Fable

Fable

Part One

by an author who wishes to remain anonymous

The smell of rubber was overpowering, and as Tom descended the stairway into the basement, the sensual odour grew stronger until it's assault on his senses made his rampant cock so desperate to escape the confines of his jeans that the last few steps of his descent were decidedly uncomfortable. It was not only the strong smell of rubber that affected Tom, but also anticipation of what he knew was awaiting him during the next forty-eight hours. Tom had visited the house many times before, but this was the first occasion on which he had been bidden to the basement.

It had all begun six months previously when a privately circulated highly specialist gay contact publication carried an advertisement which leapt from the page before Tom's eyes.

Attractive, educated Rubber-dominant, 42, seeks Rubber-submissives. The advertiser is widely experienced, has a medical background, and has devised what he believes to be a supreme Rubber experience. To test his theory, the advertiser requires applications from Rubber-submissives of not less than 30, who have extensive experience of all aspects of Rubber-erotica, with particular reference to medical equipment and procedures. All applicants will be replied to; potentially suitable candidates will be invited to submit themselves for interview and assessment. The successful candidate(s) will be rewarded with a memorable rubber-erotic experience. The advertiser has ample resources of equipment and imagination - now he needs a subject.

Such an ad. was irresistible to Tom, who at 33 was beginning to feel that, much as he enjoyed his rubber-sex, it was all becoming very routine; the zest was going out of it and, he admitted to himself, his rubber palette had become jaded. He needed something new and special to bring back the buzz.
Rubber had been like a drug to Tom, the more he had, the more he wanted, and now he was hankering for something really spicy - something extreme which would extend all his erotic thresholds through the medium of rubber - so he answered the ad.

Tom had reached the basement. The small area at the bottom of the staircase was bare and painted entirely white. There were three doors. One ahead and one to each side. The black door was straight in front of him; it was this door through which he would pass.

He paused for a few seconds to compose himself for what was to come; he was almost overcome with excitement. As he endeavoured to calm himself, his mind flashed back to his first visit to the house several months ago.

He had not known what to expect on that occasion; the door had been answered by a man in his early forties, well over six feet tall, not especially good-looking, but indefinably attractive. His dark wavy hair was greying slightly at the temples, and he could only be described as distinguished. The features were lean, but saved from gauntness by the generous and humorous mouth. The grey eyes possessed a curious intensity, although the laughter lines surrounding them added warmth. The nose was slightly aquiline. .he was dressed in a black jacket and striped trousers, Tom thought he looked like a barrister.

"You are Tom?"

"Yes."

"Good, I'm Richard, please come in."

The manner was almost courtly, not at all what Tom had expected. Richard led the way into a small sitting room, expensively and tastefully furnished. After a few polite enquiries about Tom's journey, Richard pressed a bell, saying, "I thought you might care for some tea." Tom murmured his assent, thinking how different - and in his heart, how disappointing - his reception had been from what he had imagined; there had so far been no mention of rubber, and certainly no evidence of any.

Almost within seconds of Richard's ringing the bell, the door opened, and a trolley laden with the accoutrements of afternoon tea appeared, pushed by a man of about Tom's age dressed in a white steward's jacket and dark trousers. He was possessed of blond good looks and a powerful physique. He addressed Richard as 'Doctor', or just 'Sir' in the brief exchanges between them as the tea things were laid out. It emerged that Richard's houseman was called Karl, and as he left the room, Richard thanked him courteously for his attentions.

During tea the conversation ranged over a wide variety of topics, none connected in any way with the real purpose of Tom's visit, though he did remind himself from time to time that the ad. had referred to an interview, and Tom supposed that this was it, and that he was being assessed all the while by his host, who was proving to be an interesting conversationalist and a pleasant and attractive companion.
After forty-five minutes of talk and tea, during which Tom was feeling increasingly drawn to Richard, not least by his unusually persuasive, almost hypnotic personality, the older man rose, "Shall we go to my study?", he invited, and without waiting for a reply, opened the door and led the way across the hall into a room, which though slightly more masculine in character, was as quietly elegant as the room in which they had taken their tea.

"Now, Tom - business. Our little tea-party has given me the opportunity to get to know you, and for you to form some impression of me; although I have the advantage, so far, in knowing, from your letter, rather more about you than you know of me. I was especially interested to learn that you have an arts degree in philosophy, and that you are currently lecturing and going on to get your Doctorate.
Your account of your experiences and achievements in the world of rubber was impressive, though I agree with you when you say that much of what you have been doing now seems commonplace. I went through a period when I felt much the same. However, I was fortunate that part of my work and my interests generally enabled me to do something about it; but more of that later on. For the time being, I need to know more about your future aspirations where rubber-submissiveness is concerned. I need to establish with as much certainty as is possible at this stage how well your own objectives will fit into my own plans, and above all I have to assess if there is a realistic prospect of our realising these hopes and plans.

There will be many tests and much preparatory work to do before we get down to serious rubber therapy. You are about to undergo the first test, which, though simple, is vital. Fail it and - well, Tom it has been nice knowing you. Pass it and the way is open to all manner of rubber delights."

Tom could feel himself falling under the spell of this unusual man. His voice was low and musical, and once again Tom was conscious of a strangely persuasive quality in Richard's manner.

This was certainly the most extraordinary way in which to begin what Tom had hoped would be an exciting, way-out rubber relationship. Nevertheless, Tom was very intrigued, and acknowledged Richard's remarks with a nod while wondering what form the test could possibly take.

Richard was speaking again, "I am going to leave you now, but on that table over there you will find some photographs. There are one hundred of them, and each has a number. You will also find some coloured pens. I would like you to look at each photograph carefully, right through the whole set. When you have done that, you are to begin again with the first one, but this time sort them into two piles, those you reject as being of least interest in one stack, and those you decide are more interesting to you in the other. Take the red pen and mark a cross on the back of each reject and a circle on each accepted print. You may only go through the set twice, so take your time and be careful in your choice; once you have chosen, you cannot change your mind. When you have completed that, ring the bell on the table and Hans will come and give you details of the next stage of the test. Now, forgive me, but I must leave you. I hope you will find the test stimulating; meanwhile, I will be in touch again soon. Thank you for coming." He rose and left the room.

Tom remained in his chair for several minutes after Richard left. He was tempted to go over to the book-lined walls and examine Richard's extensive library, but remembering that he was in the house 'on approval', he decided against doing anything other than that which he had been instructed to do. He got up and sat at the table where Richard had left the photographs.

The first picture was of a man dressed in the most fantastic array of rubber-gear that Tom had ever seen; it was the sort of outfit he had fantasised about hundreds of times, and he could not put it down. The sight of the figure in the picture brought his cock surging to massive erection in his jeans, and he had to stand up for a minute to get it into a comfortable position. He realised that time was moving on, and took up the next photograph; this was just as exciting, as indeed the whole set proved to be. He wondered how he was ever going to be able honestly to reject any of these; the choice was impossible.

He sat for a while when he had finished his first examination of the photos, thinking hard, trying to decide upon a basis for selection. All the pictures were wildly exciting rubber shots, and there was not one he would not have been proud to have possessed himself. While he considered the set of photographs as a whole, it dawned on him that it fell quite neatly into two groups; those showing single figures posing passively, and action shots of groups of rubber-clad guys, all with the same theme; one figure submitting to various forms of rubber treatment by the others. He decided to reject all the single-figure shots and accept those depicting group action. He marked them accordingly and rang the bell.

Within seconds the door was opened by a dark-haired man in his early thirties. He smiled,
"Good evening, Sir. I am Hans, may I have the photographs you have rejected, please." There was just a trace of German accent. Hans was a powerful six-footer, he had massive shoulders and a bull-neck. His hair was cut 'en brosse' which accentuated his powerful appearance. With his features in repose, Hans looked brutal, but the softness of his voice combined with his bewitching smile to dispel the momentary impression of brutishness. Tom passed the rejected photos to Hans.

"Thank you, Sir. Would you please now select twenty-six photographs from those remaining, and arrange them in order of preference. Use the green pen to mark them A to Z according to your interest in each. There is plenty of time, the Doctor will expect you to take great care in your selection and arrangement of the pictures. Please ring when you have finished."

Hans left Tom alone once more, and he realised he had not addressed a single word to Hans. He noticed he was feeling quite drained by the concentration the test was imposing upon him. He counted the remaining pictures and discovered that there were fifty-three. This was going to be the most difficult part because all the remaining prints were visual expressions of all the wildest rubber fantasies Tom had ever dreamed about. Once more he had to decide upon a basis for selection. Some of the shots were fairly routine S & M rubber scenes; a few were straightforward rubber bondage, while others combined both. Tom had already noticed that there was a hard-core of shots much more elaborate than the others in terms of the equipment portrayed, and the treatment being administered to the submissive figure in each. In these particular shots there was extensive use of various items of rubber medical equipment. Tom found his attention returning repeatedly to this last group; there was no doubt about it, these were the ones that attracted him most of all. He separated these from the others, and counted them - there were twenty-six. Suddenly he realised he had 'cracked' the test, and that he was choosing along the lines he had been intended to by Richard.

He felt momentarily elated, but he knew that having got this far, the order in which he arranged his final selection would be crucial, and he paused to consider his next move carefully.

Tom looked through the whole of the twenty-six prints several times, and so fascinating were the photos that each time he completed a run-through he found himself choosing a different order of preference. He was wary because he was certain that there was only one way that would be acceptable to Richard, and he knew that unless he found the correct sequence, Richard would have no further interest in him.

He stood up, and reaching over the table, began setting the prints out in rows until the whole table was covered and he could see them all at once. Then he sat and stared at them for a while, 'Where do I start?', he asked himself. It was at that moment that Tom tumbled that there was indeed a rational sequence of events being depicted and that one photograph followed on logically from another. What had puzzled him was that the photos were all of different groups of individuals, and that none of them had been taken in the same place; the importance lay in the actual event being shown. He could not help but admire the cunning with which Richard had prepared this test.

Within five minutes he had arranged all the prints and once he had marked them, he felt able for the first time since his arrival, to relax. He reached for the bell to summon Hans, but stopped himself. He wanted one last look at the collection of shots of some of the most fantastic rubber scenes he had ever seen. He also wanted, just once more, to make absolutely certain that he had got it right. Satisfied at last that he had, he sat back. His cock was throbbing in his jeans once more. Were these scenes going to be re-enacted with him as the central figure if he were Richard's chosen candidate? His brain raced over the prospect; if that were to be the case, it would be like a dream come true. He remembered the bell, and rang.

Hans appeared.

"You have chosen, Sir?"

"Yes, thank you."

Hans took the sheaf of prints and smiled,

"I will show you out, Sir."

Tom stood. Hans' smile broadened into a grin as he noted Tom's barely concealed rampant cock within his jeans, but he led Tom to the door without comment. They bade each other farewell, and Tom was alone outside.

He looked at his watch and was surprised to discover that he had been in the house for almost four hours. As he walked back to the tube station he reflected on the strangeness of his reception. The studied politeness, formality almost, first of Richard himself, and then of the two housemen. He could not help noticing that he had been addressed throughout as 'Sir', especially as he had been in the house in the role of a potential submissive.

To Tom it all seemed very strange - and exciting.

Thinking over events had done nothing to stifle the excitement boiling and churning inside Tom. He stared at the black door, knowing that once through it there would be no turning back. He approached the door and gave a tentative push; it opened easily and he went through.

He was in what was obviously an ante-room. The first thing he noticed as the door closed silently behind him was that the smell of rubber was even stronger. The room itself was tiled entirely in pale green, like an operating room. The lighting was bright, though not harsh. Along one wall there was a stainless steel bench with a black rubber-covered seat. The wall opposite was occupied by a large mirror, itself flanked by two large black steel lockers. Ahead of him, opposite the door through which he had entered, were double doors, also black. Each door had a circular window of blackened glass.

Tom sat on the bench and began undressing, as he had been instructed. He noticed the floor was made of a black rubber compound, which he suspected was the source of the strong rubber smell. He folded his clothing neatly and placed his things at one end of the bench, then sat down to wait.

This was the culmination of many visits to the house. There had been two weeks of almost unendurable suspense following that first visit. Then came a letter from Richard stating that his choice of photographs had been 'an excellent one, entirely compatible with what I have in mind', and inviting him to visit the house at seven the following Monday 'if he still cared to'. Tom had smiled when he read that line.

He thought Monday would never come, and when it did, he was at the house at seven precisely. Karl admitted him, "Good evening, Sir. Please come to the study." Tom followed, the room was empty, no sign of Richard. He looked enquiringly at Karl who said, "There is a form with some questions for you to complete, please answer them truthfully - your life could depend on it. When you have finished, ring the bell and I will take you to the Doctor." Alone again, Tom studied the form. The questions were mostly about his medical history. Had he had any serious illnesses, operations, etc., was he allergic to anything. Had he any experience of certain drugs, did he take regular exercise and follow a healthy diet; all mostly routine and straightforward questions for a form of that type, but with a curiously penetrating edge to them. By now Tom was growing accustomed to Richard's methodical, not to say meticulous, approach, and although he still found it somewhat tedious, he was nevertheless very intrigued by what lay behind it.

The form completed, he rang the bell and Karl arrived almost instantly. "Please come with me, Sir, and bring the form, the Doctor will require it." He led Tom back into the hall and upstairs. They walked along a short passage; Karl knocked on one of several doors leading from the corridor. Tom heard Richard's voice, "Come in!" Karl stood to one side and silently indicated that Tom should enter.
The room was a consulting room. No elegance here; everything was entirely functional and professional. Richard was sitting at a desk, "Hello Tom, please strip, I am going to give you a medical." He did not rise, but held his hand out to take the form, which he read as Tom undressed.
Tom was subjected to the most thorough medical he could remember; blood pressure check, a long and searching session with stethoscope, detailed examination of every orifice. The whole of his body was minutely examined.

As the examination proceeded, Richard talked, "I promised to tell you something of myself. You already know of my interest in rubber, it is something which has been with me all of my life, from childhood, as it has with you. Where we differ is that I prefer the dominant role, while the submissive role seems to suit you best. As a medical man I specialised in anaesthetics, and was for some years consultant anaesthetist in a London teaching hospital, as well as having a lucrative private practise.

"There were two things about my work which fascinated me. Firstly, much of the equipment I used was rubber, and secondly, I became very interested in the psychological effect upon patients who were being inducted into anaesthesia. I ask you, Tom, can you conceive of a greater degree of submission than that of one human being lying on a table waiting to have his consciousness taken from him by another?"

Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "For a long time I pondered the ramifications of this interesting juxtaposing of humans."

He paused briefly to allow Tom to absorb the impact of his remarks, and went on, "Fortune had been generous, enabling me to resign my posts in order to return to university to read Psychology. Naturally, I was pursuing my rubber-life all the time, developing ideas and applying much of my professional experience and knowledge to the expansion of my erotic activities. Eventually, I gained my degree in Psychology, and although I don't practice this particular discipline professionally, I have found the wider knowledge invaluable in the planning and execution of the type of situation we are presently embarking upon with your kind assistance.

"As for my professional life now, I hold a couple of honorary posts as consultant in anaesthetics as well as seeing a few private patients. The remainder of my time is devoted to rubber - hence your presence here." He smiled, and once more Tom was aware of an innate power within Richard . He was uncertain whether any comment was expected, and racked his brains for something sensible to say, but Richard had picked up the questionnaire, and said, "You are in excellent condition, and so far as your health is concerned, there will be no problem about your capacity to tolerate the various rubber-related procedures I have devised."

Once again Richard paused. He laid the questionnaire on the desk and sat back, closing his eyes as he did so. Several seconds passed and Tom shifted in his seat. Richard opened his eyes and told Tom, "Well, young man, I can put you out of your misery and tell you that I am accepting you as a successful candidate. I am satisfied that you have the will to undergo what I plan. The photographs you saw the other evening will give you some idea of what is in store for you. It will take me several weeks to prepare for the 'Great Occasion', which will last for forty-eight hours at least. For obvious reasons I am not going to disclose precisely what will take place, but you will get some idea during the intervening weeks simply by observing carefully some of the preparations. Incidentally, the first of the preparations is to record all your measurements, and I do mean all of them. Hans will be here presently to do that, after which you may go. I shall thereafter require your presence here every monday at seven, and it will be necessary for you to keep the whole of each monday evening free; you are to be here every monday until told otherwise."

Tom was quick to note the slight change in Richard's manner. The urbanity was giving way to a more commanding demeanour; Richard's voice was acquiring something of an 'edge', while his eyes had taken on a strange intensity which Tom found profoundly exciting. Richard was continuing, "I will not need to be present when you come next monday, in fact it is unlikely that we shall meet again until you actually undergo the ultimate session. Hans and Karl have my complete confidence in their ability to prepare you. Both are highly trained and totally disciplined, and they know exactly what to do. You will do everything they ask of you; you will co-operate with them in every respect, for example Hans will question you closely after certain of the tests, chiefly about your reactions. The answers you give must be the truth and any details you supply must be accurate. This is most important for you because some of the procedures that you will eventually undergo, although very thrilling, do carry a certain amount of risk; I naturally wish to minimise risks. You will not attempt to question them about the tests; what you need to know they will tell you anyway. Some of the tests will stimulate you sexually, that is only natural. Do not be embarrassed, they will expect it. Make no attempt to engage either man in sexual activity. So far as they are concerned it is merely a job of work, and I can assure you their interest in you is purely professional. Do I make myself plain?" Richard's voice had now become hard. Tom nodded, but remained silent.

Richard smiled, "Yes, Tom, there are two sides to my nature. Until tonight I have been the gracious host - now I have taken charge of your rubber-life, and you will submit to all my requirements, none of which will be unreasonable. Many of them will be extreme in terms of what is common practise among rubbermen. We have, I hope, established beyond doubt that there is nothing commonplace about this enterprise. You will not be expected to submit to anything that would be beyond your capacity to tolerate. The tests to be conducted upon you in the coming weeks will enable me to determine precisely where your limits lie. You will be surprised, and I hope, gratified by the end result.
You have studied the photographs, and because you have returned here of your own free will, I have assumed your willingness to submit to all or any of the procedures depicted. You should understand from the outset that you are not in the position of a slave. Slavery by definition implies compulsion - there will be none. Your submission implies your consent. Slavery, even in the context of fantasy, implies divesting a man of his dignity. I plan to enhance yours as a rubberman, insofar as you will have crossed thresholds few others have even contemplated. That in itself should be a source of pride to us both, and slaves are never proud. I stress that although you may at times be required to endure pain, you will not be harmed, and I promise you that when you leave after the final session, the only permanent changes you will notice in yourself will be that your experience will be greater, and so far as rubber matters are concerned you will be a great deal wiser. You will also have some incredible memories to cherish."

The door opened, Hans entered, "Hello, Tom. Congratulations on being chosen."

Tom nodded his thanks with a grin. Richard rose, and moving towards the door, said, "You may carry on now, Hans. Goodnight, Tom. Until we meet again."

Tom noticed that Hans no longer addressed him as 'Sir' - another change. Tom reckoned that he was being 'managed' into his submissive role. He could not help but feel, knowing himself and his own predilections, that this was unnecessary. He was impressed by the thoroughness with which Richard was making preparations, and he considered that when it eventually arrived, the 'Great Occasion', as Richard termed it, was going to be something very special. At that moment Tom could not know how right he was about that.



Fable Part Two

Hans had equipped himself with a clip-board and paper, together with a variety of measuring devices ranging from a simple tailor's tape, to callipers and even a micrometer. The measuring began; at first it was the usual basic data that was noted, but before the evening was over, Hans had measured not only the diameter of every orifice, the exact size of Tom's head, and the size of his testicles, but every finger and every toe, joint by joint. The measuring was punctuated by calculations of angles and contours where appropriate, the whole process occupying several hours. Hans was concentrating hard on his work, recording every detail meticulously, and spoke only when he wanted Tom to adjust his position. To Tom it seemed that Hans had undergone a metamorphosis - gone was the smile, and the courteous manner - the serious professional had taken over, and Tom realised that he was a little in awe of this new Hans.

When it was over, and every conceivable measurement had been taken and recorded, Tom was told to dress and reminded to return the following Monday. Hans left Tom to find his own way out without further comment.

Every Monday thereafter Tom attended as instructed. He underwent many sessions during which wax impressions were made of every part of his anatomy, including his mouth; no part of him went unrecorded. He was made to give samples of urine, blood and saliva. On several occasions he was given an electro-cardiograph; on others he had an electro- encephalograph. Tom was not slow to realise that these more searching investigations always followed any test which excited him sexually. The very intensity of the whole process he was undergoing stimulated Tom's erotic imagination; it seemed that Richard wanted a fully scientific profile of his physical and emotional reactions to certain stimuli. He was beginning to grasp that Richard really was going to take him to the very limit of his tolerance and beyond. The prospect filled him with elation.

Most of the sessions were with Hans alone, occasionally Karl would be present to assist. It was clear to Tom that Hans was the senior of the two, apart from that there was no indication of what relationship, if any, existed between the two. They behaved towards each other as professional colleagues. So far as their relationship with Richard was concerned; it appeared, superficially, that they were nothing more to him than trusted employees.

The whole set-up fascinated Tom. He found himself imagining that these two had begun their relationship, whatever it was, with Richard in similar circumstances to those in which he now found himself. Certainly they gave nothing away, conversation was limited to the job in hand. Tom was disappointed that they had offered no information about the purpose of the tests they carried out, despite the fact that Richard had hinted that they might do so. His own observations only led him to suppose that he would at some stage be kitted out in a rubber suit that would fit extremely well, and that because the so-called 'Great Occasion' was going to be of extended duration, Richard with his medical background, was being ultra cautious about the health-related tests. The outstanding feature about these two, from Tom's vantage point, was their immaculate self-discipline. They were so controlled that Tom found himself speculating for hours about the true nature of their relationship with Richard. He knew instinctively that it was something very deep and complex.

One evening, after several weeks of tests, Tom received the first indication that things were moving to toward a climax. He was dressing after a session of tests with Hans, and was ready to leave when the German said, "I have some special instructions for you from the Doctor. First there is a list of foods that you should avoid from now on. You are to take no alcohol, nor any drugs either recreational or for medication. If you develop any symptoms that would normally lead you to consult your own doctor, you are first of all to telephone the number included with the diet sheet. Finally, there is to be no sexual activity whatever, not even masturbation; the Doctor is most emphatic about this. He expects you to continue your habitual regimen of exercise, but that you should also ensure that you get plenty of rest, retiring early each night from now on. You will attend as usual next Monday, which will almost certainly be the last time. I will have some news for your then. Goodnight, Tom."

Sitting there in the ante-room, awaiting he knew not what, Tom recalled the frisson of excitement that gripped him that night. Despite Richard's instructions he was unable to sleep. The exciting prospect ahead made his whole body tingle; the weeks of tests had shown him only a glimmer of what was to take place, but his natural intelligence told him he was in for an incredible rubber experience, for why else would such a man as Richard take so much trouble. His cock gave him no peace. It was permanently erect, and its constant throbbing distracted his mind as well as his body. He exercised all his will-power and managed only by super-human effort to refrain from wanking. He was convinced that no submissive ever endured such torment, especially by proxy.

When Tom arrived at the house the following Monday it was Karl who answered the door. Karl received him with a wide grin; gone now was the detached professionalism of the past few weeks. Karl's whole manner suggested unbounded joy at seeing Tom again, although his verbal greeting was the customary politeness he always displayed. Tom was taken straight to the study where Hans was seated at Richard's desk.

Hans wasted no time on preliminaries or greeting, "There is no work tonight. All tests are now complete and satisfactory." His voice was flat, he did not smile, nor did he invite Tom to sit. "The Doctor requires you to be here on Friday of next week at Three. You should be prepared to remain at the Doctor's disposal until late on the following Sunday. You will need a period of recovery, and the Doctor suggests that you arrange to keep the Monday and Tuesday following free for this purpose. Do any of these requirements create problems for you?" Tom shook his head and Hans continued, "You are to eat nothing solid after Ten on the preceding Thursday evening, and you will take no liquids after noon on the Friday; this is essential for your subsequent well- being. You may go."
Hans's dismissal had been almost brusque, in contrast with the warm friendliness of Karl's welcome earlier. Tom reflected once again on how, gradually, attitudes had changed since his first visit. For an instant he felt almost rejected, but his thoughts soon turned to what lay ahead, and the gnawing excitement he had been living with for so long re-asserted itself, and he tried, as best he could, to continue his life normally.

Friday.

After a restless night, Tom rose. No breakfast; his stomach was churning, partly from hunger and partly from a mixture of emotions, indefinable now that the actual day had arrived. When he got downstairs and found a letter on Richard's distinctive stationery, his stomach stopped churning. He hesitated before opening it, terrified that at the last moment everything had been cancelled. If his hands had not been trembling so much he would have ripped the envelope open; as it was, his fingers would not obey his brain, and telling himself to 'get a grip', he took a knife and slowly slit the envelope. As he withdrew the paper a key dropped out. He read,

Tom -
Today is the day we have both worked long and hard for; you have proved to be a fine candidate -so far!

Ahead of you are some incredible rubber experiences. I urge you to make the most of them, and to savour fully each delight as it is presented to you. Some of the preparation may have seemed long-winded, unnecessary even. You are soon to discover what extreme rubber experience is all about. I must caution you about the various emotions that will assail you. There will be moments of terror - it will give way to ecstasy. Pain will become pleasure; exhaustion will become exhilaration - just go with it, you are in good hands.

Enclosed is the key to my house. Let yourself in, lock the latch and leave the key on the table. You know the way to my study, go in and on my desk you will find an electronic switch pad, similar to a TV remote control. There is only one button. Point the pad at the bookcase and press. The bookcase will open, go through and downstairs to the basement. The door will close behind you automatically. When you get downstairs, go through the black door ahead of you. Strip, put your clothing on the bench - and wait.

Good luck, and as one who hungers for rubber to another, 'bon appetit!'

Richard.'

Here he was - waiting.

