By: Waderboy
Chapter Six
Steaming hot piss sprang forth from the massive weapons before Joe’s face. The first rush hitting Joe’s chin. He knew instinctively that it was up to him to make sure that the aim of his Masters’ piss was on target. Joe opened his mouth wider and moved his head so as to get the liquid gold directly in.
‘Hold on there greedy!’ Frank commanded,
‘This isn’t for drinking, it’s for cooling you down, you’re wet enough on the inside of the suit and the inside of your mouth’ he added with a chuckle.
Joe watched the piss hit his body, spraying him up and down. What a waste he thought as he licked his lips. The urine ran down the outside of the rubber suit in diamond glinting rivulets gathering around his knees and feet. A warm feeling was spreading across him and the suit was acquiring a temporary sheen. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped Joe’s mouth as he felt the hot piss splashing about his body and catching him under the chin. He looked down at his own body and liked the look, feeling and warmth that the piss gave him.
He squeezed his hard-on. Joe soon realised that these two men had bladders like Olympic swimming pools. The piss waterfall continued for what seemed an eternity.
‘Water, water everywhere and nor a drop to drink’ Tom quoted
‘We aint ancient mariners and you’ve had plenty to drink’ Frank laughed, ‘But not much to eat’
As the last droplets dripped from Tom’s cock he moved closer towards Joe, his cock twitching in his hand. Joe’s tongue shot out of his mouth to catch any drops that might remain. Without Joe getting used to the idea Tom trust his cock past the waiting tongue into Joe’s mouth. The blood engorged knob rested just inside its warm, moist home. Joe looked up at the rubber-covered body as Tom started to speak.
‘You seem to be very talented with that mouth of yours, let’s see what you can do with my cock. Just one word of warning, NO TEETH! If I feel any sharp pointy things in my shaft you are gonna be so sorry! Now get to work boy!’
Joe couldn’t wait. He withdrew the cock-head form his mouth just to take a quick look at it at such close quarters. Its knob had a purplish colour to it and a smooth shiny surface. The shaft was nice and straight with a slight veiny texture. Joe raised his right hand and encircled it around the base of the cock under the tightly compact balls. He could feel the blood pulsing into Tom’s cock as it twitched and bucked in his hand.
‘It aint a fucken Renoir and this aint the fucken Tate Gallery. SUCK IT!’ Tom hissed.
Joe darted his tongue out to explore the impressive cock with. Taking large licks Joe worked his way down the shaft to the base. He slipped one of the soft balls into his mouth and rolled it around.
This elected a soft, almost inaudible grunt from Tom. With his rubber covered hand Joe caressed the length. He marvelled at the hardness. Joe looked up again at Tom’s body and face. Tom had his eyes tightly closed and his lips were slightly apart.
Joe’s gloved hand found its way to the ever-throbbing tip of Tom’s cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Something made the rubber of the glove slippery. A string of precum spun from the forefinger and thumb of the rubber glove to the tip of Tom’s cock. Tantalisingly Joe lubricated around the knob. Tom’s moans and groans were becoming louder and more regular. Joe had licked back to the underside of the knob and softly pushed and waggled the tip of his tongue into the weeping piss slit.
The taste was indescribable. It also was driving Tom wild. Joe continued his onslaught of the piss slit with his tongue. Also opening his mouth wider to get the pulsing knob into his mouth.
‘Oh fuck yeah!’ Tom groaned, ‘That’s a good boy, get it good and wet.’
Joe took the cock into his mouth as far as he could. He felt the smooth knob touch the back of his throat. The saliva in Joe’s mouth quickly made the shaft of Tom’s cock slick. Which in turn made it easier for Joe to suck. Without warning Tom grabbed the back of Joe’s head and forced the entire length into Joe’s mouth.
Joe retched and could feel food travelling up from his stomach. With impeccable timing Tom withdrew some of his cock. To his relief Joe didn’t vomit.
‘Open your throat boy and relax’ Frank said, ‘You have ol’ Tom here so fucken turned on he aint gonna last too long. Besides you have to get used to having your face fucked.’
Joe readied himself. With one thrust the cock travelled down Joe’s throat and stopped. Joe’s eyes watered and he had to breathe rapidly through his nose. It stayed there for what seemed like days.
Throbbing. Tom grabbed Joe by the ears. Once he had a good purchase on them he began to pump his hips back and forth. His head thrown back and growling loudly Tom fucked the warm mouth. Just when Joe thought he could take no more Tom pulled his rigid cock out of his mouth.
Grabbing his balls with one rubber-clad hand and his cock with the other Tom gave the glistening wet cock a few rough strokes. As if in slow motion the first spurt of cum flew from the piss slit and landed with a forceful splatter up Joe’s nose and across his lips. On this cue Joe opened his mouth to catch the next.
Bullseye!
The next five hit the open target. As the ferocity subsided cum splashed and dripped from Joe’s chin landing in white streaks down his rubber suited chest. Tom stood holding his spent cock in his hand as the final drop of cum hung to the tip.
‘Fuck! I needed that!’ Tom panted.
Frank moved in beside Tom and gave his friend a
“well done” slap on the back.
‘I think that’s enough for his first night’ Frank remarked.
Carrying in his hand Frank had a metal hoop with a screw key device on it. He started to place it over
Joe’s head.
‘Don’t look so worried Joe, it helps us get you outta that rubber suit, It’s not some kind of torture implement, nobody expects the Spanish Inquision.’ Frank chuckled.
The neck of the rubber suit was stretched over the lip of the metal hoop and the screw key was turned expanding the neck seal. Joe got a strong whiff of what was held within the suit; his sweat and piss mixed with a pungent rubber smell.
When the entrance to the suit was big enough Frank instructed Joe to sit on the edge of the bath and to pull his arms out of the glove ended sleeves.
Once these were out he could then hold the ends of the rubber feet and pull out of the suit. Why hadn’t he found the neck stretcher earlier and gotten himself out of the suit and not got caught in the first place. But then think of what he would have missed.
Joe was cold after the confines of the rubber and started to shiver. Frank noticed and suggested that he should take a hot shower to wash and warm. As soon as he was finished and was dry he suddenly felt tired and made no effort to stifle a yawn.
‘Awww bless, our little soldier is tired’ mocked Tom
‘Good!’ Frank retorted, ‘Might as well get him used to the “sleeping” bag.’
Tom laughed. Joe looked around the room and became momentarily self-conscious. He was the only one naked. And what was so funny about a sleeping bag he thought.
‘I’ll go and get it’ said Tom as he left the bathroom.
Frank slapped Alan across the back of his head in a playful way.
‘Get up and make sure our new boy here is nice and dry. In fact powder him up like a new-born-baby.’
Alan got to his feet and picked up the towel that Joe had used to dry himself after the shower. The rubber-covered ex-bully began to pat dry any area of Joe’s body he could find that was in anyway wet or damp. Then he sprinkled Joe with a liberal amount of talcum powder. After he had finished he immediately sat back down on the floor and barked his thanks to Frank for allowing him to carry out this task.
Tom re-entered the room with a bundle of rubber under his arm. He bent down and unrolled it along the bathroom floor. It was a rubber bag with a zip along the back and an attached hood. Joe looked at it and his cock began to rise a little.
‘Well it’s time for bed I think.’ Frank yawned. He moved towards Alan and attached a chain to the collar around his neck then padlocked it to the base of the sink waste pipe. As he was doing so Tom had unzipped the rubber bag on the floor.
‘Right Joe in you get’
Joe did as he was bid and sat on the floor. He pulled the cool rubber over his feet and pulled the tight form-fitting bag up his calves to his knees.
The bag had inside sleeves to it and it didn’t take Einstein to work out that he had to put his arms inside them. Tom moved behind Joe and zipped up part of the bag. He then pulled with a little effort the attached hood over Joe’s head.
The hood had a round hole for the mouth and holes for the nostrils. There were no holes for the eyes. The zipping up was then completed sealing Joe into the rubber bag. Tom pushed Joe gently down on his back so he was lying down. Joe felt, through the rubber, a pair of hands running up and down his body.
The sensitivity of the sensation sent electric shock waves through his body. Joe hadn’t noticed that there was a hole in the front of the bag at crotch position. He soon became aware of this as a rubber-gloved hand pulled his cock and balls roughly through the cock-ring sized hole.
His hard-on was instant. A tube gag was pushed into Joe’s mouth. The same tube gag that was in his mouth earlier Joe realised as it was being strapped and buckled at the back of his head. There was no funnel in it as Joe was able to draw breath easily. Joe felt a hand squeezed his cock.
‘Horny little fucker aren’t you’ came Tom’s voice,
‘Well I’m sure we can do something about that for you’
‘Not right now, eh Tom?’ Frank’s voice replied, ‘But I’m sure his cock in that state is gonna be easier to fit him with his “drinking” tube for the night.’
What were they going to do to him next Joe wondered…
Chapter Seven
Rubber made sleek contact with Joe’s cock. He could hear some movement around him. Nothing discernible, only scuffling. The grip of the rubber clad hand became tighter, almost painful around his cock.
Something slightly abrasive rubbed at Joe’s piss slit making him buck a little at the sensation.
‘Relax’ Frank commanded, ‘It’s an antiseptic swab, I’m just cleaning you up a bit, I don’t want you to get any infections in there’
What the hell was he on about, infections? Where? Puzzled Joe.
Frank continued to administer the swab. Next he cut open a packet containing a sterilised syringe.
While he filled the syringe with lubricant Tom made sure that Joe’s cock didn’t lose any of its hardness by rubbing and caressing it with his rubber-clad hand.
‘You will feel a slightly unusual feeling now as if fill you urethra up with a cool lubricant, trust me
I know what I’m doing’ Frank reassured.
Joe could feel something enter the tip of his cock. It felt sharp and a little uncomfortable.
A small amount of pressure built up as the lubricant was forced into the end of his cock. Joe liked the feeling it gave and his cock bucked and twitched in response. He could feel the tip of a couple of rubber fingers rubbing on the underside of his blood-engorged cock working the lubricant further down inside his shaft.
‘You’re gonna enjoy the next bit coz I can guarantee that you have never experienced the feeling of a catheter sliding down inside your cock’ Frank said.
Joe didn’t know what a catheter was and he didn’t like the sound of it either. He began to struggle violently within the confines for the rubber bag. He tried to move his hands to protect his cock from what was going to happen. It was no use, there was no way that he could move anything, let alone his hands.
‘Now, now, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep that up’ Tom snarled.
Joe continued to buck about upon the floor. Slowly his movement subsided. The only thing he had achieved by his actions was to break out in torrents of sweat that made the sleek rubber bag stick to his skin.
‘We will have to make sure you can’t do that again for a while’ Frank grumbled.
With that Joe could feel pressure on his chest and legs as both Tom and Frank sat astride Joe. Joe felt a rubber-covered hand re-gripping his still hard cock. Joe braced himself for what was about to happen.
Frank snipped off the end of the packet, sterilised catheter within. He prepared another small syringe by filling it with some water. Frank then peeled back the top of the packet and placed a sterilised tapered bung into the open end of the catheter. His next action was to remove the catheter from its packet using more of the sterilised swabs to hold it by.
‘Right Joe, any more thrashing about will do you no end of damage, so my advice would be to keep still and enjoy the inevitable. Frank murmured.
