Overnight Tied Down in a Rubber Sleepsack

Honestly, I've yet to have a great nights rest in a sleepsack. What little sleep I do normally get is down to the exhaustion of a heavy session prior to being sacked for the night. Not that my complaint inspires much sympathy out of most tops! And I have to say, there is something very pleasurable about waking up in bondage. The hazy feeling as your consciousness returns but the ability to move head and limbs being strangely vacant, is a VERY unique sensation. A moment of complete confusion and powerlessness.

You should definitely try it!

STORY: Josh's Debt Part 2

By popular demand, here's the second and sadly last part of Josh's story out on the web.

STORY: Josh's Debt part 2Written by boundpgh

Josh had horrible dreams. Dreams of growling dogs chasing him and attacking. He tried to run but he was being held by a great beast of a man. The dogs were getting closer and closer until finally…

Pup-Josh woke up. He looked around confused. It had been a dream. There were no dogs chasing him. But the horror of what had happened came flooding back. He was locked in a rubber dog suit, unable to speak and barely able to move, locked in a steel cage in an unknown windowless dark place.

But pup-Josh wasn’t alone. In the cramped cage with him was Jason – his best friend. At least Jason was his best friend. After what Jason had did to him the night before, he wasn’t sure what the world was coming to.

Pup-Josh had to escape. He sat up on all fours. But how? Through the dim light he could see that his hands were encased in some sort of rubber mitts that turned his hands into paws and making them virtually useless. But even if pup-Josh could use his hands he still couldn’t get to the tight, unforgiving leather buckles, as he could not undo them due to the padlocks that kept each firmly secured.

Feeling hopeless – pup-Josh sat back and felt a sharp jolt of pain as the rubber tail that poked out drove the massive butt plug deeper into his sore hole. With his hands trapped in the mitts he couldn’t grab onto the tail and the plug was too big to force out on its own.

Pup-Josh began to scream into his muzzle. He began pounding against the locked cage. He was filled with anger and fear – not truly knowing what he was doing.

STORY: Rubber Slave's New Life Begins

Rubber Slave's New Life Begins
by LookingForRubberMast

As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls.

Sleepsack Isolation

Rubberdom2000 is back. In this video he's left his rubber gimp to stew for a bit of prolonged restraint in a strapped down sleepsack along with a sensory deprivation hood.

STORY: A Different Way For Me to Visit the Fair

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2 Hours of Solid Electro

Need I say more?

STORY: Encasement Pig Wanted

The following is a story I've read over and over many times. I'm not sure where it's from or who wrote but whoever the sick fuck is, I salute you!

For those of you into total rubber bondage and power exchange, this should be right up your alley..

Encasement Pig Wanted
by Unknown 

It started late one horny night at my computer when I found a certain rubbermen.com profile: Age 42, Gender Male, Orientation Gay, Race Mixed, Height 6’2”, Weight 190 lbs, Hair Black buzz, Eyes brown. Under scene interests, it said: “Musclehead Bigdicked Demanding Sadist accepting applications for full-time, live-in encasement pig for well equipped dungeon. To qualify for application, you must be a serious bondage masochist, be 25-35 years old and 5’7” to 5’10” in height, weigh between 150 to 165 lbs, have a slim to muscular, athletic, flexible body, and be ready for life as a male slave, prepared to sign an agreement consenting to be my total property. If accepted, you will be kept 24/7 in rubber under my total control. My domination of you with my superior life experience, resources, physical size, strength, and mental capacity will be reinforced with layers of tight rubber encasement and heavy bondage, using leather and metal restraints, immobilization, mummification, and hole-control. You will be kept encapsulated head to toe, bound, tubed, and plugged, along with strict confinement and isolation in my dungeon and other facilities. Total control. No limits.”

STORY: Weekend Visit

Weekend Visit
By unknown

I pull into the driveway and shut my car off. I look at the house and I am quite impressed. Gary and I have been talking online for weeks, and have met for coffee on several occasions. Tonight is going to be the night that we see if I am going to accept him as a rubber slave or not. I get out and go around to the trunk and get out one of my gear bags. I decide that the other can stay there for now, and I will get it later if I need it.

I go up to the door and knock, and it is immediately answered by Gary in nothing but a pair of white underwear. I walk inside without a word, and listen as he welcomes me. I ask him for a tour, and he takes me through the house. He explains that his room-mate is already asleep and knows what we are going to be doing for the weekend. I look at Gary questioningly and he quickly explains that his roommate said he would stay out of the way and mind his own business.

“Good, I am not really sure I like the idea of doing this with him here but as long as he doesn’t get in the way. Now, let’s go down into your basement as there was plenty of room down there in your game room, and I can get some things out of my bag,” I tell him in a voice that sets the tone for what is to come.

We get down into the game room and I open up the large rolling footlocker of gear. “Go kneel in the fucking corner while I get things ready, boy,” I tell Gary and slip a pair of Irish-8 handcuffs on him behind his back.

I get out my own uniform of olive latex jodhpurs and uniform shirt and Sam Browne belt and boots. Then I get out the suit I have brought for Gary to wear, the .9 mm latex is the heaviest weight suit that Latexas makes and the codpiece of it will give him false hope of what’s to happen. I take a hood to match the suit out and then take out a restraint set of collar, wrist cuffs, waist belt and ankle cuffs. Last I grab a small plastic container that has locks and keys for everything.

Story: Kept in His Gear

Kept in His Gear
by RTS

Chapter 1

I re-connected on this web site with a rubber friend I hadn't seen in a few years. We first met at a rubber weekend party a few years ago, both of us new to the rubber scene. We exchange a few e-mails and He informed me that he has quite the collection of gear inviting me to enjoy it with him for a long weekend in his play room advising me to fast from solid food for 24 hours before hand followed with a good enema clean out before I left for his place. Looking forward to a hot mutual play session I put my catsuit in my back pack, eager to be wearing it in his company. My suit is a total coverage one with attached feet, gloves and hood, entered by a shoulder to shoulder zip that runs over the top of the fitted hood. The hood has two small tubes fitting into my nose and a moulded mouth opening that can take a plug or ball gag. The eye holes have pepper pot type openings restricting my vision. The only opening in the suit is a hole lined with an "o" ring for my cock and balls to fit thru which is covered by a removable cod piece. The suit was custom made for me recently, fitting me comfortably tight, and this would be my first opportunity to be playing in it with a partner, I put on my old camos and laced up my 20 hole Rangers and grabbed my leather jacket and headed over to his place on my motorcycle.

When I arrived he answered the door looking very hot with his shaved head wearing his rubber jeans and tank top with a hot pair of 20 hole Rangers just like the ones I was wearing laced tight on his legs. He led me downstairs into a well equipped basement and after a few hugs he told me to strip down. Then he went to a closet and started pulling out some hot looking rubber gear. He now got serious and ordered me to bend over and proceeded to insert a metal butt plug up my ass. This plug was just big enough for me to take without too much discomfort. It had some wires attached to the outside end which he led up my back to my neck.

I then pulled my catsuit from the backpack, he was very pleased with the sight of total coverage gear. The suit was well lubed and he helped me pull it on, carefully pulling my cock and balls thru the opening and leading the wires from the butt plug up my back inside the suit to the top of my head. I worked my arms into the tight sleeves pushing my hands firmly into the attached gloves and working out the air pockets so that each glove fit snugly. He then took the slider of each shoulder zipper and pulled them together, up the sides of my neck and as I worked the tubes in the hood into my nose he pulled the sliders together at the top of my shaved head feeding the wires out the small gap left between them, the hood was now zippered tightly closed and I was surprised to hear the sound of a small lock joining the sliders and effectively sealing me in the suit and preventing any access to the weighty butt plug filling my ass. This hood's small tubes now fitting inside my nose, and the moulded mouth opening was soon plugged with a ball gag now being tightly strapped around my head and locked effectively limiting my speech to grunts and mumbles. I was then ordered to pull on my boots lacing them snugly over the legs of the catsuit.

When I completed this task I stood there really enjoying the feeling of now being locked inside my tight rubber suit. He then took a thick rubber body harness and strapped it on my body, a tight strap up my crotch forcing the butt plug home, and my cock and balls were not so gently pulled thru an "o"ring on the front, and to complete the harness a high stiff posture collar was locked around my neck.

My erect cock now attesting to my pleasure at what I have been experiencing. The collar was a new experience for me, it now became difficult for me to make any movement of my head and I could no longer look down. Looking at my cock he said he'd have to do something about that. He left the room and came back holding a metal object in one hand and a large piece of ice in the other. Holding up the metal object for me to see, he explained that it was a locking chastity device that would tightly contain my soon to be flaccid cock and balls and proceeded to ice my member shrinking it enough so that he then forced it and my balls into the container, carefully closing it and locking it shut, painfully compressing my boys in this inescapable container.

I was now feeling pretty good and getting very horny but my poor cock could not expand inside its steel chamber and the weight of it was immediate apparent when he released his grip and let it hang there. He was now laughing at his work,as I was now fully trapped in the gear and totally in his control and enjoying my helplessness.

He had more gear for me now as he held up a heavy rubber straight jacket and ordered me to put my arms into the sleeves and proceeded to pull the straps tight across my back and thru my crotch and then crossing my sleeved arms over my chest and buckling them tightly behind my back. There were "d" rings fitted to the shoulder belts of the body harness I was now wearing under the straight jacket, and these fit thru openings on the shoulder of the straight jacket (I was soon to learn how these were to be used.)

I stood there now sweating testing the tightness of the jacket while he locked steel shackles around my boots attached to each other by a spreader bar, then taking a chain attached at the mid point of the spreader bar he ordered me to bend my knees as he locked the other end of this chain to my steel chastity cup which forced me to stand in a semi-squat position as any attempt to straighten up would result in a very painful pull on my caged cock and balls. I tried to protest, but my plugged mouth only allowed for unintelligible grunts.

Now he placed kneepads on each of my legs and ordered me to kneel which I awkwardly did carefully trying not to put any tension on the chain attached to my cock cage, the posture collar holding my head stiffly erect adding to the difficulty of the movement. As I knelt there he hooked a chain to each of the "d" rings on my shoulders and pulling them snug he attached them to eye bolts in the ceiling., explaining how I would be able to semi-stand or kneel but not be able to sit. Finally he took the wires which were attached to the metal butt plug (now feeling heavy and huge) and plugged them into wires running down the chains from the ceiling. He then stood back after checking the tightness of the straps on the straight jacket and locking each one of them closed.