Silently, the double doors opened. Tom had been momentarily lost in his own thoughts while gazing at his reflection in the mirror opposite the bench. He first saw the movement in the corner of his eye. Slightly startled, he turned his head to see, standing in the entrance, two figures in identical rubber gear. Involuntarily his jaw dropped, and for a few seconds he gaped at the two rubber creatures. They advanced into the room a few paces. One figure was slightly bigger than the other; both had very athletic bodies.

Tom stood up, remembering at last to pull himself together and shut his mouth. Standing there stark naked, he felt very vulnerable, and slightly ridiculous. The smaller man stopped just inside the doors, which had swung to behind them. The larger man approached Tom, and placing his rubber hands on his shoulders, exerted gentle downward pressure to indicate that Tom was to resume his seat. By now Tom had collected his wits, and he realised that the two rubber figures were Hans and Karl.

The suits they wore fitted every contour of their bodies perfectly, and Tom was quick to notice that the rubber moved with them. There were no ripples or creases; it behaved exactly as an extra layer of skin. He had only seen such anatomically perfect rubber gear portrayed in drawings, and these two were no drawing.

As usual, it was Hans who took the lead, while Karl waited just inside the doors. Hans turned and crossed the room to one of the steel lockers, from which he took a small plastic box. Returning to Tom, he opened the box, and turning Tom's head to one side, inserted a rubber plug into his left ear, then placed another in his right ear. He inspected them closely, and took some care to set them snugly in Tom's outer ears. When satisfied that he had fitted them correctly, Hans stepped back a pace, and with one hand made a movement to his own waist. Over his suit he wore a thin rubber belt on which were a number of small square tabs. He pressed one and instantly Tom could hear electronic 'noise' in his ears, faint, like the few seconds of a tape running before the recorded sound begins.

Hans's voice came into his ears, "Hi, Tom, you will have guessed it is me, Hans, and that is Karl. The plugs in your ears are very high- tech. First of all they are pure rubber, as will be everything that comes into contact with your body from now on. Embedded in the rubber are tiny receivers, we can talk to you and to each other. For the moment you cannot talk to us, but later, when you have been fully dressed and equipped, you will be able to. We are wearing the same plugs that you have, but because they totally exclude all sound from outside, we cannot hear anything you say until you are properly equipped, which will be soon. We can give you all kinds of sounds in your ears, and more importantly, when we want to we can give you deep and total silence. You will find that experience quite unlike anything you have known before. I need to know if your plugs are seated comfortably because you will be wearing them for a long time. Nod if they are OK." Tom nodded.

Hans's voice had never sounded so friendly, and although he could not feel relaxed; he was far too excited, nonetheless the friendly, almost matey tones of Hans's voice had made him feel much more at ease and he began to absorb some of the detail of the rubber gear the two men wore.

Hans obviously sensed Tom's interest, and paused before him to allow him to take a long look. The suits were of fine grade latex; what puzzled Tom was that although they were made of heavy gauge material, the suits behaved as though they were made of light gauge latex. Every inch of flesh was covered; the hands appeared to be covered in black surgical gloves, so close was the fit. Their feet were encased in calf- length boots made entirely from moulded rubber. The suits had been so expertly crafted, that instead of the customary crude sheaths for their dicks, the impression was that their dicks were made from solid black rubber, so closely did the rubber follow every contour. Both men were well-hung; each had an erection.

The whole outfit seemed to Tom to be totally integrated; he could see no point at which gloves or boots were joined to the main suit. The head gear particularly excited Tom. Very tight hoods made of the same rubber as the suits, and also apparently integrated. Both men wore gasmasks which were secured by a series of thick heavy-duty black rubber straps. The masks were fitted with oval eye-pieces which slanted slightly upward at the outer edge. Hans's eye-pieces were black, and Tom was unable to see Hans's eyes, which he found just a little unnerving. Karl's mask had mirrored eye-pieces, and so far as Tom could tell, this was the only respect in which the two men's gear differed.

Corrugated rubber tubes were connected to the mask beneath each eye-piece. The tubes hung in provocative loops almost to the shoulders, passed over and behind to join at a Y-tube which was attached to the top of a black rubber bladder located between the shoulder blades. The rubber bladder was slung vertically in the centre of Hans's back, and from the bottom of the bladder protruded a short length of corrugated rubber tube which joined a regulator and two small cylinders which lay across the lower back. Between the cylinders and the regulator was a network thin smooth black rubber tubes. One tube connected the cylinders to the regulator while the others appeared to be welded into the suit itself. The whole apparatus was secured by a harness of thin but robust rubber strapping.

Hans turned so that Tom could have a really good look at the gear. Tom noticed a small gold padlock at the nape of Hans's neck at the point where the two main straps of the gasmask converged. The lock was open and swung from its hasp as Hans moved. He turned back to face Tom and said, "Our suits are the same as the one you will soon be wearing. The latex is a special surgical grade, its very elastic and extremely strong. They are made by a craftsman friend of the Doctor's, and as you can see, they fit very well. They look very tight on us, but in fact, as you will discover, there is no constriction. The suits are very comfortable, and we can wear them for days on end without discomfort or ill-effect. What you see before you is the heavier over-suit. There is a very thin undersuit next to the skin. The two facing surfaces of each suit are coated with a compound which eliminates any friction between the two layers, which is why we can move about so freely and still look as if we have rubber skin. You can understand now, Tom, why there had to be so much measuring during your weekly visits.

The hoods gloves and boots are integrated; it is one unit which we enter from the back. Under my breathing gear there is a seal. The suits are air-conditioned, and although our breathing gear may look simple, I can assure it is very sophisticated. You may think we wear it only for the overall effect, but I assure you it is very necessary. As I said just now, we can and frequently do, wear these suits for days on end. Your own rubber experience will have taught you that while to be totally encased in rubber is wild, nevertheless, after a few hours you can become very uncomfortable because of the sweat, and also because long periods when the surface of the skin is deprived of oxygen result in a feeling of lethargy."

Tom nodded as Hans went on, "We are breathing pure oxygen in these masks, and we are totally isolated from the natural atmosphere. Every square millimetre of our bodies is covered in rubber; we have been in our suits already for several hours and we are quite fresh because our suits are linked to our breathing gear which helps our suits to 'breathe' as well. There are dozens of tiny tubes, like capillaries, welded into the inner suit. Each tube is pin-pricked and can be inflated. The movement is so slight that you barely notice it. Our breathing gear is electronically controlled. It can be set to give us the required amount of oxygen we need, in addition every few seconds it sends a minute pulse of oxygen through the suits to enable our own skin to 'breathe', and it also has a reverse action so that the sweat we produce is scavenged away."

Hans turned his back to Tom again, "Take a look, Tom, I have a large butt-plug in me. The outer surface is made of pure rubber, but the plug contains a mixture of heavy silicon which gives it the exact texture of flesh, rather like the inserts women have implanted in their breasts in cosmetic surgery. For us, however, the important thing is that this material can be made to vibrate for several seconds after an electrical pulse is shot through it. My breathing gear has a small electric coil built into it and is programmed to pulse every twenty seconds. I am kept continually aware of my arse."
Tom was fascinated by the cunning design of the gear, and the sight of the black rubber bladder on Hans's back gently pulsating as he breathed drove him wild, and he thought his rampant dick would burst.

Hans faced Tom again, "Look closely at the base of my dick; you will see that built into the rubber there is a reinforced rubber ring which goes right round the base of my dick; there is another which goes round the top of my balls. These rings act just like ordinary cock- rings, but with a difference. They are also controlled electronically from the breathing gear, and pulsate every few seconds, quite imperceptibly, but we can feel it like a contraction, and it keeps our dicks erect at all times. These rings also have another function, but more about that later on. Time now to kit you out in some gear."
Hans crossed to the locker again and took from it a bundle of gleaming black rubber. He laid it on the floor in the centre of the room and began unrolling it. This was the undersuit, and Tom watched closely as Hans unfurled it carefully, revealing the whole shape. Tom was fascinated to note that the feet even had toes.

"Like it?", Hans enquired.

"Great.", said Tom, forgetting in his excitement that Hans could not hear him. He nodded hurriedly, and Hans laughed. "I could tell from your face what you said. Come, Karl, we are dressing Tom now. By the way, you have not greeted Tom yet, where are your manners!"

Karl came over, saying, "Hi, Tom, I am looking forward to seeing you in your gear, and to the two us being together in rubber at last."

Hans had lifted the suit from the floor by the shoulders, "That will do, Karl. You are not here to flirt, so get hold of this suit." To Tom he said, "I may as well warn you, he fancies you rotten." Tom grinned, by now feeling almost relaxed by this unaccustomed banter between the two rubber guys. Karl responded to Hans's taunt by grabbing his dick and making a mock-wanking movement. As he did so, Hans's hand flew to his belt and pressed one of the tabs. Instantly Karl seized his dick and balls in both hands and doubled up, apparently in great pain. Tom heard him gasp and swear in German, then as Hans pressed at his belt again, silence.

Hans's voice again, "I told you the rubber cock-rings had another function, and that is punishment. I have isolated Karl, he cannot hear us now." Hans's voice had regained some of the 'edge' and hardness of previous occasions. "Here there is only one dominant, and that is the Doctor. We three are all submissive to his rubber will. Among the three of us I am senior, and you would do well to remember that. Karl, like yourself, ranks below me, and although he will be assisting the Doctor and me during the next few days, he is also still learning the ways of extreme rubber practice. He has just received a sharp electric shock in a very sensitive area. He will be fully recovered in a few seconds, but I should caution you that your own suit is similarly equipped to receive the same treatment, and I would remind you that you are subject to the same discipline that applies to Karl. Like you, he is a fine candidate for the Doctor's extreme rubber procedures, however, be aware that Karl is very high-spirited and full of tricks. Although he knows he will be punished, he will probably at some stage attempt to lure you into earning punishment. He will consider his own temporary agony well worth the spectacle of you being punished, so take care. He is OK now, so I will bring him back into circuit."

The few moments of tension dispersed Tom's growing sense of euphoria, and he felt slightly apprehensive. There was a volatile element to the proceedings he had not anticipated, and though he was pleased and flattered to know that Karl found him attractive, he hoped that that coupled with Karl's slightly capricious nature would do nothing to cause any serious distraction during the forthcoming couple of days. His present situation was not made any easier by the fact that he himself found Karl almost irresistible; to his amazement, having now seen Karl in full rubber he felt an urge to dominate him, which, he reminded himself quickly, was not exactly what he was there for. Conscious still, of his own nakedness, he found himself wondering how Karl would react to the sight of him in full rubber once they got him kitted out.

Sharp tones from Hans brought him out of his reverie, "Come, Karl, let's get on." The suit lay on the floor face down, and Tom could see the small aperture in the back through which his whole body would have to pass. Karl went to the locker and brought out a small aerosol. "We will spray you first," said Hans. "This is a lubricant, and the suit will just slide on to you. This stuff is water-soluble, harmless to the suit and to the skin, and within minutes it will be absorbed by your body - another product from one of the Doctor's boffin friends. Now stand." The cold spray came as a shock to Tom as Hans sprayed his whole body. Hans indicated to Tom to sit, and he and Karl lifted the suit at the waist, bringing it towards Tom, who instinctively held his feet out. Turning the suit over, the two rubber men eased Tom's feet into the opening in the back of the suit and began sliding it up Tom's legs. With great care they eased his feet into the feet of the suit, making certain that Tom's toes were properly located into the appropriate toes in the feet of the suit. Tom could hear them breathing harder with the effort, and he thrilled at the sight of the black rubber bladders on their backs heaving more vigorously as they worked to get the suit on him. Once more he was aware of his dick wanting to burst with erotic excitement.

"Wriggle your toes," commanded Hans. Tom did.

"Comfortable?" Tom nodded.

They hauled the suit up over his knees, Hans gestured for Tom to stand up. The entry port of the suit was around Tom's thighs as he stood, and although the opening was only about five inches long normally, but now expanded to several times that size, Tom could feel no tightness as he had on other occasions when he had pulled on neck-entry dry suits. He moved gingerly, afraid that the suit might split. Hans understood at once and said, "No need to worry about the suit, it's stronger than it looks, and much stronger than anything you have worn before." As if to prove his point, he placed his hands between the rim of the opening and Tom's thighs and pulled outward - there was still plenty of 'give' in the rubber. Karl pulled on the other side and together they lifted the opening up to waist-level. Karl gathered the surplus folds of rubber around Tom's waist, holding it up and out of the way while Hans made sure that the lower part of Tom's body was covered smoothly with the thin rubber.

Tom could feel Karl's rubber hands against his bare flesh and that, together with the nearness of these two rubber guys in their masks and breathing gear, was almost more than he could bear without shooting his load spontaneously. His dick was throbbing visibly now, and Hans noticed it. "I know how you feel, Tom." The matey tone was back in his voice. "You will have to be careful now, because I am going to fit your dick and balls into the suit, so control yourself. I know you can do it, so just calm down, and use your hands to stop me for a minute if you have to. I don't want you to come now, so take it easy. Are you ready?" Tom paused for a few seconds, fighting to compose himself, then nodded.

Hans carefully slipped the sheath over Tom's dick. and nudged his balls into position in their tailored rubber scrotum. The feeling was sensational, except that the tip of his dick felt very uncomfortable. The folds of rubber round his waist prevented him from seeing his new rubber dick. He looked up at Hans and pointed to let him know that something was not quite right. Hans said, "I haven't finished yet, be patient! There is a little rubber flange, slightly stiffened, which I have to fit into the eye of your dick, so that your new rubber dick will have its own piss-hole, just hang on." He picked up a small solid rubber probe that Karl had left with the aerosol, and delicately inserted the flange into Tom's dick.

"Right! Now for the rest of you." Both men got behind Tom, and pulling the aperture of the suit open to an extent that seemed impossible for such thin rubber, they pulled the top of the suit over Tom's head. Simultaneously each one pushed an arm into the suit, which at this stage looked something of a mess. They concentrated on arranging the hood temporarily so that Tom could breathe. Satisfied that he could, they set about ensuring a snug fit of arms, chest and shoulders, paying particular attention to the fit under the arms. The hands and fingers were fitted into place next, so that apart from his head, Tom now looked as if he had a rubber skin. Hans explained, "The hood should be anatomically perfect for you when we have finished." He worked as he spoke, making adjustments and matching the contours of the hood to those of Tom's head, ""There are flanges in the hood, just like that in the sheath. I am going to fit the ones for your nostrils first, so that the first half-inch of your nostrils will be lined with rubber. You can breathe quite naturally through the holes..... now for your lips. These flanges for your lips are moulded on the models we took of your mouth, so open up" Tom opened his mouth and Hans fitted the rubber flanges into place over his lips so that the inside of his mouth was also lined with rubber. Hans told him to close his mouth and move his lips about; pursing them, smiling, and then opening his mouth wide. The rubber moved exactly as Tom's own flesh moved beneath it, and it felt surprisingly comfortable.

Fable Part Three

"Now, Tom, tell me - how do you feel?"

"Great!"

Tom started to nod vigorously, and Hans laughed. "Its OK, I can hear you now. Inside the rubber over your lips there is a thin ribbon microphone; we have them in our own suits, so now you can talk and be heard. Right, now bend over. Karl has forgotten to put the flange for your arse into place. If he's not careful he's got another shock coming to him!"

As Tom bent, Hans returned to the locker. Karl used his rubber- covered fingers deftly to insert the flange into Tom's arse. Tom thought he took a little longer than was really necessary, and when Karl took advantage of Hans's momentary inattention to sneak a crafty feel of Tom's balls and dick, he knew he was right. Tom's dick was still throbbing, and although the sheath was in no way constricting, or even confining in the way that a tight pair of jeans would be, nonetheless, the effect of the sheath and the rubber suit generally was in itself wildly stimulating, especially to a sexually vigorous man who had not been allowed to get his rocks off for two whole weeks. When he felt Karl's caress he thought his dick was going to erupt. He felt at the very limit of his self-control, and pushed Karl's hand away, hoping that Hans would not see the movement in the mirror, but the latter was busy in the locker and did not notice the quick exchange. Tom dared not speak to Karl, but as he pushed his hand away, he managed a quick responsive squeeze, hoping the headstrong rubber guy would understand.

"OK, that's it," said Karl.

Tom eased himself upright again and tried to see himself in the mirror. Hans, returning from the locker with another bundle of rubber, saw Tom's attempts to see his rubber image for the first time, and moving out of the way, said, "Go on, take a good look." Tom walked up to the full-length mirror, and stared at the image. The suit had been made so skilfully that his features were still recognisable through the rubber hood. He was looking at a complete rubber Tom.

"Move about - flex all your muscles, Tom, and see how freely you can move," said Hans. Tom was amazed at the combination of complete coverage and freedom of movement. The feeling of the rubber was quite unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He took another long look in the mirror; he could just make out the tiny tubes that Hans had told him about. There was a vast intricate network of them, there must have been thousands. For the first time he noticed, in the lower back, a tiny rubber connector. Hans explained, "Remember you only have the undersuit on so far." Indicating the rubber he still held, he went on, "Here is the proper suit; that connector joins with it, and will form part of the system into which you will eventually be plugged. The little pads you see in the suit are electronic sensors, and they will monitor all your vital signs, such as blood pressure, heart and respiration rate and your temperature. It really is a work of art, though it owes more to science than to art. Now, that's enough preening. I want you fully suited up. Let's move it, Karl."

Hans laid the bundle of rubber on the floor, unfolding it to reveal the main suit, heavier and stronger than the undersuit, but, incredibly, just as elastic. The only other respect in which the heavier oversuit differed from the undersuit was that it was equipped with moulded rubber boots instead of feet. The three of them went through the whole procedure once more, until, at last, Tom was completely suited. Hans made Tom move and stretch to make certain that the suit was comfortable and properly fitted. Satisfied finally that Tom was suited up perfectly, he said, "Just relax for a few minutes. Your suit is not yet air-conditioned, and I don't want you to get over-heated, so sit down."

Tom resumed his seat on the bench. He was beginning to feel really elated. His whole body had come alive in a totally unexpected way since he'd got into the suit. He was aware of every part of his body, yet there was no pressure, no constriction, whichever way he moved. The sensation was electrifying. He still felt a little apprehensive about what lay ahead, now that he was, quite literally, on the threshold of this rubber adventure; nevertheless, the feel of the suit gave him confidence, and he felt that dressed thus he could cope with anything. He had never felt so complete in all his life, and he just sat savouring the sheer pleasure of it all.

Hans broke into his thoughts, "You look good, Tom, and I know you feel good. Before we go in to the Doctor, I have something to say. First, reassurance that you are in expert and experienced hands, and secondly, I want to explain one or two things that may have puzzled while we have been preparing you. You will have noticed that I wear a padlock and that it is open, and that Karl's is locked. Our suits are identical to yours, and having just been dressed, you won't need telling that none of us would be able to undress without assistance. The padlocks are therefore worn merely as symbols of our status as rubber submissives. The fact that mine hangs open and loose, while Karl's is locked is a further symbol of our ranking in the Doctor's eyes. Mine is open as a gesture from the Doctor that he accepts my obedience to him without question. Karl has yet to achieve that status, although the fact that he wears the padlock, the only item of his gear, by the way, that is his personal property, and was a gift to him from the Doctor, indicates that he has attained some standing with the Doctor as a rubber submissive. He wears it with some pride. It remains to be seen if you will be given one."

Hans paused, and Karl broke in, "I'll help you get yours, Tom." His voice was low and earnest; he barely breathed the words. Tom wondered if Karl had hoped Hans would not have heard, but he knew, because he could hear them both breathing, there was no chance of even the slightest sound being missed by Hans, who snapped, "Hold your tongue. Karl. You have all you can do to help yourself, so shut up."

Once more Tom could feel the tension between the two, and despite his own mixed feelings of apprehension and excitement about the immediate future, he felt protective towards Karl, and he began thinking of himself and Karl as becoming in some way united by their common position of submissiveness to Hans. Karl remained silent, and Hans continued, "The eyepieces in our masks differ, as you can see. Once again this is, if you will, a badge of rank; it also serves as a means of identification. The Doctor and I both have black eyepieces, while Karl has mirrored glass. At certain stages you will wear a similar mask which will be equipped with plain glass - the badge of a novice. Stand now, Tom. The Doctor will be ready for us, and it would be unwise to keep him waiting."

As he got to his feet, Tom realised that his legs were trembling. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he felt suddenly quite weak. He attributed it to not having eaten, but deep in his heart he admitted to himself that not only was his weakness due to a lack of food and drink, but also to fear that was slowly stealing over him because of what may await him. Physically, his suit made him feel magnificent and indomitable; mentally, Hans terrified him. He knew Hans was a submissive, but he told himself that even so, as dominant in terms of himself and Karl, he was a determined and forceful personality. He sensed that Hans's loyalty to Richard was absolute. He was disturbed by his own feelings for Karl, and a little angered and defensive about Hans's attitude to Karl.

With these conflicting emotions raging within him, Tom walked to the centre of the room and faced the double doors at the far end. The other two took position one either side of Tom, and together the three rubbermen advanced to the doors. Karl gave Tom's elbow a reassuring squeeze; Tom responded, dropping his hand and briefly gripping the front of Karl's thigh. Hans and Karl each pushed one of the doors which parted easily and silently - they passed through.

Through the double doors at last, Tom stopped dead in his tracks. Hans and Karl had gone a pace ahead before they realised Tom had stopped. As if to support him, each man took one of his arms, Understandably, they had mistaken his hesitation for fear. In fact, Tom had stopped in wonder, the scene before him could have come from any of a dozen fantasies he had conjured in his imagination over the years. He just could not believe this was real.

The room was a fully equipped operating room. Before him, Tom could see the table with the big light overhead. He had expected a well equipped rubber-room, but nothing as elaborate and complex as this room. The big light over the table was unlit, but it dominated the room. Quickly he looked about him; the room was full of equipment, all of which appeared to be authentic hospital gear. Much of the room was occupied by electronic gadgetry. Away on the far side of the spacious room were two very complicated looking chairs, similar to dentist's chairs. The walls were lined with cabinets; there were several trolleys, all laden with equipment, but concealed by rubber sheeting. Everything in the room was either of rubber or stainless steel. With the main light unlit, the room was illuminated by cleverly positioned lights which created a slightly menacing, and yet to someone with Tom's tastes, an undeniably thrilling atmosphere. The rubber reflected highlights and the steel glittered its potent message of seductive malice. The apprehensions of a few minutes ago dropped away from him. His rubber instincts told him that this was going to be a rubber experience well worth all the tedium Richard had put him through during the past few weeks. He forgot about the conflicting emotions that had raged within him about Karl. Quite suddenly his attention was riveted on one item of equipment standing slightly to one side and a little away from the head of the table. It was an anaesthetic machine, with its cylinders, flow meters and gauges. The large black rubber bladder hung inert among the loops of corrugated rubber tubing, some of which lay over the top of the machine, and nestling tantalisingly among the tubes was a big black rubber face mask. A frisson of excitement swept through him; his heart raced, and his dick throbbed. He knew without doubt that he was in the domain of a wealthy and knowledgeable rubber fanatic for whom it would seem there were no limits, and nothing was too extreme. In this respect, Tom's instinct was true enough.

Thrilled and elated, he straightened himself, and unconsciously flexed his whole body inside the rubber. This, he told himself, is the business. He knew it was what he was made for.

Tom felt the grip on his arms tighten, and the two men, who now behaved more like captors, gently but firmly led him towards the table. They reached it in three paces, and with swift joint action, the two rubbermen had lifted Tom off his feet and laid him on the table.

"Bit of a shock, is it?", said Hans.

"Like a dream come true - Bloody fantastic!"

Tom tried to look about him as he lay on the table, but it was difficult to see much. There was no sign of Richard.

"Lie still. I am going to plug you into the system. Your suit will be air-conditioned then. The sensors will be activated, and the mikes and earplugs will operate from a central power source instead of from batteries."

Hans took the slim rubber tube protruding from the small of Tom's back and connected it to a long tube that led away to a bank of electronic equipment a few feet from the table. He pressed a few keys on a panel, and instantly Tom felt a slight change in the 'feel' of his suit. It had begun to feel a little clammy, but now the suit began to feel again like it had when he first got into it. He also noticed that the cock-rings had become active; a slight, barely perceptible pulse every few seconds as the rings contracted and then relaxed again.

"Notice any difference?" Asked Hans. Tom nodded. "We have to connect our own suits and breathing gear into the central system, and then I'll run a quick check of all our equipment."

Hans busied himself at the console for a few minutes, and Tom felt the network of tubes in his suit suddenly swell then shrink again, several times in rapid succession. After that he could feel increased activity in the cock rings, followed by a tingling sensation in the rings which increased to a degree that made him gasp, and then involuntarily cry out in pain. "OK, I'm just making sure everything in your suit is functioning, so stop your bawling."

Karl had come to the side of the table with a piece of very heavy rubber. He laid it along Tom's chest and abdomen. At intervals along the edge were short straps, an inch or so in length. Each strap was fitted with a large heavy-duty D-ring. One end of the rubber pad reached almost to Tom's throat, the other end to just above his dick. The rubber pad was about four inches wide, and passed between Tom's nipples, which could be seen clearly erect in the suit. Hans positioned himself on the opposite side of the table. Working in unison, the two rubbermen threaded thick rubber straps, one end of which was secured to the underside of the table, through the D-rings, pulled them tight enough to be just taut, securing each strap to a clamp beneath the table. There were five straps on each side, with two more at each end. Working from top to bottom they adjusted and increased the tension on each strap so that Tom could feel moderate pressure on his body from the pad, now secured with equal tension on each strap. For the time being the four end straps were left loose.

The table was fitted with stainless steel stirrups; Tom's legs were lifted and placed in them. The stirrups could be raised or lowered and moved laterally by hydraulics. Hans pressed a pedal on the floor, and slowly the stirrups lifted Tom's legs up and apart. Kicking another pedal, Hans caused the lower end of the table to drop away, so that he could stand at the end, between Tom's legs, and gain convenient access to his arse. The stirrups were padded with rubber and, Hans having positioned them at a height and angle comfortable for Tom, the two rubbermen secured his legs into the stirrups with thick rubber straps. Karl secured the two straps at the lower end of the rubber pad to the table through Tom's groin, carefully ensuring that the tension was equal to that on the side-straps. The lower half of Tom's body was now completely immobile, while his arse and dick were easily accessible from the end of the table.