Tom steadied Joe’s cock as Frank drew the end of the catheter towards the glistening piss slit. The first contact made Joe draw in a sharp breath. It also made Joe’s hard cock jump. Frank used the very tip of the catheter to play with Joe’s cock by slipping it in and out. Then the catheter was pushed carefully into Joe’s urethra. The feeling began to drive Joe wild, which in turn made him squirm a little.
‘See I told you that you would enjoy it’ Frank placated.
Joe was in ecstasy as the feeling continued to drive within his cock.
‘You are doing really well. This catheter is about fourteen inches long and you have taken about half that length already’ Frank encouraged.
With steady pressure Frank inserted the catheter into Joe’s cock. Joe could feel the tip of the catheter hit something within the base of his cock that made his body jerk with shock. Tom manipulated the rigid cock against Joe’s body and the catheter continued to slide into the depths of the boy’s body.
Just when Joe thought the pressure would be unbearable a wave of relief washed over him as the flexible tube was finally all the way in and the tip of the catheter was in Joe’s bladder.
As fast as he could Frank inserted the pre-prepared small syringe into the secondary opening of the top of the catheter. By depressing the syringe it filled the bardex bulb at the tip within Joe’s bladder inflating it with water to hold the tube in place thus making sure that his body didn’t reject the catheter.
All Joe could feel was a familiar sensation. The overwhelming urge to piss. He tried to grip that something within himself that normally stopped the sensation and ultimately stopped him pissing but found he had no control over either.
‘There you go mate’, Frank finally said, ‘It’s in and like I told you judging by the state and hardness of your cock you enjoyed it. Am I right?’
Joe tried to answer “yes” but the tube in his mouth stopped him from saying anything that didn’t turn out as a muffled grunt or groan which is what he did. To try and confirm it as a “yes” he also nodded his head making the rubber hood of the body bag slip a little upon his sweaty face.
‘Well just a few more things and it’s time for sleep… if you get any that is’ Frank added with a chuckle.
Joe felt the pressure on his body disappear as the two men got off him. New pressure replaced this in the form of straps. The first to be administered were straps around his ankles, calves, knees and thighs.
These where then in turn fixed to the floor of the bathroom. Two more straps were fitted around his shoulders and chest, again fixed to the floor. Joe could only move his head from side to side. Other straps were placed around his forehead and abdomen but were not pulled tight for some reason.
‘We have a few more things to set up before we leave you for the night. Tom and me will only be sleeping in the next room and Alan here will be watching over you so if anything untoward were to happen he can call us. So you won’t be alone, although it will feel like it’ Frank’s voice had a humorous edge to it.
Joe could hear movement going on around him again as the two rubber-clad men arranged things in the room. He could hear muffled voices too but couldn’t quite make out what was being said. The sounds made Joe feel safe and secure in the confines of the rubber bag. The darkness and the smell of the rubber cocoon lulled Joe and he started to drift off to sleep. His breathing deepened.
Joe liked the tightness of the rubber emphasised by the strapping. He liked the touch of the rubber against his sweat-streaked skin. But most of all he loved the helplessness of the situation. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, the responsibility of his actions had been taken away from him.
This both shocked and thrilled him. He had come to a conclusion. A conclusion that in the short space of time since his being discovered earlier that evening that the word “no” had been removed from his vocabulary. “Yes, yes, yes” and “more, more, more” had replaced it.
‘Right we’re just about ready’ The voice snapped Joe out of his dream state. Ready? Good, whatever they were going to do was fine by him.
Frank’s voice continued.
‘Like I said we had a few things to set up and we are ready now. I’m gonna explain what will happen here while Tom and me sleep. As you are already aware the rubber bag you are in has been fixed to the floor and there is no way of escape, unless we decide otherwise. Plus I have catheterised you so I also control the way and when you get to take a piss.’
Joe could feel a rubber-covered hand rubbing the base of his still stiff cock. It must have been Tom because Frank’s voice was too far away. The rubbing made the urge for him to piss intensify.
‘Now comes the interesting part’ Frank continued, ‘There is a set-up of Tom’s invention hanging above you ready to be plugged in’
Joe’s body tensed. PLUGGED? Frank noticed Joe’s body jerk. He continued.
‘Calm down in there. Plugged neither means electricity or up your chuff, we will come to those at a later date.’ Frank laughed, ‘Back to the matter in hand. There is a container suspended above you. This first container has water in it. Not too much but enough to do what we want.
There is a tube that comes out of the bottom that runs into a pressure release valve. Once the valve fills to a certain level a controlled amount of water is released and that travels down another tube to a bung. That bung will be, naturally enough, placed in the tube gag in your mouth. All that means is you will get a drink of water of about a pint every fifteen minutes or so.’
Water torture. Did these guys work for the Spanish Inquisition Joe puzzled?
‘Eventually that container will be empty but in our experience you will have had enough to drink to continue for quite a while. That’s where the second container comes in. This second container is also suspended above you. It has one tube that comes out of it about three inches from the bottom. This tube also goes to the bung that will be in your mouth.
A second tube goes from the catheter in your cock to the top of the container. So the pressure of your bladder will slowly force your piss to fill it and when it gets to the first tube, well I don’t think I need to explain what happens next. After a while it should become self-perpetuating and should form a cycle. Bladder, catheter, container, mouth and back to your bladder.
Clever eh?
TOO FUCKEN RIGHT!! Thought Joe
The bung was pushed into the tube gag in Joe’s mouth. Joe flicked his tongue around the two rubber tubes that hung from the end. Breathing was a little more difficult but was ok through his nose. Joe could feel his cock being manipulated and the catheter moved and twisted within his urethra sending pleasure to his brain.
‘Before I put in the catheter tube I’m gonna give you a little kick-start. I have a syringe here with about half of a pint of sterile water in it. I’m gonna put it into your bladder’ Frank explained.
Anything you say, do what you like, I don’t care! Joe’s mind raced.
Frank had removed the small bung at the end of the catheter while Tom nipped it to stop any present liquid escaping. Frank inserted the end of the syringe into the catheter and injected the water into Joe’s bladder.
The feeling of the water entering Joe’s body was indescribable and the pressure build up was more than a little painful but not unbearable. This pressure didn’t last too long as the waiting rubber tube replaced the syringe. As Tom released his grip on the catheter a body satisfying sensation flooded over Joe and his piss and water filled bladder forced its way up to the empty container.
Joe’s complete involvement in what was happening was so strong he was only slightly aware that the two guys had left the room and he and Alan were now alone. Alan handcuffed to the wash basin and he in his rubber bag with a night of pleasure to come
Chapter Eight
Joe had lost count of how many times his mouth had been filled with liquid. He could only think of it as liquid because he had lost all track of time and didn’t know when the water container had stopped and the piss container had started to kick in. All he did know was every time he got that pissing feeling he got an immediate erection.
That pissing feeling was almost a constant sensation so as a result he now had an unflagging hard-on. He was sure that all it would take was a few swift strokes and he would cum gallons. But he couldn’t do it himself and was sure he would not be allowed that pleasure. He could dream though.
Just as he started to let that thought go he felt the cool touch of a rubber glove squeeze his balls. His cock bucked wildly at the feeling and he felt more piss leave his bladder on its journey to the top recycling tank.
‘Well we have been a busy boy here haven’t we’. It was Tom’s voice.
He felt the patch that covered his eyes being removed. As his eyes adjusted to the strong light that filled the bathroom he could see Frank kneeling to one side of him. A quick scan could see that he was dressed in a different rubber outfit.
Joe’s eyes alighted first on the magnificent cock that hung only a gnat’s breath away from his mouth. But this time it was different. It was held within a thin black rubber sheath that glistened in the bright light. The sheath was moulded and included an ample space for Frank’s smooth balls.
Joe’s gaze continued to drink in the sight. The sheath was attached to the suit. Going down it covered Frank’s powerful legs, showing off the well-defined muscle tone underneath. The suit must have been made from a much thinner gauge of rubber to be able to show so much detail.
Joe wanted to let his tongue cover every crease and crevice that was on show. To make this Adonis shine. Joe continued his thoughts and aural travel.
Frank had his feet in dirty mud and God knows what else covered rubber wellingtons. They would need some serious tongue work. Joe’s cock lurched. As Frank stood up Joe could see that the top half of the black suit was sleeveless. It wasn’t just cut off at the sleeves but cut in slightly making Frank’s chest look more impressive.
It stretched across his pectorals making his nipples stand through the rubber proud and erect.
When Frank turned away Joe’s heart missed several beats because of what was on show. The suit had no arse. It was cut away to the contours of the perfect marble like shape. Like the chaps that Joe remembers the guy in Village People wearing.
Frank’s legs parted and Joe could see straight up these legs to the apex and the tiny hole that was Frank’s sphincter. To finish the outfit Frank was wearing short, black rubber gloves, so tight it looked like he had dipped his hands in a can of black paint and let it dry.
‘What time are the first guest arriving?’ asked Frank
‘We have plenty of time before they get here. Time for some fun with our new boy. Get him used to the seating arrangements’ Tom said with a slightly evil laugh
‘Then we need to get him outta that set up and get him cleaned up and out’ Frank added
Joe was soon unhooked from the self-pissing apparatus and the bung was replaced into the end of the catheter. Her was then rolled to one side still trapped inside the sweaty rubber bag. Tom pulled the framework that had held him the previous day into view. Joe caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. It was identical to Frank.
A wooden board was placed onto the frame to form a table. The wooden board had a six-inch hole in the centre. The two men hoisted Joe onto the tabletop and positioned him face down so his cock was hanging through the hole. The zip on the back of the rubber bag was undone to expose Joe’s arse.
‘Oh God!’ exclaimed Tom, ‘Bad smell and VERY sweaty’
Joe felt two fingers slip around his arse cheeks and pull them apart.
‘Get over here boy’ Frank barked at Alan, ‘Get this clean!’
Alan quickly got to his feet and raced to the position that Frank pointed to.
‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Alan shouted. Alan started to rub a small towel over Joe’s bum.
WHACK!
‘Not like that you wanker!’ Frank smacked Alan around the head, ‘You know exactly what I mean by
“Get it clean”, now do it!’
‘Sir, yes Sir’ was Alan’s much quieter reply. Alan looked at the arse in front of him and hated what he had to do next. Joe had no idea of what was going on back there but he had a good idea of what Alan was supposed to do. And sure enough Joe could feel the warmth of Alan’s tongue begin to lick the top of his arse crack. Joe felt the rough tongue work its way over first one cheek and then the other. It then made its way down from the top of his crack.
With a little help from a pair of rubber-covered hands his arse cheeks were pulled apart so Alan had better access to his arse-hole. Joe had involuntarily started to push his arse into Alan’s face. When the tip of Alan’s tongue finally hit its mark Joe let out a loud gasp. This gasp soon turned into a groan of pleasure as the tongue slowly pushed its way into the soft rose. Joe’s hips rolled about. God how he wanted to grip his desperately hard cock and give it a good pulling.
The tongue continued its onslaught. Joe had to smile to himself a little; the old school bully had to its face shoved up his chuff… YES!
