Chapter 1
By R8080
“You lost kid?”
The car pulled up alongside Alex, a big 4×4 with the dirt marks to show it was used by a local and not some rich mother dropping her kids off at school.
Alex leant on the frame of his broken road bike and tried to make out the drivers face in the shadow of the car. Alex had taken the Friday off work and spent most of the day out on his bike so he could recover the rest of the weekend.
“Broke some spokes and my battery’s dead,” Alex said.
“Where you going?”
“Kings Forest.”
The driver whistled.
“That’s a long way to push a bike,” he finally said. “Hop in. I’ll take care of you.”
Alex began to protest but realised it would be gone midnight before he made it back. A double century, what an achievement he thought it’d be, cycling two hundred miles in a day only to get wrap a wheel around a fallen branch the far side of the turnpike.
“Come on boy,” the driver said impatiently. “Put your bike in the boot.”
Alex popped the bike in the boot, being careful not to let the muddy wheels touch the oddly clean interior of the car, before opening the passenger door, his cleats clacking the whole time. As the lights came on, he could finally make out the driver. He was a big man. Not fat, Alex doubted there was an ounce of fat on his entire body. No, this was all muscle, the kind you got from working outdoors everyday.
In turn, the driver took a proper look at Alex in his sodden white skinsuit. It was a short sleeve design, with matching overshoes and fingerless gloves. The thick pad between Alex’s legs had soaked up a lot of moisture, hanging and pulling down on the rest of the material until it highlighted the contours of everything down there.
“You’re not getting in here like that,” the driver said, patting his dry seats. “Here, put these on.”
Alex caught the bundle of clothes tossed his way and quickly unfolded them to reveal some form of coveralls. They were white, just like his skin suit, but very thick and heavy by comparison. Opening them out fully he found the logo of a dairy farm splashed across the back explaining the rubbery lining and the inbuilt pads that lined the knees and elbows and other parts of the suit so that it seemed to keep it’s shape without needing a person inside.
“Boy you better hurry up, or I’m going to leave you out here to freeze.”
Taking his cue, Alex lifted a leg of the coveralls but found it had a welly attached to the bottom. The driver tapped the wheel. Alex unclipped one of his cleats and fed his leg into the coveralls. They were cold, coated with the same rubber on the inside as out, but his leg was soon enveloped by the folds. He repeated the procedure with his other foot and soon had the coveralls up around his waist.
Alex pushed his hand into the right arm and found another surprise; attached gloves. They were almost as thick as the rest of the coveralls, letting him bend his fingers only a little.
“Erm,” he said, once he’d got both hands into the gloves and stood staring down at his chest, where the zip rested above his crotch.
“For heaven’s sake boy,” the driver said. “Just get in.”
Alex clumsily picked up his cleats and dropped them into the footwell before clambering in himself. The coveralls squeaked and moaned as he reached for the door handle, fingers slipping against the sill.
With a sigh, the driver got out of the car and walked round. Standing he appeared even taller to Alex. The man was clad in a suit that seemed to be similar, only it included a web of straps. Alex guessed they must be for working with various machinery around the farm but said nothing.
The driver pushed Alex back against the seat and ran his hand over Alex’s lycra-clad chest beneath the coveralls. His fingers brushed against Alex’s cold nipples, standing out against the material.
“See boy, I told you it was cold out there,” he said.
Pulling the zip up, Alex was sealed into the coveralls. The driver pulled an open-face hood that Alex hadn’t even noticed over his head. It was padded, like the rest of the suit, and clipped into the collar of the rest of the coveralls. Almost instantly Alex felt himself begin to warm.
Buckling Alex in tight, the driver looked down at Alex’s hands in the thick gloves and frowned.
“Can I trust you not to fidget boy?” he asked.
“Of course sir,” Alex said.
And with that the driver seemed satisfied. Alex watched the driver walk, the way his suit pulled and moved under the straps as he passed in front of the headlights and felt his groin stir. Not now he thought. He’d already slipped slightly, calling the older man sir. Hopefully this old-fashioned farmer wouldn’t figure him for what he was and abandon him even further out in the middle of nowhere.
Soon they were driving but Alex felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw the local TV mast recede in the wrong direction. His hands, which he’d kept motionless in his lap, had begun to twitch.
“Goddammit boy, I said no fidgeting,” the driver said angrily.
“I’m sorry sir, but… Kings Forest is the other side of the city and we seem to be heading further out.”
“Damn straight. I’m not driving through that cesspool this time of night. No. You’re coming back to my house. You can charge your phone and fix your bike tomorrow in the light.”
Alex felt his stomach drop. He turned and tried to point at his bike, to show it was beyond repair, but suddenly found himself flung against the seatbelt as the driver slammed on the brakes. The man was furious, throwing open his door and disappearing from view. Alex heard the boot open, his bike and other items being moved and then the passenger door opened.
A thin line of sweat had begun to trickle down Alex’s head from the hood, a mixture of the heat trapped form his body along with something new. Fear.
The driver dropped a pile of straps on Alex’s lap, muttering angrily to himself as he sorted through them. Alex tried to remain motionless.
“Stupid city boys. Coming out here. Not appreciating when a proper man tries to take care of them. Forgetting the rules. They need discipline. A firm hand.”
“Please sir,” Alex said. “I can go now. I’m sorry for any offence caused.”
The driver stopped his muttering and looked sharply into Alex’s eyes. He raised one of the straps, a long piece of rubber made from the same material of the suit with a thick buckle at each end and two smaller loops in the middle. Alex let his eyes flick between the driver and the strap.
“You’re going to learn a bit of respect boy. You’re going to learn to follow a mans orders. I know your kind. I know you need this.”
Alex hung his head in shame. The driver lifted both of Alex’s arms and buckled the strap around Alex’s chest and the car seat. Then he brought Alex’s hands down, one of by one, and placed them through one of the loops, before pulling it tight like a zip-cuff. When it was done, Alex was sitting like a dog in the begging position, both hands raised against his chest with his hands raised by his shoulders.
“Have you ever lain with a man boy?” the driver asked.
“No sir,” Alex said.
The slap was vicious. The heavy rubber of the driver’s glove stung Alex’s cheek and left his eyes watering.
“Don’t lie to me boy.”
“Yes. Yes sir. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry you lied or sorry you need a man to make you cum?”
Alex stammered, his face turning a bright red to match the handprint on his cheek.
“If you can’t use your mouth to tell the truth, then you don’t deserve to use it at all,” the driver said.
Before Alex could realise what he meant, the driver had slipped a monstrous gag into his mouth. A leather panel covered his mouth, with a thin wedge protruding inwards, pushing his tongue down. The driver looped the thick strap of the gag around the back of his head, before buckling it at the front.
Alex was crying freely now as the driver nodded in approval and returned to the drivers seat. Soon they were on their way again, Alex sitting in absolute silence.
Chapter 2
The farmhouse was nestled at the end of a very long road. A collection of outbuildings surrounded the main building, a large two storey stone building. Perimeter lights kicked on as they approached, the heavy duty flood lights illuminating everything around the inner courtyard.
They pulled up alongside a tractor, the yellow and green shining brightly in the artificial sunlight, and Alex lost sight of the driver as he got out of the car. A few minutes later he returned, opening the passenger door and looking at Alex’s motionless form. Finally he ungagged Alex, letting the rubber wedge escape Alex’s lips with a wet plop.
“Have you learnt your lesson boy?”
“Yes sir,” Alex said.
“And if I let you out, will you do what I say?”
“Yes sir.”