Meanwhile Hans had come to the head of the table, which was constructed of three closely integrated flaps, each of which could be raised or lowered singly, or when required all three could move as one unit. He took Tom's head between his rubber covered hands and carefully positioned it on the centre flap. He operated a lever and the two outer flaps folded away beneath the table. He secured the two straps on the pad over Tom's shoulders to the table, adjusting the tension with some precision.
Tom was now in a very submissive position, immobile except for his arms and head; but not for long.

The two rubbermen resumed their places on each side of the table from beneath which each man pulled out an arm-support, placed at 45?the table. Tom's arms were quickly secured to these with more heavy rubber strapping. Hans returned to the head of the table, while Karl went off to one of the cabinets at the edge of the room. Hans picked up a rubber head-harness made of thin rubber strips, and cunningly designed so that once Hans had secured it, Tom's head was held immobile, yet no part of the harness covered his face.

Tom was now totally immobilised. He could move no part of his body, yet he was conscious of no undue pressure on any part of him. He had never been held so securely in such physical comfort. The whole procedure had been carried out in silence. Tom could hear the other two breathing in their masks, and his gaze followed them as they moved about; he was still unable to take his eyes from the pulsating black rubber bladders on their backs. He was now really enjoying the attentions of the two rubber guys, and his pleasure and excitement increased as each part of his body was secured to the table. Where, he wondered, was Richard.

Hans spoke, "We have you completely at our mercy now, Tom, and I can promise you there will be none, so prepare yourself. From now on its rubber all the way, as much as you can handle." He moved to one side of the table, "There will be pain," and emphasising the point, leaned over Tom and tweaked his nipples sharply. Despite the two layers of rubber, they were remarkably receptive to sensation. The unexpected pain made Tom gasp, and Hans chuckled maliciously. His voice was no longer friendly or encouraging; yet again Tom could detect the underlying tones of hardness. Once more he reminded himself that submissive though he might be, Hans still presented a formidable rubber presence. Tom shrugged mentally, philosophising to himself that he was now powerless anyway, so why worry. Hans was speaking again, "You have a few minutes to lay there and consider your position; if you have any regrets about it, hard luck. We are here to finish what you started." He left Tom.

Tom knew of course that he was not alone. For a brief second, however, he felt totally isolated. In one sense he was; inside his suit he was shut away from the outside world, and in this room, reality as understood by the conventional world had no place. He felt his spirits rising again, he acknowledged that he would have things no different.

He tested his limbs and body and could move nothing, again he marvelled that there was no pressure or constriction anywhere on his body. He lay there in complete comfortable confinement. The action of the cock rings reminded him again of his rampant rubber dick which was dominating his consciousness. However, from the moment his legs had been placed in the stirrups, he had been becoming increasingly aware of his arse, and he longed for something big to penetrate it.

He could only look upward. The harness held his head as immobile as his body, and he looked up at the great light overhead. He wondered how much it weighed and thought, irrationally, about the damage it would inflict if it fell on him; there would be no escape. A slight movement in the reflective surfaces of the light caught his attention; thinking his eyes were playing tricks in the subdued lighting, he closed them briefly. The instant he reopened them he felt his head clasped gently in two hands. He looked up to see a tall gasmasked figure standing over him. Richard had arrived.

Tom heard Richard's low musical voice in his ears. The sense of intimacy created by the ear plugs accentuated the naturally persuasive tones of the voice, to the point where Tom felt the hypnotic effect of it once again. Richard's rubber covered hands caressed Tom's rubber helmeted head, and he knew instinctively that he was, quite literally, in the hands of The Master.

"I see the boys have done a good job in preparing you. You look good, and I hope you are ready for some real rubber action. How do you feel - are you comfortable?"

"I feel great, but what do I call you?"

"The boys call me 'Doctor', you will do the same. Now, Tom, we are going to start off very gently. By the way, the boys are busy now, they have their work to do, so I have taken them out of our circuit. They can talk to each other, but can't hear what we are saying, so for the moment it's just the two of us."

Richard released Tom's head and, while he spoke, drew a low rubber-covered stool to the head of the table, and then brought the anaesthetic machine to within a couple of feet. He lifted the mask from the coils of black corrugated rubber tubes and held it for a moment, cupped almost lovingly in his hand while he opened a valve and made quick checks of the gauges and flow meters. He seated himself on the stool, holding the mask above Tom's face.

When he saw the mask above him, Tom felt a sudden thrill, 'Here we go', he thought.

"The boys and I breathe oxygen when we are in rubber. It makes you feel great - you'll love it." He placed the mask lightly on Tom's face, taking care that it was properly seated, and then applied more pressure. Tom smelt the rubber, and in his excitement began pulling in great gulps of the oxygen greedily. Almost at once he felt the 'lifting' effect. His whole rubber body was alive with sensation; his dick and arse were driving him to distraction with their craving for satisfaction. The big black rubber mask on his face felt great and he was wild with rubber sexual arousal and anticipation.

"Steady with your breathing. Just breathe normally. If you continue to gulp as you are doing you will hyper-ventilate, so just take things as they come. Now close your mouth and breathe slowly and deeply through your nose." Tom did as Richard said; he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.

"That's better, just keep breathing like that. This equipment we have here is very sophisticated. It can breathe for you, but for the moment you are breathing on demand, which means that the machine gives you what you ask it to, so just carry on as you are while I strap the mask on. I am going to put a blindfold on as well so that you can concentrate totally on enjoying all the sensations, so just relax and keep breathing slowly and deeply."

Richard secured the mask to Tom's face with a Clausen's harness, a triangular piece of heavy rubber which already lay beneath Tom's head. A thick rubber strap extended from each point of the triangle, one on each side of the head, the other over the top from behind. The straps had holes punched at half-inch intervals. On the front of the mask were three steel lugs, and Richard hooked the straps to the mask, taking care that the tension on each strap was equal. He adjusted the mask so that it was just moderately tight.

Tom was enjoying the sensation of Richard fitting the mask. He loved masks of all kinds, regarding them as an essential part of any rubber activity, and there was a special thrill for him to be masked by another while helpless himself. He wanted the mask to be strapped on really tight, but recognising the sureness of Richard's experienced touch, and mindful of his own role in the proceedings, he remained silent. The blackness enhanced everything he could feel.

Richard rose and walked round the side of the table. He reflected with some satisfaction that Tom looked magnificent lying there in full rubber bondage with the great rubber mask strapped to his face and the two black corrugated rubber hoses rising up from the front of it to long graceful and provocative curves back to the machine. The sound of Tom's now regular breathing was quite audible, but because he was breathing for himself on demand, the big black rubber bladder on the machine remained lifeless.

For a few minutes Richard stood gazing at Tom. He told himself the lad showed great promise so far, and he was eager to see how he would react as the weekend progressed. He cast an appraising eye over the bondage which, despite the fact that Hans and Karl had done the work, he nevertheless regarded as his own creation. Satisfied with what he saw, he looked over to where his two acolytes were preparing some professional colonic irrigation equipment. Karl was erecting a steel stand at the foot of the table from which was slung an enormous black rubber bag. Empty now, the bag would soon hold five gallons of warm soapy water. Several feet of plain black rubber tubing, one inch in diameter, led from the bottom of the bag to a three-way junction where it joined two similar tubes.

One of these had already been connected to a drain in the floor; the third tube, now held by Hans, culminated in a large phallic-shaped nozzle. It was in fact a variation of the Bardex enema, whereby the head of the phallus could be inflated after it had been inserted, so that the whole phallus was locked in position and could not be dislodged by any amount of muscular contraction. The special union which connected the nozzle to the main tube had hanging from it a short slender tube on the end of which was a black rubber inflating bulb. Each of the hoses had a steel on/off valve located midway along its length.

Hans lubricated the whole of the nozzle generously and laid it on the table beneath Tom's arse. Karl meanwhile had completed erecting the stand and now brought water in large jugs which, while Hans held the huge bag steady, he poured. Karl had to return several times to the sink before the bag was finally filled.

Richard stood watching them work. He took some pride in these two rubber creatures he had created. Just as Tom had done earlier, he enjoyed the sight of the black rubber bladders on their backs rising and falling as they breathed. Karl's was really heaving with the effort of carrying the jugs of water.

Richard smiled to himself in his mask. Karl had certainly taken some taming, he recalled as his gaze followed the younger rubberman's movements about the room. He had been fascinated by the curious paradox of submissiveness in such a headstrong guy; yes, he told himself, there was never a dull moment with Karl. Hans, by contrast, was totally predictable. The great hulking rubberman was spaniel-like in his devotion to Richard, and although submissive by nature, nonetheless had the capacity to dominate, particularly if in so doing he was executing a command of Richard's upon a third party. Once again Richard grinned in his mask as he thought how well Hans could handle Karl, who though equally devoted to Richard, did not fear him as he feared Hans. Despite the fact that the two worked well together on projects such as this, Richard was well aware that there was tension between the two rubber guys, and he had often been hugely diverted by the way in which they reacted to each other. 'Cat and mouse', he thought, then mentally correcting himself, 'no, more like cat and a puppy.'


The great bag now bulged, and Karl, having rid himself of the jugs now brought to Hans a small black rubber butt-plug, which the latter lubricated and began slowly to insert into Tom.

Unaware, in his black, rubber world, of all the activity around him, Tom had drifted into a rubber fantasy, 'Oh,' he wished, 'if only this mask were on real tight, if only one of these bastards would do something with my dick and my arse.' He knew he was in a situation that all submissive rubber guys would give their eye-teeth for, yet it was so frustrating to be so hyped-up and yet - nothing! He was groaning inwardly when he was startled by a hand on the inside of one of his thighs, then he felt the tip of the butt-plug, 'at last!' He felt the plug slide in and then twist. He hoped he was being opened up for something bigger. He drew more heavily on the oxygen, moving his facial muscles against the light, almost imperceptible pressure of the mask. He could feel the muscles of his arse working with the plug, as it was drawn in and out and twisted first one way and then the other.

For five minutes Hans manipulated the plug inside Tom, and satisfied that he was open and receptive, he withdrew it and handed it to Karl who got rid of it and returned to the foot of the table alongside the enema stand. Hans took up the phallic nozzle and nodded to Karl to open the valve in the main feeder tube slightly, so that the tube was fully primed with water, thus preventing air being pumped into Tom ahead of the enema itself, which would cause severe cramps. The hole in the head of the nozzle was narrower than the bore of the tube, only a quarter of an inch, ensuring that Tom would receive a steady flow of water at pressure, but avoiding a sudden influx, which would also give him internal cramp. As soon as water flowed from the nozzle, Hans signalled Karl to close the valve and, with one hand parting the lips of Tom's arse, pressed the head into the newly opened twitching hole.

Exerting firm, controlled pressure, he paused and looked to the head of the table where Richard had resumed his place on the stool and, nodding to Hans as he flicked a switch on the anaesthetic machine, the big rubber guy pushed the phallus slowly and relentlessly to its hilt, noting with approval the way Tom used his anal muscles to co-operate in accepting the great nozzle. It went in smoothly. He looked up and saw that Tom's chest was heaving slightly. Out of circuit with Tom he could hear nothing; he glanced at Richard who gave no further sign, so assuming that all was well with Tom, he seized the bulb and began inflating the head. He continued until he felt the bulb begin to resist and he knew the head was locking itself into place; a few more pumps on the bulb secured it finally. He stood up and nodded to Karl who opened the valve from the bag partially, and the water flowed down through the tube into Tom.


Fable Part Four

An onlooker, unversed in the ways of extreme rubbermen, chancing upon the scene as it was at that precise moment would scarcely believe what he saw. The uninitiated voyeur would behold what to him would seem a terrifying and forbidding aspect of rubber and steel; complex electronic and medical equipment, which to him with no 'inner eye' would seem to be devoid of the warmth customarily associated with human erotica. He would be unable to comprehend the motivation of the three identically clad rubber creatures, masked, fully suited, and wearing bizarre-looking breathing apparatus, each with a thick rubber umbilical tube linking his suit to a central console, gathered around a table upon which a recumbent, bound figure lay helpless in rubber, masked and breathing from an elaborate machine, and with a large black rubber tube protruding from his arse. He might well have wondered what was coming next - such a one, had he lingered, would not have had long to wait.

However, there was no audience; the four rubbermen were alone together in their rubber fastness, each insulated from the outside world, isolated from each other, each in his own self-contained individual rubber world. Perversely, it was rubber, the medium of their encapsulation, which bound them together in their apartness from other men. Not one of them would have had it otherwise, and each gloried in the extremity of his devotion to the real master of the situation - the rubber itself.
The few minutes of fore-play with the butt-plug had stimulated Tom almost beyond endurance. His anal muscles were undulating against the plug, and his dick throbbed with merciless insistence; he was torn between an overwhelming desire to shoot his load, and terror of the consequences if he did.

He was aware of a dull ache in his balls, which he knew were full of sex juice, while the pulsating cock-rings served only to remind him of his need to get his rocks off. He could not settle, and by way of relief, tried to bury his face deeper into his mask, but the head-harness prevented that. He told himself this was rubber bondage with a vengeance - he had never imagined it could be accompanied by such torment. He knew he was breathing more heavily on the oxygen now, and fought to control his breathing lest he earn a further rebuke from Richard.

He was just getting his breathing under control again when he felt something against his arse; this time it was no mere butt-plug. A rubber hand easing open his arse told him he was about to receive something very much larger. He felt the tip enter; he wanted to move onto it and help its passage, but his bondage would not allow it. The tip stopped just inside him, already his muscles were working to ease it in. It felt like a vast dick, and it was held firmly just inside the anal ring. He felt Richard's hand on his mask, pressing it to his face; the straps were being tightened - Oh, yes, this was more like it! The mask was quite tight now.

Then the amyl hit him. The warm glow stole over and through his body, taking his mind off his dick as he felt his heart begin to beat faster. Oh, yes, this is it! With impeccable timing, just as the effects of the amyl were at their peak, the huge member was eased smoothly and inexorably deep into his bowel. The amyl caused his muscles to relax in acceptance.

It was a long time since he had had a buzz like this from amyl. He was enjoying a very pure substance prepared by yet another boffin friend of Richard's. It was strictly B.P.C., and contained a minute amount of ether to give it extra volatility and the characteristically heady effect of the amyl once available in little glass ampoules over the counter of any pharmacy, but now superseded by indifferent bulk supplies peddled by back-street rip-off dealers.

All too soon the intoxicating vapour subsided, and Tom drew deeply through his mask, savouring the last lingering traces, until once again he was breathing pure oxygen.

His arse was feeling great with the huge phallus inside; he had the feeling that it was expanding inside him, then he felt it lock in position and settle - this was what he had craved since getting on the table, and he flexed his muscles against the great intruder, to be rewarded with spasms of anal bliss.

The effect of the amyl in lowering his blood pressure had made his dick less of an immediate problem, and now that he really could feel the mask tight on his face he felt things were definitely heating up.

The trickle of warm liquid took him by surprise, and when the trickle became a flow as Karl opened the valve fully, he felt as if his entire body was opening up to receive the soapy fluid. For the first time he felt really relaxed, and he began thinking about the gear he was wearing. Despite the severity of his bondage he had to concede that he was remarkably comfortable. He had lost all count of time, and he reckoned that by now his suit should be feeling clammy, but it was just as comfortable now as when he first got into it. He licked his lips, remembering how the hood was moulded over them. It felt great to have rubber lips! He wrinkled his nose inside the mask and he could feel the rubber flanges tucked up in his nostrils. He had not realised before this just how erogenous his nose could feel.

The growing volume of warm water inside him began to make its presence felt, and his attention reverted once more to the lower regions of his body. An old hand at enemas, Tom had never before had one while his arse was so massively plugged. Experience told him that the phallus had penetrated deeply, and he reasoned that the enema would reach much deeper into his large intestine than usual; what he had heard referred to as a high colonic, and so far it felt terrific.

Richard's voice came into his ears, "We're giving you a good wash-out. The boys have some very nice gear down there to flush you out with, and shortly you will feel yourself empty, and then you'll be filled up again - several times. Each time you are refilled you'll get a little more than previously; the sensors in your suit are programmed so that no matter how full you may feel, you will in fact never get over full, so just enjoy the sensations down there as they happen. I want you to begin thinking now; you have seen briefly some of the equipment in here, and you must know what it is for. You know that you are here partly to be tested to your limits, as well as extending your rubber thresholds, and partly for my personal gratification."

Richard's voice was now very low, and at its most persuasive. He went on, "From now on new experiences will assail you; as they do, use your wits, reason things out, and above all don't panic, because each successive phase of what comes next will take you deeper and deeper into rubber extremism, far beyond the rubber thresholds you or anyone you have ever known would believe possible. I am coming out of circuit now, and you will experience deep electronic silence. No sound of any kind can reach you. Your isolation from the conventional world is absolute, and you are alone now inside your own rubber world; you will descend deeper into that world by the hour. The rubber will give your body pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but you must use your mind as well. The most potent of the sex organs is the brain; you have good powers of reason, use them fully from now on, Rubberman. Do I make myself clear?"

Tom had concentrated so hard upon Richard's words, and was so much under the influence of the hypnotic voice, not to mention his joy when Richard addressed him as 'Rubberman', that he failed to respond. Richard spoke again, this time his voice was hard and commanding, "Do I make myself clear to you, Rubberman?"

The words reverberated in Tom's ears, startled, he shouted, almost screaming into his mask, "YES, SIR!"

The silence came instantly; it was heavy, tangible and appropriately, deafening. There was nothing - just nothing. It was a silence that was unbalancing in its overwhelming intensity. Tom's first thought was that if he had not been bound to the table he would have fallen off.

The minutes passed, he could feel the water now draining from inside, and he wondered how long it would be before he began to fill up once more. He felt Richard's hand on his mask, and now the straps were pulled tight, viciously tight. So savagely did the mask bite into Tom's rubber face that he gasped. He never finished the gasp, for suddenly there was no more oxygen to pull into his lungs, and he felt his lungs being emptied, they were sucked dry. He panicked, a moment of terror, and then with equal suddenness, he felt a rush of oxygen fill his lungs; a pause, and then they were emptied again.

He rapidly worked out that the machine had taken over his breathing, and within a minute he had got the hang of it and just let the machine breathe for him. It was so easy. He understood the significance of Richard's words. It would be impossible to fight the machine - if he did he could damage his lungs. Going with it was easy, and erotically, for a rubber submissive, wildly exciting. Richard was demonstrating graphically that he had the power of life and death over him, and Tom had to admit that he loved it. 'This,' he told himself, 'is what submission is all about.'

The water was flowing back into him again; there was a warm, comforting, and very secure feeling about it and, once again flexing his anal muscles against the huge phallus, he felt joyful spasms in his arse. The amyl hit him for a second time, and as it took effect he could feel a heavy rubber sheet being draped over him. He reckoned it must have been very thick, the weight of it was so great that he could feel it bearing him down onto the table. The sheet extended from his hips and went right over his head. It was allowed to just hang without being drawn tight with straps, and the weight alone increased his feeling of submission, of 'being under', and despite the warmth of the enema, and the glow of the amyl, the heavy cool rubber chilled.

When Richard had imposed silence upon Tom, he brought Hans and Karl back into circuit.
"Hans, is the irrigation OK?"

"Yes, Doctor, he's draining again now, and Karl will hold him there until you signal refill. He will then lock the valve for retention. How long do you want him to retain?"

"Twenty minutes at least, but Karl, take careful note of the time when you lock the valve. I may ask for thirty minutes, but no longer, OK?"

Karl nodded and asked, "When do you want me to catheterise?"

"I'll tell you, just have everything ready. It depends on how he reacts. I don't expect any clinical problems, but they could arise if the psychological reaction is bad, so when you have closed the irrigation off and noted the time, stand by. Now Hans, come up here and we'll sheet him and let him have some amyl. Then we'll start - I think this is going to be very good. He's bright, and will work out what's happening quite quickly, so if we are to get a good result, I'm going to have to judge things very finely."

Richard had spoken in earnest when he told Tom that one of the reasons he was undergoing his ordeal was for Richard's personal gratification. A phase was now approaching which would be one of the highlights for Richard. Hans would share Richard's pleasure in observing Tom's reaction to what was coming.

Richard and Hans went back a long way; they had been lovers now for seven years. Hans had come from the then East Germany ten years ago. His interest in rubber dated from early childhood, and Leipzig under Communism was a dull place for a young and vigorous gay guy; it was impossible for one with a passionate interest in rubber. With others he had effected an hazardous escape to the West, eventually coming to London, where with his natural talent for languages, he was soon able to speak idiomatic English fluently and with little accent. He had no difficulty in getting work in his profession of operating room technician. His interest in rubber meant that when the opportunity came, he jumped at the chance of working in the department of anaesthesia, supervising the care and maintenance of the equipment. Because he was an extremist, the equipment excited him erotically, and when he had the chance, he wasted no time in holding the mask of a set of equipment to his face, breathing into it and watching the black rubber bladder rise and fall as he breathed.

The main part of Hans's work was done in a laboratory-cum- workshop, where he had a couple of junior assistants. A vital part of the job, however, was done in the room adjacent to the operating suites, where patients were inducted into anaesthesia before going to the operating room, and where, when the day's surgery was completed, he would spend a couple of hours preparing and setting up the equipment required for the following day, as well as checking over whatever may be needed for intervening emergency surgery during the night. It was on these occasions, when he would be alone, that he was able to indulge himself with the masks.

At that time his practical experience of rubber was limited. The few people he knew who were into rubber were very run-of-the- mill, and for someone with Hans's rubber instincts, not very exciting. He looked forward to his solo sessions in the anaesthetic room, and one day, in a moment of rare oversight, he omitted to check the valves on a machine, and when he came to inhale, he was astonished to get a 'buzz' of gas. Sniffing gases was quite common among the technicians, and indeed even among some of the doctors. No one ever admitted it for obvious reasons, but Hans knew of the practice, and after that first sniff, he understood why the others did it.

From then on, Hans 'buzzed-up' on one anaesthetic or other regularly.

Richard himself was no stranger to the pleasures of 'buzzing- up'; no one in his position and with his long experience of hospital life could fail to be aware of the practice. Like most of his colleagues he realised there was little if anything he could do to stop it, not that he wished to. Only on occasions when someone was actually caught would any form of disciplinary action be taken. Richard had always hoped it would never fall to his lot to be involved in such a case. Being a devotee himself, he would have felt hypocritical about dismissing someone for doing what he did privately at home, and equally, he had no wish for his private passions to intrude upon his professional life.

Richard had noticed Hans immediately when the latter had arrived in his department. Hans was not easy to overlook, because of his size, and his appearance generally, and Richard was of course, aware of Hans's origins. Richard was attracted to Hans physically; he knew instinctively that he was gay, but his professionalism had prevented him from making an approach. For almost a year after his first encounter with Hans, he contented himself with fantasising about him, even though he felt, correctly, as it happened, that Hans was just as fascinated by him. Both men were habitual and astute observers of people; Richard, by virtue of his professional training and intellectual inclination; Hans, as a result of life under a totalitarian regime where every associate was an unknown quantity and a potential threat to life and liberty.

At that stage of their relationship neither man had any idea of the other's rubber interests. Secretly, each nursed his hopes about the other, but the hospital hierarchy did nothing to bring them closer on a personal level. For many months the two men worked closely together without event.

The first move was made by Richard. Early one evening he returned unexpectedly to the department to collect some case notes on a patient due for surgery the following day. Hans was in the anaesthetic room, and appeared to be unusually discomfited by Richard's unscheduled appearance. Richard was certain the younger man had been sniffing, but made no comment. He ignored Hans's nervousness, collected his papers and left. He was elated by his discovery, and thereafter observed Hans closely for any signs that would confirm his suspicions.

By now Hans was sniffing almost daily, and to a man with Richard's training, the signs were evident, although superficial. One day Hans suffered a 'black-out', and Richard knew this was a result of Hans's over-indulgence on Nitrous-Oxide. He realised that Hans must by now be well advanced for this symptom to appear, and in ordinary circumstances Richard would have called Hans to his office and challenged him; not entirely for disciplinary reasons, but because the symptom indicated that the toxic effects of the gas were affecting the nervous system, and could only worsen if the sniffing continued, however, in Hans's case he had long plotted a different strategy.

Hans had been sniffing gas one evening when the telephone startled him; the hospital telephonist announced that Doctor Richard was calling from his home. He told Hans that there were some important notes he needed to read up for the following day on a clipboard by the 'phone. He had a private patient due shortly and so could not return to the hospital; would Hans mind very much dropping them off at his house on his way home?

When Hans arrived at the house Richard offered him a drink; naturally enough, because he had always maintained an easy and informal working relationship with his hospital staff. He took Hans upstairs to the consulting room where he had an examination couch, beside which stood an anaesthetic machine. He poured whiskies, liberally diluted with soda, and for a few minutes the two chatted easily together. Richard noted that Hans's gaze strayed repeatedly toward the machine, and eventually said, "I see you like my new toy. This has some features not yet in general use. An old college chum rigged it up, and I'm considering introducing it into my work - take a look." Richard spent a few minutes showing the various features on the machine to Hans and then picked up the mask, and holding it to his face began inhaling deeply, watching Hans's reaction as he enjoyed the gas. Hans was shaking visibly; instantly he realised that Richard knew. Visions of dismissal and deportation flashed before him, and he stood before Richard paralysed with terror. Richard's brain raced furiously. He knew the future was on the line for both of them, he had taken an enormous gamble. One word from him, and Hans's future would be in ruins, and one from Hans and so was his own.

He lowered the mask and smiled. He handed the mask to Hans, saying, "You look as if you could do with some of this - go on." Hans hesitated and Richard told him again to breathe the gas. He did.
Richard took the mask gently from Hans after he had inhaled briefly, and led the still shaking German back to his chair. He said softly, "Yes, I know all about what you've been up to, and no, nothing terrible is going to happen to you, that is, if you are sensible and take the advice I'm about to give you." Hans stiffened in the chair, Richard went on, "No, I'm not saying unless you do as I want there will be trouble for you. I'm letting you know that you have over-done it on the Nitrous, and that you have done some damage to your central nervous system. You will have to stop for a while. If you do this now you will recover, if you do not you will have more frequent fainting fits, and eventually you will become seriously ill without hope of recovery."