‘Our boy likes his arse-hole played with, well let’s see if we can make if feel a whole lot better’ Tom sniggered
‘That’s enough cleaning for a while, there are two more here for you to do and there will be a lot more later’ Frank said dryly
Alan moved away from Joe’s arse. Joe tried to keep Alan’s face planted there. He was roughly pushed down again and a crashing blow was delivered to his exposed arse. The sound was louder than the pain but it still shocked Joe into not moving.
‘Remember this red bag?’ Tom asked as he stood in front of Joe. Tom was holding the red rubber bag that had been used to make him drink piss earlier.
But now it had a clear plastic tube of about five feet long that ended in an odd looking bulb. The bulb had another tube coming out of it with a small pump with a valve on it to release any air that was pumped into it.
Tom moved away from Joe’s line of vision and felt the frame and table move as he climbed up to hang the bag from a hook attachment. When he moved back in front of Joe, Tom was carrying a large glass jug with water in it.
Tom made a big theatrical display of adding something from a small bottle to the water. It turned blue. Meanwhile Frank was getting things ready at his end. Without warning Joe felt a rubber-gloved finger covered in lubricant push violently into his sphincter. His arse-hole clamped tight around the intrusion.
A slap loosened him up again and to help further Frank’s other hand prised Joe’s arse apart, his forefinger and thumb pulling the target open. Joe had no choice but to allow the finger to probe his arse. The finger slipped in and out of his hole with deliberate movement. It pushed against the underside of his prostate.
Joe moaned. The finger withdrew and Joe could feel something else enter his chuff. He soon worked out that it was the bulb part of the bag device. As it was inflated inside his arse Joe had a sudden realisation of what was about to take place. He didn’t know what he felt about it but he did know he wanted it to happen.
‘Well my pretty let’s clean you out!’ Tom chuckled
Tom returned behind Joe and re-climbed the frame. Joe could hear the water being poured into the red rubber bag with a satisfying glug.
‘Don’t fight it Joe’ Frank told him, ‘All I’m gonna do is let this water into you and keep it there for a short while so it can work its cleaning magic’
Frank turned a small tap on the tube.
‘Tell me when you feel a slight discomfort, I don’t want to rupture anything’
The water trickled into Joe’s bowels. It wasn’t as much of a shock as he expected. Firstly it was warm and he also found it relaxing… for a while. The pressure began to build.
‘Please Sir no more’ Joe whimpered
‘It’s OK, I want you completely clean, so relax and it will go into your upper bowel too’
Joe tried to relax some more and as Frank had said with a sudden release the pressure dropped and the water moved up into the upper bowel. Joe liked the complete feeling it gave him. His insides started to gurgle and the pressure increased.
‘Please Sir, stop, no more, please Sir’ Joe pleaded
‘OK, you have done well for the first time’ Frank turned off the tap, ‘now you need to hold it inside for a while and then we will allow you to let it out’
Tom stood smiling in front of Joe. He was holding a large metal funnel with a pipe coming out of its
base. He moved next to Frank.
Joe’s bowels had begun to go into cramps and he needed to shit really bad. The inflated bulb made sure he couldn’t do so though.
‘Please Sir it’s really painful’ Joe panted
‘Right’ said Frank, ‘hold it in and I’ll remove the bulb, don’t let go until I say so’
‘Yes Sir’ Joe replied, his breath coming in short pants.
Joe was pushed onto his side. The bulb was removed. For a split second that felt like eternity Joe had this image of what would happen next. He couldn’t let the contents of his arse go in front of these guys it would just be far too embarrassing. But gravity and pressure gave him no choice!
He felt the cold metal funnel touch his lower arse cheek.
‘OK when you’re ready, let go’
Joe didn’t care whose voice it was and he cared less of his embarrassment, he let go!
The contents of his bowels came out in a torrent. The relief was immediate. The water had done some of its work.
‘Wow!’ Tom commented, ‘only need to do that a couple more times and he’ll be ready for the seat’
‘Yup, I think you’re right and I think we can go straight for medium’ Frank chuckled
What the hell are they going on about now, seat, medium?
Chapter Nine
With his first evacuation complete Joe was being made ready for the second. A well-lubricated finger was working at his arse hole. Joe liked it; he liked it a lot. He began to seriously push back hard onto the rubber-gloved hand. Another finger was worked into his willing hole. The fingers were quickly removed and the bardex bulb was roughly re-inserted into the greased arse. The second lot of liquid was now beginning to flood Joe’s insides. A slight amount of discomfort and then the inner seal of his second bowel gave way and the pleasurable feeling moved upwards.
‘Like a duck to water!’ Tom leered.
‘Yup, seems like our new boy aint gonna be as much trouble as our last one’ Frank shot Alan a menacing glance. ‘Plus I think he is gonna have a lot of fun at the party and be very popular with the guests.
Which means the poor little fucker is gonna be exhausted when he goes back to work at the bar’
‘Oh right. I take it you have had a word with his “boss” about him being absent for a few days?’ Tom asked
‘Yeah, I’ve written myself a note.’ Frank laughed.
‘Well I don’t want him to loose any pay while we have him captive and I DO want him to pay his rent. Besides I want Joe to do well at work, maybe he could be made bar manager one day and help us find new recruits to train’ Frank broke into a rawing fit of laughter.
Frank OWNED the bar?! Joe had been set up as a victim. But by whom? And, more important, why? These questions had to wait because the need to evacuate the contents of his bowels was much more pressing.
After what seemed like an eternity Joe was finally flushed out to the satisfaction of the two rubber-clad men. Tom had been to retrieve a large rolled up carrying case come toolbox, the kind of think a plumber or carpenter keeps his equipment in. He also had a very large tin. On the tin Joe could read the word Crisco.
‘Great Tom, can you go and set the chair to medium and then come back here and give me a hand to get our party centre piece here ready?’ Frank asked
‘Sure thing’ answered Tom. Tom disappeared from the room.
‘Right Alan get up and get over here’ Frank ordered
Without looking directly at Frank Alan got up and moved towards his rubber Master. His head bowed and uncomplaining. When he was standing next to Frank the blond man gave his slave a playful but firm squeeze of the crotch. Alan moved uncomfortably but made no noise.
‘Right go and hold his shoulders so he can’t move away from this next discipline. And if you’re a really good boy I’ll allow Joe here to lick you’re cock through your rubber suit. That would be a treat wouldn’t it’ Frank’s tone was patronising
‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Alan snapped and headed to the top of the table where Joe was still laying face down.
Joe felt the touch of his old school bully’s hands make firm contact with his shoulders. Joe flinched.
Frank moved to one side of Joe and made a very slow and theatrical effort at opening the rolled case. Joe watched and his eyes widened as he saw for the first time the contents of the case. The case was made of some kind of canvas and had pockets in which were numerous moulded rubber objects. All these objects were cock shaped and gradually got bigger as the size of the pockets increased.
Oh my God, dildos thought Joe. His heart started to beat faster and his cock grew to a hard-on in milli-seconds.
Tom re-entered the room and smiled at the sight before him.
‘Medium is set and I’ve brought the usual outfit for the chair’ Tom said as he held up a rubber bag.
‘Great. Let’s dress him before preparing him for the chair’ Frank chortled.
Tom emptied the bag on the floor. It contained some rubber clothing and some strap work.
‘Stand up and face Alan’ Frank commanded
Joe quickly got off the table and stood in front of Alan. Frank noticed Joe’s erection and grabbed it.
Joe winced and the pressure that was put upon his aching cock. Frank used the cock to pull him closer to Alan. He rubbed the pre-cum oozing cock head against Alan’s rubber covered crotch.
Joe felt Alan’s cock stir beneath the rubber. Frank let go of the cock and picked up the first item of clothing that Joe was to wear. It was a high necked long-sleeved T-shirt with thin straps that went under the crotch.
Frank indicted to Joe to raise his hands so it could be pulled over his head. Joe felt yet another new sensation as it was carefully placed around his neck and his left arm was eased into the sleeve.
The inside of the T-shirt was covered in some kind of lubricant. His hand and arm shoot through the sleeve and was soon in place, then the right was in place and the shirt was pulled down around his waist. The under-crotch straps were fastened securely at the back of the shirt in the positions a jockstrap would take.
‘Now kiss each other and don’t stop until I say so’ Frank barked
The two boys joined lips and tongues and began to kiss long and hard. THIS WASN’T going to help the state of Joe’s cock one little bit, if anything it would make it worse.
Joe could feel ankle a wrist restraints being buckled into place and a two-inch high rigid collar was affixed round his neck. Then Tom was zipping up a pair of rubber chaps around his legs to complete that part of the outfit. All through the dress ceremony Joe could feel Alan’s ample cock moving inside its rubber haven.
‘Back on the table boy, face down as before’ Frank ordered and slapped Joe’s arse to underline his message.
Joe broke away from his kissing of Alan and moved back onto the table his hard-on no less evident. He soon felt the hands back on his shoulders. He didn’t flinch this time.
‘Do we have any of those textured gloves left?’ Frank asked Tom
‘Yup we do’ was Toms reply as he headed for the cupboard in the corner of the room.
Tom handed Frank an unopened pack of gloves. Frank removed the gloves he was wearing. Joe thought the sound they made was delicious. Frank tore open the new pack of gloves and readied himself to put them on.
The new gloves were short; they would come to about half way along the forearm. The palm, thumb and each finger had a texture moulded into their surface. And of naturally they were black!
Frank slid the gloves on and flexed his fingers inside the new rubber. The next movements were done for Joe’s benefit. The tin was opened and he was shown the contents, a thick white grease.
Frank then plunged two fingers into the can and withdrew them to show Joe a large dollop of grease and where the grease was thinner it made the black rubber beneath glisten.
Frank moved out of Joe’s sight line. Joe braced himself for the inevitable. Tom had also moved behind Joe and was pulling his arse cheeks apart.
The shock Joe expected never came; instead a cool feeling spread out from the first contact of the grease covered rubber finger that gently probed his anus. The nerve endings around his arsehole sent mild shocks of pleasure to his brain and instantaneously straight to his cock.
The pleasure was heightened by the texture of the glove rubbing the delicate lining of Joe’s rectum. This increased further when Frank twisted his finger inside Joe’s arse. Joe closed his eyes and let himself go with the flow of what was happening.
The boy’s hole loosened and Frank was able to work the forefinger of his other hand into the willing orifice. The feeling was sending Joe into space. He wanted more and he didn’t want the magic to stop.
‘Soon be big enough for the training plug at this rate’ Frank stated, ‘can u pass it to me Tom?’
Tom let go of one side of Joe’s arse and reached for one of the pockets on the roll-container. He pulled out a black conical shaped object that tapered back in abruptly at its flat base. The object was about six inches long from tip to base and looked to be about eight inches round.
‘This one?’ enquired Tom
‘Yeah that one will do. If this isn’t too much trouble then I’m sure he will be ready for the chair without having to build up to the next size’ Frank commented
Tom handed the plug to Frank and resumed his position and pulled Joe’s arse cheeks apart again. Frank had freed one hand off and had inserted the first three fingers of one hand into Joe’s sphincter. Joe squirmed about a little as Frank twisted and turned these finger and pushed them deeper into Joe. As quick as a flash Frank pulled out his fingers and had replaced it with a large amount of the already greased plug.