The driver released the strap from around Alex’s chest and the seat, but left his hands secured in the two loops. As he helped Alex out of the car, Alex had his first proper look at the farmyard. The gate to the road looked sturdy and even from here Alex could make out the heavy padlock. But the fence to the side was low, Alex reckoned he could vault it and escape through the fields. How far was it back to the road, a mile? Maybe two?
The driver was waiting. If Alex ran he would soon find himself bogged down in the muddy fields. Not to mention the bright white coveralls would make him stand out in the floodlights.
“In,” the driver finally said, when he was quite sure Alex wasn’t going to run.
Alex entered the farmhouse and stopped, waiting next to a large oak table. The room was plain and utilitarian. Most of the ground floor was taken up by a single room, with a fire roaring along the main wall and a small kitchen in one corner. The table, a small sofa and recliner partitioned the rest of the room up into various areas.
The driver entered and began peeling his rubber coveralls down to his waist. The straps that he wore over the top fell to the flagstones. Underneath he wasn’t wearing anything, only his hard and well-used muscles showing. He tied the arms of the coveralls about his waist.
Alex, following the drivers’ lead, started to unzip his own coveralls as the heat of the fire was causing him to sweat even more. He had just managed to angle his still-restrained hands into position when the driver smacked him angrily in the face again.
“Are you dense boy?”
“No Sir.”
“Did I tell you to remove your clothes? Did I say you could strip naked in my presence like the little queer that you are?”
“No Sir.”
“I was going to feed you,” the driver said, looking at the kitchen area and causing Alex’s stomach to growl, “but now I don’t think you deserve even that.”
“Please Sir,” Alex said, hating the whining tone of his own voice. “I promise I won’t act like a queer.”
The driver looked Alex up and down.
“How can I be sure of that? How do I know you won’t get ideas in your head during the night about putting your seed inside of me?”
“I’m not like that Sir.”
“No?”
“No Sir. I… I’m a receiver Sir. A sub.”
The driver laughed and Alex hung his head in shame.
“I know what you are boy,” the driver said, still laughing. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. Twink like you, out in his skins. Heck, the moment I gave you those coveralls I knew you were a closeted rubberboi.”
The driver stepped closer and Alex flinched at his touch over the rubber overalls.
“You be a good boy and I’ll see you’re fed and watered and returned home. And maybe you’ll enjoy yourself in the process. Are you going to be a good boi for me?”
Alex nodded. The driver slowly released Alex from the original chest strap, letting the boi’s hands return to his sides. As the hood was pulled back Alex felt the heat from his body escape in a rush and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh don’t get too comfy boi,” the driver said.
The coveralls were unzipped and pulled down to Alex’s feet. His cycling skinsuit, previously wet from the rain, was now soaked with his own sweat. The coveralls piled up around his feet.
Stepping behind Alex, the driver placed a meaty hand between Alex’s legs, cupping his padded bulge, and lifted him bodily out of the coveralls and the wellies. Alex felt like putty in the mans hands. The driver didn’t set Alex down, instead he hoisted Alex over his shoulder and began heading upstairs.
They passed a tiled wet room, and a large master bedroom with an even larger four posted bed, before the driver used his foot to open the door to the last room off of the hallway. He dropped Alex onto a padded table and left without a word.
Alex picked himself up and looked around, feeling like a kid at Christmas, as he took in the sights. Whips, paddles, hoods, instruments Alex had only seen in the catalogues of the more specialist online stores lined the walls. Quietly opening a set of mirrored cupboards he found suits and clothes more numerous than he could count hanging up, waiting to be used.
Alex closed the cupboard doors and had a shock as he saw the driver standing there in the reflection. He had changed, wearing leather breeches and a sleeveless rubber top. Knee high boots made of polished rubber matched the rubber gauntlets covering his arms up to his elbows.
Alex stood like a deer, frozen in the headlights, as the driver walked up to him.
“You will call me Sir or Master, boi. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” Alex said and the words felt so good coming out of his mouth.
“Strip.”
Alex pulled his skinsuit off and let it pile up on the floor. He was completely naked, his growing cock hidden beneath his hands, but his rubber master knocked his hands apart and gripped his balls in a tight fist.
Alex groaned in pain and tried to pull back, but his master just gripped harder.
“These are mine boi. To do with as I please. While you are in my house you will only wear what I tell you to wear and you will only do what I tell you to do.”
“I understand.” The grip tightened on his balls. “Sir.”
The master opened one of the cupboards and began hunting through for something.
“I can’t trust you yet,” the master said, talking to himself. “You’re like a puppy. You need to be trained. Isn’t that right boi?”
“Yes Sir,” Alex said, hanging his head.
“Yes Sir, what?”
“Yes Sir, I need to be trained.”
The suit the master returned with was all black but looked far too small. The arms and legs weren’t nearly long enough for Alex’s own and he became worried.
“Get up,” the master said, tapping the table.
Alex knelt on the table and watched his master lay out the rubber suit beneath him. The master guided a knee into the first leg and pulled the rubber sleeve up until Alex’s ankle was against his ass. He repeated the process with his other leg and Alex was now unable to stand up. There was padding in the knees and Alex shifted until the rubber sat well.
The master began tugging the rubber along Alex’s chest. Soon it reached his shoulders. Taking a hand, the master folded each of Alex’s arms and similarly put them in the suit. Running the zip along his back, Alex was completely secured in the rubber, confined to all fours.
Alex felt his masters hand run down his rubber covered back, stroking his new flesh, before it pressed down on his rubber ass and he sat like a dog.
His master stood before him but Alex’s gaze was focused on the heavy leather collar in the mans hands. It was thick and had several chrome rings set in to it. The master held it up.
“Boi, when I put this on you, it will signify the beginning of your training.”
Alex looked into His eyes and knew he meant every word.
“I will be hard on you because that is what a rubberboi needs. You will learn to obey My commands and do what I tell you to do.”
Alex was nodding his head. He knew he needed it. He knew he would do anything his Master told him just so he could please a real Man.
“Please Sir,” Alex said, licking his dry lips, “make me your rubberboi.”
The collar locked into place with a heavy click and Alex kissed his Masters gloved hand. His Master lifted him gently from the table, attached a leash to the collar, and lead him towards his new life.
Chapter 3
“Sit,” his Master said and Alex put his rubber-covered ass on the ground.
They were back in the kitchen. The heavy rubber overalls Alex had worn when he first arrived were still in a heap by the door. Alex felt his dick grow as he saw them again and he tried to touch himself with his elbows in their rubber sleeves.
“Leave your bone boi.”
Alex looked up quickly at his Master’s face and let his rubber paws drop to his sides.
“Good boi.”
His master scratched him behind his ears and Alex eagerly licked at the sleeve of the gloves he wore. He could taste the gauntlets in his mouth as his Master moved his hand around to his face and he began to suck harder. The rubber was thick, hard, but he could feel the heat beneath.
“Chow time,” the Master said.
He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s mouth and began opening cupboard doors. He took down two silver bowls. Alex watched as He filled one with water and the other with some kind of oats mixture. Setting them down, his Master looked at Alex.
“Do you want to eat boi?” He asked.
“Yes Sir,” Alex said.
“Pups can’t use human words boi. Do you want to eat?”
Alex didn’t even hesitate. He let out a little woof and then another, louder and more excited as he saw his Master smile. He looked quickly, from the bowls to his Master, and woofed again, letting his tongue hang out.
He’d never even thought of pup-play as a thing. All the videos online, it looked childish. Grown men, running around on all fours and barking at bones. But now Alex didn’t have a care in the world. Covered in rubber gimp suit, his neck locked in a heavy collar and a man making him bark for food, Alex was freer than he’d ever been in his entire life.