Hans opened his mouth to speak; Richard silenced him with a gesture, "I haven't finished. Not only do I know about your love for gas, I am also aware of why because I love it myself and use it regularly, but not, as you have done, excessively." Hans could hardly believe what he was hearing, and despite the fact that he had now pulled himself together, he still looked very shaken. Richard suggested that Hans report sick the following day, and remain on the sick list for the remainder of that week, but that on the Friday evening Hans should return to Richard's, prepared to spend the weekend.

When Hans looked surprised, Richard explained, "I just want to give you a thorough examination to find out just how much damage you have done, and then if, as I suspect, it is only minor, I promise you all the gas you can handle - safely from now on, plus plenty of rubber."

Richard had cast the die. Hans looked stunned,

"You like rubber?"

"No, Hans, I love it; I'm obsessed with it if you want to know the truth. Just as you are. So can I take it that you'll be here at seven on Friday?"

Hans could only nod his assent. Tears of joy and relief streamed down his face; he could not speak for emotional turmoil.

Richard bade him finish his drink, saying he must now get on with his reading. They rose and left the room, Hans unable to resist one final, lingering look at the machine.

The following weekend, after Richard's examination had confirmed that Hans had done himself no lasting harm, they began a rubber relationship which culminated in scenes much like they were now enjoying with Karl and Tom.

Hans had joined Richard at the head of the table; together they lifted the heavy thick rubber sheet and draped it over Tom. From Tom's waist upward the sheet hung over the edge of the table on three sides, reaching almost to the floor, so that Tom's body bore the whole weight of the heavy sheet. The man beneath was now as isolated from his surroundings by rubber as was possible.

Richard resumed his place on the stool with Hans standing beside. He swung round on the stool and gave his attention to the machine. First he flicked a switch on the machine to give Tom a short blast of amyl. Richard monitored Tom's heart rate until it was clear that the effects of the amyl had subsided, whereupon he returned Tom's breathing to the demand mode, and now his hand hovered over another valve, but before he activated it he turned to Hans, saying softly, "Here we go, let's hit him with it now!" Hans gripped Richard's rubber hand with his own. The pair were in their rubber element; each could remember his own first full rubber experience with gas. That first time came only once in a man's lifetime, and could only be recaptured vicariously by witnessing and presiding over another man's initiation into the sensually fantastic dark and mysterious vortex of erotic black rubber anaesthesia. Candidates for these occasions were chosen with meticulous care. Every physical, intellectual and emotional characteristic of those who applied to Richard was rigorously investigated.

Although Richard was the dominant figure, and those with whom he practised rubber extremism were primarily submissive, mere submissiveness coupled with love of, and experience with, rubber was not enough to qualify a candidate for acceptance into Richard's rubber world. Of necessity successful candidates were few; only when each man had proved himself to be a true devotee of rubber extremism did he ever get as far as Tom had tonight.

There was no place in Richard's philosophy of the erotic for notions of Sadism or Masochism as generally understood; nor of one man enslaving another solely for his own gratification. Richard's objective, once the rubber-erotic criteria he insisted upon had been established beyond doubt, was to bring forth from each individual the best he had in him; to encourage and stimulate him to develop to its limit each man's capacity to participate, contribute and above all, enjoy the most extreme rubber experiences he could devise. It was in these regions of the rubber world that Richard found himself most gratified and fulfilled.

Richard's hand remained poised over the switch on the anaesthetic machine. Briefly he looked over towards Karl, who nodded, indicating that as arranged, the point was now reached in the cycle of enemas when Tom would be empty. Satisfied, Richard hit the switch. The gas being administered to Tom was Entanox, a mixture of Nitrous-Oxide and Oxygen. Not a true anaesthetic, it was primarily an analgesic used principally for pain relief in accident victims and in childbirth. It was totally safe, and could be breathed for long periods without ill effect. Continuously breathed, it took the subject to the threshold of unconsciousness, close enough to convince those inexperienced in its use that they had in fact been put right 'under'.

Richard and Hans saw the great black rebreathing bag on the machine leap into life; it filled and emptied twice, then quivered uncertainly for a few moments. They looked over to the table, and sensed rather than saw - for the heavy black rubber sheet concealed Tom very effectively - a slight stiffening of his body. They knew only too well the physical and mental tumult being experienced beneath those layers of rubber inside that network of rubber bondage. They remembered, and exulted, and suddenly they were both part of it themselves as Richard caused the breathing circuits of each to fill with a massive dose of amyl, and each heard the other man's breathing deepen. Richard flicked the switch again to stop the gas and restore pure Oxygen to Tom, he waited for the bag to rise and fall thrice before putting Tom back onto gas; a subtle demonstration for Tom's benefit that recovery from the effects of the gas is almost instantaneous.

Again they watched the big black rubber bag as it rose and fell - now regularly - all quivering and uncertainty gone. They could hear Tom moaning softly in his mask. There was no distress in these sounds, merely the expression of the ecstasy of a rubber soul who was beginning to glimpse his rubber heaven.

Tom was enjoying the experience of surrendering control of his own breathing to the machine when the next blast of amyl came; he could not breathe faster or more deeply than the machine permitted, but somehow, it seemed to him, the machine knew and compensated for his extra demand, and once more he marvelled at the totality of his rubber submission. The blast this time was of short duration, and he felt the 'lift' subside very quickly, followed almost immediately by a return to breathing on demand. The change in breathing mode took him by surprise; for just a moment he wondered why his next breath was not delivered to him automatically; the ensuing seizure by panic was brief, he inhaled instinctively and got the necessary oxygen. Remembering Richard's words once more about avoiding panic and allowing new situations and experiences to unfold, he had instantly realised what had happened.

One effect of his rubber isolation was to make it so easy to forget the presence of the others. The black silence enveloping him had turned his entire consciousness inward. The centre of the universe for him at this moment was his own body; every part of it seemed to throb with life and sensation, and yet beyond it, all was black and silent. He felt self-contained in a way he had never before imagined possible.


Part 5

Tom lay secure in his rubber cocoon, aware now that all fluid had drained from his bowel, and for the present at least, there was no sign of refilling. His breathing was back to normal and his consciousness at that moment was dominated by the intense pressure being exerted by his mask.

Aware of an apparent lull in the proceedings, he had a sharp but brief sense of anticipation, and almost immediately he felt a slight constricting sensation in all his major blood vessels, rather like a non-smoker would experience if he inhaled on a cigarette. There was a distinct ringing in his ears. He felt intoxicated. Despite Richard's advice, he felt the onset of panic. He felt really 'high', and knew that he would be utterly useless if called upon to perform any task. Momentarily he almost regretted his situation, and then as suddenly as they had appeared, his symptoms subsided, and he realised that he was once more breathing pure oxygen. Quickly he worked out Richard's strategy, and before he had time to really think about it he felt once more the same tensing in his limbs and his ears rang again. This time, without panic, he drew deeply on the gas, secure in the knowledge that its effects wore off almost instantly. He felt as if he were descending into a deep black rubber void. There was chaos and confusion all about him, all was black; there was nothing in his consciousness but blackness. The sensation of falling gradually gave way to one of floating. Erotic images began a procession through his mind. He felt totally liberated from all the usual tensions and stresses normally associated with modern life; he was really happy, joyful even. All sense of time had gone, each succeeding erotic image was more exciting than the last.

Another sensation began to insinuate itself. For a few moments he could not work out just what it was that was happening because the gas allows the patient to feel only sensation, but not pain. For example, if Richard pierced Tom's skin with a needle, Tom would be aware of the needle breaking through his skin, but it would not hurt him. The water had begun to flow back into Tom, and it was not until he began to feel a sense of fullness that he realised what was happening. The disorienting effects of the gas made the process of refilling seem to Tom an interminable one. He felt fuller and fuller until he felt he must burst, and the weight and pressure of all the rubber on him only increased the sensation of fullness.

Tom had reached the point where he could now no longer tell for certain if the water was still flowing into him or not. He had not long to wait to find out; the gas had stopped and he regained, with surprising swiftness, total awareness of all his physical sensations, the chief of which at that moment was his very distended fluid-filled abdomen. He felt the mask biting into his face; it was now quite painful. His arse had never felt so full. He could no longer flex his anal muscles, but that did nothing to detract from the wild sensation of anal pleasure he was experiencing. Another blast of Amyl made him soar again with physical delight, and while thus soaring he felt his now semi flaccid dick gently caressed by a rubber-gloved hand.

The well-lubricated catheter slid through the length of his dick easily, but when the tip reached the sphincter, further progress into Tom's bladder was impeded because of the internal distortions caused by the volume of fluid in Tom's bowel. Karl had been well trained by Richard in the art of catheterisation, and with a few deft manoeuvres, the tip of the fairly large gauge Foley catheter was into the bladder. The pressure of the enema caused urine to spurt from the outer end of the catheter.

Karl allowed the entire contents of Tom's bladder to drain into a steel kidney dish, and then he closed off the valve of the catheter just before the final few drops of Tom's piss could drain away, thus preventing any air from entering the thin rubber tube arching provocatively from the eye of Tom's now rigid dick. Karl turned his attention once more to the enema which he allowed to drain away yet again.

The easing of the pressure inside him gave Tom a brief respite, though he was still aware of the tightness of his mask from which it seemed he was to have no relief. The catheter in his dick felt really good, and now that all the fluid pressure had eased, he could once again flex his anal muscles against the huge nozzle in his ass. He felt good. Then when he came to inhale his next breath, there was no oxygen. His hungry, empty lungs pulled and pulled. He felt the mask so tight on his face that his efforts to pull more oxygen from the vacuum that now existed in the mask could tighten it no further. Then suddenly - oxygen! But only a trickle. Richard had once more taken control of Tom's breathing. The oxygen flowed into Tom slowly until his lungs were expanded to their fullest extent.

There was a pause, and then just as slowly the machine emptied his lungs, really sucking the last vestiges of oxygen from him. Another pause and the cycle recommenced. It was several minutes before Tom became accustomed to breathing in slow- motion. The machine was also forcing him to inhale and exhale to the limits of his capacity.

While Tom was adjusting to a new and very unusual breathing pattern, Karl had equipped himself with a large syringe containing distilled water heated to blood heat. The contents of the syringe equalled the capacity of Tom's bladder. Karl fitted the mouth of the catheter to the spigot of the syringe, and opening the valve on the catheter, he began very slowly to fill Tom's bladder with the water. He carried out the procedure with care.

Karl was not a man given to great depths of thought; to him the world was a playground. To a man with his sunny disposition, profound emotion was something that affected others - until the advent into his life of Tom. He had been attracted to Tom the moment he set eyes on him, and because he had himself undergone the same experience now being endured by Tom, he felt a bond becoming established between them. Karl was devoted to, and had the greatest respect for Richard, who he knew respected his own capabilities as a technician in advanced rubber scenes. He suspected, correctly, that Richard was fond of him. He knew, of course, of the relationship that existed between Richard and Hans, and although Richard was careful not to make Karl feel like an outsider, Hans exercised no such scruples.

Despite being unable to think it out clearly, Karl knew instinctively that although his rubber life was fulfilled to a point that most rubber guys can only fantasise about, emotionally there was a gap to be filled. While he worked he gazed at Tom's rubber-encased form, and he hoped with all his heart that the gap in his life might now be filled. He could feel Tom's rampant dick throbbing in his hand as he gently depressed the plunger on the big syringe. He became aware of his own dick, also erect and straining within its rubber second skin. He licked his rubber lips inside his snugly fitting gasmask, and involuntarily flexed his body muscles against his double outer rubber skin. It was, he told himself yet again, wonderful to be a rubberman, and now that Tom was here he hoped that it would be even better.

Tom was still trying to accustom himself to the very slow breathing cycle that Richard had imposed when he became aware that his bladder was being filled. He felt that it was never going to stop, and that his bladder would give way under the strain, so great was the tension on it once the filling process was nearing completion. He had never felt so desperate for a piss before, and yet there was a delicious tingling sensation which accompanied the feeling of intolerable fullness. Tom guessed the filling of his bladder was complete when he felt Karl release his dick and allow it to stand free; he could feel the catheter along the entire length of his dick. He could also feel the water being pumped into his bowel yet again. This time he felt a twinge of apprehension. He had already experienced the intense fullness in his gut caused by the whole enema, and he was able to anticipate what it would feel like now that his bladder was also full.

Tom was conscious that he was becoming a little tired; lying there and adjusting mentally and physically to the constantly changing sensations he was experiencing was, he realised with mild surprise, quite hard work. Now the internal pressure was building, and he felt very uncomfortable. Matters were made no easier by the continuing intense pressure his mask was exerting, nor by the extremely slow breathing cycle the machine was forcing upon him.

The sudden tensing in his blood vessels alerted him to the fact that he was once again breathing gas. This time, because of the slow breathing, his descent from full consciousness into the twilit semi- conscious, trippy state induced by the gas took longer, and was tantalisingly gradual. Richard, by clever manipulation of the gas flow was able to drag it out still further. The gas brought Tom immediate relief from his abdominal discomfort, although he remained aware of the sense of being very full; indeed the gas seemed to intensify that fullness. Although the flow of water into Tom remained constant, the effect of the gas was to make it seem as though there was an ebbing and flowing of the water. Tom was aware of floating gently downward toward a black vortex; he felt himself spinning slowly downward, and all the time filling and filling until he believed that explosion must be imminent. It was at this point that Tom realised that he was fighting to remain conscious.

Richard was gradually increasing the proportion of Nitrous Oxide within Tom's breathing mixture, so that Tom was beginning to breathe true anaesthetic now in place of mere analgesic. The totality of gaseous anaesthesia engulfed Tom in its final blackness, and he slept without awareness.

Richard brought Karl back into circuit, 'he's right under now, and he's taken everything well. His heart and BP are normal for the circumstances, so we can retain the fluids in him for half an hour, after which you can drain him and we'll give him a rest. He can have a drink, and while he regains his strength you and Hans can provide him with a little entertainment while he watches me feed you two.'
Richard was busying himself with the anaesthetic machine while talking to Karl. First he returned the rhythm of Tom's breathing to normal, and once he was satisfied that Tom had settled into the pace, he gradually returned his breathing to manual.

Hans had moved over to one of the large dentist-type chairs and was laying out a series of long red rubber tubes on a trolley alongside the two chairs, which faced each other. Karl, after carefully securing the phallic nozzle in Tom's ass, and his catheter as a precaution against involuntary expulsion by Tom under anaesthesia, meanwhile was preparing a special glucose and high-nutrient drink for Tom, which was formulated for rapid absorption into the blood, requiring little or no digestion and leaving a minimum of residue. Richard was making adjustments to the anaesthetic machine to lighten the anaesthesia for Tom.

Awareness began to return to Tom. His first impression was of the overwhelming fullness in his gut, closely followed by the realisation that his mask was still crushingly tight. He also took in the fact that his breathing was back to normal. Because he was still breathing a small percentage of gas, full consciousness did not return, and Tom lay in a silent black half-world of rubber and water. He could not be absolutely sure, because in the condition in which he was being kept, nothing could be devined for certain, but he thought that very faintly sounds were drifting down to him. It was probably just his own breathing he thought, it was so difficult to concentrate, and why should he make the effort, when his arse and his mask, despite the discomfort, really did feel so good. And it was really just great to lay here and get high and intoxicated on all the rubber and the gas, and not to have to worry about anything. But, wait, there is a noise, someone moaned gently and there is someone breathing, and now he could swear he heard a second person breathing. He strained to hear, but it was so faint, and it was so difficult to concentrate and think. Not to worry, thought Tom, I'll just lay here and enjoy all this gear on me. But the sounds grew louder, the breathing became faster, more intense, deeper.

A voice whispered softly, 'more, please, more.', and there was a long contented outlet of air, while the other carried on breathing frantically as if approaching a sexual climax. The two breathed on, sometimes moaning with some pleasure unknown to Tom, but guessed at, at other times becoming excited and agitated. In fact what Tom was hearing was a tape made by Richard during an earlier session involving others. It would become louder in Tom's ears, the sounds of the breathing and excitement would gradually intensify; Richard would use these sounds as a partial distraction for Tom from what was to come next.

For Tom it seemed as though he had spent many hours in that half-conscious state of suspended animation, in fact it was exactly thirty minutes as Richard had decreed. Karl had noted the time carefully and warned Richard that the time had come for draining Tom. Richard responded, 'OK, I'm going to bring him right out of anaesthesia now, just hold him there until he's back and you can start draining, but do the bladder first.' Karl nodded as Richard once more turned his attention to the machine. He put Tom back onto Oxygen, but left the level of sound in his ears as it was, tantalisingly low so that Tom continued to concentrate hard on what, as full consciousness returned to him, he now knew for certain that he was hearing. Richard waited for a minute to be certain that Tom had regained full consciousness, and brought him back into his own circuit. He could hear Tom breathing, while Tom could still hear the recorded sounds, he now also heard Richard's low voice, 'How do you feel now, Tom?' Tom drew breath to reply, discovering with some surprise that it was an effort to breathe and speak while so full. He gasped out one word, 'Great!'

'I think you must be rather tired, and somewhat full by now, Tom', Richard suggested to him. Tom admitted that he was just a little fatigued, and yes, he did feel as if he would burst. He was loath to admit just how knackered he really felt for fear of an adverse reaction from Richard. Richard knew that Tom had eaten nothing, and had been without a drink for many hours and that consequently his blood sugar was at a very low level, which was now making it difficult for Tom to sustain the degree of stress to which his body was being subjected without feeling very low. 'Yes, you will be feeling the strain by now, but so far you have done very well. The boys are going to relieve the pressures for you soon, then I have a little treat in store for you, but before that you have another hurdle to overcome, so gather your strength again, and when I come back into circuit you are to do exactly as I tell you when I tell you.' Tom replied that he would, wondering just what was coming next.

Hans had now completed his preparations over at the chairs and approached Karl from whom he took the prepared food supplement. He had with him one of the long red rubber tubes, which he laid over a nearby trolley, then placed the slightly thickened food drink in a steel container located among the nearby bank of electronic equipment. He made one or two adjustments and went over to Richard at the head of the table. Together they began folding the heavy rubber sheet down Tom's body and then when it was manageable, lifted it from Tom, who realised afresh just how heavy it was. The two rubbermen began releasing the straps securing the rubber pad over Tom's body, then removed it altogether. Tom felt the blessed relief of pressure on his abdomen only momentarily, for as the fluids within him adjusted to the lack of pressure from without he felt as if he was swelling up, and again feared he would burst. Hans and Richard returned to the head of the table, and Richard told Karl he could proceed with the draining. Very gradually Karl opened the valve on the catheter. The pressure within Tom was so great that despite this precaution, the sterile fluid from Tom's bladder shot out with great force as Karl directed it into a steel bucket. As Tom's bladder emptied, Karl opened the valve further, and within two minutes the stream of warm clear fluid diminished then ceased.

Tom was grateful for the partial release of pressure, and really enjoyed the sensation of the expelled fluid leaving his body, although that was nothing compared to the sense of relief he felt when Karl almost immediately opened the enema valve to slowly drain Tom completely. The draining took several minutes; Karl knew he had to do this slowly, or Tom's natural muscular reaction would be to force the liquid out too rapidly and maybe cause him to injure an internal muscle against the great bulk of the huge phallic nozzle locked in his bowel. As the pressure lessened within him, Tom experienced renewed awareness of the big phallus; it still felt good to him, and almost involuntarily he flexed his muscles against it once more. Despite his weariness his dick was once more rampant and throbbing, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the other three.

The draining completed, Karl now deflated the head of the phallus, holding it in place manually to prevent Tom's muscular contractions from expelling it. Slowly, using both hands, Karl allowed the phallus to emerge from Tom's body. Tom suffered withdrawal symptoms in more than a strictly literal sense. As soon as the phallus was clear of his body he felt an uncontrollable need for something to be in his ass. It was like a dreadful hunger. He knew there was no solid matter left within him and yet he felt an overpowering urge to defecate. This was only slightly ameliorated by Karl's efforts to dry the area and clean away any old lubricant remaining there. Finally, Karl deflated and slowly withdrew Tom's catheter, and began clearing away the enema equipment which he took away to the side of the room, where he also had other preparations to make.

Richard's voice came back into Tom's ears over the recorded sounds still playing very quietly. 'I expect you feel better now we've got rid of all that water.' 'I need fucking', said Tom, whose anal region was now driving him to distraction after accommodating the giant phallus for several hours. Realising his error too late, the rebuke from Richard surprised him by its mildness. 'I am here to make those decisions for you.' he said with icy quietness, 'and you may be sure I shall do that when appropriate.' Silence, apart from the breathing sounds. Tom cursed himself, and resolved not to speak again without thinking.

As he lapsed into rueful silence he was startled by the sudden removal of his rubber blindfold. Richard had been careful to subdue the lighting so that Tom would feel no discomfort after being deprived of light for so long. Tom looked up to see Richard's gasmasked face above him. He blinked and accustomed himself to the light within seconds, realising the Hans was nearby also. Richard slackened, and then removed the mask, allowing Tom to move his facial muscles freely for the first time in hours. He licked his rubber lips, and became aware of how thirsty he felt. As if reading Tom's mind, Richard produced a pair of surgical clamps within the jaws of which was gripped a piece of gauze which had been dipped in the food supplement Tom was soon to receive by a very different method. Tom needed no telling what to do. He opened his mouth, allowing Richard to swab the inside of his cheeks and give Tom an opportunity to suck some of the heavy liquid from the gauze.

Meagre though it was, for Tom it felt like a feast. Richard removed Tom's head harness. Tom took advantage of the release to move his head about to relieve the strain on his neck muscles. For the first time in hours he was able to look about him briefly, and although the light was subdued he was able to see that Hans was hovering nearby, and that Karl was approaching the table from the far side of the room.

Richard's voice came once more into Tom's ears, 'You must be hungry now, Tom.' Realising that this was indeed the case, Tom nodded his assent. He was ravenous, and the thought of eating took his mind of his ass and his dick. 'Well, we have some refreshment for you now, so open your mouth and we'll soon be feeding you', Richard went on. Tom complied as Hans handed to Richard what appeared to Tom to be a piece of moulded black rubber. It was a gag which had been moulded from impressions taken of Tom's mouth. To Tom it looked enormous, and he doubted that it would ever fit into his mouth.

It was however, in two sections, one for the upper jaw, the other for the lower. Richard fitted the lower part first, it fitted exactly over Tom's lower dentition, and there was room for his tongue to lie snugly in its natural position beneath the central piece of rubber. Richard inserted the upper section and this also fitted perfectly. The two separate pieces were like elaborate gumshields, and when placed together there was a narrow channel running from front to back between the two parts of the gag. The effect on Tom was that his mouth was now full of semi hard black rubber, his mouth was forced slightly open by the bulk of it to the extent that he could not quite get his lips to meet. He moved his lips over the outer flanges of the gag to make it feel more comfortable, and indeed it fitted perfectly and felt very snug. The outer end of the channel was blocked with a small rubber plug so Tom had to breathe through his nose. He was surprised to see Richard with a screwdriver in his hand.

Richard applied this to one of two small rubber screwheads built into the upper part of the gag and gave it half a turn. He did the same to the second, and by a clever arrangement of catches and grooves running through the gag, he was thus able to lock the two portions together, and there was no way that Tom could expel it, even if he had wanted to, which he did not because he found wearing it to be quite a turn on.

Tom became aware that Karl had begun lubricating his ass, probing with rubber fingers; the feeling was good and Tom flexed his anal muscles against the gentle pressure being exerted by Karl's fingers. Noting the response, and realising that Tom was now able to move his head, he lifted a long slender dildoe with a substantial head so that Tom could see it, at the same time Karl clenched his other fist and bent his arm up from the elbow and shook his rubber fist to indicate to Tom that he was about to be well-fucked with the big rubber member. Tom wanted to grin back at Karl in happy anticipation but the massive black rubber gag in his mouth prevented him; he had no way of knowing that the grin Karl wore under his mask was big enough for the two of them. This distraction prevented Tom from noticing Hans handing the long red rubber feeding tube to Richard, who removed the plug from the opening of the channel running through Tom's gag. When Tom saw the tube he realised just what was in store for him. He had never before had a tube inserted down his throat, and he reacted with horror.

Richard noticed on the monitor the expected sudden surge in Tom's blood pressure, indicating his alarm. Richard's voice came quietly into Tom's ears, 'Now, Tom, take it easy. Nothing to worry about so long as you do just as I tell you. I'm going to put this tube into your stomach. I know that your reflexes will make you want to reject it, and you will want to heave it out; that is only natural. You must believe me now when I tell you that once the tip of the tube has passed beyond your throat the urge to vomit will pass, and although you will still feel the presence of the tube, the main discomfort will have passed, and the longer the tube is in place the less you will notice it. Now I want you to wait until your mask has been replaced, and then turn your head so that you are looking to this side.

When you feel the tube begin to enter your throat begin to swallow and keep swallowing all the time and the tube will go in much more easily and quickly. You'll be back on oxygen in a few seconds and will feel better. Now just settle down, and remember what I have said and remember also that you are in the process of becoming a very advanced Rubberman. You've done fine so far so don't spoil it now.' Richard came out of circuit and stepped up the volume of the recorded sounds, which had taken on the quality of urgent intensity, and now filled Tom's head with their exciting and stimulating Rubber breathing sounds and occasional moaning.

Hans came round to the other side of the table ready to hold Tom' head steady in his rubber hands, while Richard was busy pushing the far end of Tom's feeding tube into the mask and out through a catheter channel set into the connector that linked the mask to its hose. When he had completed this he placed the mask on Tom's face and strapped it tightly with the harness, though bearing in mind the intense pressure under which Tom had previously worn the mask, he fitted it less tightly than before.