‘Come on boy, open up there, push back on this plug’ Frank urged
The plug was surely too big for Joe but he tried his best to comply with Frank’s wishes. Frank eased off the pressure slightly and allowed Joe to get used to the feeling and size of the object.
‘Easy does it. We’ll have this baby sliding in and out in no time’ Frank murmured softly as he began to increase the pressure again. Joe could feel his arsehole stretch to accommodate the plug and he began to push back against it as though he was trying to shit it out again. It worked. The plug slid into place and Joe felt his sphincter clamp down around the base of the plug and a slight cry of relief come form his mouth.
‘You go and grease the chair Tom I’ll bring our boy through when he has loosened up a bit more’ Frank asked as he handed Tom the tin of Crisco.
‘OK’ Tom replied
‘Now then Joe’ Frank spoke to the prostrate boy.
‘Bury your face into Alan’s crotch and enjoy the freedom you have to do so for a bit. I’m just gonna carry on with the plug end here and get you used to the size by working it in and out for a while. You will soon get used to it and before you know you won’t even notice it’s there’
Joe did as he was told and pushed his face into the willing crotch of Alan taking deep breaths of rubber and stale piss. Joe could feel the cock re-harden and licked the outline of the ample member. Joe could feel the plug being moved around inside his arse. At first there was a very slight pain but this soon moved away and gave itself over to pleasure. True to Frank’s words before he knew it the plug was being pulled out and pushed back in with no discomfort at all.
‘Right my boy I think it’s time for you to take your seat for the party’ Frank announced, ‘Come with me’
Joe got off the table and followed Frank out of the bathroom. Down two fights of stairs to the basement. Joe couldn’t see properly at first, as the room was much darker than the brightly-lit bathroom. Tom was holding the tin of Crisco in one hand and when he heard the movement behind him he stood up away from what he was doing.
‘Behold your seat for the party’ Frank grinned evilly
Joe looked at the contraption in front of him and went pale.
Chapter Ten
Before Joe was a black rubber covered seat. The seat had a high back to it. Neck and bicep manacles were part of its construction. The seat itself was formed from what looked like a low version of a vaulting horse. This had ankle and thigh restraints. Where the seat part joined the back of the chair was what looked like a seat belt from a car.
This all looked daunting enough but the crowning glory is what made Joe go pale. In the middle of the seat was a hole. Pointing skywards from the hole was a very large black dildo. The dildo was covered in bumps and ridges. From under the chair Joe could also see some wires and tubes. Joe gave a loud gasp.
‘Nice eh?’ leered Tom, ‘Best seat in the house for the party and it’s all yours’
‘But before we get you comfortable it’s dressing up time’ Frank chuckled slapping Joe’s arse as he spoke.
Tom threw some items of rubber clothing onto the floor in front of Joe; they landed with a hollow thud. Frank picked over the clothes and separated the pair of waders from a suit. Frank handed Joe the suit. Even with the mounting trepidation that was building inside Joe his first touch of the soft cool rubber sent a thrill through him.
This suit was much lighter than the first one he had encountered. It almost felt paper-thin. As Joe held it up he noticed it had an attached open-faced hood and gloves. It didn’t have feet and the arse was cut out completely. Also it had a cock-ring hole at the front just like the suits of Frank and Tom.
‘OK you will need a hand to get that on’ said
Frank, ‘It’s a tricky one but worth the effort’
Frank instructed Joe to sit on the floor. As he did so he was reminded that he still had the butt-plug up his arse. Via the cut out arse Joe put his feet into the legs and with the help of both Frank and Tom they were pulled up. The thin gauge of the rubber and the tightness of the legs felt sensational.
Next Joe’s upper body and head was sprayed with a slippery lubricant. The two men pulled the opening at the back of the suit up and before Joe knew it he had his head and arms in the suit. Frank pulled Joe’s cock and balls through the hole at the front and gave then a long hard squeeze. This was the first time Joe had been in tight fitting rubber and he couldn’t get over how sexy it made him feel. All he wanted to do was wrap his rubber-gloved hand around his cock and wank himself into oblivion. He knew it wouldn’t be allowed and this made him want to do it even more.
‘Up you get matey, Frank said, ‘Just the waders now and you are ready for the ball Cinderella’
Frank pointed at the waders and Joe bent down to pick them up. As he did so the stench of stale piss his nostrils like an express train. Joe reeled back and retched.
‘You’ll get used to that smell’ laughed Tom
Joe slid his right foot into the first wader. It was cold, damp and clammy. Once he had his foot in place he could feel a small pool of old piss in the boot. The other wader was the same.
Joe stood upright and his entire body was tense. He didn’t like the cold feeling around his feet. Frank stood behind Joe and moved him to face a wall at the far end of the room. Joe’s heart jumped as he saw himself in the mirror that covered the entire wall. Tom came and stood beside Joe and Frank moved to his other side. Three rubber-clad men stood and stared back at Joe from the mirror. Frank and Tom turned to face each other with Joe standing in the middle.
‘We had better warm up our new boy here, he doesn’t seem to like the cold piss inside his waders’ Frank patronised.
Simultaneously Tom and Frank let their rubber-covered hands encircle Joe’s cock and balls. Joe’s balls tightened with the grip and his cock sprang about wildly. It jerked even more when one of the men parted his arse-cheeks and the other pushed the butt-plug further up his hole.
Without Joe noticing both Frank and Tom had slipped their cocks into the top of his waders. Both were letting their bladders empty into the boots. When Joe realised what was happening he threw back his head and gave a loud and satisfied moan. His mind raced.
The feeling of the butt-plug, the tightness of the rubber, the grip of the gloves around his genitals, the two fucken horny men and the warmth and wetness of the slowly filling waders. This combination was too much for him. Before he had time to think anymore he brought his head back and observed the vision in the mirror.
His sphincter clenched and he shot a load of cum with such force he was sure it would smash the glass in front of him. Joe howled with the effort.
Joe’s orgasm subsided and he looked at the mess he had made against the mirror. He then looked at Frank and Tom via their reflections. He looked sheepish.
‘Oops!’ was all Joe could say.
Before anything else could be said Joe was pushed by his neck towards the mirror.
‘It’s yours so you had better lick it up and make the mirror clean again’ There was a hint of spite in Frank’s voice.
Joe did as he was told and was licking the mirror before he realised what he was doing. The taste of his cum was not unpleasant but he hoped it wouldn’t become a habit. He could think of nicer things and tastes that could go in his mouth.
‘Sorry Sirs’ Joe said when he had finished eating his own cum.
‘Oh you will be’ Tom spat.
Joe was roughly scooped off the floor and hauled back towards the chair.
‘Now stand and watch, it’s preview time so you have some idea of what this thing does’ Frank explained with a grin.
He picked up a small control box from beneath the seat. He turned one of the switches and a motor from within the seat whirred into action. The glistening dildo slithered into motion with a slow rhythmic thrust.
‘It can be fully regulated. Depth of penetration and speed. Plus it shoots its own form of cum outta the top; this lubricant makes sure you won’t dry out. Being a machine it won’t respond to you telling it to stop, weather you beg or ask nicely.
Also being a machine it will not stop until switched off’ Frank laughed.
Joe watched mesmerised by the thrusting machine.
‘It has a random memory so it decides the length of the stroke and speed, it has been programmed to bring you to the edge of orgasm and hold you there until it becomes too much to bear and then it stops, lets you calm down and then begins all over again, the dildo is covered in sensors and can detect an impending explosion. It’s not completely cruel, it will allow you to achieve orgasm… eventually’ Frank finished his sentence with a manical laugh.
Tom and frank grabbed Joe before he could protest and led him backwards to the chair. Frank left Tom to hold Joe while he slipped on some outsized rubber-gloves and applied more grease to the dildo.
The butt-plug in Joe’s arse was quickly removed. Frank slapped on some fresh grease and before this sphincter could clamp shut he was hoisted in the air and lowered towards the oversized weapon. Joe let out an ear-piercing scream as the shock of the dildo slid into his rectum.
His neck and biceps were soon strapped and manacled into position. His ankles were next. Tom reached for a gasmask and slipped it over Joe’s head. An odd smell met Joe’s nose and his head began to swim and he felt his arsehole loosen and more of the dildo slid inside.
The straps around the top of his thighs were soon in place. The seatbelt was being pulled tighter and forcing more of the knobbly phallus into the stretching arse, but no screams now, he wanted it in there.
‘There that wasn’t so bad was it’ Frank placated
Joe let out a muffled groan as he breathed deep the scent within the gasmask. He felt relaxed. He wriggled his toes in the piss-filled waders and he felt the blood returning to his slightly softening cock.
Tom had produced a head-harness similar to the one Joe had worn before. This one was only different because it had a canister fitted to the front at nose level.
‘Just the headgear to go and then the party can begin’ said Frank
Tom removed the gasmask and fitted the harness. The ubiquitous funnel was pushed into place and only then did Joe realise what was expected. He was going to be the urinal for the party. His cock hardened to its limit as his head reeled with the smell of the poppers that were in the canister.
As he had this thought he saw Frank flick the switch on the dildo control. It withdrew from his anus slightly and he felt a jet of lubricant being squirted into his lower bowel. Then it began a slow but firm thrust forward. Joe closed his eyes as he gave himself to the machine. It only played with the entrance of his arsehole and Joe’s moans and groans were amplified out of the funnel in his mouth.
‘Go and tell Alan that he can show our guests in now’ Frank asked Tom.
‘Right you are’ Tom saluted and left the room.
Frank moved in front of Joe and smiled. Joe looked up at Frank’s masculine face and then moved his gaze to the beautiful cock that hung between his legs.
‘You are going to enjoy yourself here and I think you’re gonna be a very popular party attraction.
Don’t worry too much I’ll be keeping an eye on you. I don’t want you damaged because I have such plans for you, this is only the beginning of your training’ Frank spoke softly, like a reassuring parent.
Tom re-entered the room followed by Alan. The slave was naked except for a rubber hood with a thick collar and a rubber cock and ball sheath. He held a tray of drinks. Joe strained to see the first of the guests to enter the room.
As Joe had expected he was dressed in full rubber. The man had a nicely defined body and was fingering his cock slowly. He moved into full view of Joe. A few more guys came into the room, all dressed in different combinations of rubber. Some in waders, some in wellies.
There were chaps, jeans, full suits, short suits, T-shirts etc. All in black shiny rubber. Alan shut the door and Joe worked out that there were about thirty guys. As he surveyed the assembled audience it dawned on him that he recognised some of the guys faces, no not some, all. They were ALL customers from bar where he worked. Shit!!
‘Right! Now we are all here let the party begin’ Frank addressed the rubbermen, ‘I hope Alan has taken care of you in the usual manner and are ready for the party to begin. Who wants to be first to use out new toilet?’
‘You start us off Frank’ A cute blond kid suggested
‘OK but I want you all ready to use our boy right after me so form a cue behind me’ Frank indicated what he wanted then to do.
The rubbermen formed a line and Frank turned his attention back to Joe. Joe watched the piss slit of Frank’s cock flare and it seemed like an eternity before the stream of piss made contact with his tongue. Joe swallowed quickly and wondered when it would be his turn to stand in front of a willing victim’s open mouth and fill it with piss. But as the first lot of piss subsided and he watched the next rubber-clad guy take up Frank’s position he didn’t care too much. After all it was Party Time!