His Master nodded and Alex charged at the bowl, making a sloppy mess as he crunched through the kibble. The bowl was wide and deep and he could reach most of the food, pushing it up against the edges and using his tongue to lap it up. Drinking posed a different problem and soon Alex was slurping at the water, trying to get a decent mouthful.
He didn’t notice his Master had moved behind him until he was almost finished and he felt the cool air reach his ass. His Master was opening the rear zipper on his suit and Alex whimpered softly. He’d been fucked before, but it was never an enjoyable experience for him.
“Shh, easy boi,” his Master said, running a hand over his ass. “Don’t worry.”
Alex felt the pressure of the butt plug and momentarily relaxed, allowing it to probe deeper. His Master had used plenty of lube and he worked it in, slowly, pushing in and out, deeper each time. Alex put his head on the stone floor in between the bowls and let out a deep breath.
The plugged slipped in and his sphincter gripped it around the base. The zip was closed and he stood up on his elbows. The plug felt weird, oddly heavy and as he moved it seemed to take on a life of its own. He turned to look and felt the heavy rubber tail attached to the plug slap against his ass.
“Woof,” Alex barked and he smiled.
“Come boi,” his Master said.
They walked towards the living area of the downstairs space, Alex waddling along as quickly as he could beside his Master’s booted feet. His Master sat on the end of the large couch and patted the spot beside him.
Alex managed to hop up eventually, after a few tries, and stood haphazardly on the couch. His Master put a thick finger through one of the loops on the front of his collar and pulled him closer. Alex flopped against the cushions and his head rested in his Masters lap. He looked up at the Man who had taken him in.
“Are you a good boi?” He asked.
Alex woofed happily and wriggled his ass, getting comfy on the couch and enjoying the feeling of the tail moving with a mind of its own.
“Good bois get a bone, don’t they?”
Alex woofed again, his excitement growing along with his dick.
“Do you want to suck my bone boi?”
Alex didn’t even stop to woof. He buried his face in his Master’s leather breeches, his hot breach making the leather sweaty, and he pressed harder, eager to get at the treat within. His Master pushed Alex’s head away and pulled down the zips on either side of the sailor-like front of his breeches, letting the flap fold down to reveal the most amazing cock Alex had ever seen.
“Suck my bone,” He said, and Alex went to work.
He took the entire nine inches in his mouth, letting his spit collect before working it in with his tongue. He ran his tongue over the ridges, feeling the blood pound within. He sucked at the tip, the circumcised end bobbing against his lips.
Alex came up for air and began kissing the balls that hung beneath. They were full, ready and powerful and Alex took each one into his mouth, tugging on it as his Master’s entire body shivered beneath him.
“Good boi,” his Master was saying, over and over, running a rubber hand through his hair. “Good boi, that’s it.”
Alex took his Master’s cock into his mouth again and felt the tip press against the back of his throat. He looked up at his Master. He looked up into those powerful eyes and he let out a tiny whimper from around the edge of the cock.
“Yes boi, now!” his Master said.
Alex sucked. He felt his Master’s body shudder and then the first great globules of cum erupt into his mouth. He kept on sucking, swallowing every morsel of jizz his Master gave him, until he had cleaned the cock completely and sat back, panting heavily.
For the longest time they lay there. His Master breathing heavily, his cock going flaccid but retaining it’s length. Alex resting his head against the leather of his Master’s leg, his tongue hanging out, the last vestiges of cum collecting at the corners of his mouth.
Finally, his Master stood, gently setting Alex’s head down on the couch. He zipped up his fly and smiled at his boi. Alex made to move, but He held up a hand and Alex stayed, lying on the couch.
When He returned, Alex had fallen asleep. A day of riding followed by the intensity of the last few hours had robbed him of much of his energy. When Alex woke up, he was staring into the face of a dog.
The hood was made from the same rubber as the suit he was wearing. It looked like the face of dog complete with a snout and even little ears that stuck out on top. His Master held it up and Alex looked at it, before looking at the man holding it.
“We’re going to bed now boi,” He said. “I’m going to put you in your hood and you will spend the night like this. If you’re a good boi, in the morning I’ll let you out.”
It wasn’t a question, it was just a statement and Alex felt a lump rise in his throat behind the leather collar. He was nervous and afraid, his arms and legs would be sore come morning and he would not be able to leave if he decided to. But eventually he nodded and his Master smiled.
Alex bent his head forward and felt the rubber press against his skin. It was cool but soon warmed against his flesh. The eyes snapped into place and suddenly Alex could see again. He felt his Master tug at the back of the hood. As the zip sealed him in the rubber closed in tighter and he tried opening his mouth. The rubber muzzle opened with him and he woofed in delight.
His Master stood up and admired his handiwork. In only a few hours he’d taken a city boy and turned him into a pup a Rubber Master could be proud of. He reached down and lifted Alex under his legs and chest, cradling him like a dog in his arms.
Alex loved the feeling of being lifted in his rubber suit and nuzzled his face against his Masters strong chest. Together they headed upstairs and into the master bedroom Alex had passed earlier, back when all he was wearing was a sodden skinsuit and was worried he’d made a bad decision. Now he found himself dozing in the arms of his owner.
In the bedroom, his Master sat Alex down and Alex looked around. The four-poster bed was big, huge even and each of the heavy posts had iron rings set into them.
Before Alex could even think about hopping on to it though, his Master pulled out a heavy metal cage that had been hidden beneath and Alex found himself backing up. The cage, while not overly small, was sturdy and had a heavy padlock on the door.
His Master opened the door and pointed inside.
Alex looked in, looked at the foam mat on the bottom and the heavy chain that rested next to the pillow inside, and shook his head. If his Master was angry, he didn’t show it.
“Are you a good boi?” He said gently, and Alex felt his fear lessen as he nodded.
His Master patted the top of the cage.
“You’re going to sleep in here boi. You will be safe, I promise I will always keep you safe. I will let you out in the morning, you have my word.”
The Master touched the cage again and Alex took a step forwards, the knee pad of his rubber suit dragging along the thick carpet. He looked up and his Master nodded and he took another step.
“Good boi,” He said once Alex was inside.
He reached through the bars of the cage and attached the heavy chain to the ring at the front of Alex’s collar. Alex lay on his side and felt the weight tug at his neck. He could see his Master now, taking off the rubber and leather he wore.
His dick got hard again in its rubber prison and he started playing with it. He heard his Master’s voice from above.
“Leave your bone boi,” He said. “If you don’t cum all night, there’ll be a surprise for you in the morning.”
Alex reluctantly gave up. He heard the bed groan as his Master lay down.
“Good night boi,” He said.
Alex let out a gentle woof as the lights went out. It didn’t take him long to feel his eyes begin to get heavy. He fell into the deepest sleep he’d ever had and didn’t wake until morning.
Chapter 4
“Morning boi.”
Alex looked up as he heard the heavy padlock of the cage being removed and the door opened. He backed out, and his neck was tugged by the thick chain he was still attached to. His Master crawled into the cage as Alex panicked in his early morning haze.
It all came back to him as his Master straddled him in the small confines of the cage and kissed him deeply through the rubber dog mask. His cycling, the journey to the farm. He let his arms, bent double in the gimp suit, touch along his Master’s side.
Unlocking His boi, Alex’s Master helped him out of the cage and gently began extracting Alex from his predicament. He pulled the tail out of Alex’s ass, the attached butt plug now dry. Alex sighed into his hood as he felt the invader vanish. Unzipping the suit, Alex felt the cold rush of air against his skin and shivered as the suit dropped away. He stretched his arms as they were freed, the tired muscles enjoying their new range of motion.
Soon he was standing before his Master. The rubber hood was pulled from his head and Alex was smiling beneath. His Master leaned in and kissed him again.