Once the mask was on, and Tom was once again breathing pure oxygen, Hans gently took Tom's head in his hands and carefully turned it to face Richard. Richard operated a button on the electronic console which tilted the table hydraulically so that the upper part of Tom's body was just slightly raised. Richard looked down towards Karl, ready between Tom's legs with the big rubber dildoe; he gave a single nod and Karl began pushing the big rubber head into Tom. For Tom the feeling as the cool rubber slid easily into his well-opened ass was bliss; more so when the blast of amyl hit him.

As he soared with erotic pleasure he felt the tip of the tube at the back of his throat. Remembering Richard's instructions he began swallowing. For two seconds of blind panic he was overwhelmed by the urge to vomit, but he managed to keep on swallowing as told, and the agony was soon past. He could feel the steady progress of the tube along the length of his gullet, and now he just felt as if there was a slight lump in his throat. He felt his mask just pleasantly tight and the big dildoe was doing its work down below.

The combination of sensation and stimulus was coming together in his mind. He was now being really bombarded with the breathing noises in his ears, his ass was full of rubber and so was his mouth. His whole body was covered in it and there was a fucking great rubber tube down his throat. As if reading his thoughts, Karl pressed the dildoe fully home and held it there, ceasing for a while the steady strokes. 'I'm fucking- well stuffed with bloody rubber', Tom thought to himself, not without some pride in his achievement, he added to his mental note, 'and I bloody well love every second of it. This is the only way to be.' He could still not move his body but he flexed his anal muscles once more against the dildoe and also moved his facial muscles against the mask and the gag as if to reinforce the feeling of the gear he was wearing.

He felt a surge of totally masculine satisfaction; only a man could feel as good as this, he told himself. Only a man almost drunk on rubber pleasure, saturated with the stuff as he now was



Part 6

Richard meanwhile had connected the free end of the feeding tube to the steel vessel containing the food supplement, and pressed a button on the console. The feeding of Tom began, the rate and quantity of soupy liquid fed would be electronically controlled.
As he lay there Tom could look along the length of the tube, and he could also see the twin corrugated black rubber hoses leading from his mask. The sight gave him a thrill as he appreciated deeply the fact that his own body was connected to all this gear and was functioning through it. He could feel the slightly warm substance flowing into him. His hunger pangs abated and he began to regain his inner strength.

He felt that he could now endure anything, and at this moment he was feeling better than at any time he could recall throughout his entire life. Karl had recommenced fucking him and he noticed that while the recorded sound in his ears had now diminished so as to be barely audible, the pulsating of his rubber cock rings had increased both in frequency and intensity.

Hans gently turned Tom's head so that he was once again facing straight ahead. He could look directly at Karl who was wielding the dildoe with some gusto now, the effort he was making forced the big black rubber bladder on his back to expand and contract wildly, the sight of which added to Tom's excitement. Tom was responding internally, using his muscles to get as much erotic sensation as he could from the rapid, deep and vigorous fucking that Karl was treating him to.

Richard tightened Tom's mask so that once more it bit deeply into his face; the added constriction only added to Tom's pleasure. His dick was driving him crazy and he thought nothing could now stop him from coming to frenzied orgasm. Once again he had reckoned without the resources of Richard, who gave him an unexpected blast of gas. The pulsating cock rings were now vibrating so quickly that Tom's Dick was literally dancing about as Karl kept up the action in Tom's rubber butt. The effects of the gas prevented Tom from coming, and all the various sensations he was experiencing seemed to merge one with the other in a fantasy kaleidoscope of rubber ecstasy at one moment, and the next the whole thing seemed to become a procession of sensation; Tom fought to hold his head up. He could see the Gasmasked rubber figure of Karl over the rim of his mask. As if by some secret signal, at that very moment Karl looked up. To Tom, in his somewhat hypnotic state, the silvered eyepieces of Karl's mask seemed to glow; his gaze was riveted to them. In that instant he knew he wanted more than anything to be alone with Karl; never had he felt such longing for another man.

He was so intent upon Karl that it was some seconds before he noticed that the gas had stopped, and that the breathing sounds in his ears had again become loud, this time almost deafening. The noises rasped with orgasmic desperation, the moans that interspersed the breathing sounds had taken on a pleading note. They were the noise that highly sexed men make when they are at the limit of their tolerance of sexual stimulation. Tom's own breathing was now taken over by the machine; deep, slow and full breaths. Hans and Richard had moved right to either side of the table, each took one of Tom's rubber nipples and began gentle manipulation, quickly working up to really painful tit torture.

Vapours of amyl flooded into Tom's mask, and as he soared yet again in the grip of male sexual joy, he felt the pulsating of the cock rings cease; they locked tight in a grip like contracting steel. At the same instant Karl rammed the dildoe home to its full extent and held it with one hand, while with the other he gripped Tom's rampant dick and began a series of slow strokes up and down along the whole length of the hugely swollen rubber dick. Tightly though Karl gripped it, he could not suppress the throbbing that Tom felt was going to shake him apart. The pain in his nipples was now intense, he felt his balls leap within their constriction and from deep within him began a surge of sexual ecstasy that seemed to take hours to fight its way upwards through his body. Despite the internal cataclysm that was building within him, Tom was still locked in the strange communion with Karl, and then his dick erupted. Karl kept up the pressure and movement. Stream after stream of rubber-inspired spunk leapt from Tom's dick as his whole body strained against his remaining bonds and the pressure of the dildoe. Gradually the paroxysm subsided, and Tom closed his eyes, allowing his rubbered and masked head to fall back onto the table; he felt utterly spent.

Richard moved rapidly; he returned Tom's breathing to normal, and with practised care, quickly removed the tube from Tom's stomach; there was an instant of horror for Tom as the tip passed through his throat, but it was fleeting and caused him no prolonged distress. Within a further minute Tom had been relieved of mask and gag, Karl had allowed him to slowly expel the dildoe naturally, and now Richard and Hans were releasing the last of the bonds from Tom and freeing his legs from the stirrups. Hans operated the hydraulics of the table causing it to move beneath Tom and assume the contours of a chair.

Tom opened his eyes again, he could not take them from Karl, who was now carefully wiping away the remains of the lubricant. He moved away, but not before he had given Tom's dick a final affectionate squeeze before he was joined by Hans over by the chairs while Richard remained with Tom. Richard's voice came, low and musical as ever, 'Well done, Rubberman!' Tom could not speak, uncharacteristically, his eyes welled up with tears, he knew not if they were tears of gratitude or just sheer exhaustion; something of both, perhaps, or were his tears for love of Karl, he could not tell. Richard saw one tear slowly make its way down Tom's rubber cheek before Tom quickly wiped it.

Tactfully he moved over to the other two to allow Tom to compose himself. He knew Tom was drained emotionally as well as physically. He had presided over many such sessions, and when newcomers like Tom had an emotional reaction, he regarded it as a good sign; his psychological training had taught him that a sensitive reaction to experiences like those to which Tom had just been subjected was an indicator of a mild Endorphin reaction, and that Tom would come through the rest of the weekend without trouble, whereas there were some candidates who reacted aggressively, others who reacted sullenly; these never made suitable candidates for ongoing sessions, Richard had found.

Alone now, Tom fought to pull himself together. It was difficult; his mind was in turmoil over his feelings for Karl. He had not bargained for this at all, yet he knew from Hans' taunts in the ante-room and from Karl's own reactions, that the blond German returned his feelings. How strongly he could not know, but at least there was something there, and the thought brought his own natural high spirits back. He lay back and rested with his eyes closed, his rubber lips curved in a gentle smile of absolute contentment, all thought of tears now vanished.

Richard inspected the preparations Hans had made for his own and Karl's feeding and nodded his approval. He glanced over to where Tom lay resting, noted that he was all right and returned his attention to the other two. Tom was now out of circuit and could not hear Richard's conversation with the two Germans. 'Good session, he's a game lad, what do you think Hans, any comments?' Hans was always defensive when Richard had praise for another. 'No comment, Doctor, he is good.' Richard knew that he would get no more out of Hans on the subject; from past experience he knew that Hans' brief response was high praise anyway, and he was content with that. He turned to Karl, 'You have worked hard, ready for your food are you? Well, Hans is in the chair first so help me to get him ready, then you can have yours too.' Richard removed the small gold padlock from the nape of Hans' neck, and with Karl's help, divested Hans of his breathing gear and gasmask. Hans got into the chair which Karl tilted back, and Richard fitted Hans' feeding gag and strapped him in the chair. He prepared the tube exactly as he had for Tom earlier, and strapped an anaesthetic mask to Hans' face and put him on Entanox from another machine by the chair. He had not put the tube down Hans' throat yet, and Hans lay back in the chair drinking in what to him was the divine gas. He was oblivious to all but his own pleasure. Richard added to it by stepping up the activity of his cock rings and butt plug. He needed Hans to be completely distracted for a while; he wanted a word with Karl.

For some time Richard had been concerned about Karl, who had now been a part of Richard's household for almost four years. He smiled inside his mask as he recalled the occasion when the blond lad from Hamburg arrived, and the effect his arrival had had upon Hans. Prior to Karl's arrival, the household had consisted just of the two of them. There had been a daily woman who cleaned the house, shopped and did a little cooking for them, but as Richard began to expand his rubber activities further into the realm of extremism, her presence was found to be somewhat limiting to that side of their lives. Hans was working full time assisting Richard with developing the rubber exercises, as well as acting as Richard's medical secretary. Richard was also teaching him a lot about anaesthesia, which meant that Hans had to spend a lot of his time reading text-books. There was also the need for them to have space and privacy together to consolidate their personal relationship. There just was no time for either to deal with the basic matter of looking after themselves domestically. Plainly there was a dilemma, made worse by the fact that Richard had determined to build and equip the operating room. He could not trust outside labour, so it was a job they had to do themselves. The woman was in the way, yet they could not do without someone to perform the services she was rendering.

To Richard the solution was obvious; find a gay rubberman who would fit into the household, and who would not mind taking over the household duties in return for some rubber excitement plus his wages. It took only a little thought for Richard to realise that finding such a person would not be so easy. Whoever came would need to live-in, therefore had to be congenial, but above all, he would be privy to some secrets that for Richard just had to remain secret. For several weeks he kept his thoughts to himself before discussing them with Hans, who at first objected, seeing such a fundamental change in the day to day running of their lives as a potential threat. However, knowing of Richard's plans for expanding their rubber activities, he had to admit that the existing arrangements were impossible if their plans were to go ahead, and eventually, facing that fact, together with repeated declarations from Richard of his undying devotion to Hans, the big German was eventually persuaded.

Richard began his quest by advertising in the gay rubber contact sheets. He met many rubbermen over the following weeks, some quite personable, many quite capable of, and eager to perform the necessary domestic duties, but somehow none seemed to be what Richard really had in mind. He was on the point of abandoning the whole idea, and shelving some of his more ambitious rubber plans for the time being when he had to fly to Hamburg to attend a week long seminar.

Whenever he was way from home for more than a day or two, Richard always took with him a portable resuscitation set. It was a prototype which had never gone into production for reasons of cost. Officials at frontier customs would not know that, and if challenged, which was rare because his passport told anyone who needed to know, that Richard was a medical man, he had only to say he was bringing it into whatever country to demonstrate it to professional colleagues. The ruse never failed, and in the event it was the airlines who always made more fuss about it than customs.

The apparatus consisted of two small cylinders, one charged with Oxygen, the other with Entanox, and apart from one or two innovative features built into the reducing valve and the demand valve which amounted to miniaturisation, thus added portability and increased versatility, the whole thing was very basic and otherwise standard. He carried it for his own recreation in his room alone at night. There was sufficient duration in the set to give him five sessions of about twenty minutes each on gas when he wanted to relax after a tedious day's business. He always left the set in his hotel room during daytime absence.

On this particular trip to Hamburg, Richard put up at one of the many first class hotels to be found in the centre of the city. As was his custom, he asked that breakfast be served to him in his room each morning during his stay. The first morning he was up early; he had a paper to read at the conference, and was taking a last look through it and some notes, when he heard a knock on the door, followed by the clink of keys. The door opened and a large, very athletic-looking blond wheeled in the breakfast trolley. He grinned broadly, 'Good morning, Herr Doktor. You have slept well?' 'Very well, thank you.' The lad hesitated, Richard wondered why, but did not mind being interrupted for it was not usually his luck to receive the attentions of such an attractive young man in these circumstances, and there was no doubting that this lad was one of the most attractive guys he had ever seen. He thought perhaps the lad was waiting for a tip which would be counter to custom on the first morning of a four- or five-day stay in a hotel of that quality, but within seconds the lad spoke again, 'I am Karl, I hope you enjoy your breakfast, Herr Doktor. Is the Herr Doktor in Hamburg for the conference of the Doktors?' Richard replied that he was, whereupon Karl smiled broadly, gave a slight bow and withdrew. For a few moments Richard savoured the physical and personal charms of Karl, then, turning his attention to his breakfast and his papers, dismissed the lad from his mind.

Late that afternoon Richard emerged from the conference hall to find a heavy rainstorm in progress. On the opposite side of the busy street he spotted a cab-rank, he walked to the nearby pedestrian crossing, waited impatiently for the light to change, cursing the rotten weather. When he eventually got the green light he noticed that the first vehicle to stop was a big Japanese motorcycle. He also noticed that the motorcyclist was clad entirely in black rubber. Richard's practised eye could not be wrong about that, despite the fact that rubber had long been superseded by other materials for motorcycling wear, even in Germany. His mind raced as be began to cross the wide thoroughfare; he knew instinctively that the rider was a rubberman, well, thought Richard, he must be. His musing was sharply interrupted when, as he drew abreast of the big bike, the rider grinned and called out, 'Good evening, Herr Doktor!' Staggered by this discovery, he said aloud, 'Christ! Its the bloody floor waiter!' Automatically he put up his hand to acknowledge the greeting and went on his way. Before he reached the kerb he half-turned for another look. His eyes went to Karl's hands as the big rubber-clad lad gunned the engine. Even his gloves were of rubber. For Richard, that clinched it, the guy was definitely into rubber. He found a taxi, told the driver the name of the hotel, and sat back trying desperately to get his heart rate back to normal. Back at the hotel, he showered, pulled on a rubber jock-strap, set up the portable gas machine and breathed deeply on the relaxing Entanox. He fantasised, as he always did on gas. Inevitably some of his fantasising centred around Karl. He was absolutely certain that the lad was a rubber guy. Whether he was gay or not hardly mattered; Richard knew from his own experience, both as a rubberman and as a student of psychology, that if Karl had explored the world of rubber in any depth, then he would already be aware of how difficult it was to find fulfilment in rubber among women, whereas with men it was relatively easy. He decided upon his strategy to try and find out. The situation intrigued him and he was determined to find out if his assumption about the attractive waiter was correct; something, he told himself, to liven up an otherwise rather tedious week.

The second morning when Karl arrived with the trolley he found Richard up but not dressed. The first ploy that had occurred to Richard was to allow Karl to find him nude except for his rubber jock. He rejected it was being a little too obvious, after all even if the lad was into rubber, he might not welcome the attentions of an older man, even one who was only about twelve years or so older. He also reasoned that he himself had no knowledge of the shifts operated by the hotel staff, and there was a high probability that his breakfast this day may well be brought by someone else.

He wore his jock, but over it was a bathrobe. If Karl arrived, he could allow it to fall open and show the hint of rubber, if not, then no waiter would be surprised to find a guest in a bathrobe at breakfast time. Soon after eight the discreet knock came, followed by the jingle of the keys. In the second or so before the door opened, Richard realised with annoyance that he was quite worked up, his heart was racing, and then there came the trolley followed by Karl, grinning cheerfully as usual. Richard spoke first, 'Good morning, Karl, and thank you.' 'Good morning, Herr Doktor. Good sleep?' 'Thank you - yes.' Richard replied almost tersely, he was mildly irritated by Karl's habit of addressing him as 'Herr Doktor'.

Karl's features clouded for a second, Richard cursed himself, for allowing his irritation to show, especially now. 'I hope the Herr Doktor did not get wet last night.' This was Richard's moment, he saw it and plunged straight in, 'No, thanks, I got a taxi. You were well protected against the rain I noticed.' As he spoke he allowed his robe to fall open, conscious that the whole performance was a bit hammy. 'Yes, I was very dry.' As Richard's Robe fell open, revealing the black rubber jock, Karl's gaze went straight to Richard's crotch as Richard intended. The effect upon Karl was dramatic; there was a split second of stunned surprise upon his handsome features, followed by an equally brief flash of his customary grin which in turn was replaced by a look of confused embarrassment while he quickly pushed the trolley to the side of Richard's bed. 'Doktor...' Karl began, but hesitated, Richard knew more or less what was coming, but took advantage of the moment again. Pitching his voice at its most persuasive he said, very quietly, 'yes, Karl, what is it. By the way, just call me Doctor, no need for the Herr bit, now how can I help you.' Richard picked up a slice of dry toast and nibbled it while he waited for Karl to answer. The lad was plainly uneasy, scared even. 'Doctor, it is hard for me to say...' Karl had lost his natural cheerfulness, and as he fought to find the right way to say what he wanted, his eyes never left the rubber jock strap worn by Richard.

Richard was not a gambler by nature, though he had taken a gamble at the time he began his association with Hans, and that had paid handsome dividends. Should he, he wondered, take a chance and make it easy for Karl. He gave it only an instant's thought before deciding, sensibly, that attractive though the lad was, there was no justification in risking his professional reputation just for the sake of a glamorous rubber pick-up. He closed his robe, and was thinking of dismissing the whole incident; just something to tell Hans about and laugh with him about when he got home, nothing more. Karl, however, had found his courage and his words. 'What is the type of doctor are you?', he began. 'I beg your pardon,' the question startled Richard, then he remembered the nuances of language, 'Oh. I see, you mean what branch of the profession do I work in.' Karl; had regained his grin and was nodding, 'Yes, are you a doctor who puts people to sleep?' 'Yes, I am an anaesthetist, why do you ask?' 'Ah, almost the same word in my language.' Richard sat on the bed and inspected his breakfast, waiting for Karl to continue, but the young waiter's courage had failed him. 'Have good breakfast, bitte schoen.' Then he fled.

Richard could only toy with his breakfast. He wanted to curse himself for mishandling the whole episode, and yet, he told himself if the lad is really into rubber, what had he done to frighten him so much? He had no answer, except perhaps that the lad was more nervous and highly strung than he had thought. Maybe he feared that Richard would report him to the hotel's management and he would lose his job for being over-familiar with a guest. He pushed the trolley from him, dressed and left the hotel for the day's session of his conference.

Karl's hands shook as he returned to his pantry at the end of the corridor. Richard was only partly right about the reasons for Karl's sudden flight. One of the reasons he fled was because he had eight other rooms to service, and he was already running late; the management did not like that. The other reason was as Richard had surmised, sheer terror.

Karl was alone in the world. When he was fifteen his parents had died in an Autobahn pile-up. He was an only child, and most of his older relatives had either died in the terrible air raids inflicted upon Hamburg in the war, or had moved away and lost touch with the family altogether. The family had had no money, and for a year after he lost his parents the city authorities had housed Karl. By then his schooling was over; although the lad was intelligent, he was not studious. Naturally athletic, and devoted to sport of any kind, Karl had no interest in books. Even before calamity had befallen the family he had taken to working-out in a local gym, and soon began winning body- building contests locally. His good looks and cheerful, open personality made him a popular figure in the gym, and he made a number of friends among the local body-building fraternity. After leaving school, the guardians at the city home where he had been in care secured him his job in the hotel, where, to begin with he lived-in.

Beneath the outward happy disposition with which he could charm his associates, Karl, as a child had become aware of two things about himself which to a degree had troubled him, and which some basic, but by no means understood, instinct warned him not to speak of to anyone. He found men fascinating from the time that he was old enough to distinguish between the sexes. He knew not why, but he craved affection from them, while at the same time felt almost repelled by the sentimental cloying love showered upon him by his mother. His father, a kind, but gruff man who had married late, was undemonstrative, and the young Karl had to be content with the occasional affectionate pat on the head. He grew to puberty longing not only for male companionship, but male affection.

The boisterous companionship of his classmates and other boys generally, although fun, did not satisfy his need. It was men, not boys, who fascinated. By the time of the family tragedy, Karl knew the truth about himself; he was gay, and in a city like Hamburg, where he could easily make himself anonymous, there were abundant opportunities for good looking young gays to find diversion and adventure - there was danger, too, which make life even more exciting. Being gay, of itself, therefore had presented no problems for Karl, and by the time he had reached his late teens and was on the threshold of true manhood, he had charmed and smiled his way through several brief, but though physically vigorous, nevertheless, emotionally barren relationships.

Despite the fact that as a gay teenager, more or less on the loose in Hamburg, the rapidly developing youth was enjoying a full and varied sex-life there was a gap. Karl knew well enough what it was, and apart from giving him immediate sexual relief in the purely physical sense, none of his erotic activities gave him any sense of fulfilment, nor did he feel free to enter into any lasting relationship.

Something deep within him held him back. There was a secret part of him that he had spoken of to no man. Not even in the throes of intimate sexual abandon could he confide his love of and longing for black rubber. His inhibition was total; at times he feared his torment would be permanent, that there would never be released from his angst, and that fulfilment would forever remain no more than an erotic dream. How could he, one of the most attractive young men in the city, and he was well aware of his charms, despite the fact that even then he wore them with grace, tell another handsome hunk that what he really wanted was to cover both their bodies in a black, strong smelling, totally insulating compound and conceal their handsome features behind bizarre, alien-looking masks. In his youthful immature logic there would only be one consequence of such an admission - rejection and ridicule. Conscious of being alone in the world, those were two things he could not handle, and as he grew, so the inhibition about rubber grew with him.

His first contact with rubber came when he was about eight when he discovered an old rubber coat that his father had worn in younger days when he had had a motorcycle. It hung at the back of a cupboard, long forgotten. It was greyish-green with a smooth matt surface, very full-skirted, and it exuded a smell that excited him more than anything he had ever known. That smell excited him in a way that was new and disturbing, even frightening. He reached out to feel it, he rubbed his face along it, then buried his face in its folds, engulfed in this aroma that made him feel as he had never felt before.


Part 7

When puberty came, he began to recognise that the feeling he got from smelling the rubber coat was associated with his sexual awakening, although he would not have been able to express it in those terms then, even to himself. Nevertheless, he was able to link the two. He smuggled the coat into his room and secreted it at the back of his own cupboard, and at night he wrapped himself in it while he sampled the delights of early masturbation. During this period he had also discovered that the sight of soldiers, pilots and divers in anti-gas, high altitude or underwater equipment made of rubber and bizarre in appearance fascinated him in the same way when he saw them portrayed on Television or in photographs. He longed for the coat to be black now, and he wanted more than anything in the world to be covered completely with rubber; to wear a tight fitting mask through which he could breathe rubber smells. He longed for one of those big servicemen whose pictures he had seen dressed in this exciting equipment to take charge of him. From then on his rubber fantasies knew no bounds, and they became ever more fantastic and improbable - but they remained fantasies only.

The demise of Karl's parents, and the consequent need for him to live under the care of the local authority brought about an interregnum in his modest rubber activities. Night time privacy was minimal; he and the other boys slept in a dormitory, with only thin partitions between the beds. The other boys had the partitions around their beds festooned with female pin-ups, and Karl took his cue and followed suit. He would sometimes hear another boy masturbating at night, but so far as he knew, there was never any sexual contact between any of them. He listened to their ribald jokes and remarks about gays. Once or twice he froze when one of the better-informed lads made some crack about 'weirdos' who liked 'kinky' sex and dressed in rubber or leather, or about men who liked dressing as women. It was in this crude and unsympathetic atmosphere the Karl finally learned that he was not alone in his love of rubber. He kept his ears pricked whenever that particular lad started to sound off about gays, just in case he said something that would enlighten him further. All Karl could find out was that down on the Reeperbahn, if you had the money, in terms of sex, anything you wanted was available, including, thought Karl, a whole range of diseases. His parents had warned him that it was a part of town best avoided, and about the only sex education they gave him was to spell out for him the dangers of AIDS, VD and the rest, quite graphically.

Karl had heeded the warning. With his sporting instincts, and the success he was having in body-building contests, he was very health conscious; to the point, in fact, that he passed through a period when there was great inner conflict between his love of health and exercise, and his need for sexual relief, which he eventually resolved when one of his body-building companions suggested they go on a double-date with a couple of very willing girls he knew. Karl managed to avoid the date, but it taught him that body-building was no bar to sex if he wanted it.


When he began work, and went to live at the hotel, he soon discovered that because of his good looks and fine physique, he was a target for the attentions of all the other gays who worked in the hotel.

Karl was devoid of any mannerisms that would betray his sexuality, and it was an easy matter to charm his way out of any proposition; even the more persistent were intimidated by his size and strength, and soon he was left in peace. There was one guy, older than Karl by about eight years, to whom he felt drawn. He was a quiet-spoken man, who had witnessed the onslaught upon Karl by the other gays, but who had not himself taken part. Karl had to work with him sometimes, and Horst had taken him under his wing. They spent some of their off duty time together, occasionally going out for a drink or a meal. Eventually Karl felt that he could trust Horst well enough to talk to him about his innermost feelings. Although Horst had never made a sexual approach to Karl, he knew that Horst was active on the local gay scene and was a member of a couple of gay clubs. Eventually Karl got up enough courage to confess to Horst his love of rubber, begging him to keep it a secret. Although not a rubberman himself, Horst was sympathetic to Karl, asked him several questions, and promised to have a word with a friend who might be able to help.

The next occasion when both were off-duty in the evening, Horst told Karl he was going to see a friend for a drink in his apartment, would Karl care to come along, because he thought that his friend would interest Karl; they had interests in common. He would say no more than that. Karl trusted Horst, and knew without being told that he was going to meet another rubberman at last.

Horst's friend lived in a suburb. Heinz was in his late twenties, a tall thin man, undistinguished in appearance. He had a shock of jet black hair, and the bluest eyes Karl had ever seen, but ill- fitting glasses, and a straggling and drooping moustache robbed him of what little sex appeal he may have had. He received his guests with quiet courtesy, produced some beer for them and they settled down to chat once the introductions had been completed. It emerged that Heinz was a lecturer, and had it not been for the pictures on the walls of his room, and the illustration on the front cover of a magazine that lay on the coffee table, Karl would have settled down disconsolately but politely for a boring evening. The pictures were all of men in various rubber outfits. Almost all of them showed men in gasmasks, and those that weren't gasmasked at least wore rubber hoods.