The End
Chapter Six
Steaming hot piss sprang forth from the massive weapons before Joe’s face. The first rush hitting Joe’s chin. He knew instinctively that it was up to him to make sure that the aim of his Masters’ piss was on target. Joe opened his mouth wider and moved his head so as to get the liquid gold directly in.
‘Hold on there greedy!’ Frank commanded,
‘This isn’t for drinking, it’s for cooling you down, you’re wet enough on the inside of the suit and the inside of your mouth’ he added with a chuckle.
Joe watched the piss hit his body, spraying him up and down. What a waste he thought as he licked his lips. The urine ran down the outside of the rubber suit in diamond glinting rivulets gathering around his knees and feet. A warm feeling was spreading across him and the suit was acquiring a temporary sheen. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped Joe’s mouth as he felt the hot piss splashing about his body and catching him under the chin. He looked down at his own body and liked the look, feeling and warmth that the piss gave him.
He squeezed his hard-on. Joe soon realised that these two men had bladders like Olympic swimming pools. The piss waterfall continued for what seemed an eternity.
‘Water, water everywhere and nor a drop to drink’ Tom quoted
‘We aint ancient mariners and you’ve had plenty to drink’ Frank laughed, ‘But not much to eat’
As the last droplets dripped from Tom’s cock he moved closer towards Joe, his cock twitching in his hand. Joe’s tongue shot out of his mouth to catch any drops that might remain. Without Joe getting used to the idea Tom trust his cock past the waiting tongue into Joe’s mouth. The blood engorged knob rested just inside its warm, moist home. Joe looked up at the rubber-covered body as Tom started to speak.
‘You seem to be very talented with that mouth of yours, let’s see what you can do with my cock. Just one word of warning, NO TEETH! If I feel any sharp pointy things in my shaft you are gonna be so sorry! Now get to work boy!’
Joe couldn’t wait. He withdrew the cock-head form his mouth just to take a quick look at it at such close quarters. Its knob had a purplish colour to it and a smooth shiny surface. The shaft was nice and straight with a slight veiny texture. Joe raised his right hand and encircled it around the base of the cock under the tightly compact balls. He could feel the blood pulsing into Tom’s cock as it twitched and bucked in his hand.
‘It aint a fucken Renoir and this aint the fucken Tate Gallery. SUCK IT!’ Tom hissed.
Joe darted his tongue out to explore the impressive cock with. Taking large licks Joe worked his way down the shaft to the base. He slipped one of the soft balls into his mouth and rolled it around.
This elected a soft, almost inaudible grunt from Tom. With his rubber covered hand Joe caressed the length. He marvelled at the hardness. Joe looked up again at Tom’s body and face. Tom had his eyes tightly closed and his lips were slightly apart.
Joe’s gloved hand found its way to the ever-throbbing tip of Tom’s cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Something made the rubber of the glove slippery. A string of precum spun from the forefinger and thumb of the rubber glove to the tip of Tom’s cock. Tantalisingly Joe lubricated around the knob. Tom’s moans and groans were becoming louder and more regular. Joe had licked back to the underside of the knob and softly pushed and waggled the tip of his tongue into the weeping piss slit.
The taste was indescribable. It also was driving Tom wild. Joe continued his onslaught of the piss slit with his tongue. Also opening his mouth wider to get the pulsing knob into his mouth.
‘Oh fuck yeah!’ Tom groaned, ‘That’s a good boy, get it good and wet.’
Joe took the cock into his mouth as far as he could. He felt the smooth knob touch the back of his throat. The saliva in Joe’s mouth quickly made the shaft of Tom’s cock slick. Which in turn made it easier for Joe to suck. Without warning Tom grabbed the back of Joe’s head and forced the entire length into Joe’s mouth.
Joe retched and could feel food travelling up from his stomach. With impeccable timing Tom withdrew some of his cock. To his relief Joe didn’t vomit.
‘Open your throat boy and relax’ Frank said, ‘You have ol’ Tom here so fucken turned on he aint gonna last too long. Besides you have to get used to having your face fucked.’
Joe readied himself. With one thrust the cock travelled down Joe’s throat and stopped. Joe’s eyes watered and he had to breathe rapidly through his nose. It stayed there for what seemed like days.
Throbbing. Tom grabbed Joe by the ears. Once he had a good purchase on them he began to pump his hips back and forth. His head thrown back and growling loudly Tom fucked the warm mouth. Just when Joe thought he could take no more Tom pulled his rigid cock out of his mouth.
Grabbing his balls with one rubber-clad hand and his cock with the other Tom gave the glistening wet cock a few rough strokes. As if in slow motion the first spurt of cum flew from the piss slit and landed with a forceful splatter up Joe’s nose and across his lips. On this cue Joe opened his mouth to catch the next.
Bullseye!
The next five hit the open target. As the ferocity subsided cum splashed and dripped from Joe’s chin landing in white streaks down his rubber suited chest. Tom stood holding his spent cock in his hand as the final drop of cum hung to the tip.
‘Fuck! I needed that!’ Tom panted.
Frank moved in beside Tom and gave his friend a
“well done” slap on the back.
‘I think that’s enough for his first night’ Frank remarked.
Carrying in his hand Frank had a metal hoop with a screw key device on it. He started to place it over
Joe’s head.
‘Don’t look so worried Joe, it helps us get you outta that rubber suit, It’s not some kind of torture implement, nobody expects the Spanish Inquision.’ Frank chuckled.
The neck of the rubber suit was stretched over the lip of the metal hoop and the screw key was turned expanding the neck seal. Joe got a strong whiff of what was held within the suit; his sweat and piss mixed with a pungent rubber smell.
When the entrance to the suit was big enough Frank instructed Joe to sit on the edge of the bath and to pull his arms out of the glove ended sleeves.
Once these were out he could then hold the ends of the rubber feet and pull out of the suit. Why hadn’t he found the neck stretcher earlier and gotten himself out of the suit and not got caught in the first place. But then think of what he would have missed.
Joe was cold after the confines of the rubber and started to shiver. Frank noticed and suggested that he should take a hot shower to wash and warm. As soon as he was finished and was dry he suddenly felt tired and made no effort to stifle a yawn.
‘Awww bless, our little soldier is tired’ mocked Tom
‘Good!’ Frank retorted, ‘Might as well get him used to the “sleeping” bag.’
Tom laughed. Joe looked around the room and became momentarily self-conscious. He was the only one naked. And what was so funny about a sleeping bag he thought.
‘I’ll go and get it’ said Tom as he left the bathroom.
Frank slapped Alan across the back of his head in a playful way.
‘Get up and make sure our new boy here is nice and dry. In fact powder him up like a new-born-baby.’
Alan got to his feet and picked up the towel that Joe had used to dry himself after the shower. The rubber-covered ex-bully began to pat dry any area of Joe’s body he could find that was in anyway wet or damp. Then he sprinkled Joe with a liberal amount of talcum powder. After he had finished he immediately sat back down on the floor and barked his thanks to Frank for allowing him to carry out this task.
Tom re-entered the room with a bundle of rubber under his arm. He bent down and unrolled it along the bathroom floor. It was a rubber bag with a zip along the back and an attached hood. Joe looked at it and his cock began to rise a little.
‘Well it’s time for bed I think.’ Frank yawned. He moved towards Alan and attached a chain to the collar around his neck then padlocked it to the base of the sink waste pipe. As he was doing so Tom had unzipped the rubber bag on the floor.
‘Right Joe in you get’
Joe did as he was bid and sat on the floor. He pulled the cool rubber over his feet and pulled the tight form-fitting bag up his calves to his knees.
The bag had inside sleeves to it and it didn’t take Einstein to work out that he had to put his arms inside them. Tom moved behind Joe and zipped up part of the bag. He then pulled with a little effort the attached hood over Joe’s head.
The hood had a round hole for the mouth and holes for the nostrils. There were no holes for the eyes. The zipping up was then completed sealing Joe into the rubber bag. Tom pushed Joe gently down on his back so he was lying down. Joe felt, through the rubber, a pair of hands running up and down his body.
The sensitivity of the sensation sent electric shock waves through his body. Joe hadn’t noticed that there was a hole in the front of the bag at crotch position. He soon became aware of this as a rubber-gloved hand pulled his cock and balls roughly through the cock-ring sized hole.
His hard-on was instant. A tube gag was pushed into Joe’s mouth. The same tube gag that was in his mouth earlier Joe realised as it was being strapped and buckled at the back of his head. There was no funnel in it as Joe was able to draw breath easily. Joe felt a hand squeezed his cock.
‘Horny little fucker aren’t you’ came Tom’s voice,
‘Well I’m sure we can do something about that for you’
‘Not right now, eh Tom?’ Frank’s voice replied, ‘But I’m sure his cock in that state is gonna be easier to fit him with his “drinking” tube for the night.’
What were they going to do to him next Joe wondered…
Chapter Seven
Rubber made sleek contact with Joe’s cock. He could hear some movement around him. Nothing discernible, only scuffling. The grip of the rubber clad hand became tighter, almost painful around his cock.
Something slightly abrasive rubbed at Joe’s piss slit making him buck a little at the sensation.
‘Relax’ Frank commanded, ‘It’s an antiseptic swab, I’m just cleaning you up a bit, I don’t want you to get any infections in there’
What the hell was he on about, infections? Where? Puzzled Joe.
Frank continued to administer the swab. Next he cut open a packet containing a sterilised syringe.
While he filled the syringe with lubricant Tom made sure that Joe’s cock didn’t lose any of its hardness by rubbing and caressing it with his rubber-clad hand.
‘You will feel a slightly unusual feeling now as if fill you urethra up with a cool lubricant, trust me
I know what I’m doing’ Frank reassured.
Joe could feel something enter the tip of his cock. It felt sharp and a little uncomfortable.
A small amount of pressure built up as the lubricant was forced into the end of his cock. Joe liked the feeling it gave and his cock bucked and twitched in response. He could feel the tip of a couple of rubber fingers rubbing on the underside of his blood-engorged cock working the lubricant further down inside his shaft.
‘You’re gonna enjoy the next bit coz I can guarantee that you have never experienced the feeling of a catheter sliding down inside your cock’ Frank said.
Joe didn’t know what a catheter was and he didn’t like the sound of it either. He began to struggle violently within the confines for the rubber bag. He tried to move his hands to protect his cock from what was going to happen. It was no use, there was no way that he could move anything, let alone his hands.
‘Now, now, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep that up’ Tom snarled.
Joe continued to buck about upon the floor. Slowly his movement subsided. The only thing he had achieved by his actions was to break out in torrents of sweat that made the sleek rubber bag stick to his skin.
‘We will have to make sure you can’t do that again for a while’ Frank grumbled.
With that Joe could feel pressure on his chest and legs as both Tom and Frank sat astride Joe. Joe felt a rubber-covered hand re-gripping his still hard cock. Joe braced himself for what was about to happen.
Frank snipped off the end of the packet, sterilised catheter within. He prepared another small syringe by filling it with some water. Frank then peeled back the top of the packet and placed a sterilised tapered bung into the open end of the catheter. His next action was to remove the catheter from its packet using more of the sterilised swabs to hold it by.
‘Right Joe, any more thrashing about will do you no end of damage, so my advice would be to keep still and enjoy the inevitable. Frank murmured.
