Naked Boy has been telling me about the same fantasy for years and years. He wants to be a statue. More than that, he NEEDS to be plastercast into a greek discus thrower statue. As I was going on a European vacation, I promised to check out naked discus thrower statues and when I got back, perhaps I'd be inspired enough to turn Naked Boy into one.
By the time I re-emerged from 10 days in Rome,Paris and Amsterdam, I'd seen quite a few statues that fit Naked Boy's fantasy. Most, I noticed, appeared to be resting their butts on tree trunks not standing free form. That gave me an idea...
First of course, I permitted Naked Boy to worship my beautiful bare feet. With Naked Boy and Me, that's the way it always begins. He kisses my feet, begs me to humiliate and laugh at him, show him to my girlfriends and keep him as long as I want. Generally, I do.
I placed Naked Boy atop an ancient marble pillar as I'd decided my human sculpture was to be called "Discus Athlete In Repose". Then I opened my first pack of 3/4" coban to wrap his hands.
I made a point of paying special attention to Naked Boys hands and feet. After all, they were going to be in plaster for a long, long time.
Then I began wrapping the vetwrap up Naked Boys athletic and willing legs as I began to hypnotize him.
Naked Boy always falls into a trance when he can look at my beautiful feet in a pair of high heeled pumps. I put my feet right where he would be unable to look away from them and told him that I was going to turn him into a real human statue, just like he'd always dreamed.
I've been making a lot of mummies lately and I was completely out of white vet wrap. Normally, a bright multi-coloured slave would drive me crazy. Knowing that Naked Boy would end up totally covered in white plaster unable to move or escape made me feel much better about the temporary visual color clash. Besides, doesn't he look like a de-masked, captured superhero?
Finally, the underlayers of protection were complete and I was free to begin applying the plaster strips.
Plastercasting is a messy art, you never know where the wet plaster will land.
When it came to plastercasting Naked Boys hand to the discus I was meticulous in my attentions. I'm very proud of the end result and I hope it excites you as much as it did us.
Time started speeding up. I added more plaster wrappings to his legs--very important that they be unable to bend. Then I took some time to admire my work---especially how nice the thigh, hand and discus area looked.
I had a suprise for Naked Boy:
HE WAS ABOUT TO RECIEVE A VISIT FROM MISS MONA BLU...
Miss Mona began to laugh the minute she walked into my kitchen. Naked Boy's face reddened instantly and that made her laugh even more.
Once Naked Boys plaster was completely hard, Mona and I ran our fingers over it, rapping on parts to make sure they were thick enough and then we posed to show your our hands. Mine covered in plaster from my afternoon's art project and Mona's still painted Las Diablas Orange from her wild weekend in Vegas.
Naked Boy is actually claustrophobic. To please me, he took a face wrapping, just for a little while so that he'd be a more real statue (I left his bottom free because I enjoyed looking at his ass and studying his reactions to becoming helpless). Once he couldn't see me, I gave him a warm, comforting hug.
Then I whispered, "You'll only have to be in the dark a little longer".
Hours had passed since our adventure began and Naked Boy's body was now exhausted, his muscles stiff and sore from holding the position for so long. It was time to begin cutting him out of his plaster wrappings.
In some places, his wrappings parted like a lobster shell.
His arms had to be approached more carefully as I didn't want to nick them.
Once I took the discus away, Naked Boy knew our afternoon was truly over.
Should you think you have what it takes to become a living, breathing captured human statue, by all means write. Not brave enough? That's alright, few men are. From you, I'll be happy to accept thankful, adoring e-mails.
