said as he brought the pieces over. "I don't get what you mean by displayed separately though, like I'll wear one the top one day and the tights the other?"
"Nope, you'll be wearing both, but I'm going to take you apart to display the pieces separately," he said grabbing my head between his hands, looking me dead in the eyes with that shit-eating grin. "Now don't worry this won't hurt at all."
Before I could even brace myself, Theo twisted my head sharply to the left and I heard a plastic-y pop as it separated from my petrified shoulders. "There! Much easier to dress you this way, and you get to watch." Theo set my head down on the table, holding me there for a moment as he took the opportunity to rub his locked neoprene bulge into my face.
"Hey!" I shouted as he walked over to where the rest of my naked body stood motionless.
"What, I couldn't help it!" Theo said, popping my arms off below the shoulder with equal ease. "You know I love it when you're vulnerable."
"No, I liked it, but then you left!" I pouted from my place on the table.
"Sorry dude, work to do!" He said, missing up my hair as he set my arms on the table next to my head. It was strange, I could feel all of it. My arms on the cold metal table, his hands on my head, and the cool smooth lycra of the black Nike top as he pulled the fabric over my disembodied torso.
"Okay, that's done," he said, twisting my torso sharply at the waist to separate it from my legs. "One more bit."
I could feel Theo prop my torso up on the table behind me, but I couldn't turn around on my own to see it. After picking up my lower half and laying it on the table, he picked me up and turned me around so I could watch him work. I could tell he was taking great pains to rub up against my petrified cock, but I supressed my grunting. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate he was making me.
He twisted off my feet at the ankles, setting them on top of my arms, next to my face to tease me, and then began pulling the tight blue Nike tights up my legs.
"Those feel so good," I said, loving the way the fabric constricted my mannequin-like calves and thighs. Theo's teasing of my aching cock felt even better with lycra pinning it to the inside of my thigh, and he pulled the tight up high enough to sink between my ass cheeks, just the way I like it.
"You really do look so fucking hot in gear. The guests are all going to want to sign up for modelling shifts after they see you," Theo said, admiring his handiwork, my body in pieces on the table. "Now, before I get your gear on display, I'm going to put your spare parts away with the other guys."
He scooped up my arms with one of his arms and my feet and head with the other, carrying me back through a plastic curtain.
"Well look who it is." I heard a voice from my left say.
Theo turned, giving me a view of a half-dozen gearheads, literally heads, propped up in a semicircle on a table, some of whom I recognised as good friends in the local kink scene, others who I just knew from the internet. "Let me introduce you to your fellow models" Theo said, propping my head up between the others.
"Shubam! I knew I recognised that ass from somewhere." I said, "I'm jealous you got to wear those compression shorts, they're so hot."
"Yeah I've been in there for a day now and they still feel amazing. I'm so fucking horny." Shubam's head replied.
"Well," Theo said, pleased with his mischief "I'll let you all stew on your predicament while I set up this display."
He dropped my feet and arms unceremoniously into a plastic bin with the other spare parts before walking back through the curtain.
"Is somebody's cock in here?" I said with a laugh, feeling something pulsing against one of my feet.
"Oh my god, yeah." Shubham said exasperated, "Brian decided he wanted to be displayed with a smooth mannequin crotch so his dick has just been flopping around in there coating the rest of our body parts in cum. It's delightful."
The head next to him, which must have belonged to Brian, gave me a flirty wink as I felt his cock twitch again.
"I mean it's not the worst way to spend a weeke-ooh-aah" I gasped out as I felt Theo grip hard onto my petrified lycra-clad crotch somewhere in the other room.
The other gearsheads snickered, "Not the worst at all."
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Thanks to @cannelum, @fullgear1215, and @artificial-transmutations for the chats that inspired this story.
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