I was feeling restless in my helpless state, waves of uncertainty filling my mind as I wondered what I had gotten myself into but still anticipating some hot mutual action with this man. Next he ordered me to stand up, somewhat difficult but I managed not to hurt myself as I got into the semi-squat position. He pointed to a telephone hanging on the wall in front of me and said he would now demonstrate the uniqueness of the steel butt plug forced up my ass and held tightly in place by the crotch straps.

Taking a cell phone from a pouch on his belt, he dialed a number and the wall phone in front of me started to ring and as each ring sounded my butt plug vibrated thru the duration of each ring. This was feeling really good and then he hung up and the vibration stopped. He then explained another feature, yes the vibrations would continue as long as the phone was ringing, but if a ring should be cut off there was another surprise in-store for me.

He demonstrated this as he dialed the number again and the vibrations began but during the third ring he hung up before the ring completed and there was an instant electric shock delivered to my butt plug causing me to drop to my knees letting out a loud muffled grunt at this unexpected unpleasantness.

He was enjoying this laughing at my predicament, ordering me to stand back up, I struggled to my feet breathing heavily, saliva running from my ball gagged mouth. As I stood there he walked away returning with a leather belt in his hand and began slapping my ass with it. He gave me a few good wacks bringing tears to my eyes. He hugged me then and said that he was going out and would be gone all day.

I frantically grunted my pleas for him to not leave me like this and as he walked away I shuffled walked after him attempting to make my pleas intelligible through the ball gag until the shoulder chains pulled me up short. He turned back, reached down and grabbed the spreader bars joining my leg irons and pulled my feet off the floor, my caged balls painfully yanked by the action, all my weight now on the suspension chains pulling the crotch strap of the harness even tighter.

As I struggled to get my booted feet back under me, he left the room and went back upstairs saying he would be certain to call often to keep me entertained and oh some of his friends would also be making a few calls too.

I was having mixed feelings now, breathing heavily with my exertions of trying to get my feet back under me and my weight off the shoulder chains to relieve some of the pressure of the crotch strap. The tight rubber all over my body, it's smell and the sounds it made as I struggled to move, the sweat running down my back , the helplessness of my bondage all were turning me on as the painful confines of my steel cup indicated. but the awkwardness of my bondage was causing me some discomfort and the anxiety of the anticipated butt plug shocks was adding to my concerns.

Being left alone I hadn't expected, being bound and restrained in some one's company would be an exciting pleasure, left alone and helpless would now be a miserable endurance testing. I finally managed to get my legs back under me and I now stood in my semi-crouched position sweating heavily, my layered rubber now squishing with each movement as I struggled within the straight jacket. I wasn't enjoying this damn posture collar and the ball gag locked on my mouth was pissing me off.

How long will I be kept like this, surely only a few hours I was thinking. My legs were getting tired now standing in this semi-squat stance and each time I attempted to stand up forgetting the chain linking the spreader bar to my steel contained cock and balls the painful pull on them forced another grunt out of me.

This was no longer fun, the steel butt plug was feeling heavy and I was both dreading when the ringing phone would activate the electric shock feature and yet eager for the vibrating pleasure it would also produce. Time dragged on, my legs ached, I wanted desperately to move my arms but the tight confines of the straight jacket prevent this. The weight of the locked steel chastity container constantly dragging at my balls adding to what was becoming a misery.

Then the phone began ringing, the amazing sensation as my butt plug began vibrating in sequence immediately got my mind off of the discomfort of my bondage. It continued to ring again and again, my cock trying to respond but painfully contained had no room for an erection. The phone stopped after the 5th ring leaving me begging for more but still apprehensive of the potential for an electric shock. After a while it began to ring again and again and then suddenly stopped into the next ring producing the sudden shock causing me to almost fall to my knees.

Immediately it began ringing again, this time it kept on maybe 10 times and the vibrating plug felt fantastic and then it stopped. Nothing happened for a long time and my legs were becoming too tired holding this semi-squat stance when it started ringing again only to be cut short by the 5th ring jolting me with another shock forcing me to drop to my knees as I cried out a muffled shout. The phone then continued to ring in a series of 4 or more rings always with the last ring interrupted producing a continuing series of shocks. My body was trembling and I was soaked in my sweat while I moaned in reaction to my pleasure and pain.

I began thrashing around in frustration, the posture collar feeling particularly unpleasant, why the fuck did he have to lock that damn thing on me. I was now feeling pretty miserable, trembling each time the phone began to ring, I began crying in helpless frustration as there was no let up, the endless ringing keeping me horny as the plug vibrated almost always followed by the jolt of another shock. The rest of this day dragged on, there was no relief, I felt miserably uncomfortable and only wanted out.

Chapter 2

This day is going on forever, this bondage is driving me crazy, when the hell is he coming back, I'm pissed off and now struggling futilely in this rubber bondage, I am hot, soaked in sweat, miserable, tired and aching in all this gear, the ball gag and posture collar are now almost unbearable, saliva pouring out of my mouth, and the damn telephone keeps ringing and I am trembling in expectation of the now unending pending shocks.

It's been ringing without interruption, the butt plug has been constantly vibrating now driving me crazy with unsatisfied pleasure, I groan and squirm as the rubber squeaks and resists my straining trying to find a comfortable position within my limited range of movement. The phone keeps on ringing. I can't stand it as my confined cock presses tightly within the steel cup unable to find release.

And then I hear footsteps approaching, he is back and has someone with him. The posture collar prevents me from turning my head to see as they get closer. They are laughing and I hear an unfamiliar voice addressing my friend as Master. My friend calls him boi and orders him to get me up into my crouch like stance. All this time the phone keeps ringing and my butt plug keeps vibrating, suddenly the ringing is interrupted and another shock jolts me but boi is holding me keeping me from dropping to my knees.

I am mumbling pleas to my friend for some relief but he ignores them and orders boi to take that belt he had use on me hours ago and strap my ass with it until I stopped my grunted protests. Boi's strokes are tentative at first but my friend warns him to put some enthusiasm into it or suffer the same treatment from him. I am still trying to shout out pleas for release hopelessly still gagged. Each slap of the belt causes me to groan and I am warned by him that the beating will continue until I am silent. He tells the boi to step it up as he wants to see tears.

I am now sobbing as my rubbered ass is stinging from the blows, I bite down tightly on the ball gag trying not to make a sound yet I still make uncontrollable grunts with every stroke. Finally, with my eyes tearing from the pain I manage to endure the next two strokes without making a sound. He now hugs me and and says that he is really enjoying the sight of his packaged rubber slave. What the hell is he saying, what does he mean, I never intended to be his slave, this was just going to be a weekend play session.

He continues telling me that I will be staying locked in my rubber gear for the next two days and that if I behave and follow all his instructions he will permit me to remove my gear for a shower and toilet break for only two half hour periods during this weekend. This of course means that the butt plug will not be accessible while I am locked in my catsuit, but don't worry it will now be under the remote control of a portable devise he will be carrying and only used to correct my attitude as needed. It will require me to wear a small battery pack to provide it with power.

Now I have never worn my catsuit longer than 20 hours and knowing what those last couple of hours felt like I understood that there were going to be some more very uncomfortable hours ahead of me. He now takes my head between his hands, takes hold of the lock keeping the ball gag on me, releases it and then unstraps the ball gag. In gratitude for this relief I start thanking him and plead for him to remove the posture collar. He answers this with a sharp slap to my hooded face ordering me to shut up and only speak when told to. Now laughing he tells me that since the posture collar is part of the body harness I am wearing under the straight jacket, that there is no way that it is coming off any time soon. He and the boi are now standing in front of me where I can now see them thru the pin hole eye openings of my hood.

He is wearing a catsuit with a bulging cod piece, gloved but not hooded, his legs again encased in those 20 hole Rangers I first saw him in hours ago. His boi is in a black Aquala drysuit, his legs inside heavy black rubber hip boots, his hands inside of thick industrial rubber gloves, his head hooded in rubber, around his waist is locked a wide thick rubber belt. He tells the boi to get me some water and he quickly walks out of my line of sight and I hear the sound of running water. Returning, the boi holds a jug to my mouth and starts to pour it. I have to lean my upper body back as the posture collar prevents me from tilting my head, still much of the water is spilling down my body. I greedily gulp down as much as I can needing to replace all that I sweated out during this long day.

Once I have had my fill, he approaches and orders me to kneel , dropping his cod piece revealing his cock erect inside a rubber sheath. He then grabs hold of my head and thrusts his member into my waiting mouth, taking me by surprise I at first gag for breath as he starts pumping his hips again and again ramming his cock deep ordering me to get sucking. The taste of rubber is strong as I frantically try to please him. with a great gasp he starts to cum grabbing my head tighter as he thrust harder and harder. I am having trouble getting a breath as his body presses closed the breathing tubes in my nose. Finally he releases my head with a sigh of pleasure and after standing in front of me silently for several minutes, unhooks the chains attached to the "d" rings of my body harness and unplugs the wires entering my suit.

Now with these chains removed it is possible for me to sit down which he orders boi to help me do. I lean back into the bois arms then slide my leg ironed boots forward as far as the chain connecting my locked steel chastity container to the spreader bar permits. Finally sitting on my plugged butt gives my tired leg muscles a rest. He now reaches down and releases this chain from the spreader bar and orders the boi to sit down with his back to me in front of my spread legs then taking the chain he locks it to a "d" ring attached to the boi's wide belt. Now the boi and I are linked by the chain which is less that two feet long. He now orders both of us to stand up, the boi can easily manage this as his arms and legs are not restrained, but I am helpless bound tight in the straight jacket with my legs shackled to the spreader bar it is impossible for me to do this. As the boi starts to stand the chain joining us together jerks tight and I yell in pain as it pulls tightly at my encased cock and balls.

The boi drops back down in reaction.

My friend again slaps my face telling me he hasn't given me permission to speak. He then tells the boi to figure out a way to get both of us standing now. The boi sitting in front of me slides back tight against me and reaches his arms back to hug around my sides and rocks forward so I am leaning against him, and after a few tries succeeds to roll both of us to one side permitting me to pull my extended legs back enough for both of us to rock up onto our knees and together managing to stand up. We are both breathing heavily from this exertion and sweating freely. I am so fucking helpless in this straight jacket with my legs locked with this spreader bar, if only he would remove these leg restraints, but I don't dare speak.