Tom steadied Joe’s cock as Frank drew the end of the catheter towards the glistening piss slit. The first contact made Joe draw in a sharp breath. It also made Joe’s hard cock jump. Frank used the very tip of the catheter to play with Joe’s cock by slipping it in and out. Then the catheter was pushed carefully into Joe’s urethra. The feeling began to drive Joe wild, which in turn made him squirm a little.
‘See I told you that you would enjoy it’ Frank placated.
Joe was in ecstasy as the feeling continued to drive within his cock.
‘You are doing really well. This catheter is about fourteen inches long and you have taken about half that length already’ Frank encouraged.
With steady pressure Frank inserted the catheter into Joe’s cock. Joe could feel the tip of the catheter hit something within the base of his cock that made his body jerk with shock. Tom manipulated the rigid cock against Joe’s body and the catheter continued to slide into the depths of the boy’s body.
Just when Joe thought the pressure would be unbearable a wave of relief washed over him as the flexible tube was finally all the way in and the tip of the catheter was in Joe’s bladder.
As fast as he could Frank inserted the pre-prepared small syringe into the secondary opening of the top of the catheter. By depressing the syringe it filled the bardex bulb at the tip within Joe’s bladder inflating it with water to hold the tube in place thus making sure that his body didn’t reject the catheter.
All Joe could feel was a familiar sensation. The overwhelming urge to piss. He tried to grip that something within himself that normally stopped the sensation and ultimately stopped him pissing but found he had no control over either.
‘There you go mate’, Frank finally said, ‘It’s in and like I told you judging by the state and hardness of your cock you enjoyed it. Am I right?’
Joe tried to answer “yes” but the tube in his mouth stopped him from saying anything that didn’t turn out as a muffled grunt or groan which is what he did. To try and confirm it as a “yes” he also nodded his head making the rubber hood of the body bag slip a little upon his sweaty face.
‘Well just a few more things and it’s time for sleep… if you get any that is’ Frank added with a chuckle.
Joe felt the pressure on his body disappear as the two men got off him. New pressure replaced this in the form of straps. The first to be administered were straps around his ankles, calves, knees and thighs.
These where then in turn fixed to the floor of the bathroom. Two more straps were fitted around his shoulders and chest, again fixed to the floor. Joe could only move his head from side to side. Other straps were placed around his forehead and abdomen but were not pulled tight for some reason.
‘We have a few more things to set up before we leave you for the night. Tom and me will only be sleeping in the next room and Alan here will be watching over you so if anything untoward were to happen he can call us. So you won’t be alone, although it will feel like it’ Frank’s voice had a humorous edge to it.
Joe could hear movement going on around him again as the two rubber-clad men arranged things in the room. He could hear muffled voices too but couldn’t quite make out what was being said. The sounds made Joe feel safe and secure in the confines of the rubber bag. The darkness and the smell of the rubber cocoon lulled Joe and he started to drift off to sleep. His breathing deepened.
Joe liked the tightness of the rubber emphasised by the strapping. He liked the touch of the rubber against his sweat-streaked skin. But most of all he loved the helplessness of the situation. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, the responsibility of his actions had been taken away from him.
This both shocked and thrilled him. He had come to a conclusion. A conclusion that in the short space of time since his being discovered earlier that evening that the word “no” had been removed from his vocabulary. “Yes, yes, yes” and “more, more, more” had replaced it.
‘Right we’re just about ready’ The voice snapped Joe out of his dream state. Ready? Good, whatever they were going to do was fine by him.
Frank’s voice continued.
‘Like I said we had a few things to set up and we are ready now. I’m gonna explain what will happen here while Tom and me sleep. As you are already aware the rubber bag you are in has been fixed to the floor and there is no way of escape, unless we decide otherwise. Plus I have catheterised you so I also control the way and when you get to take a piss.’
Joe could feel a rubber-covered hand rubbing the base of his still stiff cock. It must have been Tom because Frank’s voice was too far away. The rubbing made the urge for him to piss intensify.
‘Now comes the interesting part’ Frank continued, ‘There is a set-up of Tom’s invention hanging above you ready to be plugged in’
Joe’s body tensed. PLUGGED? Frank noticed Joe’s body jerk. He continued.
‘Calm down in there. Plugged neither means electricity or up your chuff, we will come to those at a later date.’ Frank laughed, ‘Back to the matter in hand. There is a container suspended above you. This first container has water in it. Not too much but enough to do what we want.
There is a tube that comes out of the bottom that runs into a pressure release valve. Once the valve fills to a certain level a controlled amount of water is released and that travels down another tube to a bung. That bung will be, naturally enough, placed in the tube gag in your mouth. All that means is you will get a drink of water of about a pint every fifteen minutes or so.’
Water torture. Did these guys work for the Spanish Inquisition Joe puzzled?
‘Eventually that container will be empty but in our experience you will have had enough to drink to continue for quite a while. That’s where the second container comes in. This second container is also suspended above you. It has one tube that comes out of it about three inches from the bottom. This tube also goes to the bung that will be in your mouth.
A second tube goes from the catheter in your cock to the top of the container. So the pressure of your bladder will slowly force your piss to fill it and when it gets to the first tube, well I don’t think I need to explain what happens next. After a while it should become self-perpetuating and should form a cycle. Bladder, catheter, container, mouth and back to your bladder.
Clever eh?
TOO FUCKEN RIGHT!! Thought Joe
The bung was pushed into the tube gag in Joe’s mouth. Joe flicked his tongue around the two rubber tubes that hung from the end. Breathing was a little more difficult but was ok through his nose. Joe could feel his cock being manipulated and the catheter moved and twisted within his urethra sending pleasure to his brain.
‘Before I put in the catheter tube I’m gonna give you a little kick-start. I have a syringe here with about half of a pint of sterile water in it. I’m gonna put it into your bladder’ Frank explained.
Anything you say, do what you like, I don’t care! Joe’s mind raced.
Frank had removed the small bung at the end of the catheter while Tom nipped it to stop any present liquid escaping. Frank inserted the end of the syringe into the catheter and injected the water into Joe’s bladder.
The feeling of the water entering Joe’s body was indescribable and the pressure build up was more than a little painful but not unbearable. This pressure didn’t last too long as the waiting rubber tube replaced the syringe. As Tom released his grip on the catheter a body satisfying sensation flooded over Joe and his piss and water filled bladder forced its way up to the empty container.
Joe’s complete involvement in what was happening was so strong he was only slightly aware that the two guys had left the room and he and Alan were now alone. Alan handcuffed to the wash basin and he in his rubber bag with a night of pleasure to come
Chapter Eight
Joe had lost count of how many times his mouth had been filled with liquid. He could only think of it as liquid because he had lost all track of time and didn’t know when the water container had stopped and the piss container had started to kick in. All he did know was every time he got that pissing feeling he got an immediate erection.
That pissing feeling was almost a constant sensation so as a result he now had an unflagging hard-on. He was sure that all it would take was a few swift strokes and he would cum gallons. But he couldn’t do it himself and was sure he would not be allowed that pleasure. He could dream though.
Just as he started to let that thought go he felt the cool touch of a rubber glove squeeze his balls. His cock bucked wildly at the feeling and he felt more piss leave his bladder on its journey to the top recycling tank.
‘Well we have been a busy boy here haven’t we’. It was Tom’s voice.
He felt the patch that covered his eyes being removed. As his eyes adjusted to the strong light that filled the bathroom he could see Frank kneeling to one side of him. A quick scan could see that he was dressed in a different rubber outfit.
Joe’s eyes alighted first on the magnificent cock that hung only a gnat’s breath away from his mouth. But this time it was different. It was held within a thin black rubber sheath that glistened in the bright light. The sheath was moulded and included an ample space for Frank’s smooth balls.
Joe’s gaze continued to drink in the sight. The sheath was attached to the suit. Going down it covered Frank’s powerful legs, showing off the well-defined muscle tone underneath. The suit must have been made from a much thinner gauge of rubber to be able to show so much detail.
Joe wanted to let his tongue cover every crease and crevice that was on show. To make this Adonis shine. Joe continued his thoughts and aural travel.
Frank had his feet in dirty mud and God knows what else covered rubber wellingtons. They would need some serious tongue work. Joe’s cock lurched. As Frank stood up Joe could see that the top half of the black suit was sleeveless. It wasn’t just cut off at the sleeves but cut in slightly making Frank’s chest look more impressive.
It stretched across his pectorals making his nipples stand through the rubber proud and erect.
When Frank turned away Joe’s heart missed several beats because of what was on show. The suit had no arse. It was cut away to the contours of the perfect marble like shape. Like the chaps that Joe remembers the guy in Village People wearing.
Frank’s legs parted and Joe could see straight up these legs to the apex and the tiny hole that was Frank’s sphincter. To finish the outfit Frank was wearing short, black rubber gloves, so tight it looked like he had dipped his hands in a can of black paint and let it dry.
‘What time are the first guest arriving?’ asked Frank
‘We have plenty of time before they get here. Time for some fun with our new boy. Get him used to the seating arrangements’ Tom said with a slightly evil laugh
‘Then we need to get him outta that set up and get him cleaned up and out’ Frank added
Joe was soon unhooked from the self-pissing apparatus and the bung was replaced into the end of the catheter. Her was then rolled to one side still trapped inside the sweaty rubber bag. Tom pulled the framework that had held him the previous day into view. Joe caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. It was identical to Frank.
A wooden board was placed onto the frame to form a table. The wooden board had a six-inch hole in the centre. The two men hoisted Joe onto the tabletop and positioned him face down so his cock was hanging through the hole. The zip on the back of the rubber bag was undone to expose Joe’s arse.
‘Oh God!’ exclaimed Tom, ‘Bad smell and VERY sweaty’
Joe felt two fingers slip around his arse cheeks and pull them apart.
‘Get over here boy’ Frank barked at Alan, ‘Get this clean!’
Alan quickly got to his feet and raced to the position that Frank pointed to.
‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Alan shouted. Alan started to rub a small towel over Joe’s bum.
WHACK!
‘Not like that you wanker!’ Frank smacked Alan around the head, ‘You know exactly what I mean by
“Get it clean”, now do it!’
‘Sir, yes Sir’ was Alan’s much quieter reply. Alan looked at the arse in front of him and hated what he had to do next. Joe had no idea of what was going on back there but he had a good idea of what Alan was supposed to do. And sure enough Joe could feel the warmth of Alan’s tongue begin to lick the top of his arse crack. Joe felt the rough tongue work its way over first one cheek and then the other. It then made its way down from the top of his crack.
With a little help from a pair of rubber-covered hands his arse cheeks were pulled apart so Alan had better access to his arse-hole. Joe had involuntarily started to push his arse into Alan’s face. When the tip of Alan’s tongue finally hit its mark Joe let out a loud gasp. This gasp soon turned into a groan of pleasure as the tongue slowly pushed its way into the soft rose. Joe’s hips rolled about. God how he wanted to grip his desperately hard cock and give it a good pulling.
The tongue continued its onslaught. Joe had to smile to himself a little; the old school bully had to its face shoved up his chuff… YES!