Karl was dying to get up and inspect them closely, but was too polite and shy. Horst and Heinz chatted their way through three beers, after which Horst excused himself to go to the toilet. The conversation so far had been about one or two mutual friends, and some gossip about a recent gay event in the city, none of which meant anything to Karl. Heinz, who had been carefully primed by Horst, and had noted Karl's continual covert glances at the pictures now said, glancing to one wall upon which hung four of the pictures, 'You find them interesting?' Karl nodded, and Heinz invited him to have a closer look. Karl rose, embarrassed by the fact that even from a distance, the sight of the pictures had given him a mighty erection, and which closer inspection of them did nothing to diminish. Karl could hardly believe his eyes when he examined the pictures in detail; the figures depicted represented so much of what he had fantasised about for so many long lonely hours. Heinz remained silent while he examined every print in the room. Karl said, 'You know these people?' 'Some of them; those three over there are of me.', replied Hienz, indicating the opposite wall. Karl went back for another look. Suddenly, in Karl's eyes, Heinz immediately became a more interesting character, and he began to warm to the quiet, studious teacher.

Horst returned, making Karl realise that he too needed the toilet. As he made his way to the bathroom, Karl had to pass a bedroom. The door was open, Karl gaped when he looked in; the room was softly lit with red light, the effect of which was accentuated by the fact that the walls and ceiling were black. There were racks and shelves crammed with every conceivable garment in black rubber.

There were suits, coats, gloves, boots, waders, hoods and helmets, and most fascinating of all to Karl, masks of all descriptions. In the centre of the room was a king- sized bed covered in black rubber sheeting, and on which were laid out two pairs of waders, two pairs of long black rubber gloves, two black rubber hoods, two gasmasks with long hoses, and a one piece black latex suit. The smell in the room evoked memories of his father's old rubber coat. He stood spellbound for several minutes, then made his way to the bathroom, where, hampered by his huge erection, he eventually relieved himself and returned to the others.

Horst had his coat on and was preparing to leave. 'I am on early shift in the morning, but its your day off, if you would care to, Heinz has invited you to stay. He will run you home when you are ready to leave.' Karl signified his willingness, and as the two old friends went out into the passage to say their farewells, Karl settled down to browse through the rubber magazine he had spent the last couple of hours longing to pick up and open. It contained many rubber pictures, all with captions describing the gear displayed; there were a couple of short stories, but before Karl could begin on them, Heinz returned with more beer. For an hour they chatted, at the end of which Karl had unburdened himself of his rubber feelings, and so far, rather limited experience. Heinz interjected occasionally with a question or sympathetic remark, and by the time they had consumed several beers, Heinz had reassured Karl that his feelings and experiences to date were by no means unusual, and that far from being unique, Karl's case was classic for a budding rubberman. Heinz told him something of his own early rubber history which was similar to Karl's.

The effect of the beer and the quiet, unhurried manner in which Heinz was unfolding the world of Black Rubber before him had allowed Karl to relax. For the first time in his life he felt able to regard his love of rubber as the gift that it was, instead of the burden it had sometimes seemed to him to be, and by the time Heinz rose and asked him if he had seen the bedroom and invited him to join him there, Karl was able to respond with a wide grin that left no doubt in Heinz's mind that his guest was really enjoying his visit.

'Give me twenty minutes, then come and join me in the bedroom', Heinz told him. Karl grinned again and nodded. He picked up the magazine when Heinz had gone and began to read one of the stories in it about the rubber adventures of two young rubber guys on a big motorcycle, and Karl was just able to finish it in twenty minutes. He got up and went to the bedroom. Heinz had transformed himself from a rather unprepossessing professorial character into a rampant black rubber sexual being; he had become the living embodiment of some of the pictures in the other room. Clad in a rubber latex suit, waders, long black rubber gloves, a full face rubber hood, and gasmasked, he stood tall and slender, legs apart, hands on hips, a huge rubber-covered erection protruding from his crotch. Karl stood in the doorway enthralled by the transfiguration that Heinz had wrought upon himself. Heinz moved not a muscle, he understood the effect he was having upon Karl. From his own experience he knew that for Karl this was a moment the lad would remember always, he appreciated that for Karl there was a virginal quality to the moment, and sensitively, he allowed him his moments of magic before lifting a gloved hand to beckon him right into the room. Karl could hear this rubber entity breathing into his mask, he could see the mask move slightly as the mask momentarily gripped him a little tighter every time he inhaled.

Karl thought, this is not just rubber, this is living rubber. When Heinz spoke, his muffled voice from within the mask emphasised to Karl the extent of the man's isolation from the outside world, and Karl's excitement quickened. Heinz bade him strip and don the waders and gloves, then the older man helped Karl put on the latex full face hood, made sure it fitted snugly, that there were no wrinkles, and then he took the gasmask into his hands, slackened the harness straps and fitted it to Karl's head and face. He tightened the straps evenly, pulling at the sides of the mask to seat it securely and airtight over Karl's face as he did so. As the mask tightened and he began breathing through it, the real effect of the mask became apparent to Karl. There was a small non return valve inserted into the far end of the hose. This 'loaded' Karl's breathing and he could feel the pulling-in of the mask with every breath he took. For years he had imagined how it would feel to be like this, and he was not disappointed.

There was a full-length mirror mounted on one wall, and Karl drank in the sight of himself, playfully striking a body-builder's pose, and turning to view himself thus from every angle. Proud of his body ordinarily, Karl considered that his new rubber accoutrements did nothing to diminish its masculinity.

Behind his reflection he saw Heinz approach, his rubber hands went one to each massive shoulder, caressed and moved down over the pectorals, brushing the firm young nipples as they passed down over the hips and jointly grasped Karl's throbbing dick in a cool, firm grip. Karl could feel the rubber form of Heinz brush gently along his back, it was too much, and yet too little, he turned from the mirror, commuting the reflection into the real, and seized Heinz in a grip of iron as he pressed himself against the rubber; he wanted to bury himself in it. Heinz responded, gripping Karl with a strength that the latter would not have believed his host capable. Then the gloved hands moved up and down Karl's back, around the firm rounded buttocks while Karl continued to press his body against the rubber, drinking in the sensual sounds of both of them as they breathed harder and deeper in their masks. Eventually they drew apart, and Karl turned back to the mirror again to assess his new image and, pleased with what he saw, he followed as Heinz led him over to the bed. He lay on his back, sinking into the cool folds of the heavy latex sheeting. Through his mask he could smell the rubber as it warmed to his body. Heinz drew the edges of the heavy sheet up and over Karl, enfolding him completely, and as the sheet was drawn up over his head, Karl felt himself sinking into the blackness of total rubber enclosure. Heinz caressed and explored Karl's body through the rubber, while Karl writhed with sensual pleasure among the black rubbery folds, sometimes putting his hands up to his head to feel his mask and to press it tighter on to him. He felt a cool rubber hand grip his dick with gentle firmness, it throbbed within the rubber grasp, then release, and the rubber fingers began tentatively to explore Karl's anus. Karl stopped his writhing, threw off the rubber sheet and arched his back a little and gripped his buttocks, pulling them apart to invite a deeper invasion. Two pairs of gasmasked eyes met and locked in feline unblinking gaze; one pair enquiring, the other imploring.

The unspoken message flashed from mask to mask, and in response Heinz rose from the bed, retrieved a black rubber pillow from a cupboard, which as Karl arched his back again, he slid beneath the gasmasked body-builder's buttocks, then moving to the head of the bed, he pulled a long rubber strap from behind it. The strap culminated in a loop, which when he had lifted Karl's wadered leg, he slipped over the foot so that it held Karl's leg upward and outward from the ankle. Crossing to the other side of the bed, he did the same with the other leg, then positioned himself at the foot of the bed so that Karl could watch as with slow deliberation he tightened each of the straps on his gasmask as tightly as possible so that the mask was drawn into his face so closely that he could feel the contours of the mask moulding to his features. Again the gasmasked eyes met and locked in steady stare and, the message once more transmitted mask to mask, he went to the other end of the bed and similarly adjusted Karl's mask. He too felt the mask pull in and mould to his face. For Heinz the feeling was one of natural satisfaction; for Karl the added constriction together with the restrictions on his legs was, with the perversity typically associated with specialist erotic activity, yet another liberating experience. His anal muscles were twitching with anticipation as he watched Heinz pick up a pot of lubricant with which he began to thoroughly lubricate Karl's ass. First one rubber finger probed, easing plenty of the slippery gel into Karl, then two, then three, until Heinz could feel Karl begin to open up as his muscles responded to the stimulus. Satisfied at last that Karl was receptive, he straightened up and began lubricating his own rubber-sheathed dick. He took his time, and yet again the two pairs of gasmasked eyes met and held each other until Heinz at last capped and dropped the pot, wiped his hands, put his feet apart, and standing there before Karl, his hands on his hips, he broke the stare by giving a nod of enquiry, to which Karl responded with his nod of assent.

Heinz mounted the bed, and kneeling, placed the large head of his long slender dick against Karl's anus, and with gentle, unrelenting pressure eased it into Karl who gasped with pleasure. Heinz, sensitive always to a partner's feelings, paused to make certain that Karl's gasp was not one of pain, then allowed his big rubber-covered slippery member to slide into Karl who in turn reached down, parted his buttocks further to ease its passage into him. Automatically Karl grabbed his own dick in his rubber hand and began furiously wanking. Heinz shook his head and lifted Karl's hand away in 'not yet' gestures. He began a series of slow deep strokes into Karl who abandoned himself completely to sensual pleasure, using his muscles to encourage Heinz to plunge ever deeper into him. Soon Heinz began to fuck faster and with greater vigour, and unable to hold himself back further, Karl once again began to wank, this time slowly, using long strokes the entire length of his dick.

Eventually Heinz could hear the quickening of Karl's breathing indicating that orgasm was close. His own orgasm was also imminent, but he wanted to synchronise. He took Karl's hand from his dick, fucking now with the deepest strokes possible, his chest heaving with the effort and the onset of orgasm. He grabbed the hose of Karl's mask and doubled it over making him fight for every breath.

He saw the mask pulling in to Karl as he fought for breath. The body-builder's eyes rolled in their sockets as he grabbed his dick and wanked with renewed ferocity. The spectacle of the gasmasked and restrained hunk of muscle beneath him heaving about with sexual ecstasy, fighting for breath was too much for Heinz, he plunged into Karl with such force that he tripped Karl's orgasm. As the climax overwhelmed Karl, his anal muscles gripped Heinz's dick with all their strength, in turn triggering his own orgasm. Simultaneously each man felt the relentless rise of orgasmic rapture though his body, the one erupting explosively into the other, who became awash in his own sexual harvest.

For several seconds Karl's anal muscles continued their pulsating against Heinz's still rampant dick. As the contractions within Karl began to subside he slowly withdrew, quickly eased the pressure on his mask, which he did not remove. He did the same for Karl, then cleaned him up before releasing and gently lowering his legs, removing the pillow from under him as he did so.

Karl's chest, being that of a younger and super-fit man was the first to stop heaving. Recovery for Heinz took just a little longer. Only now did Heinz remove his mask and hood; he made no move to do the same for Karl, instead he left the room, to return a minute or so later with a couple of goblets and a chilled bottle of Rheinwein. He was gratified to see that the muscular young rubber guy was still wearing the Gasmask, as he lay there playing with his still-erect dick. When he saw Heinz with the wine, Karl removed his mask, and with help from Heinz, his hood. Rubber sex can be thirsty work; both men drained the fist glass quickly, finishing off the bottle while they chatted about the scene they had just enjoyed. Forty minutes or so later both were ready to go again. Karl's dick was rampant, while Heinz's rubber sheath was filling again.

Heinz got up, and after rummaging among his collection of gear, produced a pair of rubber shorts equipped with a sheath like those he wore himself, a medium-sized rubber dildoe and a special rubber harness to hold it in place securely. A further foray among the layers of rubber on his shelves yielded a one piece latex suit, the biggest he had. Karl fitted the harness to himself while Heinz lubricated the dildoe. With his legs apart, Karl bent forward, his hands supporting his weight on the bed as Heinz inserted the dildoe, gently fucking him with it as he gradually allowed it to penetrate to its full extent.

When it was fully home, Heinz made the final adjustment of the harness so that the rubber shaft was securely held in position with no danger of it slipping out. Karl stood, flexing his anal muscles against this new toy, then instinctively he squatted while pulling his buttocks apart to finally locate the dildoe comfortably. He donned the shorts, fitting the sheath over his vastly expanded dick with some difficulty. He needed some gel before he could fit the sheath smoothly over his dick, then he discarded his gloves, climbed out of the waders and was ready for the suit. None of Heinz's visitors were anywhere nearly as well-developed as Karl, so the suit was not a perfect fit, however with some effort and plenty of powder, between them they got Karl suited up. Both men donned their hoods, gloves and waders once more, after which Karl just had to spend a few self-indulgent moments in front the mirror, posing and generally admiring the overall effect of the gear. Heinz meanwhile had opened a cupboard from which he selected two more gasmasks, the long black rubber corrugated hoses of which each led to a Y-shaped connector. From the stem of the 'Y' there was a third hose into the length of which had been built an on/off ball-valve, while in the open end of the hose was inserted a non-return valve. Heinz checked to make certain the ball valve was in the open position so that both men would be breathing from the atmosphere when the masks were fitted. The two rubbermen remained in front of the mirror as Heinz fitted Karl with his mask, once again taking care that the seal between mask and hood was air tight. He pulled the straps moderately tight and fitted his own mask with the same care.

Two men breathing through gasmasks with a shared airway, especially when a spring-loaded non-return valve was fitted, meant that both had to make a conscious effort to breathe. Depending upon whether they inhaled in unison, or alternately, the pressure in their masks and lungs varied.

Sometimes one man felt that his mask was so full of air that he could hear it hissing out between the expanded rubber rim of the mask and the rubber hood, while the other's mask gripped his face in near-vacuum conditions, and he had to fight for breath. Instantly the situation could reverse, while at other moments the pressure in both masks would be equal. For Karl this new experience induced in him even greater excitement, and he soon accustomed himself to breathing this way. Being endowed with a larger chest and greater lung-capacity than Heinz he soon realised that he could quite effectively control the breathing sequence for both of them, and to Heinz's obvious delight exploited his superior strength to the full. Heinz chose a moment when Karl's lungs were full and his own empty to switch the ball valve to the closed position, excluding completely air from outside the system, and as Karl exhaled he felt the expelled air rush into his own mask, and, lungs filled, he held his breath, forcing Karl to pull the air from him with his greater lung power. As he exerted his chest muscles Karl could feel his mask pulling in to his face, and then as Heinz relaxed a little he felt the pressure of his mask on his face ease. He loved this new breathing game, and his excitement mounted further when the shared supply of oxygen became depleted and the level of carbon-dioxide rose correspondingly, giving a new and real urgency to each breath. Long practise had enabled Heinz to judge the right moment to restore the supply of air from outside. Being fairly fit himself, and knowing that Karl was even fitter, he felt safe in allowing both men to continue to pant into their masks for a few moments longer, in fact he wickedly waited until he saw Karl involuntarily lift his arms ready to pull off his mask before he opened the valve. Karl saw the move and dropped his arms, gulping in the fresh air hungrily the instant it became available.

When they had recovered, both men, linked as they were by the rubber hoses, moved together to the bed. taking care not to entangle the hoses, or to dislodge the rubber pillow or the pot of lubricant and cloth he had earlier placed at the foot of the bed. While Karl remained at the foot of the bed, Heinz carefully mounted it, lay on his back, and once more keeping clear of the hoses, carefully fitted his feet into the loops of the rubber straps. Positioned at last to his satisfaction, he nodded. Karl found the opening in Heinz's rubber suit and shorts and began lubricating and opening him, then he generously lubricated his own rubber-sheathed dick. He wiped his gloved hands carefully, and was about to mount the bed when Heinz reached up and pulled the straps of his gasmask as tight as they would go.

Karl did the same, then taking care not to crush or tangle their hoses, he mounted the bed and entered Heinz.

Heinz's well-practised muscles gripped Karl's dick, seeming to draw it right into him. Karl began to fuck slowly and deeply and as he moved rhythmically he could feel the dildoe in him; it was as if he was being fucked at the same time. For sometime he maintained his steady strokes, fearful to speed up lest he came to climax, and he wanted this experience to last forever. On and on he went, slowly fucking them both, but soon he felt the need to take even deeper strokes, and Heinz responded with his muscles and by pulling his buttocks apart to let Karl in to the very limit of both of them.

Both men were breathing heavily in their masks, not only was Heinz enjoying the vigorous fucking by the young gasmasked musclemen, but he was turned on by the forceful way Karl breathed, pulling the air into and out of his own lungs, almost as if they were an extension of his own. Heinz closed the ball valve to the half-way point, further loading their breathing, and the two began to compete seriously for the limited air available. Gasmasked eyes met and locked again, each man almost mesmerised by the sight of his companion's mask being pulled in tight and then released. The competition for air, and the constant pulsating of his mask was beginning to excite Karl beyond endurance, and summoning all the strength of his chest muscles he took a mighty gulp of air, visibly crushing Heinz's mask to him, and stepped up the rate of his now deeply penetrating strokes, causing Heinz to grip his dick and begin slow wanking. Both men could feel in their loins the first stirrings that would culminate in mutual rubber orgasm. Neither rubberman wanted it to end; Heinz paused in his wanking. At the same time Karl thrust himself deep into Heinz, keeping the pressure there as he felt Heinz's muscles working against his rubber dick. Heinz reached up and felt his mask, Karl did the same, their eyes still locked as though in mutual hypnosis, while the struggle to breathe went on, each man fascinated by the sight of the other's mask rising and falling, and by the pulsing sensation each was experiencing within the sealed rubber confines of his own mask.

Eventually Heinz lifted the hose and closed the ball valve completely; they were sealed in, fully isolated from the outside world by the totality of their rubber. As one man's lungs emptied, the other's filled; they breathed as one, lung to lung, mask to mask. The stare between them remained unbroken as Karl resumed fucking, but this time he used all his force. Both knew the moment of climax was near, and then suddenly within each of them it began to flood through their bodies, wave after wave of sexual rapture overwhelmed the rubber pair with such impact that the stare between them was broken as their eyes turned upward in their sockets as the surge of sexual energy spurted from each man. At the same instant that Heinz's muscles gripped Karl's dick, his own pulled the rubber dildoe deeper into him and held it there. Simultaneously, both sought what little air was left to them, forcing the masks fiercely onto their faces while the convolutions of the rubber hoses contracted with the force of their combined effort. The congress of rubber bodies was complete as both were heaved upward and together by the intensity of the sexual detonation.

Heinz opened the valve and both men sucked in lungfuls of oxygenated air. This time the recovery period for both was longer, they drew apart slowly. The masks were removed, Heinz freed his legs, and together, after cleaning themselves up, they slid between the heavy rubber sheets and slept for nine hours.


Part 8

Thereafter Karl and Heinz became friends, although there was never any emotional bond between them; neither had anything in common but rubber. Heinz introduced Karl to other rubber people, and he learned how to make his own contacts. For two years the two met regularly, always at Heinz's apartment, even after Karl had moved out of the hotel into his own tiny studio flat in the students' quarter.

It was some time before Karl realised that Heinz had nothing else on his rubber menu. Each time they met, the first scene was faithfully repeated in every detail, and for Karl it had begun to seem very ordinary. His other rubber contacts had from time to time hinted that there were people who operated on a higher rubber plane; for these people it seemed, simply to dress up in rubber and restrict each other's breathing was merely a preliminary. Karl's rubber hunger was ravenous, he wanted to experience the things he had heard hinted at. He craved to have all his body, inside and out, stimulated and controlled by one of these 'Rubber Masters' he had heard about. He yearned to surrender himself to one of them, mind and body. The need he had felt since his childhood for domination and total control of his whole being, mental and physical, was asserting itself with ever increasing insistence. He could not subdue it, nor did he wish to; what he wanted was to satisfy and fulfil it. The longing within him was both sexual and emotional. He could not express it, but he wanted to be loved as well as dominated, and perhaps most strongly of all he wanted to love, though at that stage of his life he was still too immature to understand the true nature of the ache within him.

There came a day when he visited the house of a rubberman on the outskirts of the city. A word-of-mouth-contact arranged by a mutual rubber associate, he had never met the guy before, and, after their routine, and for the moment, satisfying couple of hours together, they would not meet again.

It was as Karl was preparing to leave that he found himself rooted to the floor of his host's living room, while the hairs on the back of his neck rose as quickly as his heart-rate. The two had had some coffee and a brief chat after the rubber session; as Karl was about to depart he saw on a side table a small magazine. The cover bore a boldly printed title 'White Rooms - White Dreams'. The illustration was of a rubber-clad man strapped to an examination table, his legs high up in stirrups. A woman in a rubber nurse's uniform was giving him an enema. In the background another rubber nurse was preparing an anaesthetic machine for use. 'That your scene, is it?' asked his host as he noticed Karl's interest. 'Some guy left it here, I don't know his address or number. It's been here a couple of weeks and he hasn't been back for it. Take it if you're that way. Personally I've no time for these rubber extremists; they play some dangerous games if you ask me.' Karl wasn't asking him, but he was beginning to understand that he was 'that way'. He shoved the book into his pocket and left.

On the tram back into the city, the words 'rubber extremists' hammered into his brain over and over again, almost in time with the click-clack, click-clack of the tram wheels on the rails; never had a tram ride seemed so long. Home at last, he pulled the magazine from his jacket and went through it page by page. It was filled with pictures similar to the one on the cover. Each picture was really part of an advertisement, showing what was on offer to clients at 'clinics' all over West Germany. There was a 'phone number for each, and some even had the address as well. Karl's hands shook with excitement as he read, and when he got almost to the back cover he found two pages of personal ads.

from readers stating their individual requirements and a brief description of themselves together with a Box Number at which each could be contacted. The fact that the whole publication was strictly heterosexual neither surprised nor disappointed Karl. At last here was confirmation that there was a more interesting rubber world than that which he had so far encountered; he had long ago discovered that whatever the Hets did, the Gays did better. His problem was that Gay Rubber Extremism was very much 'underground'. The participants did not advertise themselves as such; their activities were shrouded in secrecy, and for those without contacts or not 'in-the-know' it was almost impossible to find them. He took a second, longer look through the personal ads. Most were from men seeking women, while only one or two were from women offering services. Many of the men asked to meet a lady doctor or nurse. Three of the ads. specified that the doctor should be an anaesthetist.

The medical aspect of rubber had interested Karl for some time. Although he himself had never been ill, he had seen films and plays on television where the action took place amid a medical or hospital background, and he had been excited by the degree of dependence of a patient on the doctors and nurses, how easily it seemed to him that the medical staff gained absolute control over the patients.

The extent of the trust placed in them by the patients also impressed him, but none more so than that displayed by a patient about to be put to sleep before an operation. To Karl the relationship between patient and anaesthetist was the ultimate form of submission; his quick imagination had translated that into rubber erotic terms long ago, and it had become one of his principal rubber fantasies. He longed to submit to a rubber doctor, to be given 'treatment' and above all to be anaesthetised in a rubber erotic situation by a rubber master who was as much master of his art as he was Master of Karl.

During the next few days Karl read and re-read the magazine, after a week it had become well-thumbed. He wanted to call one of the numbers listed, but he knew that he would have to pay a lot for 'treatment' at one of the advertised 'clinics'. His wage was modest, partly because his meals while at work were provided, and partly because he received tips from guests. In addition to the rent for his apartment, he had to pay a small fee each week for his training sessions at the gym; any spare cash he had went on occasional purchases of rubber gear as and when he felt he could afford it. He was also trying to save the deposit for a motorcycle. Knowing that the 'doctor' or 'nurse' would be a woman made him hesitate; he had no experience of women sexually. He knew they found him attractive and he had no problems mixing with them at work, or on the rare occasions when he needed to, socially.

He had, however, no sexual or physical interest in them, and had never even considered the possibility of having a female for a sexual partner because he knew that very few women were naturally inclined toward rubber, apart from which his own instincts were male-oriented.

A further week passed before Karl made the call. Curiosity, rather than firm resolve, was the catalyst. 'Sister Magda' was the recipient of the call, and she advertised herself as being firmly in charge at 'Klinic Magda', where, it seemed an endless range of 'treatment' was offered. 'Klinic Magda' was one of about half a dozen listed with Hamburg numbers, and of those, Karl had selected the one where the illustration in the Ad. showed plenty of rubber and an anaesthetic machine, although there had been no reference to 'gas treatment' or 'gas therapy' in the accompanying text.

'Sister Magda' herself took the call, and yes, she could offer a gentleman full rubber bondage and colonic irrigation together with 'hand-relief' in her fully equipped 'treatment room' for a sum that represented a little over two weeks wages for Karl. He gasped at the price asked, and when he spoke again to enquire if this included gas treatment, his natural baritone had ascended into the tenor range. The sister was sorry but, no, gas treatment was extra; another three week's wages extra, she would need to employ another 'nurse' for this. Karl thanked her and hung up.

For several days he tried to dismiss the whole thing from his mind, but it was impossible. Night after night he fantasised about being in a rubber 'Clinic', but in his fantasy there were no 'Sisters.' He wanked himself into a state of physical and mental exhaustion; his gym work began to suffer and despite his exhaustion he could not sleep. In the middle of one especially desperate night he took up the magazine yet again. Perhaps, he reasoned, a 'clinic' in some smaller town would be cheaper. He made his choices, and his calls. One to Dortmund, where the price was the same, another to Stuttgart, where it was more expensive. He spoke to one in Essen where the price was low, but where, when he asked about 'gas therapy' the 'phone went suddenly dead. Next day he called 'Sister Magda' again and, having decided to throw financial caution to the wind, made an appointment that evening for the rubber bondage and colonic irrigation 'treatment'.