My friend now says you two are now going to spend the night joined by that chain, my boi had better think about how all his movement will affect the rubber slave he leads around. I am dreading the hours ahead anticipating the continuous discomfort and pain. It is frustrating to have this hot rubber suited boi so close in front of me that I can feel his body heat yet I am unable to hug him, and with his back to me he is unable to hug me.

My friend (I am now doubting this title since he started calling me his rubber slave) leaves us for a while and returns with a couple of protein shakes with drinking straws handing them to the boi and ordering him to feed me. The boi easily drinks one and then backing tight against me holds it to my mouth but the posture collar is preventing me from tilting my head back and I can't get the straw in my mouth. He commands the boi to stop, then coming over to me he fits the straw into my mouth. I eagerly swallow this needed food. We are next given bottles of water and the process is repeated. He then gives us permission to talk to each other once he leaves and warns me that I am not permitted to speak to him without permission. He then leaves us and hopes we have an entertaining night. The two of us are standing there the boi still backed tightly against me.

I am tired and hurting in this tight gear, my skin feeling itchy inside my sweaty catsuit, the only relief I have had all day was from the removal of the ball gag, but now my tender cock and ball-sack is aching inside the steel container and being chained to boi, at at his mercy whenever he moves. Boi starts speaking to me now, I learn that he too is wearing a full catsuit under the Aquala dry suit which is now filling with his piss and sweat and that his hood is attached to it. He complains that the boots are heavy and clumsy and the thick industrial gloves he is wearing are attached to the suit and make it difficult to use his hands.

Tough shit I tell him, I have this fucking steel butt plug up my ass, I am locked in a tight chastity device with a tight body harness attached to this fucking miserable posture collar and everything is topped off with this rubber straight jacket which is locked tight on me. I've been in this gear since early this morning getting my ass shocked all day. Now my balls are chained to boi's belt leaving me victim to your every move. Boi tells me he has something to show me and starts to walk toward a metal door in the far wall.

I awkwardly shuffle behind him enjoying the sight of this rubber boi in his big boots. When we reach the door boi lifts the bar holding it shut and pulls it open. In the dim light I see in one corner of a cell like room a steel bared cage about 3 feet high and wide and maybe 4 feet long. I spend most of my days in that cage while master is out at work, he says and if I have been bad he keeps me in that. Boi pointed to a narrow vertical cage which looked to be less than 2 feet square and 6 feet high, not much larger than a gym locker. Boi then added that he was always wearing full rubber and has been master's boi for several months, so my few hours of bondage didn't impress him, and told me to suck it up and get use to it.

I asked what do you mean.

Laughing, boi said do you think that master is going to let his new rubber slave out of that gear anytime soon? I'm nobody's rubber slave I shouted. Then he gave a sharp jerk to the chain bringing home to me instantly the helplessness of my condition. And what do you think you can do about it he said?

Boi said he has willingly submitted to be Master's toy and liked the idea of a new rubber slave in the house, someone now beneath him in status, someone Master would let him jerk around by the balls. I was now scared, I said I just was looking for a long weekend's play, get off, get out of the gear have a shower, I had no expectation of being forced to become someone's rubber slave. Boi then put his arm over my shoulder and said quietly, do you really think you have a choice you fucking hot looking helpless bundle of bound rubber?

Reaching behind himself boi takes hold of the chain giving it a sharp pull and leads me out of the cell. I am so tired now and want to lay down I start to plead with boi and he replies that once on the floor we are staying on the floor for the rest of this night. Boi tells me to kneel and sit back on my haunches while he remains standing and backs up close to me then lifting his left leg he swings it back and over my head and down to the floor as he pivots his body to now face me with the chain joining my cock cage to the back of his belt now passing under his crotch between his legs. Now he takes hold of my shoulders and lowers me down to the floor telling me to extend my shackled legs out as he then lays on top of me our hooded faces touch.

He takes hold of my head and presses the mouth opening of his hood against mine and we eagerly start kissing. The weight of his body is pressing the buckles on the back of my straight jacket hard into me as he starts to pump his hips vigorously against me. the chain is being jerked tight with his movements and I try to plead with him to ease up but he shoves the fingers of his heavy glove into my mouth. Boi is desperate to cum but the two layers of rubber gear incasing him is frustrating these efforts yet he keeps trying until hot and exhausted he just collapses on me his gasping hot breath in my face.

Putting his hand behind my shoulder he gently rolls both of us onto our sides, telling me this is the only bit of comfort we can get this night, our hot rubbered bodies pressed close like this. I ask him to please place his other arm under my head to lessen the discomfort the posture collar is causing while on my side. Boi gently presses his hooded mouth against mine and as we kiss he slides his arm in place.

Chapter 3

The night has passed so slowly, I could not sleep, I am so uncomfortable and my body aches from laying immobile on the hard floor. I don't like the continuos weight of my steel butt plug and the tightness of the straight jacket has cramped my arms. My sweat filled catsuit is feeling cold and itchy. Boi seems to have managed far better than me in getting some sleep. His uncontrolled movements thru the night caused the chain linking my cock cage to his belt to jerk my balls painfully and I had to keep trying to adjust my position to lessen the discomfort.

The sound of my friend's approaching footsteps ( I will not call him Master) promised some relief in my bondage. He was still wearing the same gear he had on yesterday (I hoped he too had slept in it). Coming over to us he booted boi in the ass and ordered him to get us both on our feet. The groggy boi stirred, pushed one arm under me and wrapping me with the other and as I bent my knees to get my boots under me he got to his feet pulling me with him. My friend reached to the back of boi's belt and released the chain which had joined us together. Pushing boi to one side, he next unlocked the steel chastity container finally freeing my much abused cock and balls. The relief I felt at this moment was fantastic, I could almost forget the discomfort of the tight harness, collar and straight jacket I have been wearing for what must now be almost 24 hrs. I wanted to thank him but was afraid to speak without his permission. He said I trust my rubber slave is feeling better now, here is a little reward for you,.. hey boi get down on your knees and service this slave's cock.

Boi quickly dropped to his knees in front of me and and taking tight hold of my butt, he took my now erecting sore cock into his mouth. As he worked his mouth and tongue pulling my hips tight against his head working my butt plugged ass I was ecstatic, eager to get off but hoping to prolong the experience. Boi was very good, taking me to the edge and easing off several times, driving me crazy as I began pumping my hips hard against his hooded face and finally I exploded with a loud series of moans and grunts as my cock pumped it's load into boi's eager mouth. As I tried to pull away boi continued to suck driving me nuts in the almost painful pleasure.

Boi sat back on his booted heels, while both of us breathed heavily. God now I wanted out of the gear, some relief from my tight bondage, standing there spent, tired sweating. My friend now gives us water and after I finish drinking, he comes up behind me and removes the locks and undoes the straps holding on my straight jacket, straightening my stiff arms now tingling at the relief of the cramped pressure. He pulls the jacket off me leaving me feeling cold standing there still in the tight body harness over my catsuit.

He orders boi to rub my arms and body to get the circulation going. This feels great having boi looking so hot in his Aquala drysuit heavy hip boots and thick gloves rubbing my arms and torso. I can't resist and I hug him in gratitude, he hugs me and presses his hooded face against mine and we thrust our tongues into each other's mouth. My friend now grabs boi and orders him to go to his cage now. A chastened boi quickly heads over to the steel door and goes into the cell. My friend now turns to me and says you are not to act without my permission, he then stands behind me and attaches a large, heavy metal pack to the back of my harness and then plugs in the wires which run from my butt plug up inside my catsuit and out the top of my hood into this box. This is the power pack and remote receiver that now controls your butt plug he says. It can also be activated by switches built into it, so anyone can come up to you and play with it, like this...I am suddenly zapped with an electric shot and unwittingly moan in distress which immediately earns me another painful jolt, again I moan and again I get jolted but this time I keep silent.

He then bends down and removes the spreader bar from my steel ankle restraints, then the knee pads and orders me to go to boi's cell. I enter the cell and see boi sitting cramped in the confines of his floor cage with the padlock locked. I am then pushed backwards into the tight confines of the standing cage, my shoulders press tight against the bars and as he closes the door he orders me to place my gloved hands between the bars as he locks it shut. Reaching for a pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall he snaps them shut over my wrists pining them outside the cage and preventing me from touching my exposed cock. He now goes over to boi's cage ordering him to press his hooded face against the bars, then dropping his cod piece he shoves his cock into boi's mouth ordering him to suck him off quickly.

With the difficulty imposed on him by the bars, boi is really working hard to satisfy his master. Finally with an enthusiastic shout he pumps his load into boi's mouth, and reaching into the cage he pats boi's head. He now hands boy the remote control box for my butt plug. He tells him that rubber slave is his to play with and if boi can get him to cum using the remote control, boi would be freed from the cage and permitted to get out of his Aquala drysuit and take a shower. Now looking at me he says rubber slave you do not have my permission to cum and you will punished if you disobey me. He leaves us now shutting the cell door behind him.

Standing wedged in this cage is worse than being in the straight jacket, I have nowhere to move, for as I tire of standing and slouch down my knees press painfully against the bars. My hands are helpless locked outside the bars. Boi speaks to me, I'm sorry to do this to you but I want out of here and need to get out of this piss filled suit. He then pushes a switch on the remote and my butt plug vibrates intensely as I sigh in the pleasurable sensation. He keeps it up for a while as my cock grows erect. I plead with him to ease off as I am in dread of my threatened punishment, but boi is as desperate for release as I am in my fear.

Again and again he pushes the vibration control while I squirm around in my cage trying to blot out the pleasure my ass is feeling with the painfulness of my cramped confines. Boi now jolts me with a shock, and then another before reactivating the vibrator. I am squirming in the cage now, the torment of the shocks and vibrator keeping my cock erect as I try to distract myself with the discomfort of my tight confines. I shout out to boi calling him an ass hole begging him to stop but he calls me a fucking rubber slave and will make me shoot my load under his control. Boi then sets the vibrator going and cycles back and forth between it and the shocks as I moan in mixed pleasure and pain he shouts you're a lowly piece of shit rubber slave and you are never getting free of that gear.