“Come boi.”
Alex fingered the heavy collar on his neck, but his Master had already turned away towards the bathroom. Alex followed him in. They showered together, Alex’s arms recovering as his Master massaged the life back into them before moving on to his shoulders, then his lower back. His Master stood behind him and wrapped his heavy arms around Alex.
“I promised I’d get you back to the city,” He whispered into Alex’s ear. “But it’s Saturday. I’m betting you don’t need to get home until Sunday evening.”
Alex shivered in his Master’s embrace. It was true. He had no plans, no one he had to meet. He turned, still within the circle made by his Master’s arms, and nodded.
“Would you like to stay, boi?”
Alex just smiled and before his Master could do anything, he was sinking to his knees, the hot water of the shower still splashing over them both. He took his Master’s cock into his mouth once more.
“Good boi,” his Master said, gripping the collar around Alex’s neck and pulling him in closer, pushing His cock in deeper. Alex sucked at it, his mind in ecstasy and his entire world reduced to servicing the Man who had taken him in.
His Master pushed him away before he could cum and instead shot his load over Alex’s face. Alex opened his mouth to catch as much as he could. It mixed with the water from the shower and dripped from his lips.
Washing off his face, Alex followed his Master out and they both spent far too long drying each other’s body. Alex’s collar fell to the floor when it was finally unlocked.
Alex let his hands run over his Master’s body. He was strong and powerful from a lifetime of working on a farm and controlling runaway bois. The muscles were tight and they flexed as Alex let the towel collect the last drops of moisture. He kissed his Master’s abdomen as he finished.
“Are you ready to earn your keep boi?” his Master said.
“Yes Sir.”
His Master began dressing as Alex remained kneeling on the floor. He pulled on a pair of tight leather breeches with a wide belt. He finished buttoning up a cream leather shirt and pointed at a shoerack in the corner.
“Fetch the Dehners boi,” He said.
Alex hurried to the corner, still on his hands and knees, and stopped. He looked back over his shoulder.
“The tall black ones,” his Master said.
Picking them up, Alex came back to his Masters feet and held the first shoe out. His Master put his foot in and pushed, using Alex’s bare thigh to press against. Alex’s dick grew hard and rubbed against the heel of the leather.
He stood and Alex sat back on his haunches, taking in the sight. He was beautiful. Alex let his hands fall to his cock and suddenly found himself flat on his back.
“You do not play with yourself without my permission boi,” He said. Alex gulped and nodded. “I know you’re horny but little bois like you need to remember that these,” He said placing a boot against Alex’s balls but not squeezing them, “belong to Me now.”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”
“Good boi,” He said.
He pulled Alex up from the floor with one hand and held His boi close. Alex nestled against his Master’s strong shoulders and felt his fear recede as quickly as it had come. Tough love. It was what he needed. His Master stroked his hair slowly.
“Let’s get you ready for work,” his Master finally said.
He lead Alex to the playroom he’d gone to the night before. Alex stood next to the table in the middle, completely naked, while his Master rummaged through the cupboards and drawers once more. The pile of rubber and leather grew as Alex watched and waited.
“Suit first.”
He held out a neck entry rubbersuit and Alex sat on the edge of the table and began working his legs into the opening. It passed his hips quickly but it was difficult to get his arms in. His Master helped, pulling the neck wider and first one arm, then the other found their way to the ends of the sleeves and into the attached gloves.
As the suit snapped to over his shoulders Alex stretched his body, flexing his cyclist’s build beneath the rubber. A rubber hood quickly followed, the seam tucking into the neck of the suit.
His Master stood waiting, setting a heavy bundle of leather straps on the floor. It resembled a jockstrap-come-harness with a thick leather belt and a leather codpiece in the front that split into two much longer straps at the back.
“Come here boi,” He said.
Alex walked over and, at a nod from his Master, stepped into the centre. His Master lifted up the leather belt and tightened it around Alex’s waist. The longer straps at the back passed over Alex’s shoulder and buckled in the front. His Master pulled on them to make sure the harness was secure.
Next was a tall posture collar and Alex held his head high as his Master tightened it around his neck. It forced his chin up high and prevented him from turning his head.
“Open wide.”
Alex tasted the cold steel on his lips and tried to pull away but one of his Master’s strong hands gripped the back of his head and kept him still as the steel bit was pushed firmly into his mouth. It was connected to a bridle that He began to buckle up. A strap went around his head and was buckled tightly. It had two pieces at the front which connected to the corners of the bit and a final leather strap that went under his chin and across the top of his head.
When it was all secure, Alex could only open his mouth a little. He looked at himself in the large mirrors.
“You make a magnificent ponyboy,” his Master said. “Only a few bits left to go.”
Taking his boi’s hands, the Master snapped a thick leather cuff around each wrist which he then linked together with a short chain behind Alex’s back. With his hands tied behind him, Alex could only watch and wait.
He couldn’t imagine what else was left until he saw the tail. Unlike the doggy one he’d become familiar with last night, this one had a full plume of real looking horse hair hanging from it. His attention though was drawn to the plug. It was far larger than anything he’d taken so far.
His Master guided him to the table and bent him over carefully, until the buckles at the front of his harness pressed into the top of the table. Between the posture collar and his wrist restrains, Alex couldn’t see or do anything.
Alex felt his Master’s boots gently nudge his legs apart and then the cool air as a zip was opened above his ass crack. He tried to breath, nice and slow, as he felt the lubed finger probe his hole. As the silicone plug touched his skin he let out a moan out around the metal bit. It was big and hard and Alex began to think he could never take the whole thing in.
His stomach started hurting and his legs were trembling but he could feel his Master behind him, using his own crotch to press the tail in.
“Good boi,” his Master said. “There we go. That’s my boi.”
Alex wiggled his ass awkwardly as the plug reached its final destination. He could feel it pressing against his prostate, driving his body mad. The attached hairs fell down past his knees.
He went to rise but his Master pressed a hand to his back.
“Stay there boi, we’re not done yet.”
At first Alex thought it was a boot. His rubber-foot entered the long leg but soon it met a very sharp heel. A metal bar pressed down against the top of his foot and when he set it down it forced him to walk on tiptoes.
“It’s a hoof-boot,” his Master said, working on the second shoe. “A ponyboy walks on his toes, just like a real pony. The heal and bar make sure you walk properly. There we go, try that.”
Alex stood and took a few tentative steps, his arms still bound behind his back. He couldn’t even look down at his new feet. He teetered but his Master caught him.
“We’ll work on that,” He said. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Chapter 5
Outside the Sun had already begun to rise and the rain of the previous night was nowhere to be seen.
Alex stood on the threshold of the kitchen. The leather harness was squeezing the rubber suit he was wearing, keeping him constantly horny, but with his hands bound behind his back there was nothing he could do to get relief.
His Master appeared in his vision holding a small bag. The posture collar around Alex’s neck prevented him from looking at anything except what his Master wanted him to. His Master looped a finger through one of the heavy rings in the collar and tugged Alex forwards, out of the house.
Alex took a cautious step outside, the metal of the hoof boot biting into the top of his foot. Already he could feel his legs burning with the effort of standing on his tip toes.
“No one will see you,” his Master said, answering Alex’s unasked question. “It’s you and me boi. You’ll learn that you can only be free when you’re under my control.”
“Yes Sir,” Alex tried to say, but the metal bit gag across his mouth made the words sound like a muffled gurgle.
His Master leaned in and kissed him as they walked across the yard, his tongue probing around the metal to reach Alex’s own, and Alex nearly tripped on the gravel. His hand caught the boy, knocking the tail plug buried deep in his ass and Alex shivered as He drove it in deeper. Alex’s arousal did not go unnoticed.