'Sister Magda' was a jolly woman of about thirty. She had short, naturally curly blonde hair; her figure was still trim and she had plenty 'up top'. Widowed early, she had two young sons to provide for and educate. State benefits, though relatively generous in Germany were insufficient to meet the needs of a mother ambitious for her sons. The salary she would have earned had she returned to the nursing profession in which she had worked before her marriage would also have been inadequate.

Liberal-minded, sociable, and with a natural liking for male company, she had considered using her undoubted physical charms as a way of making a comfortable living and providing for her sons. She had had offers from bar- and 'studio'-owners, but she knew that although the money would be good, she would be submitting herself to a form of slavery which she knew she could never accept. She had a limited amount of capital, and this she decided to invest, together with her previous professional experience, in setting up 'Klinic Magda', having got the idea herself after reading an earlier issue of the very magazine that had brought Karl to her now thriving establishment.

She answered Karl's ring at the doorbell herself, clad in a scanty rubber nurse's uniform. The instant she saw him she gasped in astonishment. Most of her clients, or 'patients' were middle aged or older. Few of them were attractive and most of them were lecherous old bores who expected from her rather more than she advertised. She had never in the four years of running 'Klinic Magda' ever had so young and handsome a client as Karl. Overcoming her surprise rapidly, she adopted her customary 'professional' manner, and invited Karl in after making sure he was the man who had made the appointment for that time.

She ushered him into a small room adjoining her 'treatment' room, and fitted him out with a rubber suit, which, though large, was ill-fitting but serviceable. She gave him a rubber hood and gloves, which he donned before she escorted him to the 'treatment' room, where she strapped him to an obstetric table, secured his legs in stirrups, and proceeded to give him a thorough and professional session of colonic irrigation, together with some 'hand relief', which she deliberately controlled so as not to bring Karl to climax, a reversal of her usual technique with most clients, the majority of whom she was only too pleased to be rid of. This young man was different; she wanted him for herself.

Her friends had warned her never to allow her relations with clients to become personal. She had laughed at their warnings, after all, her friends had not seen her clients. The idea of personal relationships with those men was ludicrous, and she had never even considered such a possibility; such a danger just did not exist - until tonight. She treated Karl with a tenderness she had not felt since her husband's death. His nervousness only added to his attractions; it was plain he had never been to such an establishment as hers before, and she wondered why such a handsome young man should feel the need for her rather expensive services when any woman she knew would leap at the chance of an erotic encounter with him. She could only conclude that it must be the rubber which had brought him to her door.

Karl enjoyed the enema; he had never had one given with such expertise. He enjoyed the feeling of helplessness that being strapped down to the table engendered. Although she did not excite him sexually, he liked Magda for her bubbly and cheerful personality, especially since she had dropped her 'professional' manner and become more friendly. He noted with satisfaction, and ill-concealed excitement, that just like the picture in the magazine, there was indeed an anaesthetic machine in the room. He could not take his eyes from it; Magda noticed, and then remembered that he had enquired about gas when he had called her. She allowed her own gaze to follow his to the machine. 'You would like to have some gas?' Karl swallowed; she noticed he had begun to tremble. 'Yes, I think you would enjoy that', she went on. 'I can't afford it, I don't earn much money.' The enema was well under way, and Karl was almost full. Magda had inflated a Bardex tube inside him and was free to come around to his side. One hand caressed his now rampant dick while with the other, she stroked his rubber-hooded head. She bent over him, allowing her lips to brush his. Keeping her head close to his, she whispered, barely breathing the words, 'I will give you just a little, it won't cost you any more.' As she spoke, she realised that the force of Karl's erection in her hand increased; she also knew in her heart that she had broken a cardinal rule for someone in her position, but Karl was irresistible. She wanted him now, and she wanted him to come to her again; she was smitten, and if giving Karl gas was the way she could get him for herself, then he could have all he wanted.

He watched transfixed as she wheeled the machine over to the table. It was fairly basic, the type used in midwifery to deliver Entanox, which was what she was about to give Karl. At that time gas was gas to Karl; he knew nothing about different types of anaesthetic. Magda drew a low stool to the head of the table, and sat behind Karl. He saw her hand reach out and pick up the mask. With one hand she again caressed his head, while with the other she gently placed the black rubber mask over his nose and mouth. Karl closed his eyes and breathed deeply. 'Not too much, now' he heard Magda caution, as he felt his arteries contract, and heard a roaring noise in his ears. His head swam as he continued to breathe, and the enema within him seemed to expand. He felt himself falling into rubber blackness for the first time. His dick felt enormous, and he thought he could actually hear, as well as feel, it throb. He lost all sense of time and place; he had entered another world, a world he had dreamed of since those far-off days when he had frolicked in rubber with Heinz. He had no way of knowing that evening that he had merely had a glimpse of that world, and that several years were to elapse before he would enter it truly, and that when he did, it would claim him body and soul, and he would willingly surrender himself totally to claim his place within it.

Magda strapped the mask to him with a Clausen's harness, and returning to the foot of the table began to drain him. She refilled and emptied him twice more, all the while stroking his rampant dick. Karl writhed about on the table in rubber ecstasy as she worked on him. Wave after wave of excitement swept through him until at last he felt the warmth of her mouth close over his dick. She had stopped the gas, and as he felt himself come out of it, he felt his dick explode within her mouth.

Back in his tiny flat later, Karl thought about his introduction to gas. It had been as wonderful as it had been unexpected. True, it had cost him, but not as much as he knew it should have. Magda had also invited him back for more, still at a reduced rate. His one regret was that he had been introduced to this electrifying world by a woman and not by a Rubber Master. His encounter with Richard was still several years off, and although Karl would visit Magda on two further occasions for gas before 'phoning one day to find that her 'phone was cut off, and thereafter visiting her address to find it closed up for reasons he never discovered, he would not be truly Mastered in Rubber until Richard paid his fateful visit to Hamburg.

Late in the afternoon of the day that Karl had fled so abruptly from his room, Richard emerged from the conference building somewhat weary from a day of listening to a series of tedious speeches. His eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight, at once sought the taxi-rank opposite. He had planned his evening; a hot bath, then twenty minutes or so relaxing and fantasising on Entanox, after which a couple of Gin and Tonics in the bar, followed by a leisurely dinner in the Hotel's excellent grill room.

Richard's plans went awry before he had taken three paces toward the cab-rank. He was accosted by Karl, clad, despite the warm sunny afternoon, in gleaming black rubber motorcycle gear. The lad's rubber- gloved hand thrust an envelope into Richard's grasp, then, without saying a word, he fled as suddenly as he had that morning, disappearing into the milling crowd too rapidly for Richard to have a chance to call him back. Startled, Richard pushed the envelope into his pocket while his gaze swept vainly among the crowd for a glimpse of the retreating figure of the rubbered biker, but he had vanished. He boarded a taxi at the rank and returned to the hotel, where he found a message from Hans on some minor domestic matter and an invitation to dine at the home of an eminent local professional colleague the following evening. He dealt with these by telephone before pulling Karl's envelope from his pocket. The envelope bore no name, and wondering what on earth the lad was up to, he ripped it open and read the brief note which stated in English far below the standard of Karl's spoken English, his address, 'phone number and the fact that he had a serious problem about which he needed to speak with Richard. The note referred to the fact that Karl would be off duty at the Hotel until after Richard's return to England, and concluded with a plea for Richard to contact him, and politely excusing himself for having troubled the Herr Docktor.

Richard pondered the note for several seconds, then having decided what to do, consulted his street directory of the city, discovering that Karl's address was but a short cab ride from the hotel. He was now certain beyond doubt exactly what it was that troubled Karl, and taking with him his portable breathing equipment, hired a cab, and was ringing Karl's doorbell some fifteen minutes later.

When he opened the door, Karl's face lit up with pleasure at the sight of Richard, then remembering that he was imposing upon him, his handsome features clouded briefly before his natural good manners asserted themselves and he politely invited Richard in and showed him to his neat but sparsely furnished room, offering him a drink as he did so. Karl wore a T-shirt and shorts, which showed his magnificent physique to advantage; Richard had not appreciated until that moment just what a hunk the young body builder was. Richard asked for some coffee, and settled at last, he said, 'Well, Karl, how can I help you?' Karl looked at the case containing Richard's breathing gear, mistaking it for a medical bag and replied, 'I am not sick, but I need to talk with a doctor like you and I don't know in English how to say what I want.' Richard knew very little German, but gambled, 'Would it be easier to tell me in your language?' Karl paused, then grinning, shook his head.

 'I can see that you are very healthy, but I think I know what it is you want to talk about, and I understand how hard it is for a young man like you to begin to speak to a perfect stranger like me about your love of rubber.' Karl blushed and looked at his moccasin-clad feet. 'That is what you want to talk about, is it not?' Still engrossed with his feet, Karl nodded his head slowly. 'Then let us talk about it. There is nothing to be afraid of, or ashamed. There are many people who love rubber, and I cannot believe that a good-looking man like you who rides around the city on a huge motorcycle covered from head to foot in rubber has never attracted the attention of any young ladies who would be only to pleased to enjoy some rubber games with you.' Richard cringed inwardly at the patronising tone he had adopted, but although quite certain of Karl's rubber instincts, he was not at all sure he was gay.

'It is not young ladies that interest me', Karl muttered, still looking intently at the floor. 'Young men, then?' Richard queried, adopting a lighter tone. Karl looked up, his blue eyes gazing directly at Richard. 'No, not young men. Men like you, Docktor. Men who know what rubber is really for. I have met the young ones, and their silly games were fun at first, but now they bore me. I know that there are rubber masters somewhere, but I do not know where they are or how to make contact with them.'

The words had begun to tumble from Karl, but having referred to rubber masters, he feared he had said too much, and the torrent of words ceased as suddenly as it had been unleashed. He sat silently for a minute or two before returning his gaze to the floor. Richard kept quiet, hoping to give Karl the opportunity to continue, now that he had begun to open up, but the big weight lifter said no more. Satisfied now that his own instincts about Karl had been sure, he said softly, 'Well, Karl I am glad that you invited me here tonight if you really wanted to meet a rubber master because that is what I am, but you already suspected that did you not?' Karl looked up, once again his gaze drawn to Richard's strange, almost hypnotic gaze. He nodded sheepishly, and when Richard smiled sympathetically with his eyes as much as with his lips, Karl at last felt able to relax, and overwhelmed with relief, his natural high spirits bubbled up and his features broke into the wide infectious grin that Richard had seen on his first morning at the hotel. 'Shall we have some more coffee while you tell me all about yourself and just what it is you hope for from a rubber master', Richard suggested.

The ice broken at last, Karl began to talk. Almost two hours and several cups of coffee later, interrupted occasionally by a brief question from Richard, he at last came to the end of his tale, having unburdened himself of his whole life story and rubber history, omitting no detail in the process. He also told Richard of his hopes and aspirations for his rubber future, insofar as he understood them himself at that stage in his life. From Richard's point of view, Karl's narrative, broadly speaking, apart from the detail, was much as he had expected.

While Karl had been speaking, Richard had, while absorbing all that Karl was telling him, begun to think that Karl just might be the right guy to fill the vacant place in his household. He was impressed by Karl's capacity for dedicating himself, his whole life in fact, to those things which mattered most to him. The boy's magnificent physique could not have been achieved without a prodigious amount of hard work and application over many years. He had noticed the shelves full of trophies in Karl's room; a silent testimony to the determination within Karl to do well that which he most wanted to.

Richard was convinced that Karl would, given the opportunity, display the same diligence and tenacity in learning to serve the needs of a rubber master such as himself. Everything that he was now learning about Karl reinforced his feeling that, if Karl were willing to come to England to live, adapt to a totally different life-style, and apply himself to the service of Richard's needs, his quest for a new member of his household was at an end. He smiled to himself when he thought about how Hans would react, but he knew Hans, and he would not make serious objections once he knew all the facts. Karl's experience in the hotel, Richard reasoned, qualified him to look after the domestic side of things at home, while his qualifications and aptitude for the rubber side of Richard's life also seemed to be beyond doubt. Richard decided that for the present he would say nothing; he was a man who liked to give some consideration to major decisions before acting upon them.

Richard stood up just as Karl came to the end of his saga. 'Would you like to show me what rubber you have been able to get together, Karl?' The grin on Karl's face answered the question, and from beneath his divan, and from two cupboards he produced several cardboard boxes, which he offered to Richard for his inspection. For one who lived on such a modest income, the assemblage was not inconsiderable, and it was certainly comprehensive. Rubber boots, waders, gloves, four suits, many hoods, open-faced, enclosed, inflatables as well, were the basis of the collection. While Richard looked through Karl's gear appreciatively, he noted that each item was well maintained, and of good quality; further evidence, in Richard's view, of Karl's dedication. Karl went over to a large travelling trunk, which he unlocked to reveal a large assortment of gasmasks and oxygen masks; there was even an anaesthetic mask. The trunk also contained many lengths of corrugated rubber tubing together with connectors. There was a variety of dildoes and butt-plugs as well. Richard was impressed, and while he sorted through the contents of the trunk, Karl went out to his tiny kitchen and returned with two plastic containers which he handed to Richard. One contained a whole range of catheters, each in its own plastic bag, while the other smaller container held several pairs of nipple clamps.

When he had finally looked through everything Karl had laid out for his inspection, Richard suggested that they might, if Karl was willing, get into some rubber and enjoy what was left of the evening together. Karl was willing all right, and responded with a rapid 'Yes, Sir!' Quietly, but firmly, Richard informed Karl that he preferred his rubber submissives to address him simply as Doctor - in English, he added pointedly, and his voice hardening, he told his new submissive that henceforth he expected to be obeyed in this, as in all things. Karl immediately lowered his head and very quietly replied, 'yes, Doctor.'

Twenty minutes later, both men were in rubber suits, waders, full-face hoods, gloves and gasmasks. Richard had connected the masks together with additional lengths of corrugated rubber tubing, incorporating into the system a steel 'T' connector so that a third tube, open to the atmosphere, could be added and into the end of which he fitted a non-return valve he found among Karl's masks and tubes. Simply by doubling this tube over, Richard could seal them off from the outside source of air.

He had been fascinated by the size of Karl's chest, and was longing to be connected up to him in a closed-circuit rubber breathing system so as to experience breathing against a massive thorax powered by such well developed muscles. Before donning the gasmasks, which he had made absolutely certain were air tight, he instructed Karl to breathe slowly and as deeply as he could, using all his muscular strength. Richard had noticed a low narrow weight-training bench placed along one wall, he had Karl bring this into the centre of the room and, Masks fully tightened, both rubber-clad men sat astride it facing each other. For each man what was to come immediately was, in rubber terms, a mere commonplace; both had indulged in closed-circuit counter breathing many times before, nevertheless for each there was a sense of occasion about the preparations they had been making. The frisson of excitement that had been building between them as they had slowly transformed themselves from attractive men into bizarre rubber creatures was tangible.

While each was appreciative of the physical attractions of the other, these were of secondary importance for both men; the real allure for them both was the realisation within each that this was a meeting of complementary, highly-developed rubber minds. The evening was to be a watershed in the lives of both; Richard was almost certain that this was so as they began their first rubber session, Karl was hoping that his encounter with Richard would at last open up his rubber life, bringing the possibility of long-awaited fulfilment, changing it forever. Both were soon to discover that each had, in his own way, come to the end of a quest.


Part 9

Face to face astride the bench, the two masked rubbermen surveyed each other silently as they settled into a steady breathing routine, their system still open to the atmosphere. Richard held the third tube in his rubber-gloved hand, and giving a pre-arranged nod to Karl, the younger man emptied his lungs as instructed, while Richard filled his. There was a brief pause while Richard folded the tube over in his fist, and when he nodded again Karl inhaled slowly and deeply. Richard instantly became aware of the power exerted by Karl's chest muscles as his lungs were forcibly emptied for him; his gasmask, emptied of air, became a vacuum and clung tightly to his face. Karl, realising instinctively what Richard required of him, held his breath for several seconds while Richard tried to inhale and pull some air back into his own mask and lungs, but fit as he was, the super fitness of Karl enabled him to resist the not inconsiderable power that Richard was able to exert, and to hold the breath for longer than anyone Richard had previously encountered before. At length, Karl let go, and Richard inhaled greedily, using sufficient force to pull Karl's mask to his face and then himself holding the breath.

Before Richard had decided to let go, he felt his lungs being sucked empty again by Karl's superior strength. It was like being connected up to a living resuscitator, with Karl in total control. For a couple of minutes they continued, Karl uncharacteristically enjoying his power, while Richard thoroughly enjoyed having his breathing so effectively manipulated for him. He decided, at some risk to himself, to see how long Karl could hold out without being allowed to breathe from atmosphere, and while both men recognised that Karl was the fitter, Richard was more experienced when it came to conserving his physical resources, the result being that both men became desperate for more oxygen at the same time. Richard opened the system to atmosphere, allowing several breaths before sealing them up again. This time he closed the circuit when Karl's lungs were filled, with the result that there was more air in the system and they were able to hold out a little longer. For twenty minutes both men enjoyed breathing against each other after which Richard removed his mask, indicating to Karl that he should do the same. Richard savoured the fact that never before had he been connected in that way to a worthier partner, and he resolved to do this with Karl again, and to develop several techniques and variations to enhance what for most rubbermen was a simple and basic rubber game. Richard knew that in future, with the combination of Karl's physical strength and his own imagination, some very exciting closed-circuit rubber breathing sessions could be devised.

Somewhat breathless, both men remained on the bench facing each other; Karl waiting to see what would happen next, while Richard reflected that he had perhaps made a tactical error by beginning the proceedings in a way that may have given Karl a slight psychological advantage, especially as he had, unusually for him, been motivated by self-indulgence. He had thoroughly enjoyed being in a rubber situation whereby Karl was able to breathe for him, but certain of his own powers of dominance, he felt fully confident that within a few minutes he would have Karl completely under his rubber control. It was, after all, good to see the boy's confidence in himself rising, but the time had now come for him to exert his full authority and show Karl just what total rubber domination by a master of rubber extremism entailed. He was anxious to see how the lad responded, and with that objective uppermost in his mind he rose from the bench, telling Karl to do the same.

The evening was by now well-advanced, Richard had not eaten since luncheon; he had a full day ahead of him tomorrow at the conference followed by his commitment to dine with a German colleague. This evening's encounter with Karl had invested the dinner engagement with added importance. His host-to-be owed him a favour, and he only needed to make a brief 'phone call tomorrow morning to call that favour in. Meanwhile tonight he would give Karl just a little foretaste of what could become part of his life permanently if he proved himself to be the rubberman Richard had now begun to hope he was. It was Tuesday, Richard would return to London on Friday afternoon. On Wednesday evening he would be dining with his colleague, there remained only Thursday on which he would have an opportunity of a further meeting with Karl, when he intended to introduce him properly to the world of black rubber anaesthesia; to test Karl fully in the role of rubber submissive, and, why not, maybe make some of the lad's dreams come true.

When Karl got to his feet, Richard noted with satisfaction that unlike so many body-builders, the younger man had a very large erection. Richard told him to lie on the bench. The bench was not long enough to allow Karl to lie fully outstretched upon it, therefore with his head resting at one end, the other end of the bench came only to the back of his knees, and he was obliged to bend them and place his feet flat on the floor. Richard had found several lengths of heavy rubber strapping in the big trunk with which he secured Karl's torso to the bench, lashed his feet to the legs of the bench and immobilised his arms against the legs at the head of the bench. He bent over the reclining rubber form and ran his rubber-gloved hands over the tight rubber suit moulded over Karl's muscular body; the great chest rose and fell gently, all signs of earlier exertion now vanished. The slender waist contrasted sharply with the huge rib-cage above it and the exceptionally well developed thighs below. Karl's now semi-erect dick rested visibly inside the rubber crotch. To Richard's enquiry, Karl replied that he was comfortable, and that none of his bonds were too tight; he writhed with sensuous pleasure under the caressing touch of Richard's rubber-gloved hands.

Richard selected a gasmask from among Karl's collection, and positioning himself where Karl could see him clearly, he donned the mask, tucking the end of the long black corrugated rubber hose into his belt, then he allowed the recumbent muscleman to watch as with slow deliberation he tightened the mask strap by strap. Satisfied that the mask was on as tight as he could get it, he crossed the room to retrieve the case he had brought with him. Karl watched with undisguised curiosity as Richard carried it toward the bench, and placed it alongside, tantalisingly out of Karl's field of view. While he opened the case and began assembling the components of his portable anaesthetic machine, Richard knew that Karl could hear every sound and would be wondering what was going to occur next and that his rubber antennae would be working at fever pitch. Richard took his time, enjoying the minor torment he knew he was inflicting upon Karl by so doing. Eventually he could prolong his preparations no longer, and kneeling behind Karl's rubber-hooded head, with one rubber gloved hand he caressed the young rubberman's head, sliding his hand over one side of his face until he cupped Karl's chin, while with the other he brought the big black rubber anaesthetic mask quickly but gently down over Karl's nose and mouth, holding it firmly in place. He felt Karl's body stiffen for an instant before relaxing once more. Richard leaned over until his gasmasked face was close to Karl's ear. 'You understand what this is for?' A muffled 'Yes, Doctor.' came from within Karl's mask. Richard was giving Karl some oxygen; the noise of his breathing through the machine was clearly audible to both men. It was a sound that never failed to excite Richard, and he knew from the rapid increase in Karl's rate of respiration that the sound of his own breathing together with the anticipation of what was to come was working its magic on Karl. The big rubber-clad body builder shifted his position within his bonds and moaned slightly with pleasure; Richard noted with satisfaction that there was no resistance from him, nor any evidence of nervousness. He looked along towards Karl's groin and noted with further satisfaction that the younger man's erection had now reached such proportions that it had emerged through the open crotch zip and was standing in a graceful upward curve, swollen to the extent that the huge cockhead glistened while a bead of pre-cum appeared in the eye of the massive member.

Richard strapped the mask onto Karl with a Clausen's harness, adjusting the straps to moderate tightness, cautioning Karl to breathe slowly but deeply as he did so. The young rubberman immediately brought his breathing under control. Richard waited a few seconds and then turned on the Entanox. Karl immediately began to draw the gas into his lungs greedily, and Richard warned him once again to slow his breathing, this time making the threat that if he failed to obey, there would be no more gas. Karl responded immediately. Although Richard was aware that Karl had experienced Entanox before during his visits to Magda, he was anxious to see for himself just how Karl reacted to being rendered helpless and having gas administered to him. 'So far, so good', he told himself, and he sat back for a while, watching and listening as the younger man breathed steadily through the machine, an occasional moan of pleasure escaped from the mask. There was little time for prolonged observation of Karl's enjoyment, due to the fact that the duration of the machine was limited, and had been further reduced by the fact that Richard himself had used some of the gas the previous evening. He tightened Karl's mask to maximum tightness, then allowed a minute to pass before he got his rubber-gloved hands to work on Karl's enormous dick.

When Karl had seen the mask descending onto his face he knew at last for certain that his greatest hopes were to be realised. He could hardly believe his luck, and without realising it, had sucked in the oxygen believing that the gas was coming to him right away. Richard's caution brought him to his senses, and he fought with himself to calm down. When the gas hit him, he felt, as he had before at Magda's, the constricting of his blood vessels and the roaring noise in his ears. The gas this time seemed stronger, and in no time at all he felt himself falling into black rubber ecstasy, spinning slowly at first, then faster until his whole awareness filled with one rubber fantasy followed by another. He felt the mask tighten on him; it felt so good, just as he had always hoped it would. It was never like this with Magda. He could feel his dick throbbing, and he felt it would burst with years of pent- up frustration. When Richard's rubber hand grasped it and began slowly to stroke along the entire length of it he felt that he had never known such joy. Richard's grip on his dick tightened with surprising suddenness, the speed of the strokes increased until he began to feel within him the surge of orgasm. His dick was now pulsating in Richard's hand, and as the mighty climax commenced, he felt the grip become firmer still, the strokes slowed and became longer and more deliberate until at last he was overwhelmed by his own sexual eruption, his whole body seemed to contract and relax only to contract again and again as the seminal expulsion continued to send streams of Karl's vital substance high above his body before abating in a final convulsion of young male vigour.

The room was filled now with the sound of Karl's breathing; Richard had never before witnessed an orgasm of such duration and puissance. Karl's chest was heaving; Richard knew that the Entanox was almost exhausted and, returning his attention to the machine, he slowly reduced the flow of the gas, while he simultaneously increased the oxygen to bring Karl back to full consciousness. He left the mask fully tightened on Karl as he went in search of a cloth to soak up the pool of spunk that had collected on Karl's abdomen. By the time he had cleaned up Karl, the fit young rubberman's breathing had returned to normal so Richard cut the supply of oxygen and opened a valve on the machine so that Karl now breathed from the atmosphere through the still tightly strapped mask. Richard removed his own gasmask, and once again kneeling to the side of Karl he spoke in his low and seductive voice, 'Would you like some more?' Nodding affirmatively, Karl could barely raise his voice, so overcome was he by the events of the evening. 'Please, Doctor, I would like much more,' he breathed.

Richard began slackening Karl's bonds in preparation for the excited young rubberman's release. 'You have already taken all the gas I had for tonight, but if you care to, you can have a rather more interesting time on Thursday.' Karl was nodding his assent almost before Richard had spoken. 'On Thursday you will pack a bag containing your rubber suit, the suit I am now wearing, the two gasmasks we have just been wearing, these waders and gloves, and the hoods. You will also pack a selection of your dildoes and butt plugs. At five in the afternoon you will be ready, dressed in ordinary street clothes, when I will call for you in a taxi. We are going out for the evening; I think you will enjoy it. You must not eat anything after your breakfast, which must be very light, and you may have nothing to drink after midday. That is most important, you understand?' Karl nodded and grinned, understanding perfectly Richard's instruction, and the implication behind it.

Free now, Karl got up, and the two rubbermen assisted each other out of their rubber, and reminding Karl once more of his instructions for the following Thursday, Richard left.

The next morning, after a breakfast delivered to his room by a young man of singularly unattractive countenance, as much a contrast to Karl as was physically possible, Richard telephoned his host for that evening.