I am calling him a cock sucking cunt and frantically beg him to stop as I am now about ready to explode, but he gives me one long blast of the vibrator and I helplessly start to shoot as the little bastard jolts me with a series of shocks as I scream in the orgasm. I collapse tight against the bars my cum puddled on the floor now as the pleasure fades boi gives me a few more short shocks as I plead with him to let up, he's won his release. The cage is painful now, there is no way to relieve the pressure of the tight confines, no way to be comfortable. Boi says he's sorry for my plight and that the cage I am locked in only feels worse as the hours pass.

What I gasp do you mean by hours? He now laughingly says better you then me, I've been punished in it all day a few times, but now I do what I am told to avoid it.

Hey boi, now that you have fucked me over and set me up for more punishment when do you think you are going to be let out of that cage? Boi replies I trust my Master to be checking on us within an hour and then getting the fuck out of this rank drysuit and into a shower.

What about that catsuit you are wearing inside that Aquala, are you getting out of it too I ask? Well no boi answers that's staying on as master demands.

We are left alone for some time, boi playfully activating the remote to shock my ass more frequently then he uses the vibrator. I am pleading with him to stop as I squirm hopelessly in the tight cage as this sadistic little bastard keeps tormenting me. He is now trying to get me to cum again, but I am so drained I don't believe he will succeed.

Boi now says if I can make you cum again Master would undoubtedly double your punishment, he doesn't look kindly on a disobedient rubber slave. With that boi just holds down the switch of the vibrator, the endless pulsing soon driving me crazy as my cock again responds and my erection grows. I am thrashing against the bars screaming at him to stop, I am jolted with a quick shock and more vibration again and again then beyond my control I shoot my load just as the cell door swings open and my friend steps in. I am sobbing in frustration and fearful of him now.

He silently unlocks boi's cage ordering him out he tells him to lick up my cum from the floor. Boi quickly kneels down and struggles to lick up the mess. Once he is finished he is told to go and remove the Aquala suit, wash it out and take a shower, nothing is said to me as he turns and leaves the cell shutting the steel door. I am in pain from this confinement, I am hungry and tired, I can hardly move and there is no way to get in any comfortable position. I am afraid to voice a protest or shout out any pleas for release expecting more intense punishment if I do so.

Nothing happens for a long time and I am suffering, this cage is brutal, I am desperate to get out, crap I'll call him Master, I'll surrender to being his rubber slave...no, not that, there is no way I want that. Finally the cell door opens and he walks in carrying a tall protein shake and a steel slave collar with chain. You have permission to speak rubber slave. I thank him and start to plead to get out of the cage. He warns me not to plead for release.

I immediately say how hot he looks and that I only want to please him but I never consented to being a rubber slave. He laughs and says that my consent has nothing to do with it, He makes the decision, and from now on I must address him as Master. We are friends I protest, I can't call you Master. He looks at me saying suit yourself and enjoy that cage then turns and walks out the door. Wait...MMMmaster, I'm sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. The door slams shut and I curse myself for being such a stupid fool, I am sobbing in my misery now, half collapsed against the bars of my cage.

Slowly time passes painfully, the posture collar is killing me and the heavy butt plug is now an unbearable weight. My suit is filled with my sweat and feeling grotty and my eyes are stinging from it. The tightness of the harness in my crotch is annoying, I'll do what ever he wants just for some relief, hell I'll agree to anything even to being his rubber slave just so I can get out of here, but once I am free of this bondage there is no way I will submit.

Again the door swings open, this time as he steps toward me I say thank you master for returning. Following behind him is boi, now just wearing his full hooded catsuit with fist mitts locked on his wrists and a rubber tail sticking out of his butt, his cock and balls rubber sheathed, his hip boots have been replaced with tall rubber lace up ones. Master is again carrying the steel slave collar with chain and a large protein drink which I hungrily crave.

How are you now my pathetic rubber slave? So relieved to see you..Master I gulp. Slowly he unlocks my cuffed hands, then the door of my cage and as he swings it open my weakened legs collapse as I fall forward, boi reaching out to catch me between his fist mitted paws pulling me from the cage and laying me on my back. Master now orders boi to 69 me. Boi straddles my head and shoves his rubber cock into my mouth then goes down on my flaccid cock which has nothing left to reach climax.

Boi's rubber cock fills my mouth as I start to suck in rhythm to his pumping hips,The smell of his rubber catsuit is strong as he presses against me again and again, cutting off my breathing tubes, I am struggling for air as he is sucking my semi erect cock. Master says to me that this is my last chance to cum for a long time so go for it. But it is impossible for me even as boi suddenly pumps harder and begins to moan and jerk in an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy collapsing on me his rubbered crotch sealing off my air, his rubber sheath cock still in my mouth, I can't breathe and I am thrashing around trying to move him off my face as I panic, Master pulls him away, helps me sit up and after giving me time to catch my breath offers me the much needed protein drink.

I finish it while he is unlocking the shackles that have been on my boots since yesterday morning. He pulls me to my feet and with boi following he leads me out the door carrying the steel slave collar and chain, down a short hall to a tiled corner with an overhead shower and toilet. Now slave don't speak until I tell you. Master slowly begins removing the heavy metal back pack and unplugs the wires leading into my suit, and in relief I hear the sound of the opening lock on the posture collar and body harness. Soon he has these unbuckled and as he removes them I am feeling such a freedom from my endless discomfort that it's a pleasure to just be wearing my hot and sweaty catsuit.

Master then unlocks the zippers at the top of my hood and slowly pulls them down and across my shoulders. The air on my skin feels wonderful and cool. Master takes the steel slave collar and placing it around my neck I start to resist as he locks it closed, but boi grabs on to me pinning my arms to my sides while Master attaches the chain to an eye bolt in the shower wall. Now he begins pealing the suit off my body, turning on the overhead shower and working the warm water down into it. The lower portion of the suit is slowly filling. I am still wearing my 20 hole Rangers so there is no way that this suit is coming off now.

Master gets the suit down below my ass and orders me to squat and proceeds to pull out the butt plug. What a relief, my poor ass is hurting from wearing it this long. Leading me over to the toilet he makes me bend over sticks one end of a hose into my rectum and begins pouring water into the funnel attached to the other end giving me a good clean out, repeating the process several times. Now he takes me back under the shower for a quick rinse leaving me there with my catsuit hanging down my legs as he goes out of the the room for a few minutes returning carrying something made out of metal.

Master orders boi to stand behind me and pin my arms down. I am feeling apprehensive as he holds up what looks to be a pair of steel mens' briefs. He begins to explain that these are steel chastity shorts made by Latowski ordered to fit boi, but as I am close in size to boi I will have the pleasure of trying them out. They are hinged at the crotch and he now slides them between my struggling legs, the back piece fits snugly against my ass which boi holds in place with his body pressing against mine as master works my cock into the internal chamber of the front piece and snaps it closed joining the two parts at the waist. He quickly locks it together now imprisoning me in it. It is a bit tight on me and but not uncomfortable.

Boi releases my arms and I promptly touch this new chastity device. There is no way I can even touch my cock and no possibility of getting myself out of it. I reach around behind and notice a big enough opening to permit toilet visits, it restricts any twisting movements I try to make Master laughs in delight at the perplexed look on my face. You will have to piss sitting down now, so that cod piece opening on your catsuit will be useless. From now on as long as you are in your suit you will be pissing in it, and you will remain locked in this chastity belt unable to cum until you willingly accept your destiny as my rubber slave.

He now begins to pull the wet suit up my body squirting lubricant on to my skin as he works me into it. I reluctantly force each arm into a tight sleeve, working my fingers into the gloves. Master then pulls the suit over my shoulders unlocks and removes my steel slave collar and slowly pulls the zippers closed up over my now hooded head as I just manage to get the nose tubes in place, ordering boi to hold on to me he quickly again locks the two zipper sliders together at the top of my head and again locks the slave collar around my neck. I am now told to sit down and I am sort of forced to sit upright by the chastity belt.

Then Master lifts my legs allowing the water that has drained into them to flow toward my head as I lay down on my back. Holding my legs high this water starts to leak out the shoulder zippers and he keeps me in this position until the flow ceases. I am allowed to stand, and master now releases the end of the chain from the eye bolt in the wall and now locks it to a collar he places around boi's neck. He leads us back to the main room and finding my cod piece, snaps it back on my suit.

Now slave as a demonstration of my serious intent I will take the only keys to that chastity belt and mail them later tonight to myself, that will mean about 5 days before they get back to me, 5 days that you know you will remain in that belt but I intend to leave it on you much longer than that.

I start to protest, he grabs my neck chain and kicks me in my groin the blow lessened by the steel of the chastity belt but the force doubling me over. Listen to me you fucking rubber slave, every time you fuck up means more days locked in that chastity belt and you are not getting out of it until you convince me that you willingly accept your status as my rubber slave. He pushes me back against the wall and taking my arm he stretches it up and grabbing hold of a maniacal attached there he closes it around my wrist, then grabs my other arm and repeats the action. Boi now sits at my feet both of us now restrained an unable to move anywhere.

Master walks away now saying we will be going out later tonight so rest up. Fuck now what have I gotten into, my big mouth has gotten me almost hanging by my wrists my boots just barely flat on the floor, this is the shits, and what the fuck is he saying about keeping me in this chastity belt, he can't seriously be going to keep it locked on me.

Chapter 4

Boi stands up and moves in close against me where I am pinned helpless against the wall. He looks so fucking hot in his gear and I tell him he really turns me on. He answers rubbing his body tight against mine, our rubber suits squeaking with the contact, I dig you too slave he whispers as he presses his hooded head to mine and we kiss.

Boi then wraps his legs around mine, hugging me with his fist mitted hands and starts to rub his rubber sheathed cock against me, humping me like the pup he looks like in his butt plugged tail. It feels so good to be hugged by him. My steel chastity belt/briefs feel good on me, I am enjoying the sensation of my ass contained in the steel pressing against me, getting horny but unable to feel any sensation on my enclosed cock, I like being locked in them but feel frustrated at not being able to get an erection with my cock sealed in unable to be touched.

We are kissing intensely and lost in the erotic feeling of our two catsuited bodies pressed together. Boi is now rapidly humping against me as Master returns and grabs boi by the chain attached to his collar pulling him away from me. Then unhooking the chain from boi he drags and shoves him against the wall face first. He then takes boi's left arm and ordering him to stand up on his toes he hooks the "d" ring on his locked fist mitted hand to an eye bolt on the wall and then grabbing his other arm he stretches it up and hooks it to another one, leaving boi pressed against the wall straining to stand on his toes with his arms stretched taunt.