They reached a covered barn and his Master opened the door and motioned Alex inside, locking the door shut after them.
Alex stood nervously waiting. He used one boot to paw at the soft sand and realised he had slipped into the pony headspace without even thinking about it. He couldn’t see what his Master was doing, but Alex could feel the big man step up behind him and begin playing with the posture collar. Soon He stepped back and Alex saw the rope play out between them, clipped to the ring on the front of his collar.
“Here’s the deal big boi,” He said to Alex. “You’ve got to learn to walk before you can canter, literally in this case. So start walking.”
He flicked the rope and Alex took a step on the sand, his feet unsteady. His Master stood in the middle of the ring and tugged at the rope, urging Alex on. He watched every motion Alex made, studying the boi like the rubber-covered animal he was.
“Knees higher. I want to see those thighs parallel to the ground. Better. Keep your back straight. No, no, stick that butt out boi, you’ve got a tail now, let me see it.”
Alex tried his best. After an hour the boots, while still painful, had become almost normal and he began to improve his form. He let out an oomph around the gag when the whip first licked at his ass and sent a jolt of pain through the rubber.
His Master held the long whip and gently flicked it again, forcing Alex to drive more focus into his stance.
“Trot boi,” his Master commanded.
The boots began kicking up little divots of sand as Alex picked up his pace. He could feel the sweat begin pooling in the rubber and his breathing increased around the metal gag. As soon as he slowed down though, his Master would flick His whip and Alex would pick up his speed again. Finally, when he thought he could take no more, he felt the rope pull him in towards the centre of the circle and nearly fell into the arms of his Master at long last.
“Beautiful boi,” his Master said.
He unclipped the harness from Alex’s head and pulled the leather away, removing the attached metal bit gag from the boi’s mouth in the process. Alex’s tongue hung out as he panted, saliva spilling down the rubber hood and onto the suit.
“That’s my boi,” his Master said.
He tied the rope from Alex’s collar to a central post, pulling it tight until all Alex could see was the wood before him, and then He disappeared from view. Alex continued breathing hard, letting his heart rate come down as he rested against the post. The neck of the bottle touched his lips and Alex began gulping down the cool water.
“Easy boi. Training is over for today.”
An apple slice appeared before Alex, held in his Master’s leather gloves and his stomach gave a rumble.
“Hungry boi?”
Alex nodded his head as best he could while still in the posture collar. He opened his mouth as wide as he could before his chin hit the thick leather and his Master let the apple touch Alex’s lips briefly before pulling it away. The apple was sweet and juicy and was the first thing Alex had tasted that wasn’t his Master’s cock.
A piece of fruit was turning him on. The thought of being fed like an animal by a powerful man, tethered to a post while in rubber. It was too much for Alex and he began begging his Master for it.
His Master put the fruit in his own mouth and kissed Alex, letting the boi pluck the fruit out with his tongue.
Alex chewed happily after their lips separated.
“What are you willing to do boi to get another little treat?”
“Anything Sir,” Alex said.
The rope from Alex’s collar to the post was only a few inches long and he tried to turn his head but came up short as he watched his Master move out of sight again.
“Anything?” his Master said from behind him. “Tell your Master what you’re prepared to do for a reward.”
Alex felt the pressure on his ass as his Master pulled the pony tail out, the attached butt plug following with a plop. Alex rested his head against the post, breathing deeply. He’d only just gotten used to the silicone invaders but now he knew his Master was getting ready to show him the real thing.
“Use my ass,” Alex said quietly, licking his lips.
“Say it properly boi.”
“Please Sir, use my ass.”
“Say it with meaning.”
“Fuck my ass Sir. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me Sir.”
His Master didn’t wait. Alex felt his master’s dick enter his hole, buried deep up to His balls. Alex let out a sudden breath and moaned against the post at the sudden intrusion. It had felt big in his mouth, but as his ass muscles clenched around the shaft, Alex realised just how big his Master’s dick was.
And how much pleasure it could bring him.
“You’re a good ponyboy,” his Master said, reaching around and massaging Alex’s balls in their rubbery prison.
“Thank you Sir.”
“And good ponyboys get bred.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Say it.”
“Breed me Sir. Your ponyboy needs your seed inside of him.”
His Master shoved himself against Alex repeatedly, pushing Alex’s body against the post, until finally he gripped Alex tight and let out a moan that rivalled His rubberboi’s own. Alex felt the waves of the orgasm rush through his Master and into his ass. Alex began humping himself, pushing against the post to try and get himself off but his Master gripped his balls tighter and Alex stopped.
Pulling out, his Master quickly re-plugged Alex’s hole, trapping His juices in His boi’s ass. Alex was a shaking mess, his body aching from the pony gear and the exercise but most of all his Master’s affection.
Feeling his arms unclipped, Alex brought them forwards, rolling his shoulders to get the blood pumping again. When the rope was untied, he stumbled trying to keep his balance. He felt his legs shift and then found himself in the arms of his Master once more. Alex let his head rest in the crook of the big man’s arms.
“You’ve done well today boi,” He said, carrying Alex out of the barn.
Alex smiled in his rubber hood. He ran his hands over his Master’s chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the leather shirt. His Master lifted him closer and they kissed as they walked back across the yard.
Inside, they continued upstairs and straight into the playroom. The posture collar was removed quickly and Alex enjoyed the ability to watch his Master at work. He hadn’t realised how restrictive it had truly been until it was gone, and yet he almost missed it. The control it gave his Master over him.
The leather harness followed afterwards and then Alex felt the tugging on his feet as both hoof boots were removed. Setting his feet down flat, the tendons in his ankles screamed at him and he quickly leant against the edge of the table to take the weight off of them, until the plug made it’s presence known as it was pushed deeper into his ass causing an involuntary game of hopping from feet to ass.
His Master carefully raised Alex up and laid him down on the padded surface of the table. Alex lay back in his rubber suit and enjoyed the relief.
“This morning was good boi,” his Master said and before Alex could relax fully he felt the cuff on his right wrist pulled to the side. A metallic snap later and it was locked tight.
His Master repeated the process with Alex’s other wrist and both ankles. Alex was now secured on the table, able to squirm but completely at his Master’s mercy.
“I’m going to leave you for a little while now,” his Master said. “I suggest you get some rest. You’ll need your strength for this evening.”
And with that, Alex saw the eye holes of a gas mask appear overhead. He lifted his head automatically, felt the thick rubber seal against his face and then the straps pulled tight.
He took a breath and heard the click of the valves as he breathed in and out.
By R8080
“You lost kid?”
The car pulled up alongside Alex, a big 4×4 with the dirt marks to show it was used by a local and not some rich mother dropping her kids off at school.
Alex leant on the frame of his broken road bike and tried to make out the drivers face in the shadow of the car. Alex had taken the Friday off work and spent most of the day out on his bike so he could recover the rest of the weekend.
“Broke some spokes and my battery’s dead,” Alex said.
“Where you going?”
“Kings Forest.”
The driver whistled.
“That’s a long way to push a bike,” he finally said. “Hop in. I’ll take care of you.”
Alex began to protest but realised it would be gone midnight before he made it back. A double century, what an achievement he thought it’d be, cycling two hundred miles in a day only to get wrap a wheel around a fallen branch the far side of the turnpike.
“Come on boy,” the driver said impatiently. “Put your bike in the boot.”
Alex popped the bike in the boot, being careful not to let the muddy wheels touch the oddly clean interior of the car, before opening the passenger door, his cleats clacking the whole time. As the lights came on, he could finally make out the driver. He was a big man. Not fat, Alex doubted there was an ounce of fat on his entire body. No, this was all muscle, the kind you got from working outdoors everyday.