‘Our boy likes his arse-hole played with, well let’s see if we can make if feel a whole lot better’ Tom sniggered
‘That’s enough cleaning for a while, there are two more here for you to do and there will be a lot more later’ Frank said dryly
Alan moved away from Joe’s arse. Joe tried to keep Alan’s face planted there. He was roughly pushed down again and a crashing blow was delivered to his exposed arse. The sound was louder than the pain but it still shocked Joe into not moving.
‘Remember this red bag?’ Tom asked as he stood in front of Joe. Tom was holding the red rubber bag that had been used to make him drink piss earlier.
But now it had a clear plastic tube of about five feet long that ended in an odd looking bulb. The bulb had another tube coming out of it with a small pump with a valve on it to release any air that was pumped into it.
Tom moved away from Joe’s line of vision and felt the frame and table move as he climbed up to hang the bag from a hook attachment. When he moved back in front of Joe, Tom was carrying a large glass jug with water in it.
Tom made a big theatrical display of adding something from a small bottle to the water. It turned blue. Meanwhile Frank was getting things ready at his end. Without warning Joe felt a rubber-gloved finger covered in lubricant push violently into his sphincter. His arse-hole clamped tight around the intrusion.
A slap loosened him up again and to help further Frank’s other hand prised Joe’s arse apart, his forefinger and thumb pulling the target open. Joe had no choice but to allow the finger to probe his arse. The finger slipped in and out of his hole with deliberate movement. It pushed against the underside of his prostate.
Joe moaned. The finger withdrew and Joe could feel something else enter his chuff. He soon worked out that it was the bulb part of the bag device. As it was inflated inside his arse Joe had a sudden realisation of what was about to take place. He didn’t know what he felt about it but he did know he wanted it to happen.
‘Well my pretty let’s clean you out!’ Tom chuckled
Tom returned behind Joe and re-climbed the frame. Joe could hear the water being poured into the red rubber bag with a satisfying glug.
‘Don’t fight it Joe’ Frank told him, ‘All I’m gonna do is let this water into you and keep it there for a short while so it can work its cleaning magic’
Frank turned a small tap on the tube.
‘Tell me when you feel a slight discomfort, I don’t want to rupture anything’
The water trickled into Joe’s bowels. It wasn’t as much of a shock as he expected. Firstly it was warm and he also found it relaxing… for a while. The pressure began to build.
‘Please Sir no more’ Joe whimpered
‘It’s OK, I want you completely clean, so relax and it will go into your upper bowel too’
Joe tried to relax some more and as Frank had said with a sudden release the pressure dropped and the water moved up into the upper bowel. Joe liked the complete feeling it gave him. His insides started to gurgle and the pressure increased.
‘Please Sir, stop, no more, please Sir’ Joe pleaded
‘OK, you have done well for the first time’ Frank turned off the tap, ‘now you need to hold it inside for a while and then we will allow you to let it out’
Tom stood smiling in front of Joe. He was holding a large metal funnel with a pipe coming out of its
base. He moved next to Frank.
Joe’s bowels had begun to go into cramps and he needed to shit really bad. The inflated bulb made sure he couldn’t do so though.
‘Please Sir it’s really painful’ Joe panted
‘Right’ said Frank, ‘hold it in and I’ll remove the bulb, don’t let go until I say so’
‘Yes Sir’ Joe replied, his breath coming in short pants.
Joe was pushed onto his side. The bulb was removed. For a split second that felt like eternity Joe had this image of what would happen next. He couldn’t let the contents of his arse go in front of these guys it would just be far too embarrassing. But gravity and pressure gave him no choice!
He felt the cold metal funnel touch his lower arse cheek.
‘OK when you’re ready, let go’
Joe didn’t care whose voice it was and he cared less of his embarrassment, he let go!
The contents of his bowels came out in a torrent. The relief was immediate. The water had done some of its work.
‘Wow!’ Tom commented, ‘only need to do that a couple more times and he’ll be ready for the seat’
‘Yup, I think you’re right and I think we can go straight for medium’ Frank chuckled
What the hell are they going on about now, seat, medium?
Chapter Nine
With his first evacuation complete Joe was being made ready for the second. A well-lubricated finger was working at his arse hole. Joe liked it; he liked it a lot. He began to seriously push back hard onto the rubber-gloved hand. Another finger was worked into his willing hole. The fingers were quickly removed and the bardex bulb was roughly re-inserted into the greased arse. The second lot of liquid was now beginning to flood Joe’s insides. A slight amount of discomfort and then the inner seal of his second bowel gave way and the pleasurable feeling moved upwards.
‘Like a duck to water!’ Tom leered.
‘Yup, seems like our new boy aint gonna be as much trouble as our last one’ Frank shot Alan a menacing glance. ‘Plus I think he is gonna have a lot of fun at the party and be very popular with the guests.
Which means the poor little fucker is gonna be exhausted when he goes back to work at the bar’
‘Oh right. I take it you have had a word with his “boss” about him being absent for a few days?’ Tom asked
‘Yeah, I’ve written myself a note.’ Frank laughed.
‘Well I don’t want him to loose any pay while we have him captive and I DO want him to pay his rent. Besides I want Joe to do well at work, maybe he could be made bar manager one day and help us find new recruits to train’ Frank broke into a rawing fit of laughter.
Frank OWNED the bar?! Joe had been set up as a victim. But by whom? And, more important, why? These questions had to wait because the need to evacuate the contents of his bowels was much more pressing.
After what seemed like an eternity Joe was finally flushed out to the satisfaction of the two rubber-clad men. Tom had been to retrieve a large rolled up carrying case come toolbox, the kind of think a plumber or carpenter keeps his equipment in. He also had a very large tin. On the tin Joe could read the word Crisco.
‘Great Tom, can you go and set the chair to medium and then come back here and give me a hand to get our party centre piece here ready?’ Frank asked
‘Sure thing’ answered Tom. Tom disappeared from the room.
‘Right Alan get up and get over here’ Frank ordered
Without looking directly at Frank Alan got up and moved towards his rubber Master. His head bowed and uncomplaining. When he was standing next to Frank the blond man gave his slave a playful but firm squeeze of the crotch. Alan moved uncomfortably but made no noise.
‘Right go and hold his shoulders so he can’t move away from this next discipline. And if you’re a really good boy I’ll allow Joe here to lick you’re cock through your rubber suit. That would be a treat wouldn’t it’ Frank’s tone was patronising
‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Alan snapped and headed to the top of the table where Joe was still laying face down.
Joe felt the touch of his old school bully’s hands make firm contact with his shoulders. Joe flinched.
Frank moved to one side of Joe and made a very slow and theatrical effort at opening the rolled case. Joe watched and his eyes widened as he saw for the first time the contents of the case. The case was made of some kind of canvas and had pockets in which were numerous moulded rubber objects. All these objects were cock shaped and gradually got bigger as the size of the pockets increased.
Oh my God, dildos thought Joe. His heart started to beat faster and his cock grew to a hard-on in milli-seconds.
Tom re-entered the room and smiled at the sight before him.
‘Medium is set and I’ve brought the usual outfit for the chair’ Tom said as he held up a rubber bag.
‘Great. Let’s dress him before preparing him for the chair’ Frank chortled.
Tom emptied the bag on the floor. It contained some rubber clothing and some strap work.
‘Stand up and face Alan’ Frank commanded
Joe quickly got off the table and stood in front of Alan. Frank noticed Joe’s erection and grabbed it.
Joe winced and the pressure that was put upon his aching cock. Frank used the cock to pull him closer to Alan. He rubbed the pre-cum oozing cock head against Alan’s rubber covered crotch.
Joe felt Alan’s cock stir beneath the rubber. Frank let go of the cock and picked up the first item of clothing that Joe was to wear. It was a high necked long-sleeved T-shirt with thin straps that went under the crotch.
Frank indicted to Joe to raise his hands so it could be pulled over his head. Joe felt yet another new sensation as it was carefully placed around his neck and his left arm was eased into the sleeve.
The inside of the T-shirt was covered in some kind of lubricant. His hand and arm shoot through the sleeve and was soon in place, then the right was in place and the shirt was pulled down around his waist. The under-crotch straps were fastened securely at the back of the shirt in the positions a jockstrap would take.
‘Now kiss each other and don’t stop until I say so’ Frank barked
The two boys joined lips and tongues and began to kiss long and hard. THIS WASN’T going to help the state of Joe’s cock one little bit, if anything it would make it worse.
Joe could feel ankle a wrist restraints being buckled into place and a two-inch high rigid collar was affixed round his neck. Then Tom was zipping up a pair of rubber chaps around his legs to complete that part of the outfit. All through the dress ceremony Joe could feel Alan’s ample cock moving inside its rubber haven.
‘Back on the table boy, face down as before’ Frank ordered and slapped Joe’s arse to underline his message.
Joe broke away from his kissing of Alan and moved back onto the table his hard-on no less evident. He soon felt the hands back on his shoulders. He didn’t flinch this time.
‘Do we have any of those textured gloves left?’ Frank asked Tom
‘Yup we do’ was Toms reply as he headed for the cupboard in the corner of the room.
Tom handed Frank an unopened pack of gloves. Frank removed the gloves he was wearing. Joe thought the sound they made was delicious. Frank tore open the new pack of gloves and readied himself to put them on.
The new gloves were short; they would come to about half way along the forearm. The palm, thumb and each finger had a texture moulded into their surface. And of naturally they were black!
Frank slid the gloves on and flexed his fingers inside the new rubber. The next movements were done for Joe’s benefit. The tin was opened and he was shown the contents, a thick white grease.
Frank then plunged two fingers into the can and withdrew them to show Joe a large dollop of grease and where the grease was thinner it made the black rubber beneath glisten.
Frank moved out of Joe’s sight line. Joe braced himself for the inevitable. Tom had also moved behind Joe and was pulling his arse cheeks apart.
The shock Joe expected never came; instead a cool feeling spread out from the first contact of the grease covered rubber finger that gently probed his anus. The nerve endings around his arsehole sent mild shocks of pleasure to his brain and instantaneously straight to his cock.
The pleasure was heightened by the texture of the glove rubbing the delicate lining of Joe’s rectum. This increased further when Frank twisted his finger inside Joe’s arse. Joe closed his eyes and let himself go with the flow of what was happening.
The boy’s hole loosened and Frank was able to work the forefinger of his other hand into the willing orifice. The feeling was sending Joe into space. He wanted more and he didn’t want the magic to stop.
‘Soon be big enough for the training plug at this rate’ Frank stated, ‘can u pass it to me Tom?’
Tom let go of one side of Joe’s arse and reached for one of the pockets on the roll-container. He pulled out a black conical shaped object that tapered back in abruptly at its flat base. The object was about six inches long from tip to base and looked to be about eight inches round.
‘This one?’ enquired Tom
‘Yeah that one will do. If this isn’t too much trouble then I’m sure he will be ready for the chair without having to build up to the next size’ Frank commented
Tom handed the plug to Frank and resumed his position and pulled Joe’s arse cheeks apart again. Frank had freed one hand off and had inserted the first three fingers of one hand into Joe’s sphincter. Joe squirmed about a little as Frank twisted and turned these finger and pushed them deeper into Joe. As quick as a flash Frank pulled out his fingers and had replaced it with a large amount of the already greased plug.