Boi is moaning and begging master for forgiveness. Screw you boi master says, try fucking the wall for a few hours. I'm taking the rubber slave out for a while, enjoy your punishment. Boi is whimpering and pleading, please Master don't leave me like this, please put me in the cage. Master ignores him and turning to me he releases my arms and attaches the end of the chain from my collar to a "d" ring on the wide belt he is now wearing. He has changed into a pair of rubber riding boots, but he is still wearing his cod piece catsuit and has added a rubber motorcycle jacket. Man he looks hot!

He produces an "o" gag, shoves it into my mouth filling it and keeping it forced open, then secures it's strap around my head with a lock. With a pull on my lead chain I follow him across the room and up the stairs, while poor boi's whimpers fade behind us. I am lead outside into the night to Master's parked truck. I feel the cold thru my tight rubber skin and shiver a bit. I am ordered into the truck as Master follows. He starts it and we are soon driving and the cab slowly warms. We are heading toward an industrial part of the city.

After a few miles he turns in behind some warehouse type buildings and parks next to a group of other vehicles, reaching under the seat he picks up a pair of hinged handcuffs and locks them on my wrists. He opens the door and pulls me out behind him and I feel the cold as I leave the warm cab. It is quite dark, and I have difficulty in seeing thru the small pin holes of my hood. I am lead along down an alley to a cross street and up to a postal box. Now he turns to me and pulling an envelop from an inside pocket of his jacket says here are the only keys to your Latowski chastity belt/briefs, I am mailing them to myself from this particular mail drop because that don't pick up from here until Monday afternoon, and today is Saturday so you know that I have no intension or means of letting you out of them this weekend, and I don't expect to get them back until Friday.

He drops the envelop into the box. A moment of panic fills me at the realization of what he just said. I want to voice a protest but I dare not try to speak fearing more discipline. I am feeling very vulnerable and humiliated now out on the street shivering in my catsuit, cuffed, wearing a slave collar and being lead like a dog. Master now tugs at the chain and leads me back the way we have come. As I walk I am constantly conscious of the steel chastity belt/brief locked to my body, my movements a little stiff as my buttocks move within the confines of the device and the constant presence of the steel passing thru my crotch makes me walk with my legs spread a bit further apart. I am feeling great in it now, but I am fearful of being in it for the next 6 days.

We stop at a door in one of the large rundown buildings. Master knocks, a peep hole opens followed by the door swinging inwards being held by a head to toe fully rubbered man who welcomes Master with a nod. We enter a large room, music playing and everyone is in rubber gear. There is a group of men standing together at a bar, all of them have shaved heads, standing out against the blackness of all the rubber gear they are in. Every one of them is wearing a codpiece catsuit, gloves and boots, some lace up, some hip waders some in riding boots like Master.

At the feet of some of them and in other parts of the room are other rubbermen, all of these seem to be hooded, some are locked into straight jackets and body harnesses, there are several "pups" down on all fours wearing tail butt plugs, some of them are chained to the walls and iron posts throughout the room. Up behind the bar there are two men kneeling their gasmask covered heads and fist mitted hands locked in wooden stocks facing each other. The breathing hoses of each gasmask joined together to a common canister, heads and hands held fast, they squirm and are looking very uncomfortable in their predicament.

Master leads me up to the shaved headed group and they all greet him. They ask if I am his new boi. Master says no that I am his new rubber slave but haven't acknowledge my new state yet. The gathered men laugh. Beers are passed around, and Master hands me a bottle and gives me permission to drink up, we have to work on you getting that suit filled with your piss now, he says, then pulling open my cod piece he points out to the men the shine of the steel Latowski I am wearing, saying that this slave is not touching his own cock anytime soon.

Holding the bottle in my cuffed hands I stick it thru my hole gag and drink deeply. I am very tired and spread my legs to steady me as I finish the beer. Master hands me another and I slowly drink it. One of the shaved headed men talking to Master suggests they go over and sit down on one of the benches lining the wall and have a little contest. We can bet on which of our slaves can suck us off first, the losers can lick clean our boots. Master agrees to this ordering me to finish the beer, and then leads me over to the bench as several of the other men follow leading their bottom boys.

I have to piss, and resigning myself to pissing in my suit a warm stream of liquid is now running down my legs filling my boot encase rubber feet. Master and all the men sit down, pull open their cod pieces, all revealing rubber sheathed cocks.

Master orders me to my knees and take his sheathed cock in my mouth as the other rubbered slave boys are now doing.

Some one counts down ...3-2-1 Go. I quickly begin moving my head tight into Master's crotch, working my mouth, sucking in rhythm, while around me the slurping sounds of several eager slaves all frantic to get their Masters off first, rubber is squeaking and men are gasping and groaning. I am trying so hard and Master is now grunting but then next to us there is the unmistakable sound of a man in climax, and then another. I am desperate to not be the last one to succeed in satisfying his Master, I force my entire head back and forth stroking his cock rapidly and he at last lets out a series of uncontrollable gasps as his cock jerks in rhythm inside my mouth. Spent, he pulls out and I sit back on my haunches.

He then says to me you loser, I expect better of a rubber slave, you will be punished for this poor performance. I am frightened and humiliated. All of us "loser slaves" are now order to start licking the boots of the seated men. Master pulls my head forward and releases my "o" gagged mouth so that I can use my tongue properly on the waiting mens' boots. I am forced to spend the next hour crouched down on the floor licking clean a seemingly endless number of boots, all dirty, some very muddy. I am given water which helps clean my mouth and adds to the next stream of piss I am releasing into my suit.

I feel so fucking tired, the rubber suit is pulling and chaffing my body, I feel itchy all over, I am clammy with the piss and sweat. The steel chastity belt/briefs are not feeling that great as I crawl around to each pair of boots. Finally Master grabs my chain and dragging me to my feet takes me out to his truck. The cold night air hits me and I am shivering as we get in. I sit there with my head down, wrists still cuffed and manage to nod off as the the truck starts and we drive off.

I am jerked awake by a sharp pull on my chain as Master almost drags me out of the truck. I stumble behind him into the house and down the stairs to the basement. There the poor miserable boi is hanging from his wrist restraints, face against the wall, the toes of his booted feet hardly supporting him, his body is trembling in tired pain. He starts to sob and plea when he hears our footsteps behind him.

Master goes over to him and tenderly hugs him, He then orders me to place my cuffed hands under boi's ass to support him as Master releases each of boi's arms he falls backward as I hold him upright he is sobbing and thanking Master. Master takes one of boi's arm over his shoulder and boi places his other arm over mine, and slowly we walk him to the stairs and up to Master's bed room. We lower boi onto the rubber sheets. Master removes the chain from my collar and locks it to boi's collar, then locks the other end to the metal bed post. Slowly Master unlocks and removes boi's fist mitts, then calling me closer, unlocks my handcuffs. My wrist freedom is brief as he now pulls the sweaty fist mitts on my hands, locking them on me and orders me to go back down to the basement.

I obey promptly and master follows me down. I am taken over to another room I hadn't seen yet. In it there was a suspension harness, manacles hanging from the walls and ceiling, stocks, and to one side a steel bondage chair facing a mirrored wall. Master orders me to sit in it and as I comply, he begins to strap me in. First tight bands are fixed around my booted ankles and thighs, then each of my arms is strapped to the arms of the chair. A waist belt is tightened and my upper arms are strapped pulling them against the chair back. I can now hardly move but Master is not finished. He picks up a posture collar, I beg him not to put that on me, telling me to be silent he buckles it around my neck and than straps it to the high back of the chair. Now rubber slave this is your bed for the night, a suitable punishment for your failure to suck me off first, and as an added touch you will be wearing this gasmask.

He now holds a water bottle to my mouth and orders me to drink it all, saying I will be sweating plenty tonight as this room is near the furnace and gets fairly warm. I finish it all and ask for more, and Master obliges with another which I gulp down. Master then explains that the mask has a double breathing hose, one of which will be place inside my suit through the cock opening so that about 25% of my air will be pulled from inside my piss and sweat stinking suit, enough air managing to leak in thru my shoulder zippers. He now straps the mask over my hooded head, I now hear the sound of the flapper valve and smell the rubber smell of the mask.

Master is now taking one of the hoses, and working it into the cock and ball ring opening of my suit and I soon get a whiff of my rank piss and sweat as the suit presses against me as I inhale. Now he closes off the other tube and my next breath is all coming from inside the suit and it shrinks tight against me as I can't get enough air and I am panicking. Master opens it back up and I am rewarded with a complete breath, I continue to breathe deeply. Master now tells me to shout help in as loud a voice as possible. I comply, the sound partly muffled by the mask, He tells me to shout louder and I again let out a yell. He says that's much better.

I am now leaving you for the night, he is saying but there is a intercom connected to my bedroom, If you get into serious distress your shouts will be heard, but don't dare bother me just because you are feeling uncomfortable, you will serious regret it and be punished. I am scared now and the warm room is making me sweat, I can't move and the steel chastity belt/brief is really feeling constraining. I am so tired, my body is aching and my hooded catsuit is no longer feeling sexy, I can't stand being in it this long.

I've been wearing this gear since Friday morning and it's now early Sunday, maybe 40 hrs with only one partial shower break. My boots haven't been off my feet in all that time. I try to beg Master but he silences me by blocking the main breathing hose and the rank smell of my suit fills the mask in the partial breath I can only gasp. He releases it and I can breathe freely again but still smelling my piss and sweat.

Master now dims the lights, says sleep well and walks away. I am staring at my reflection in the mirror. A helpless rubber slave, no not slave, a rubberman, ( who the fuck am I kidding). I am tightly bound to this chair, masked, hooded locked in chastity and forced to breathe the rank air from inside my pissed in catsuit. My breathing sounding rhythmic in this gas mask, I sit here hoping for some sleep, the rest of this long miserable night ahead of me.

Chapter 5

This night is endless, I am helplessly bound in this chair. Sleep has been fitful I doze off then wake confused unable to move smelling the rubbery stink of my own sweat and piss inside this gasmask, I panic until I remember where I am and then as I see my reflection as a tightly bound rubberman in the mirror I start to get aroused and struggle against the straps holding me immobile, but my cock is unable to get hard within the constriction of my steel chastity belt/briefs and now I feel the pain and aches of being kept in this chair, the pressure on my ass of the steel locked on me.