In turn, the driver took a proper look at Alex in his sodden white skinsuit. It was a short sleeve design, with matching overshoes and fingerless gloves. The thick pad between Alex’s legs had soaked up a lot of moisture, hanging and pulling down on the rest of the material until it highlighted the contours of everything down there.
“You’re not getting in here like that,” the driver said, patting his dry seats. “Here, put these on.”
Alex caught the bundle of clothes tossed his way and quickly unfolded them to reveal some form of coveralls. They were white, just like his skin suit, but very thick and heavy by comparison. Opening them out fully he found the logo of a dairy farm splashed across the back explaining the rubbery lining and the inbuilt pads that lined the knees and elbows and other parts of the suit so that it seemed to keep it’s shape without needing a person inside.
“Boy you better hurry up, or I’m going to leave you out here to freeze.”
Taking his cue, Alex lifted a leg of the coveralls but found it had a welly attached to the bottom. The driver tapped the wheel. Alex unclipped one of his cleats and fed his leg into the coveralls. They were cold, coated with the same rubber on the inside as out, but his leg was soon enveloped by the folds. He repeated the procedure with his other foot and soon had the coveralls up around his waist.
Alex pushed his hand into the right arm and found another surprise; attached gloves. They were almost as thick as the rest of the coveralls, letting him bend his fingers only a little.
“Erm,” he said, once he’d got both hands into the gloves and stood staring down at his chest, where the zip rested above his crotch.
“For heaven’s sake boy,” the driver said. “Just get in.”
Alex clumsily picked up his cleats and dropped them into the footwell before clambering in himself. The coveralls squeaked and moaned as he reached for the door handle, fingers slipping against the sill.
With a sigh, the driver got out of the car and walked round. Standing he appeared even taller to Alex. The man was clad in a suit that seemed to be similar, only it included a web of straps. Alex guessed they must be for working with various machinery around the farm but said nothing.
The driver pushed Alex back against the seat and ran his hand over Alex’s lycra-clad chest beneath the coveralls. His fingers brushed against Alex’s cold nipples, standing out against the material.
“See boy, I told you it was cold out there,” he said.
Pulling the zip up, Alex was sealed into the coveralls. The driver pulled an open-face hood that Alex hadn’t even noticed over his head. It was padded, like the rest of the suit, and clipped into the collar of the rest of the coveralls. Almost instantly Alex felt himself begin to warm.
Buckling Alex in tight, the driver looked down at Alex’s hands in the thick gloves and frowned.
“Can I trust you not to fidget boy?” he asked.
“Of course sir,” Alex said.
And with that the driver seemed satisfied. Alex watched the driver walk, the way his suit pulled and moved under the straps as he passed in front of the headlights and felt his groin stir. Not now he thought. He’d already slipped slightly, calling the older man sir. Hopefully this old-fashioned farmer wouldn’t figure him for what he was and abandon him even further out in the middle of nowhere.
Soon they were driving but Alex felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw the local TV mast recede in the wrong direction. His hands, which he’d kept motionless in his lap, had begun to twitch.
“Goddammit boy, I said no fidgeting,” the driver said angrily.
“I’m sorry sir, but… Kings Forest is the other side of the city and we seem to be heading further out.”
“Damn straight. I’m not driving through that cesspool this time of night. No. You’re coming back to my house. You can charge your phone and fix your bike tomorrow in the light.”
Alex felt his stomach drop. He turned and tried to point at his bike, to show it was beyond repair, but suddenly found himself flung against the seatbelt as the driver slammed on the brakes. The man was furious, throwing open his door and disappearing from view. Alex heard the boot open, his bike and other items being moved and then the passenger door opened.
A thin line of sweat had begun to trickle down Alex’s head from the hood, a mixture of the heat trapped form his body along with something new. Fear.
The driver dropped a pile of straps on Alex’s lap, muttering angrily to himself as he sorted through them. Alex tried to remain motionless.
“Stupid city boys. Coming out here. Not appreciating when a proper man tries to take care of them. Forgetting the rules. They need discipline. A firm hand.”
“Please sir,” Alex said. “I can go now. I’m sorry for any offence caused.”
The driver stopped his muttering and looked sharply into Alex’s eyes. He raised one of the straps, a long piece of rubber made from the same material of the suit with a thick buckle at each end and two smaller loops in the middle. Alex let his eyes flick between the driver and the strap.
“You’re going to learn a bit of respect boy. You’re going to learn to follow a mans orders. I know your kind. I know you need this.”
Alex hung his head in shame. The driver lifted both of Alex’s arms and buckled the strap around Alex’s chest and the car seat. Then he brought Alex’s hands down, one of by one, and placed them through one of the loops, before pulling it tight like a zip-cuff. When it was done, Alex was sitting like a dog in the begging position, both hands raised against his chest with his hands raised by his shoulders.
“Have you ever lain with a man boy?” the driver asked.
“No sir,” Alex said.
The slap was vicious. The heavy rubber of the driver’s glove stung Alex’s cheek and left his eyes watering.
“Don’t lie to me boy.”
“Yes. Yes sir. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry you lied or sorry you need a man to make you cum?”
Alex stammered, his face turning a bright red to match the handprint on his cheek.
“If you can’t use your mouth to tell the truth, then you don’t deserve to use it at all,” the driver said.
Before Alex could realise what he meant, the driver had slipped a monstrous gag into his mouth. A leather panel covered his mouth, with a thin wedge protruding inwards, pushing his tongue down. The driver looped the thick strap of the gag around the back of his head, before buckling it at the front.
Alex was crying freely now as the driver nodded in approval and returned to the drivers seat. Soon they were on their way again, Alex sitting in absolute silence.
Chapter 2
The farmhouse was nestled at the end of a very long road. A collection of outbuildings surrounded the main building, a large two storey stone building. Perimeter lights kicked on as they approached, the heavy duty flood lights illuminating everything around the inner courtyard.
They pulled up alongside a tractor, the yellow and green shining brightly in the artificial sunlight, and Alex lost sight of the driver as he got out of the car. A few minutes later he returned, opening the passenger door and looking at Alex’s motionless form. Finally he ungagged Alex, letting the rubber wedge escape Alex’s lips with a wet plop.
“Have you learnt your lesson boy?”
“Yes sir,” Alex said.
“And if I let you out, will you do what I say?”
“Yes sir.”
The driver released the strap from around Alex’s chest and the seat, but left his hands secured in the two loops. As he helped Alex out of the car, Alex had his first proper look at the farmyard. The gate to the road looked sturdy and even from here Alex could make out the heavy padlock. But the fence to the side was low, Alex reckoned he could vault it and escape through the fields. How far was it back to the road, a mile? Maybe two?
The driver was waiting. If Alex ran he would soon find himself bogged down in the muddy fields. Not to mention the bright white coveralls would make him stand out in the floodlights.
“In,” the driver finally said, when he was quite sure Alex wasn’t going to run.
Alex entered the farmhouse and stopped, waiting next to a large oak table. The room was plain and utilitarian. Most of the ground floor was taken up by a single room, with a fire roaring along the main wall and a small kitchen in one corner. The table, a small sofa and recliner partitioned the rest of the room up into various areas.
The driver entered and began peeling his rubber coveralls down to his waist. The straps that he wore over the top fell to the flagstones. Underneath he wasn’t wearing anything, only his hard and well-used muscles showing. He tied the arms of the coveralls about his waist.
Alex, following the drivers’ lead, started to unzip his own coveralls as the heat of the fire was causing him to sweat even more. He had just managed to angle his still-restrained hands into position when the driver smacked him angrily in the face again.