Dr.Wilhelm Ebert was the registered proprietor and self styled director of a small clinic in a leafy outer suburb of the city. Now in his early forties, his somewhat austere appearance belied his tempestuous and rollicking earlier years, during which he had lived according to firmly held precepts that nothing craved by the body should be denied it. A bon viveur in every respect, he had indulged himself freely with women, fine food, drink and drugs. He had dissipated the better part of a substantial inheritance by the time he was 23, and two years later his excesses very nearly brought his professional career to a scandalous and premature end.

Willi Ebert and Scandal had been travelling companions for years, due principally to Willi's insouciant attitude to his own indiscretions. He had, however, two qualities which led to his eventual salvation from his own recklessness. The first was that he had been a brilliant medical student; the finest of his year; he won every prize in sight without effort, having a natural flair for medicine. The second was that he was a fanatically loyal friend, an attribute for which many intimates of his early years had continuing cause to be thankful. The only person who ever suffered from Willi's lapses of discretion was Willi.

Richard and Willi had met when both were students. As a young man Richard had been quite capable of holding his own in the company of Willi and his riotous companions. Academically strong himself, Richard had immediately been drawn to Willi during an international gathering of senior medical students; he knew of Willi's dissolute reputation, of course, but he also knew of his brilliance, and the two had become firm friends, especially after they had discovered that both planned to follow the same discipline of Anaesthetics, although in Willi's case 'discipline' was a wholly inappropriate word. The two young doctors, although working in different countries, had kept in touch, meeting once or twice a year at conferences and other professional gatherings. Willi had written several important papers on advances being made in the field of Anaesthetics, and for a while he and Richard had collaborated on a research project. It was during this period that the two had consolidated their friendship, establishing a relationship of remarkable intimacy considering the rampant heterosexuality of Willi on the one hand, and Richard's highly specialised homosexuality, dominated even then by extreme rubber pursuits, on the other hand. Each had long known of the other's unshared sexual predilections. The bond between the two, by now consultant anaesthetists, strengthened when they made the mutual discovery about each other that both got sexual satisfaction from inhaling anaesthetics, and during their research fellowship, the pair had enjoyed many sessions together, despite their differing sexual orientation.

While Richard had always conducted his erotic affairs with impeccable discretion, the same was not true of Willi, and when he succumbed to an irresistible urge to play some of his wilder gassing games with a sexy young OR sister, who, although willing for almost anything sexually exciting, drew the line firmly at the point beyond which Willi had proposed taking her, and promptly threatened him with exposure to the professional body, his life was not only in crisis, but also at a turning point.
Willi, although lacking in circumspection, was not short of good fortune, for the young lady was Willi's equal, if not his superior when it came to foolishness; her threat against him was accompanied by a demand for continuing payment of sums of money far larger than Willi, who by now had almost completed the squandering of his own money, could afford. It was not entirely by chance that the unfortunate situation arose during one of Richard's visits to the city. It was when Richard was around that Willi tended to be most active in his erotic enjoyment of Nitrous Oxide, the pair having engaged in an hilarious session the very evening before Willi made his stupid misjudgement.

Distracted for once with genuine worry, he sought out Richard at his hotel, and over stiff drinks they explored possible solutions to Willi's problem. Understandably, Willi was not thinking very clearly, but he did remember that Richard had met the young Sister once or twice during periods when they had worked together on the project at the same hospital. That was enough for Richard. He did in fact know her, she had made advances to him herself; in fact she had been annoyingly persistent. He also remembered that there had been some gossip about her at the hospital in connection with her relationships outside of work. The word was that among her associates were more than one drug addict. A combination of luck and cunning had so far prevented this useful fact from coming to official notice, despite widespread unofficial speculation within the hospital.

Telling Willi to keep her sweet with promises of payment, at least until the following evening, when they would confer again, Richard had excused himself. Offering a few words of reassurance, but saying no more, he left Willi drowning his sorrows in the hotel bar. He planned some detective work, the preliminaries to which were two telephone calls; the first to a fellow rubber extremist who just happened to hold high rank in the police, the second to a gay colonic therapist, whose love of, and skill at his work was exceeded only by the diligence with which he pursued what is universally known as 'rough trade', and who had contacts within the city's criminal fraternity. By lunch time the day following Willi's outpouring of his woes, Richard was, as a result of his telephone calls, possessed of sufficient information about the predatory OR sister, which, if placed before the appropriate authorities would cost her not only her job, but also her freedom.

She had, Richard had discovered, been stealing drugs from the hospital and supplying two known addicts in the city. In addition she had become enmeshed in a trafficking ring, and was being used as a supplier to other addicts. That evening Richard imparted these facts to Willi, and to the latter's relief, went on to inform him how he proposed to deal with the matter, and not only ensure the young woman's silence, but also put an end to her threats of blackmail. Richard's contact in the police had given him the woman's address, and Willi had been able to supply details of her hours on and off work. She would be home that evening; Richard paid her a visit.

Much later that same evening Richard paid his second call of the evening, this time his ring at the doorbell was answered by his old friend Willi, agog for news. Beer and Schnapps on the table between them, they settled down for Richard's account of his confrontation with Willi's would-be tormentor. Richard had at once faced her with details of everything he had discovered about her activities inside and outside of the hospital. He told her that the police were still collecting evidence preparatory to bringing a case against her. He told her of the evidence that he himself had gathered; that he would be prepared to offer this evidence to the prosecution in court, plus the fact that he would give evidence of her threat to blackmail Willi. Within seconds the tears began, closely followed by pleas for Richard's mercy, a performance which Richard endured in stony silence. A tale of hard luck, exploitation and fear began, only to be cut short by Richard's voice at its coldest and hardest. His silence to the police and hospital authorities about her activities, he told her, was guaranteed only in return for her promise of silence about Willi's escapade together with her assurance that she would not harass him further for money. Amid sobs she babbled her agreement, and Richard left with the icy caution, 'If you don't believe that I will expose you, then you just try me.'
Within a week she had left the hospital, and so far as could be discovered, she had left the city; she was heard of no more.
To his credit, Willi settled to his work, began to make some money, and the next time Richard came again to Hamburg, it was to be Best Man at a reformed Willi's wedding to a delightful obstetrician called Anneliese. Liesl, as she was known affectionately to everyone, soon had Willi's financial affairs in a healthy condition, so that combined with some money of her own, there was between them enough to buy and equip a small exclusive maternity clinic on the outskirts of the city which they ran with great success, catering to the Society ladies of Hamburg and, as the establishment became fashionable, ladies from further afield.

The reformation of Willi was complete except in one respect; he still enjoyed inhaling Nitrous Oxide, and when one day he came unexpectedly into a delivery room at the clinic with the intention of enjoying a quiet half hour or so on the gas, and discovered that Leisl had had the same idea, his happiness was complete, and the two had many happy sessions when work permitted playing gassing games together.

When, therefore, on the morning of his dinner date with Willi and Liesl, Richard telephoned asking for the use of a delivery room for a private purpose, and making a few additional requests about how the room should be equipped for him, neither Willi nor Liesl was in the least surprised; both knew exactly what Richard's private purpose was, and, as they made plain to him over dinner that evening, they were only too pleased to accommodate him, then and at any time he needed somewhere for his purpose. After dinner there was brandy and cigars, and then, mellow with good food, drink and easy companionship, the couple took Richard to the room they had themselves prepared for his use the next evening, for his approval. All was precisely as Richard had asked; the scene of Karl's induction into the world of submissive black rubber anaesthesia was set.

Wednesday and Thursday were two of the longest days Karl could remember; the agony of waiting was the same for him as it was to be for Tom a few years later. Matters were made worse for him by the fact that impatience for the evening had caused him to get himself and everything ready for when Richard was to call for him several hours earlier than necessary; nor was the waiting made easier by the fact that Karl, always a healthy eater, was ravenous in consequence of having followed Richard's instructions regarding food and drink.

At exactly five, Richard's taxi arrived, and the two drove through the early evening traffic to the outskirts of the city. Outwardly the clinic had the appearance of a small country house, and it was set in pleasant wooded grounds. The driver set them down outside a small side entrance. During the journey Karl was too nervous to make conversation, but Richard, after making sure the partition between them and the driver was fully closed so that he would not be overheard, asked Karl how he had enjoyed their session the previous Tuesday, and what had been the best part of it for Karl. Karl told Richard that the whole evening had been like a dream come true, but that the combination of having gas while in bondage was what had excited him most. Richard went on to enquire of Karl if he enjoyed pain, to which the young bodybuilder had to reply truthfully that he had little experience of it, that he had heard that applied properly, it could be very stimulating, and that if it would please Richard, he would like to try it. Richard, who knew what was on the evening's agenda, smiled a satisfied smile, but said no more until they were inside the clinic.

The tastefully comfortable interior of the building was that of a moderately expensive hotel rather than of a medical establishment, but the unmistakable aroma of antiseptic redolent of hospitals world-wide betrayed the true nature of the building. They made their way to the first floor and into a small room where they were to get into their rubber gear. Assisting each other, within twenty minutes both men were fully rubber clad, Richard gasmasked, but Karl merely hooded. All staff had been instructed by Willi and Liesl to keep away from that wing of the building, and Richard knew they would be safe from unwanted observers when they ventured back into the passage for the short walk to the delivery room.


Part 10

When Richard parted the double doors to allow them to pass into the delivery room, Karl, just as Tom would on a future occasion, stopped dead in his tracks and stared with wonder. He had expected nothing like this. He had assumed that Richard was bringing him to meet a rubber friend of his who also liked gas; nothing more. He stood and absorbed the scene before him. The delivery table, equipped with stainless steel stirrups was placed in the centre of the room. Above the table was a huge light, similar to, but slightly smaller than those found in operating rooms. At the head of the table stood the item that fascinated him most of all, the anaesthetic machine. At the foot of the table was a fully professional array of colonic irrigation equipment, while to one side of the table was a small trolley covered with a white cloth. Karl was rather surprised that apart from the components of the anaesthetic machine usually made from rubber, including the mask, plus some rubber strapping on the table itself and the stirrups, there was nothing else in the room, save also the tubing associated with the colonic equipment, made of rubber. Willi and Liesl were not rubber people despite their mutual enjoyment of gas, and so they were not equipped to provide for this aspect of Richard's 'private purpose'.

Allowing Karl his few magical seconds of surveying the scene before him, Richard then indicated that they should move to the table, and he helped Karl get onto it. Telling Karl to position himself comfortably on the table, with his legs in the stirrups, he began strapping Karl down, firmly securing his body to the table, with his arms pinned to his sides, and finally strapping his legs into the stirrups, upwards and apart. The table, being intended solely for obstetric and gynaecological use, supported the body only from the head to the buttocks, enabling Richard to place himself at the foot of the table right between Karl's elevated legs when he needed to. Richard, noting with satisfaction that Karl's erection was already rampant, for a few moments busied himself with unpacking Karl's dildoes and butt plugs from the bag they had brought with them, and then checked that the items he had asked to be provided were laid out on the trolley. Satisfied that all was ready, he moved to the head of the table, seated himself on the anaesthetist's stool, switched on the anaesthetic machine, and turned his attention to Karl.

Karl moved his rubber-hooded head to watch as Richard picked up the big black rubber anaesthetic mask from the machine. Two long corrugated black rubber tubes led from the mask back to the machine, hanging heavily in a gentle curve. Richard cupped the mask in one hand, while he rested his other arm on the table alongside Karl's head, using his rubber hand to cradle Karl's chin. He leaned close to Karl so that the rubber-clad muscleman would be able to hear as he spoke through his bizarre black rubber gasmask in his low persuasive voice. He could feel Karl's body trembling; he hoped that excitement accounted for this, although he reflected that a little fear and apprehension would not, in the circumstances, be misplaced. He found the anxiety that emanated from a young, inexperienced rubber guy on the threshold of a new experience, as Karl was on this occasion, very provocative, providing that the 'patient' did not allow his fear to overwhelm him. He became conscious of his own erection rising when he realised that Karl was indeed anxious. It was, Richard told himself, as it should be. Holding the mask where Karl could see it clearly, but keeping it well away from his face, he said, 'Are you ready, Karl?' The rubber head nodded, but Richard did not wait for further answer, and went on, 'you are going to have some new experiences this evening. Some of them will be painful, some of them may frighten you, and you will want to fight them. You may fight and struggle as much as you wish, but it will do you no good, there is no escape. For the moment you are not only my rubber patient, but you are my rubber prisoner, I could say, even, that you are my rubber slave, but I do not believe in slavery, even for rubber submissives like you, even though in truth, and fact, at this moment I am your rubber master. To prove that to you, I want you to try and struggle free from your bonds now, if you can.' Karl looked up at Richard in disbelief. 'Go on, I mean it, I want you to try and get yourself free.' Karl began to writhe about on the table, straining his massive muscles first one way and then another. He tried to rise, but couldn't; he tried moving first his legs and then his arms, until after several minutes, he gave up. 'Now you understand that there really is no escape from the rubber situation in which you now find yourself. That is, there is no physical escape that you can effect for yourself, as you have just discovered. I will free you in an instant if you tell me that you regret the situation in which you are now placed, and that you have decided you wish to proceed no further. If, on the other hand you would like to continue, and you can find it in yourself to acknowledge me as your rubber master, then we can continue. Which is it to be, Karl? Think carefully before you give me your answer. If you tell me that you don't wish to go on with this, then that will be for ever, there will be no second chance for you. If you say to me that you do wish to go on, then equally that also is for ever.

Once I become your acknowledged rubber master there will be no turning back; it will be so for always, your life will change completely and nothing will be for you as it was before ever again. Think with care, and tell me truthfully which way you choose to go.'

There was silence; the impact of the dropping of a pin in that room at that moment would have been seismic. Karl struggled with himself inwardly; it was not that he doubted what his answer would be, he could find only one word with which to convey it. He looked straight into the hypnotic eyes within the monstrous looking gasmask and breathed, 'Master!' With lightning speed Richard had the big black rubber anaesthetic mask onto Karl's face and was holding it with ferocious strength before the big bodybuilder knew what was happening. 'I cannot hear you', Richard said softly into Karl's ear. 'I am yours, master!' Karl shouted frantically into the mask, as he began to feel the effects of the gas. It was only Entanox, and Richard knew he had a few moments to toy with Karl before he became muddled with the gas, and over and over he demanded of Karl that he repeat his reply until the big rubber guy's voice betrayed that the gas was winning. The combined hypnotic effect of Richard' voice and the gas sent Karl spinning into the black rubber void he was now beginning to recognise as a haven of erotic bliss.

Using a Clausen's harness he had earlier placed on the table at the spot where Karl's head would rest, Richard now strapped the mask to Karl one place below maximum tightness. He allowed the lad to breathe Entanox for a few minutes before lightening the gas and putting Karl onto pure oxygen. He waited a few seconds until Karl was fully out of the effects of the gas and said softly, 'Karl.' The reply was instant. 'Yes, master.' Richard had no intention of being addressed for ever more by Karl as 'Master', and said, 'Yes, Karl, I am your master, but you will continue to call me 'Doctor', is that understood?' 'Yes, Doctor.' 'Good, now we have established that you have no wish to escape, and that there is no way you can escape. You now have to understand that no matter what happens to you tonight, you must on no account panic. I am in control of everything, and you are quite safe. No harm will come to you so long as you remember that you must never ever panic.' Karl nodded. The big black rubber anaesthetic mask strapped tightly to his face felt wonderful. Once more he stirred within his bonds to savour the delight of rubber restriction, telling himself, as he felt the restraint of his bonds, that it was this that he had been born for. The pure oxygen he breathed through the mask made him feel even stronger than he normally did, and he waited in excited anticipation for what was to follow.

Richard, meanwhile, had moved to the foot of the table. He took a pot of lubricant from the trolley and began gently opening Karl's arse with well-lubricated rubber fingers. Karl moaned softly with erotic pleasure, and his anal muscles began to respond to Richard's skilful manipulation. Richard knew from the array of dildoes in Karl's collection, that the young rubber guy was no stranger to anal penetration; several of the dildoes being of prodigious dimensions. Satisfied eventually that Karl was open and muscularly receptive, Richard ceased his digital exploration and greased a long slender dildoe, distinctive because of its anatomically impossibly large head. He deduced from the well-used appearance of the dildoe, that this was a favourite toy of Karl's, and before he proceeded with further anaesthesia, he had to determine just how much anal stimulation Karl could take without injury. He held the big cockhead firmly against Karl's anus, exerting just enough pressure to encourage Karl to open up in voluntary muscular acceptance. Within seconds, to Richard's amazement and satisfaction, Karl's anal muscles had virtually swallowed up the cockhead. He watched fascinated as the anal sphincter settled itself around the shaft behind the now invisible cockhead, and he could feel Karl willing him to drive it further into him. He paused for a second to rotate the dildoe slightly from side to side within Karl, before beginning, with gentle but relentless pressure to drive the big head further into Karl's rectum. His efforts were rewarded by contented sighs and moans from beneath the big mask. Karl's pleasure was further betrayed by the visible throbbing of his massively erect dick. Richard had thrust the dildoe into Karl to the point where about eight inches of the shaft were inside him before he stopped and began to withdraw. He made repeated strokes to the same depth without an adverse reaction from Karl, who was making encouraging noises inside his mask. Richard began deeper thrusts until eventually, when just over ten inches were into him, Karl stiffened in resistance, and Richard knew, as does the mariner taking soundings, that he had touched bottom. He probed a little deeper, but Karl stiffened each time, and eventually gave a little cry indicating to Richard that the limit had finally been reached. Carefully he withdrew the shaft until only the head remained in Karl. He paused to allow Karl's muscles to relax, then tugging outwardly just enough to exert a little downward pressure, he encouraged Karl to expel the head of his own accord.

The only part of Karl's anatomy remaining mobile within the extensive rubber bondage binding him to the table and stirrups was his head. He could watch everything Richard was doing despite the fact that his vision was slightly obstructed by the inflated black rubber cuff on the rim of the large anaesthetic mask tightly strapped to his face. He had watched enthralled when he saw Richard pick up his favourite dildoe, and as it had been inserted and the probing within him began gently, and then penetrated deeper, he had hoped for a really vigorous fucking. The huge cockhead had felt great as it plunged deeper into him, then, when his limit had been reached, and he felt his body stiffen involuntarily to resist further penetration, he had felt a sense of disappointment as Richard had begun the withdrawal. He remembered just in time to remain silent. He must, he knew, never forget that his new rubber master was the one who ordered his rubber pleasure from now on, and he concentrated all his physical and mental effort upon anticipating and responding to Richard's requirements of him. He felt the unremitting outward pressure of the cockhead, and quickly worked out that Richard wanted him to let it go, which, with some reluctance, he did. The pure oxygen he was getting from the anaesthetic machine had given him a tremendous lift, and he had never felt fitter, more alive, nor more sexually stimulated that he did at that moment. He saw Richard pick up a large nozzle connected to the enema equipment, and after it had been well-lubricated, he had felt it slide effortlessly into his ass, and he watched excitedly as Richard squeezed a rubber bulb attached to the shaft of the nozzle. Within seconds he had felt the nozzle begin to inflate within him, and soon he was aware of the warm liquid flowing into him. Using some of the rubber strapping, Richard fashioned a makeshift but effective harness around Karl's loins to prevent Karl expelling the inflated nozzle at a later stage.

Karl saw Richard lean over to the anaesthetic machine for just a second, and he knew more gas was coming. He breathed deeply and slowly as Richard had instructed. He wanted to pull as much of the intoxicating gas into him as he could, but he was, he now realised, learning to react to this, as to everything that would happen in this rubber experience, in the manner that he hoped would please Richard. As the gas took effect, he closed his eyes, no longer curious about what Richard was doing, and he allowed himself to drift into the black rubber twilight world he had now become familiar with, and where what remained of his consciousness was dominated by a succession of erotic rubber fantasies, each more outrageous and extreme than before. He was unaware when Richard once again moved to the machine, this time to lighten the gas so that Karl would be more aware than usual, when on gas, of what was happening to his body, but yet would remain sufficiently affected by the gas to feel pleasantly sedated. Karl could feel the inflated Bardex nozzle inside him, and he was aware that his gut was getting fuller by the second. He lay there dreaming his rubber dreams for what seemed like an eternity, until the increasing volume within him began to drive all else from his mind. He felt as if he were about to burst, but the flow continued, stopping only when mentally he had abandoned all hope of it ever stopping, and in his semi-gassed state, he had resigned himself to whatever might now happen. He could feel a pulse in his anal sphincter beating furiously against the solid inflated nozzle, his mask felt both tight and heavy. He was still sufficiently conscious to maintain a rigid erection, which throbbed to the same beat as his anal pulse. He gloried in his discomfort, this act of rubber submission was what he had craved for as long as he could remember.

The pressure inside him subsided as the water began its outward flow. Twice more he would be filled, each time a little fuller than the last. When the third enema was inside him he felt that the pressure was greater than ever, and this time his gut was not drained to relieve it; his entire abdominal region seemed to him to be filled beyond capacity. He lay waiting for the pressure to ease, and became aware that the effects of the gas were diminishing. As he returned to full consciousness he began to feel fully the effect of the massive amount of warm fluid he was being forced to retain within his body. He felt Richard's hand gently palpate his distended abdomen, and although the touch was light, to Karl, now in a highly sensitised condition, it felt as if he were being pummelled. Richard's voice came in his ear, 'I have a little treat for you now, Karl. You are about to have a new experience, remember what I told you about panic. Just breathe normally now, and relax and enjoy what comes. If you can do that, I promise you it will be fantastic for you, but if you fight it, you will hate it. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Doctor' 'Good. Right, off we go.' Karl felt the gas take effect once more, and for a few seconds the pressure within him seemed to ease. There was in fact no reduction, the analgesic effect of the Entanox merely made him feel less aware of his bloated lower bowel.

He spun down into the black rubber twilight world the gas had made him familiar with. By now growing accustomed to the effects of breathing Entanox, he knew that it would take him no further into true anaesthesia no matter how much he breathed it; he would just stay pleasantly intoxicated, and able to fantasise to his heart's content. As Richard had instructed, he relaxed and gave himself up to full enjoyment of his situation, while wondering mildly to himself just what the treat was that Richard had promised.

It was when he felt Richard's hand on his mask that Karl realised that he was feeling differently. The mask had already begun to feel very tight and heavy, now Richard exerted quite severe pressure. He was in fact weaning Karl gradually from Entanox onto Nitrous Oxide. He counted Karl's breaths, and on every fifth inhalation he gave Karl a burst of Nitrous. He wanted Karl to experience a long slow induction into full general anaesthesia, and as he now began to demonstrate, he was a master at prolonging the onset of unconsciousness, keeping his 'patient' hovering on the brink, just sufficiently aware of what was happening, to give a devotee such as Karl a really thrilling slow descent into black rubber oblivion. By careful regulation of the flow of Nitrous, and continual pressure and manipulation of the mask, he was able to keep Karl in a state of awareness as very slowly the anaesthetic began to overwhelm him. By degrees he increased the dose of Nitrous, so that after five minutes the gas came to Karl every fourth breath, and so on until finally he was breathing true anaesthetic with every breath, no longer able to resist the beguiling lure of the gas into the dark abyss of black rubber anaesthesia toward which he spun downwards relentlessly.

Karl slept.

As soon as Karl lost consciousness, Richard lightened the anaesthetic and set the flow meter to maintain Karl's condition at a point where he was just barely 'under'. He checked Karl's pulse, which was normal for the circumstances, then checked that the enema nozzle remained in place and that there was no leakage due to Karl's reflexes being affected by the anaesthetic.

Satisfied that all was well with Karl, Richard drew the trolley to the foot of the table, swept off the covering cloth and inspected the array of items laid out neatly. There were some two dozen haemostats, a kidney dish containing two Foley catheters, one of medium gauge, the other of large gauge, bathed in a sterilising fluid, together with a syringe for inflating the catheter balloons. The equipment Richard had asked for was completed by a pair of large surgical clamps, each fitted with a pair of soft rubber pads.

After casting a quick look at Karl, Richard pinched up the skin of Karl's scrotum, taking care that he had only skin between his rubber fingers, and began clamping the haemostats from one side to the other until he had made a complete fan of haemostats right around the ball sac. Of the three possible locking positions available on each haemostat, Richard chose the least severe, and when he had completed clamping the scrotum, he lifted Karl's now flaccid dick, and working up from the root, pinched out the skin along the underside and attached the remaining haemostats along the whole length, saving the last one for the frenum, which he knew would cause Karl the most exquisite pain of all.

Not once during this procedure did Karl flinch, so Richard knew he had judged the level of anaesthesia correctly. He picked up the two large clamps and resumed his seat on the stool by Karl's head. Richard sat for a few minutes just watching Karl's massive chest rise and fall regularly; once more he found himself fascinated by the sheer size of the thorax. Almost without thinking Richard found his attention had wandered to the big black rubber bladder on the anaesthetic machine. Each time Karl exhaled, the bag filled to capacity, the natural creases along its length smoothed out to invisibility by the pressure within. With each breath Karl exhaled the big black rubber bag hovered quivering, fully extended for just a second before it began to deflate as he inhaled again, emptying the bladder until it crumpled into itself, hanging momentarily empty and lifeless before the cycle began yet again with Karl's next breath. He allowed his gaze to travel along the two corrugated black rubber hoses from the machine to the black rubber mask firmly strapped on the rubber face of the sleeping Karl. He reached out and lightly ran his rubber-gloved hands over the black rubber head of the slumbering weight-lifter.

It was at this moment that the resolve crystallised within Richard to invite Karl to join his household, provided that the lad came through the remainder of the evening without falling short of Richard's high standard. His decision made at last, Richard reached forward over Karl's chest and attached the two clamps to his nipples, once again leaving them at the least severe of the three possible settings. He then tightened the mask to its tightest and, turning to the machine, cut the gas and put Karl onto pure oxygen to hasten Karl's recovery and reduce the likelihood of headache and nausea, and waited with excited anticipation for reaction from Karl as he emerged from his first encounter with full erotic black rubber anaesthesia.

Richard had been aware from the outset, that this almost impromptu scene with Karl had been planned, and was being executed, under far from what he would normally have regarded as ideal conditions. For the moment, however, he remained unaware that his improvised plans had been flawed, the devastating consequences of which were soon to become apparent.