I want to yell for help but don't dare. I can't take any additional punishment. I want out now, my sweaty catsuit is driving me crazy feeling like an itchy clammy prison but I am so horny being restrained like this. All I can do is strain my muscles against the straps and wiggle my gloved fingers inside the fist mitts, listening to the sounds of each breath in and out of the mask. I'm trapped waiting and waiting for this to end. I keep telling myself that today is the day I am getting out of here, just these last few hours until I can take off this catsuit, get cleaned up put on my camos jump on my motorcycle and go home.

But what is going to happen with this locked on chastity belt/brief? Master didn't really mail the only keys, oh fuck of course he did, the fucker is forcing me to come back here next Friday in order to get the damn things off of me. Crap, I'll be trapped in them and be unable to jerk off for a week!

At last I hear someone walking across the basement towards me, its boi still wearing his catsuit and still looking very hot. He is back in his heavy hip boots making his foot steps sound loudly as he walks up to me. Good morning rubber slave, he says, get any sleep? I'm going to feed you some breakfast now. I am so glad to see him. Please, get me out of this chair, I am really hurting. Boi shakes his head, that's not permitted. He comes close to me now and reaches a hand to the open hose of my gasmask sticking a gloved finger into it.

I panic as the only air I can suck in is now coming restrictedly thru the secondary hose from inside my suit now instantly drawn tight all over my body as I am frantically trying to breathe. Boi is laughing at my reactions and feeble attempts to struggle against my bonds. He gets a grip on my nipple and pinches it hard as he repeatedly blocks and unblocks my air hose. I am now gasping and begging him to stop, but he continues and I am desperately trying to breathe as my nipple aches from his rough grip.

Boi continues this play and I am frightened by his intensity. He says to me this is payback for what he had to go thru last night when he was left pinned to the wall for hours. Then abruptly he stops and reaching up to my head removes my gasmask pulling the secondary hose out of my suit. At last I can breathe without restriction air that's not stinking of rubbery sweat and piss. I thank him, grateful for this action.

Boi walks to the side of the room and returns holding a bowl of hot cereal and a water bottle. Holding the water to my mouth I gulp it down. Boi now begins to spoon feed me the cereal, his rubber gloved hand clenched around the handle of the spoon as he slowly shovels it thru the mouth hole of my hood. It is the first semi-solid food I have eaten in three days.

Master now walks in looking hot in rubber jeans, vest and his 20 hole rangers. He orders boi to finish up and then get a basin of hot water,a towel, soap and a razor. Master now comes up to me and says you are permitted to speak you sorry looking rubber slave, any complaints this morning? No Master thank you I reply, hesitant to ask him to release me afraid this might piss him off. Well I guess you have begun to accept your condition as my rubber slave, of course you need much more discipline, but since you have spent the night so comfortably in that bondage chair I will permit you to remain in it for a few more hours today.

Its good that you didn't complain for complaints from a slave only lead to punishment. My heart sank at his words, god I wanted out now, I can't stand this, I am miserable but I don't dare say this. I gulp out yes Master, thank you Master. Master now moves behind the chair and proceeds to unstrap and remove my posture collar. I keep thanking him.

Now he removes the lock holding the zipper sliders together on top of my hood, and unzips the hood. This feels so good after all these hours. He calls boi over with the hot water and soap and with a cloth he washes my sweaty face and head now covered with a three day stubble. He lathers me up and slowly shaves my head and face smooth.

I can almost forget the miserable state the rest of my tired and rank body is in, sealed up tight in my rubber suit and bound immobile to this chair, sore and aching. When he is finished, he kisses me gently on my mouth and he re-closes the zippers sealing me back in the hood. A wave of depression hits me, as I ask him to please leave the hood off for a while. He ignores this and he shows me a plastic tie wrap. This I will use to lock the zippers closed, you will be able to cut it off once you get home.

You will remain in your catsuit, hooded as you leave here on your motorcycle this afternoon. You will be permitted to wear your leather motorcycle jacket, but not your camo pants, and since you don't have a helmet to cover your head you will be in full view as a rubber catsuited biker all the way home, this should give your neighbors something to talk about. Now as for that chastity belt/brief you are wearing, you will be locked in it until Friday, You are to arrive here dressed exactly as you are now on your motorcycle at 6 pm. Before you leave home you will go on line and web cam me a picture of you fully geared up showing you locking your hood closed with the small combination lock that you will find in the pocket of your motorcycle jacket.

That suit is to be locked on you the entire time you are traveling back here. Do not try to contact me before you are ready to leave on Friday. You are remaining in that bondage chair for the next 6 hours with boi to keep you company, you will service his cock whenever he wishes. He has been ordered to keep you fully bound all that time, and then he will release you and take you to your motorcycle. You will not see me again today. He now snaps the cod piece in place on my suit that had been removed last night.

The remaining hours in that chair, my booted ankles, my thighs, my chest, my fist mitted hands all strapped tightly down to it were hell. The only restraint missing was the posture collar.

Sitting for hours in a fixed position my ass was killing me from the pressure of my steel chastity device. Fortunately boi was there and he told me of the intense bondage he had experienced at Master's pleasure. He made me drink plenty of water which made me piss often inside my suit which seem to delight him. We kissed often and he climbed on me and forced his rubber sheathed cock into my mouth and I sucked him off several times.

Finally it was time to release me from the chair, he helped me stand shakily, massaged the circulation back into my arms and legs, and leaning on him for support, he walked me round and around the basement until I was steady on my feet. There was an unpleasant feeling of all my night's piss inside the legs of my catsuit and down inside my rubber clad booted feet all slimy as I walked. Boi led me upstairs, handed me my motorcycle jacket and took me outside to the parked bike.

I could see that the camos and sweat shirt I had been wearing when I first arrived were now bound tightly to the handle bars with several strong plastic tie wraps. There would be no way for me to remove them now to put them on to cover my catsuit. The sun was shining and my rubbered and hooded body would be in plain sight on the ride home.

Thankfully my leather jacket masked some of my kinky gear. When I got on the machine I was forced into an upright posture by the constraint of my steel chastity belt/briefs and sitting astride the saddle was uncomfortable. Outside in the daylight I was feeling very self conscious and humiliated at the thought of my public journey home in this freaking hood. Boi put his arm around me and we kissed, our rubber squeaking at the contact.

See you next Friday he said as I started the cycle, pulled in the clutch, stomped it in gear and pulled away.

STORY: Overnight Rubber Slave

Overnight Rubber Slave
by boyjoe

I arrive at the hotel just after 5pm and check in and once in the room I send a text to my Master with the room number. I strip the bed, fit a rubber sheet and rubber pillow cases then arrange some ropes passing underneath and over at the corners of the mattress to act as bondage points later. I get a text back telling me to be waiting on my knees ready to take his meat by 6pm. I have 45 minutes. I have a shower, douche myself out thoroughly then shave my arse and around my cock & balls. I brush my teeth and shave my face then go back into the bedroom while still naked and lay out my gear. I have brought a rubber sleepsack, rubber straight jacket, waders, heavy gag hood, restraints, electro kit, gas mask, rubber blindfold, gag, tit clamps, a crop, large plug, some rope and three bottles of poppers. I check the time and see it is 5:40 so I get into my one piece rubber suit, thin gloves and hood that has mouth, nose & pepperpot eyes. I lube then insert my inflatable electro plug before locking my cock into my CB3000. I check the clock again, I have 10 minutes left. I go to the door and place some tape over the latch so the door can just be pushed open. I go back to the foot of the bed and attach my collar, wrist & ankle restraints and lock them with five small padlocks. I connect my electro plug to my controller and set it gently pulsating in my arse then padlock a short chain to my collar before having one last look at the clock, I have less than 5 minutes before my master will be here. I kneel down, lock the other end of the chain to my ankle restraints, take a good dose of poppers then pull on my blindfold. Lastly I lock my wrist restraints to the middle of the chain behind my back and I am ready. I wait in a state of excitement having locked myself into bondage that I cant get out of un-aided.

After a while the door opens, the tape holding the lock open ripped off and my Master enters the room. He lifts my chin with his hand so my head is bent right back, tells me to open wide and spits in my mouth then slaps my face once on each cheek. He gives me a good dose of poppers then finds the electro control and increases the intensity a notch. I am left waiting for a few minutes while my Master examines what I have brought and unpacks his bag then changes into his leather gear. He moves the chair in front of me, attaches the lead to my collar then sits in front and commands ‘shine my boots slave’ pulling me down by the lead. I dutifully start to lick his right boot but almost immediately receive a whack on each cheek of my exposed bum with the crop and am chastised for not trying hard enough so I lick as ferociously as I can manage.

Using the lead I am moved over to lick his left boot and he rests his right boot on my back forcing me down lower. I shuffle forward a bit to get into a better position and continue licking but am criticised again for not trying and receive two more whacks on my bum with the crop causing me to re-double my efforts. It’s not long before my tongue starts aching and as I moderate my efforts the right boot is removed from my back, hooked under my lead and used to pull my face hard against his left boot. Almost simultaneously I receive another two whacks and questioned ‘did I tell you to stop slave?’ I shake my head and lick as hard as I can once again but before long I have to stop to catch my breath which is rewarded with two more stinging whacks, one on each cheek of my arse and am told ‘You will keep going until I say you can stop slave’. Once again I continue but at a more sustainable pace this time. I am forced from one boot to the other several times and am soon aching from the uncomfortable position so am relieved when eventually he says ‘that will do boy’.

I am lifted up to kneeling up straight as my master stands, unzips his fly and pulls out his semi hard cock. ‘Suck that boy’ is my instruction and without hesitation I comply, quickly working his fine cock as hard as a rod. He holds my head in both hands and slowly moves my head back and forth forcing his cock further into my throat with each successive rock. I start gagging and he withdraws so that only the head of his cock is left in my mouth and tells me to suck. A few seconds later I breathe in the familiar smell of poppers and after half a dozen or so snorts start to relax and focus completely on what is in my mouth. My Master grabs my head in his hands and again starts to fuck’s my throat but under the influence of the poppers, this time without me gagging. I feel the electro plug jump up another notch making me enjoy being of service. I soon need to take another breath but my Master isn’t the kind of guy that gives slaves a gentle ride and my head is held hard against his groin keeping his hard cock deep in my throat for a while longer and until he judges that I am desperate. Once able, I take a breath but am allowed only the one before being used to satisfy my Masters cock further.