“Are you dense boy?”
“No Sir.”
“Did I tell you to remove your clothes? Did I say you could strip naked in my presence like the little queer that you are?”
“No Sir.”
“I was going to feed you,” the driver said, looking at the kitchen area and causing Alex’s stomach to growl, “but now I don’t think you deserve even that.”
“Please Sir,” Alex said, hating the whining tone of his own voice. “I promise I won’t act like a queer.”
The driver looked Alex up and down.
“How can I be sure of that? How do I know you won’t get ideas in your head during the night about putting your seed inside of me?”
“I’m not like that Sir.”
“No?”
“No Sir. I… I’m a receiver Sir. A sub.”
The driver laughed and Alex hung his head in shame.
“I know what you are boy,” the driver said, still laughing. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. Twink like you, out in his skins. Heck, the moment I gave you those coveralls I knew you were a closeted rubberboi.”
The driver stepped closer and Alex flinched at his touch over the rubber overalls.
“You be a good boy and I’ll see you’re fed and watered and returned home. And maybe you’ll enjoy yourself in the process. Are you going to be a good boi for me?”
Alex nodded. The driver slowly released Alex from the original chest strap, letting the boi’s hands return to his sides. As the hood was pulled back Alex felt the heat from his body escape in a rush and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh don’t get too comfy boi,” the driver said.
The coveralls were unzipped and pulled down to Alex’s feet. His cycling skinsuit, previously wet from the rain, was now soaked with his own sweat. The coveralls piled up around his feet.
Stepping behind Alex, the driver placed a meaty hand between Alex’s legs, cupping his padded bulge, and lifted him bodily out of the coveralls and the wellies. Alex felt like putty in the mans hands. The driver didn’t set Alex down, instead he hoisted Alex over his shoulder and began heading upstairs.
They passed a tiled wet room, and a large master bedroom with an even larger four posted bed, before the driver used his foot to open the door to the last room off of the hallway. He dropped Alex onto a padded table and left without a word.
Alex picked himself up and looked around, feeling like a kid at Christmas, as he took in the sights. Whips, paddles, hoods, instruments Alex had only seen in the catalogues of the more specialist online stores lined the walls. Quietly opening a set of mirrored cupboards he found suits and clothes more numerous than he could count hanging up, waiting to be used.
Alex closed the cupboard doors and had a shock as he saw the driver standing there in the reflection. He had changed, wearing leather breeches and a sleeveless rubber top. Knee high boots made of polished rubber matched the rubber gauntlets covering his arms up to his elbows.
Alex stood like a deer, frozen in the headlights, as the driver walked up to him.
“You will call me Sir or Master, boi. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” Alex said and the words felt so good coming out of his mouth.
“Strip.”
Alex pulled his skinsuit off and let it pile up on the floor. He was completely naked, his growing cock hidden beneath his hands, but his rubber master knocked his hands apart and gripped his balls in a tight fist.
Alex groaned in pain and tried to pull back, but his master just gripped harder.
“These are mine boi. To do with as I please. While you are in my house you will only wear what I tell you to wear and you will only do what I tell you to do.”
“I understand.” The grip tightened on his balls. “Sir.”
The master opened one of the cupboards and began hunting through for something.
“I can’t trust you yet,” the master said, talking to himself. “You’re like a puppy. You need to be trained. Isn’t that right boi?”
“Yes Sir,” Alex said, hanging his head.
“Yes Sir, what?”
“Yes Sir, I need to be trained.”
The suit the master returned with was all black but looked far too small. The arms and legs weren’t nearly long enough for Alex’s own and he became worried.
“Get up,” the master said, tapping the table.
Alex knelt on the table and watched his master lay out the rubber suit beneath him. The master guided a knee into the first leg and pulled the rubber sleeve up until Alex’s ankle was against his ass. He repeated the process with his other leg and Alex was now unable to stand up. There was padding in the knees and Alex shifted until the rubber sat well.
The master began tugging the rubber along Alex’s chest. Soon it reached his shoulders. Taking a hand, the master folded each of Alex’s arms and similarly put them in the suit. Running the zip along his back, Alex was completely secured in the rubber, confined to all fours.
Alex felt his masters hand run down his rubber covered back, stroking his new flesh, before it pressed down on his rubber ass and he sat like a dog.
His master stood before him but Alex’s gaze was focused on the heavy leather collar in the mans hands. It was thick and had several chrome rings set in to it. The master held it up.
“Boi, when I put this on you, it will signify the beginning of your training.”
Alex looked into His eyes and knew he meant every word.
“I will be hard on you because that is what a rubberboi needs. You will learn to obey My commands and do what I tell you to do.”
Alex was nodding his head. He knew he needed it. He knew he would do anything his Master told him just so he could please a real Man.
“Please Sir,” Alex said, licking his dry lips, “make me your rubberboi.”
The collar locked into place with a heavy click and Alex kissed his Masters gloved hand. His Master lifted him gently from the table, attached a leash to the collar, and lead him towards his new life.
Chapter 3
“Sit,” his Master said and Alex put his rubber-covered ass on the ground.
They were back in the kitchen. The heavy rubber overalls Alex had worn when he first arrived were still in a heap by the door. Alex felt his dick grow as he saw them again and he tried to touch himself with his elbows in their rubber sleeves.
“Leave your bone boi.”
Alex looked up quickly at his Master’s face and let his rubber paws drop to his sides.
“Good boi.”
His master scratched him behind his ears and Alex eagerly licked at the sleeve of the gloves he wore. He could taste the gauntlets in his mouth as his Master moved his hand around to his face and he began to suck harder. The rubber was thick, hard, but he could feel the heat beneath.
“Chow time,” the Master said.
He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s mouth and began opening cupboard doors. He took down two silver bowls. Alex watched as He filled one with water and the other with some kind of oats mixture. Setting them down, his Master looked at Alex.
“Do you want to eat boi?” He asked.
“Yes Sir,” Alex said.
“Pups can’t use human words boi. Do you want to eat?”
Alex didn’t even hesitate. He let out a little woof and then another, louder and more excited as he saw his Master smile. He looked quickly, from the bowls to his Master, and woofed again, letting his tongue hang out.
He’d never even thought of pup-play as a thing. All the videos online, it looked childish. Grown men, running around on all fours and barking at bones. But now Alex didn’t have a care in the world. Covered in rubber gimp suit, his neck locked in a heavy collar and a man making him bark for food, Alex was freer than he’d ever been in his entire life.
His Master nodded and Alex charged at the bowl, making a sloppy mess as he crunched through the kibble. The bowl was wide and deep and he could reach most of the food, pushing it up against the edges and using his tongue to lap it up. Drinking posed a different problem and soon Alex was slurping at the water, trying to get a decent mouthful.
He didn’t notice his Master had moved behind him until he was almost finished and he felt the cool air reach his ass. His Master was opening the rear zipper on his suit and Alex whimpered softly. He’d been fucked before, but it was never an enjoyable experience for him.
“Shh, easy boi,” his Master said, running a hand over his ass. “Don’t worry.”
Alex felt the pressure of the butt plug and momentarily relaxed, allowing it to probe deeper. His Master had used plenty of lube and he worked it in, slowly, pushing in and out, deeper each time. Alex put his head on the stone floor in between the bowls and let out a deep breath.
The plugged slipped in and his sphincter gripped it around the base. The zip was closed and he stood up on his elbows. The plug felt weird, oddly heavy and as he moved it seemed to take on a life of its own. He turned to look and felt the heavy rubber tail attached to the plug slap against his ass.
“Woof,” Alex barked and he smiled.