‘Come on boy, open up there, push back on this plug’ Frank urged
The plug was surely too big for Joe but he tried his best to comply with Frank’s wishes. Frank eased off the pressure slightly and allowed Joe to get used to the feeling and size of the object.
‘Easy does it. We’ll have this baby sliding in and out in no time’ Frank murmured softly as he began to increase the pressure again. Joe could feel his arsehole stretch to accommodate the plug and he began to push back against it as though he was trying to shit it out again. It worked. The plug slid into place and Joe felt his sphincter clamp down around the base of the plug and a slight cry of relief come form his mouth.
‘You go and grease the chair Tom I’ll bring our boy through when he has loosened up a bit more’ Frank asked as he handed Tom the tin of Crisco.
‘OK’ Tom replied
‘Now then Joe’ Frank spoke to the prostrate boy.
‘Bury your face into Alan’s crotch and enjoy the freedom you have to do so for a bit. I’m just gonna carry on with the plug end here and get you used to the size by working it in and out for a while. You will soon get used to it and before you know you won’t even notice it’s there’
Joe did as he was told and pushed his face into the willing crotch of Alan taking deep breaths of rubber and stale piss. Joe could feel the cock re-harden and licked the outline of the ample member. Joe could feel the plug being moved around inside his arse. At first there was a very slight pain but this soon moved away and gave itself over to pleasure. True to Frank’s words before he knew it the plug was being pulled out and pushed back in with no discomfort at all.
‘Right my boy I think it’s time for you to take your seat for the party’ Frank announced, ‘Come with me’
Joe got off the table and followed Frank out of the bathroom. Down two fights of stairs to the basement. Joe couldn’t see properly at first, as the room was much darker than the brightly-lit bathroom. Tom was holding the tin of Crisco in one hand and when he heard the movement behind him he stood up away from what he was doing.
‘Behold your seat for the party’ Frank grinned evilly
Joe looked at the contraption in front of him and went pale.
Chapter Ten
Before Joe was a black rubber covered seat. The seat had a high back to it. Neck and bicep manacles were part of its construction. The seat itself was formed from what looked like a low version of a vaulting horse. This had ankle and thigh restraints. Where the seat part joined the back of the chair was what looked like a seat belt from a car.
This all looked daunting enough but the crowning glory is what made Joe go pale. In the middle of the seat was a hole. Pointing skywards from the hole was a very large black dildo. The dildo was covered in bumps and ridges. From under the chair Joe could also see some wires and tubes. Joe gave a loud gasp.
‘Nice eh?’ leered Tom, ‘Best seat in the house for the party and it’s all yours’
‘But before we get you comfortable it’s dressing up time’ Frank chuckled slapping Joe’s arse as he spoke.
Tom threw some items of rubber clothing onto the floor in front of Joe; they landed with a hollow thud. Frank picked over the clothes and separated the pair of waders from a suit. Frank handed Joe the suit. Even with the mounting trepidation that was building inside Joe his first touch of the soft cool rubber sent a thrill through him.
This suit was much lighter than the first one he had encountered. It almost felt paper-thin. As Joe held it up he noticed it had an attached open-faced hood and gloves. It didn’t have feet and the arse was cut out completely. Also it had a cock-ring hole at the front just like the suits of Frank and Tom.
‘OK you will need a hand to get that on’ said
Frank, ‘It’s a tricky one but worth the effort’
Frank instructed Joe to sit on the floor. As he did so he was reminded that he still had the butt-plug up his arse. Via the cut out arse Joe put his feet into the legs and with the help of both Frank and Tom they were pulled up. The thin gauge of the rubber and the tightness of the legs felt sensational.
Next Joe’s upper body and head was sprayed with a slippery lubricant. The two men pulled the opening at the back of the suit up and before Joe knew it he had his head and arms in the suit. Frank pulled Joe’s cock and balls through the hole at the front and gave then a long hard squeeze. This was the first time Joe had been in tight fitting rubber and he couldn’t get over how sexy it made him feel. All he wanted to do was wrap his rubber-gloved hand around his cock and wank himself into oblivion. He knew it wouldn’t be allowed and this made him want to do it even more.
‘Up you get matey, Frank said, ‘Just the waders now and you are ready for the ball Cinderella’
Frank pointed at the waders and Joe bent down to pick them up. As he did so the stench of stale piss his nostrils like an express train. Joe reeled back and retched.
‘You’ll get used to that smell’ laughed Tom
Joe slid his right foot into the first wader. It was cold, damp and clammy. Once he had his foot in place he could feel a small pool of old piss in the boot. The other wader was the same.
Joe stood upright and his entire body was tense. He didn’t like the cold feeling around his feet. Frank stood behind Joe and moved him to face a wall at the far end of the room. Joe’s heart jumped as he saw himself in the mirror that covered the entire wall. Tom came and stood beside Joe and Frank moved to his other side. Three rubber-clad men stood and stared back at Joe from the mirror. Frank and Tom turned to face each other with Joe standing in the middle.
‘We had better warm up our new boy here, he doesn’t seem to like the cold piss inside his waders’ Frank patronised.
Simultaneously Tom and Frank let their rubber-covered hands encircle Joe’s cock and balls. Joe’s balls tightened with the grip and his cock sprang about wildly. It jerked even more when one of the men parted his arse-cheeks and the other pushed the butt-plug further up his hole.
Without Joe noticing both Frank and Tom had slipped their cocks into the top of his waders. Both were letting their bladders empty into the boots. When Joe realised what was happening he threw back his head and gave a loud and satisfied moan. His mind raced.
The feeling of the butt-plug, the tightness of the rubber, the grip of the gloves around his genitals, the two fucken horny men and the warmth and wetness of the slowly filling waders. This combination was too much for him. Before he had time to think anymore he brought his head back and observed the vision in the mirror.
His sphincter clenched and he shot a load of cum with such force he was sure it would smash the glass in front of him. Joe howled with the effort.
Joe’s orgasm subsided and he looked at the mess he had made against the mirror. He then looked at Frank and Tom via their reflections. He looked sheepish.
‘Oops!’ was all Joe could say.
Before anything else could be said Joe was pushed by his neck towards the mirror.
‘It’s yours so you had better lick it up and make the mirror clean again’ There was a hint of spite in Frank’s voice.
Joe did as he was told and was licking the mirror before he realised what he was doing. The taste of his cum was not unpleasant but he hoped it wouldn’t become a habit. He could think of nicer things and tastes that could go in his mouth.
‘Sorry Sirs’ Joe said when he had finished eating his own cum.
‘Oh you will be’ Tom spat.
Joe was roughly scooped off the floor and hauled back towards the chair.
‘Now stand and watch, it’s preview time so you have some idea of what this thing does’ Frank explained with a grin.
He picked up a small control box from beneath the seat. He turned one of the switches and a motor from within the seat whirred into action. The glistening dildo slithered into motion with a slow rhythmic thrust.
‘It can be fully regulated. Depth of penetration and speed. Plus it shoots its own form of cum outta the top; this lubricant makes sure you won’t dry out. Being a machine it won’t respond to you telling it to stop, weather you beg or ask nicely.
Also being a machine it will not stop until switched off’ Frank laughed.
Joe watched mesmerised by the thrusting machine.
‘It has a random memory so it decides the length of the stroke and speed, it has been programmed to bring you to the edge of orgasm and hold you there until it becomes too much to bear and then it stops, lets you calm down and then begins all over again, the dildo is covered in sensors and can detect an impending explosion. It’s not completely cruel, it will allow you to achieve orgasm… eventually’ Frank finished his sentence with a manical laugh.
Tom and frank grabbed Joe before he could protest and led him backwards to the chair. Frank left Tom to hold Joe while he slipped on some outsized rubber-gloves and applied more grease to the dildo.
The butt-plug in Joe’s arse was quickly removed. Frank slapped on some fresh grease and before this sphincter could clamp shut he was hoisted in the air and lowered towards the oversized weapon. Joe let out an ear-piercing scream as the shock of the dildo slid into his rectum.
His neck and biceps were soon strapped and manacled into position. His ankles were next. Tom reached for a gasmask and slipped it over Joe’s head. An odd smell met Joe’s nose and his head began to swim and he felt his arsehole loosen and more of the dildo slid inside.
The straps around the top of his thighs were soon in place. The seatbelt was being pulled tighter and forcing more of the knobbly phallus into the stretching arse, but no screams now, he wanted it in there.
‘There that wasn’t so bad was it’ Frank placated
Joe let out a muffled groan as he breathed deep the scent within the gasmask. He felt relaxed. He wriggled his toes in the piss-filled waders and he felt the blood returning to his slightly softening cock.
Tom had produced a head-harness similar to the one Joe had worn before. This one was only different because it had a canister fitted to the front at nose level.
‘Just the headgear to go and then the party can begin’ said Frank
Tom removed the gasmask and fitted the harness. The ubiquitous funnel was pushed into place and only then did Joe realise what was expected. He was going to be the urinal for the party. His cock hardened to its limit as his head reeled with the smell of the poppers that were in the canister.
As he had this thought he saw Frank flick the switch on the dildo control. It withdrew from his anus slightly and he felt a jet of lubricant being squirted into his lower bowel. Then it began a slow but firm thrust forward. Joe closed his eyes as he gave himself to the machine. It only played with the entrance of his arsehole and Joe’s moans and groans were amplified out of the funnel in his mouth.
‘Go and tell Alan that he can show our guests in now’ Frank asked Tom.
‘Right you are’ Tom saluted and left the room.
Frank moved in front of Joe and smiled. Joe looked up at Frank’s masculine face and then moved his gaze to the beautiful cock that hung between his legs.
‘You are going to enjoy yourself here and I think you’re gonna be a very popular party attraction.
Don’t worry too much I’ll be keeping an eye on you. I don’t want you damaged because I have such plans for you, this is only the beginning of your training’ Frank spoke softly, like a reassuring parent.
Tom re-entered the room followed by Alan. The slave was naked except for a rubber hood with a thick collar and a rubber cock and ball sheath. He held a tray of drinks. Joe strained to see the first of the guests to enter the room.
As Joe had expected he was dressed in full rubber. The man had a nicely defined body and was fingering his cock slowly. He moved into full view of Joe. A few more guys came into the room, all dressed in different combinations of rubber. Some in waders, some in wellies.
There were chaps, jeans, full suits, short suits, T-shirts etc. All in black shiny rubber. Alan shut the door and Joe worked out that there were about thirty guys. As he surveyed the assembled audience it dawned on him that he recognised some of the guys faces, no not some, all. They were ALL customers from bar where he worked. Shit!!
‘Right! Now we are all here let the party begin’ Frank addressed the rubbermen, ‘I hope Alan has taken care of you in the usual manner and are ready for the party to begin. Who wants to be first to use out new toilet?’
‘You start us off Frank’ A cute blond kid suggested
‘OK but I want you all ready to use our boy right after me so form a cue behind me’ Frank indicated what he wanted then to do.
The rubbermen formed a line and Frank turned his attention back to Joe. Joe watched the piss slit of Frank’s cock flare and it seemed like an eternity before the stream of piss made contact with his tongue. Joe swallowed quickly and wondered when it would be his turn to stand in front of a willing victim’s open mouth and fill it with piss. But as the first lot of piss subsided and he watched the next rubber-clad guy take up Frank’s position he didn’t care too much. After all it was Party Time!
The End