The use of my mouth & throat for my Master’s gratification continues with only the occasional opportunity for me to take a breath which is ok until the poppers wear off and I begin gagging again. Thankfully he pulls out his cock leaving me dribbling and I am told ‘that was fucking useless slave, I expect far better’ and he slaps my face. I bow my head in shame and try to catch my breath while my Master moves away. He returns almost immediately and unlocks then removes my collar before another hood is placed over my head. This is my heavy rubber hood has a gag and no eye holes or nose holes and once zipped up is tight enough to create a seal only allowing air to pass through the breathing tube connected to the gag. With blindfold there was a little light getting past but now I am forced to accept total blackness and my master extending his control over me.

Next, the wrist and ankle restraints are taken off and I am lifted to my feet, moved a couple of steps then turned and made to sit on the bed. I am swivelled around, and then made to lie down on top of my sleepsack. My arms are placed in the sleeves and like the willing slave I am, wriggle my way in before being zipped in with only my caged cock left out. As I get used to the darkness and my highly restricted state I reflect on my situation. I am sealed in rubber, tightly cocooned in a sleepsack, my head is enclosed in a tight rubber hood subjecting me to sensory deprivation. I am gagged with only a limited means to breath available to me, I am electro plugged and in chastity. I have already been shown my place by being made to lick my Master’s boots then satisfy his cock. This is great I think to myself, things couldn’t get any better.

This state of contentment is enhanced when I am fed poppers once again and I quickly become eager for further abuse. This time however the poppers seem much stronger than before, probably since I have no opportunity to avoid or dilute the aroma so quickly become light headed. As I adjust, my attention is suddenly focused on my arse as my plug is pumped up making me moan, then shortly after I feel the electro pulses increase some more. I am quickly taken past the point of pleasure as the pulsating rhythm strengthens until I am wriggling and yelping wildly, unable to resist the effects or influence the stimulation. Then the intensity is skilfully reduced to a level enough for me to cope with but still leaving me unable to focus on anything else, until that is, the tit covers are removed from the sack and my Master starts working on my nipples. He quickly finds my tits through my rubber suit and skilfully works on them until they are tender enough to distract me from the electro torture. My tits are very sensitive, something my Master discovers very quickly and I feel him sit astride of me preventing me from moving and proceeds to squeeze, twist & pull my tits making me squeal in protest and beg for mercy. My begging though is pretty incompressible given the gag however I am sure he is in no doubt what I am saying but none the less is ignored and I am forced to endure the agony. Eventually he becomes bored with working my tits gets off me and first the left and then right tit are brutally pinched as clamps are applied and I am left to re-think my desire to submit in this way.

Despite, or more likely because of my treatment, my cock is fighting to harden in its CB3000 enclosure but is painfully prevented from growing so adding another dimension to my predicament. I am given poppers again and my Master changes the settings on my electro plug until I am experiencing explosions in my arse that is just brilliant. With no reference with which to measure time I have no idea how long I am kept like this but am fed poppers several times. Eventually though, the pleasure diminishes and I am gradually overwhelmed by intensifying of my confinement within my rubber layered world. The time eventually comes when I begin to struggle to deal with my predicament, but hold off asking for release or at the very least some moderation in the hope that my Master will soon take pity on me before I reach my limit. I wait is in vein though and come to a point where it’s just too much.

I am given another dose of poppers but this time I am not helped out of my state of suffering and begin to feel light headed. I am hot and now struggling to get enough oxygen into my lungs through my breathing tube to feed my involuntary activity and start to hyperventilate. Fortunately my Master realises my state and turns the electro off and removes the heavy gag hood but there is no release from the sleepsack and the other rubber hood and blindfold stays on. I am left to recover and soon begin to feel a little better. Things improve some more when my master gives me a drink of squash from my drink bottle then gives me an energy sweet. Once I have eaten the sweet I get another drink and he asks if I am ok now and I reply ‘yes sir, thank you sir’. ‘Good’ he replies and the heavy gag hood is put back on. I anticipate being fed poppers and the return of the electro but I am just left with nothing but darkness.

I lay there for ages and ages occasionally whining a call for attention or struggling against my confinement but there is no response or interaction from my master. In time I find myself feeling a little frightened and very vulnerable as my master’s physical control over me extends to affect me psychologically. I can think of nothing else but my confinement and that it will only end when he wants it too. I am feeling very submissive now and will probably agree to do just about anything he wants to gain release right now. My wait continues before suddenly the electro plug springs into life again and gently brings me around to a feeling of pleasure again. I am fed poppers and the intensity of the pulses in my arse increase and soon I am struggling again and try to call out for release but my attempts at communicating are again foiled by the gag so my attempts to be understood fail. In desperation I fight to break the bonds that restrain me but to no avail. Left with no other apparent option I start screaming to affect my release but quickly realise this is a big mistake as my air supply is cut off. I am lectured about wanting this and not disturbing the neighbours, his short speech finishing with ‘…remember our agreement boy, there is no release. Now are you going to shut up slave?’ I nod vigorously because right now I will agree to anything in order to have my air supply restored and the electro turned down. There is a short delay of a few more seconds to reinforce my Master’s domination and control over me before I am allowed to draw a breath again but my arse continues to be subjected to regular explosions. I take a succession of deep breaths and try to cope with the punishment and am soon begging for mercy again.

There is no response to my pleas or indeed any other acknowledgement from my Master and I continue to suffer this torture. Suddenly I hear him say ‘you are my toy and I am play right now slave’ and realise he is enjoying my struggles. I beg into my gag for the electro to be turned down and am relieved to hear ‘if I do slave you will have to take a forfeit, do you agree slave?’ ‘ Yes sir, anything sir I cry’. ‘Are you sure slave, because it could be worse you know!’. ’Yes sir, please sir, anything sir’ I cry and suddenly the electro plug falls silent. I lay there exhausted recognizing that I have been reduced to something that can be used and abused for my Master’s amusement when ever he decides. As much as I love rubber enclosure and sleepsack bondage, the feeling of helplessness that has overcome me in this completely black, rubber world is suddenly more than a little frightening. I contemplate being encased like this permanently, a thought that soon has my cock is growing again within the confines of the chastity.

My condition very gradually improves but I continue to be denied any interaction with the world outside of my cocoon and frustration sets in. I wait and wait, occasionally calling out as best I can through the gag but continue to get no response. Have I been left alone, surely not? Time drags and I am gradually overcome with the feeling of being un-wanted and become desperate for my Master’s attention again. I am finding it hard to accept that I have allowed myself to be totally reliant on my Master and realise that this slave master relationships has moved on a stage. Suddenly his mobile phone rings and I hear my Master talking but can’t make out what he is saying despite straining to hear. All of a sudden have something to look forward to as I wait expectantly for him to finish. I strain to hear my Master but am unable to pick out his words under my hoods but begin to imagine him lounging comfortably in his leather gear with his feet resting on the bed and sipping a cool beer. I imagine myself on my knees, hands fastened behind my back with his cock in my mouth. I am suddenly enjoying my confinement again and am soon groaning and wriggling to get some attention but am left frustrated for quite a bit longer.

He finishes his call and I am once again I am receiving his attention as the clamps still squeezing my tits are pulled and wiggled. I attempt to escape the pain by struggling with my very limited movement. I am not sure if this annoyed or amused my Master but I feel his weight on me again as he sits astride of my torso making it quite difficult to draw breath from his weight. The tit clamps are suddenly removed and I cry out in agony only to find my breathing tube pinched shut and so unable to breathe. I am immediately reminded of my reliance of my Master’s compassion and quickly settle hoping my air supply will be restored. Despite this my air supply continues to be withheld and my Master tells me ‘you are my slave and will suffer for me, do you understand?’ I nod vigorously and my Master releases my breathing tube. ‘That’s better’ I hear him say before returning to my tits.

The torture of my tits begins once more causing me to recoil and cry out once for a second time from the pain and again my breathing tube is closed as I am penalized for my reaction. I am told ‘You will learn to suffer quietly slave’ as again I nod frantically in an attempt at being allowed to breath again, but still I have no air to breath. I try to settle but am becoming desperate until suddenly my gag tube is released and I gasp to fill my lungs. For a third, forth and fifth time my tits are abused and I am punished in the same way until I am able to control my reaction to my Masters satisfaction. Just when I think my tits are to get some relief, they are subjected to the intense stinging pain of the clamps being re-applied. I resist the temptation to scream with the agony on my chest and am left panting as my Master gets off me.

I am fed poppers, the electro turn back on and once again I am left to wait for an indeterminable amount of time twitching and moaning. Suddenly the tit clamps are ripped off causing me the scream which is rewarded in a sharp increase in electro power that thankfully only lasts a few seconds but is enough to remind me that I need to learn to control my reactions. I feel my Master clip the tit covers back onto the sleepsack and am fed poppers. With my tits stinging from their recent abuse I am rolled over onto my stomach, but with my torso raised up on some pillows so I am up at an angle. A couple of whacks on the bum with a crop gets my attention and cause me to yelp. I receive a couple more a bit harder and as I yelp again I remember the abuse of my tits. Another four even harder whacks follow but this time I bite on my gag and try to keep quite. ‘Good boy, you are learning’ is the response I get this time, ‘now its time for you to worship my cock, but properly this time’. The heavy rubber hood and gag are removed so I can breathe freely again but I remain blindfolded. I sense my Master taking up position sitting at the head of the bed leaning against the headboard and once he is comfortable my head is positioned and I take his cock into my mouth.

My Master’s cock is as rock hard. His hands grip my head and he begins to nod my head rhythmically compelling me to work on his cock in just the way he wants. I have been reduced to implement for his pleasure, my movement controlled by my Master and designed to service his desires. He makes me to suck him quickly then slowly, deeply then less so, sometimes just holding my head with his cock far down in my throat then with its head just in my mouth for me to suck and lick his magnificent tool. He lets go of my head but leaves his forearm over the back of my head so I am unable to lift off (not that I want too!) and I am aware of him doing something with his hands, then I am dosed up with poppers again from a swab held under my nose. In seconds I am driven to suck my Master’s cock with enthusiasm and just to encourage me some more he starts whacking my arse again with his crop. He grabs my hood with his spare hand and plunges his cock deep into my throat in time with the thrashing occasionally allowing me to catch a breath. Suddenly he stops pumping holding his cock as in deep in my throat while he cum’s. He squirts his warm cum straight down before lifting off enough for me to breathe again but without withdrawing his cock from my mouth. I soon realising I am required to suck out any remaining cum and lick him clean.

After me sucking every drop of cum out he removed his softening dick and rolls me over. He sits astride my torso and lifts my head so his cock is back in my mouth and says ‘now drink up boy’ as he empties his bladder into my mouth. Next he gags me again and fits a gas mask before climbing off and I am left once more and I suppose I am getting used to my circumstances as I find myself almost content with my situation and wait patiently for further attention. The taste of Master’s cum and piss in almost any other circumstances would be repulsive but right now the contrasting taste with the rubber gag is strangely pleasant. I surmise that as my Master has just cum he wont want to play with me for a while and settle for another long wait. I hear some movement in the room but cant make what he is doing, but then hear the Windows jingle and realise he has turned on his laptop. I now know he is on-line and presume he will be checking his emails, maybe some SM dating sites and his favourite porn sites. I try to distract myself from the tedium by imagining what my Master is looking at but it is difficult given my discomfort and I am soon miserable again.

I am left waiting for ages but eventually he finishes what he is doing and tells me ‘lets go out slave’. The gas mask is removed as is the gag, blindfold and hood then I am released from the sleepsack. I am sent to the bathroom and told to remove my electro plug and have a piss. I dutifully to as I am told and return to be handed my jeans, hoodie and trainers which I put on over my rubber suit. My Master has put on some jeans over his leather so we wont attract too much attention as we leave the hotel. I am handed a bag and we leave. There is a minicab waiting outside and we drive to a gay fetish club. We go in and after master has paid I am taken into the changing room and told to get out of my street cloths before being handed my hood, some knee pads and a pair of waders from the bag. As I put them on master takes out my straight jacket which is then put on me. After strapping my arms across my chest and fastening them behind my back I am gagged and gas masked before having the collar strapped around my neck. My master changes out of his jeans and revealing his leather jodhpurs and high boots then puts on his cap which with the leather shirt, tie and biker jacket complete his ‘Tom of Finland’ look. He puts our street gear in the bag, attaches the lead to my collar and takes me out via the bag check.

We go into the bar area where master takes a stool and indicates to me to get on my knees at his feet. He orders his drink, and gently guides me in close to him using his right boot then sips his beer and looks around. We are soon joined by another leather guy, my master orders him a beer and they start chatting. I look up at my master which gets me a sharp kick and I realise I am to look at his boots. Another leather guy joins them standing behind me between my Master and the first guyr and suddenly I feel vulnerable. They drink and chat for a while before my master hands my lead to the guy standing who pulls me up onto my feet with it. He try’s to lead me away but resist and look at my master who indicates for me to go with him. I am not sure about this but the guy yanks the lead and I am forced to go with him to the dark cruising area at the back of the club. The second guy follows and I am taken into an alcove with an oil drum in the middle. I am fed poppers and have my arse slapped a few times before being bent over an oil drum and my arse zip undone. I try to resist so one of the guys holds me down as the other pushes his lubricated finger into my hole before working a second then a third finger inside me. I wonder if I going to be fisted but then the fingers pull out and after a few seconds are replaced by a hard cock and I am fucked by this stranger. He knows what he is doing and soon has me reeling with pleasure as he pumps my arse before plunging in hard and cumming. He withdraws and the guys discuss how good a fuck I am. The guys swap places and in seconds I am entered by the second guy while the first feeds me some more poppers. This second guy has a thick, pierced cock that feels just great in my arse and fucks me with a varying rhythm for several minutes making my cock try to grow in my chastity. My emotions are in turmoil, I am effectively being raped but am absolutely loving it and don’t want it to stop. Eventually the second guy cums, withdraws and zips my suit back up. My master had promised me that our play would be safe so am relieved when one of the guys shows me the used condoms before throwing them in the bin. The guys take me back to my master who is now talking to another guy in rubber who is obviously a friend of all three.

My lead is handed back to my master and the two leather guys finish their drinks and the four of them chat for a while longer with me back on my knees against the bar surrounded by te four of them. After a while my master hands my lead to the rubber guy and I am taken into the dark recesses of the club once more. This time though I am directed into very narrow an alcove in front of the rubber guy. The alcove is so narrow it almost impossible for me to get past the rubber guy, not that I want too though. I made to stand facing and leaning against the wall before my arse slapped a few times then my suit unzipped again. Almost immediately a cock enters me for a third time since arriving at the club, but this one is wearing a knobbly sheath. The feeling is amazing as he gently pumps my arse while feeling me with his hands around my crouch. He gently fucks me for what seems like ages before he cums, pulls out a zips me up again.

I am returned to my master who is sitting alone now. I need a piss boy and I am lead into the toilets where I am made to kneel in the corner next to the urinals over a drain. My gas mask and gag are removed and my master starts to piss over me. He is joined by his two the two leather mates almost immediately and I am forced to endure this humiliating experience. The warm piss on my rubber is strangely nice but as my master and the two leather guys finish, a fourth guy moves in forces his cock into my mouth and pisses down my throat. It’s the rubber guy that just fucked me. I dutifully drink every drop. I am lead back to the bar where the four guys order another round of drinks with me at their feet. I am ordered to lick their boots as the drink and chat, occasionally kicking me if I stop for any reason. Eventually its time to go, my master says his goodbye’s and is thanked by his friends for supplying the fuck meat this week and I am lead off via the bag check back to the changing room. We get back into our street things and I am taken off to the hotel. I sit in silence in the mini cab thinking about the club. Three guys had just fucked me without asking me or getting my consent. I had been used on the say so of my master which I presumed wrongly was my forfeit that I had been promised earlier. I looked across at this guy who now controlled me and I felt my cock hardening in my chastity once more.

Once back in the hotel I am allowed a piss and a drink before being hooded and tied down spread eagled face down on the bed. The heavy rubber gag hood is put on me again and my arse of my suit is unzipped and I am fucked for a fourth time tonight. This time though it is a long fuck in inescapable bondage with plenty of poppers and the occasional withdrawal of my ability to breath. My master rides me for ages before cumming then lies quietly on top of me for a while. I hear my master whisper ‘its late slave and time to settle down for the night. He gets off inserts my large plug, zips me up then un ties me. I am guided onto the floor and into the sleepsack once more and zipped in and a pillow is placed under my head.

Thankfully the heavy gag hood is removed but I am blindfolded. ‘I don’t want to hear a sound out of you slave’ he tells me, ‘because if you disturb me you will regret it’. I mention that the large plug now in me may be a problem but am told ‘that is your forfeit slave, just get used to it’. I decide not to respond just in case it will upset my Master and content myself with listening to the bed being made followed by some noises from the bathroom then the light is turned off and I hear my master settle into his bed. I am his slave, on the floor at my Master’s feet, sealed in rubber, restrained in a sleepsack, plugged and expected to sleep. Unsurprisingly I lay awake for what seems like ages half wanting out but at the same time am determined not to ask. I am apprehensive about spending the night like this and wonder why the thought of experiencing such a loss of control is something I had been so looking forward only a few hours ago. It occurs to me my plight is being enjoyed by my Master though, he must be pleased about having his slave in heavy bondage and unable to resist him. I visualize him between the crisp cotton sheets on the comfortable bed and relaxing. I long to be snuggled up with him, but know I am to spend the night in bondage.

I adjust my position a few times within my hot, sweat soaked cocoon to try to find a tolerable position. Its not easy though given the unrelenting tightness of the sleepsack and hood and eventually stop this pointless exercise. I seem only capable of thinking about my discomfort despite trying hard to have some happy thoughts. I become anxious about being able to survive the night like this and consider asking for release but before doing so try to consider the consequences. I decide I will regret asking so keep quite. I wonder how on earth I could have thought that being kept like this could be at all horny so try to convince myself that it is because I am a slave and being in a sleepsack is at times is one of the most fantastic feelings you can have. Unfortunately right now isn’t one of those moments and I am not entirely convinced by my theory. I continue to argue the case to myself though and justify my current discomfort by reflecting that I have to put up with the bad to experience the good and on balance it is worth it. My mind drifts to find myself wondering about the fascination of being a slave and visualise a series of slaves in various bondage positions, some waiting and others receiving punishment, being fucked or sucking their Master’s cock. Suddenly I am ok with my lot as a slave with a Master and begin to relax and dream on. Eventually I fall asleep and surprisingly spend the night relatively peacefully.

I am awoken suddenly however by my chastity being removed. My cock hardens as my Master applies some gel and tightens the electrode straps around the head and under my balls before the pulsating starts. What a great way to be woken up! I am dosed with poppers and am soon shuddering in absolute ecstasy within seconds and my master knees astride of me gripping my torso tightly between his legs. I think he is wanking himself off, something that is soon confirmed when he cum’s shooting his spunk into my mouth. I am immediately gagged and gas masked, he gets up and am left to continue to delight in the electro treatment. The sensation of waking up in bondage and immediately being sexually excited is truly wonderful and I am really enjoying myself. I fed some poppers and left to relish in the imposed stimulation within my confinement when the tit covers are ripped off and my tits are viciously clamped before I hear ‘Its morning slave, and here is your reward’. I am put on re-breathing while he plays with the controls to bring me to the edge of cumming before expertly taking me away again. I get a short while on fresh air again before I am fed poppers, put back on re-breathing and my cock delighted again by the electro. Five more times I am treated to this before being made to cum.

The electro is turned off but the gas mask, gag and blindfold are left in place and I remain in the sleepsack in my post cum state presumably to reinforce my masters domination of the situation. I can hear my master go to the bathroom and take a shower while I continue to wait in my rubber cocoon. When he is finished and dressed, I am let out of the sleepsack and sent to the bathroom. I notice the time on my way, its 7:30am so have spent 13 and a half hours in rubber. I remove my hood, gloves & plug then climb into the shower before removing my rubber suit knowing it will be full of sweat. I shower, douche out my arse before brushing my teeth and shaving. I wash out my rubber and hang it up to dry and go back into the bedroom to find my master has gone. As I clear up and pack I look back on a fantastic night! I feel really exhilarated and content although a bit tired as I check out and make my way to work wondering when I will meet my master again.