“Come boi,” his Master said.
They walked towards the living area of the downstairs space, Alex waddling along as quickly as he could beside his Master’s booted feet. His Master sat on the end of the large couch and patted the spot beside him.
Alex managed to hop up eventually, after a few tries, and stood haphazardly on the couch. His Master put a thick finger through one of the loops on the front of his collar and pulled him closer. Alex flopped against the cushions and his head rested in his Masters lap. He looked up at the Man who had taken him in.
“Are you a good boi?” He asked.
Alex woofed happily and wriggled his ass, getting comfy on the couch and enjoying the feeling of the tail moving with a mind of its own.
“Good bois get a bone, don’t they?”
Alex woofed again, his excitement growing along with his dick.
“Do you want to suck my bone boi?”
Alex didn’t even stop to woof. He buried his face in his Master’s leather breeches, his hot breach making the leather sweaty, and he pressed harder, eager to get at the treat within. His Master pushed Alex’s head away and pulled down the zips on either side of the sailor-like front of his breeches, letting the flap fold down to reveal the most amazing cock Alex had ever seen.
“Suck my bone,” He said, and Alex went to work.
He took the entire nine inches in his mouth, letting his spit collect before working it in with his tongue. He ran his tongue over the ridges, feeling the blood pound within. He sucked at the tip, the circumcised end bobbing against his lips.
Alex came up for air and began kissing the balls that hung beneath. They were full, ready and powerful and Alex took each one into his mouth, tugging on it as his Master’s entire body shivered beneath him.
“Good boi,” his Master was saying, over and over, running a rubber hand through his hair. “Good boi, that’s it.”
Alex took his Master’s cock into his mouth again and felt the tip press against the back of his throat. He looked up at his Master. He looked up into those powerful eyes and he let out a tiny whimper from around the edge of the cock.
“Yes boi, now!” his Master said.
Alex sucked. He felt his Master’s body shudder and then the first great globules of cum erupt into his mouth. He kept on sucking, swallowing every morsel of jizz his Master gave him, until he had cleaned the cock completely and sat back, panting heavily.
For the longest time they lay there. His Master breathing heavily, his cock going flaccid but retaining it’s length. Alex resting his head against the leather of his Master’s leg, his tongue hanging out, the last vestiges of cum collecting at the corners of his mouth.
Finally, his Master stood, gently setting Alex’s head down on the couch. He zipped up his fly and smiled at his boi. Alex made to move, but He held up a hand and Alex stayed, lying on the couch.
When He returned, Alex had fallen asleep. A day of riding followed by the intensity of the last few hours had robbed him of much of his energy. When Alex woke up, he was staring into the face of a dog.
The hood was made from the same rubber as the suit he was wearing. It looked like the face of dog complete with a snout and even little ears that stuck out on top. His Master held it up and Alex looked at it, before looking at the man holding it.
“We’re going to bed now boi,” He said. “I’m going to put you in your hood and you will spend the night like this. If you’re a good boi, in the morning I’ll let you out.”
It wasn’t a question, it was just a statement and Alex felt a lump rise in his throat behind the leather collar. He was nervous and afraid, his arms and legs would be sore come morning and he would not be able to leave if he decided to. But eventually he nodded and his Master smiled.
Alex bent his head forward and felt the rubber press against his skin. It was cool but soon warmed against his flesh. The eyes snapped into place and suddenly Alex could see again. He felt his Master tug at the back of the hood. As the zip sealed him in the rubber closed in tighter and he tried opening his mouth. The rubber muzzle opened with him and he woofed in delight.
His Master stood up and admired his handiwork. In only a few hours he’d taken a city boy and turned him into a pup a Rubber Master could be proud of. He reached down and lifted Alex under his legs and chest, cradling him like a dog in his arms.
Alex loved the feeling of being lifted in his rubber suit and nuzzled his face against his Masters strong chest. Together they headed upstairs and into the master bedroom Alex had passed earlier, back when all he was wearing was a sodden skinsuit and was worried he’d made a bad decision. Now he found himself dozing in the arms of his owner.
In the bedroom, his Master sat Alex down and Alex looked around. The four-poster bed was big, huge even and each of the heavy posts had iron rings set into them.
Before Alex could even think about hopping on to it though, his Master pulled out a heavy metal cage that had been hidden beneath and Alex found himself backing up. The cage, while not overly small, was sturdy and had a heavy padlock on the door.
His Master opened the door and pointed inside.
Alex looked in, looked at the foam mat on the bottom and the heavy chain that rested next to the pillow inside, and shook his head. If his Master was angry, he didn’t show it.
“Are you a good boi?” He said gently, and Alex felt his fear lessen as he nodded.
His Master patted the top of the cage.
“You’re going to sleep in here boi. You will be safe, I promise I will always keep you safe. I will let you out in the morning, you have my word.”
The Master touched the cage again and Alex took a step forwards, the knee pad of his rubber suit dragging along the thick carpet. He looked up and his Master nodded and he took another step.
“Good boi,” He said once Alex was inside.
He reached through the bars of the cage and attached the heavy chain to the ring at the front of Alex’s collar. Alex lay on his side and felt the weight tug at his neck. He could see his Master now, taking off the rubber and leather he wore.
His dick got hard again in its rubber prison and he started playing with it. He heard his Master’s voice from above.
“Leave your bone boi,” He said. “If you don’t cum all night, there’ll be a surprise for you in the morning.”
Alex reluctantly gave up. He heard the bed groan as his Master lay down.
“Good night boi,” He said.
Alex let out a gentle woof as the lights went out. It didn’t take him long to feel his eyes begin to get heavy. He fell into the deepest sleep he’d ever had and didn’t wake until morning.
Chapter 4
“Morning boi.”
Alex looked up as he heard the heavy padlock of the cage being removed and the door opened. He backed out, and his neck was tugged by the thick chain he was still attached to. His Master crawled into the cage as Alex panicked in his early morning haze.
It all came back to him as his Master straddled him in the small confines of the cage and kissed him deeply through the rubber dog mask. His cycling, the journey to the farm. He let his arms, bent double in the gimp suit, touch along his Master’s side.
Unlocking His boi, Alex’s Master helped him out of the cage and gently began extracting Alex from his predicament. He pulled the tail out of Alex’s ass, the attached butt plug now dry. Alex sighed into his hood as he felt the invader vanish. Unzipping the suit, Alex felt the cold rush of air against his skin and shivered as the suit dropped away. He stretched his arms as they were freed, the tired muscles enjoying their new range of motion.
Soon he was standing before his Master. The rubber hood was pulled from his head and Alex was smiling beneath. His Master leaned in and kissed him again.
“Come boi.”
Alex fingered the heavy collar on his neck, but his Master had already turned away towards the bathroom. Alex followed him in. They showered together, Alex’s arms recovering as his Master massaged the life back into them before moving on to his shoulders, then his lower back. His Master stood behind him and wrapped his heavy arms around Alex.
“I promised I’d get you back to the city,” He whispered into Alex’s ear. “But it’s Saturday. I’m betting you don’t need to get home until Sunday evening.”
Alex shivered in his Master’s embrace. It was true. He had no plans, no one he had to meet. He turned, still within the circle made by his Master’s arms, and nodded.
“Would you like to stay, boi?”
Alex just smiled and before his Master could do anything, he was sinking to his knees, the hot water of the shower still splashing over them both. He took his Master’s cock into his mouth once more.
“Good boi,” his Master said, gripping the collar around Alex’s neck and pulling him in closer, pushing His cock in deeper. Alex sucked at it, his mind in ecstasy and his entire world reduced to servicing the Man who had taken him in.
His Master pushed him away before he could cum and instead shot his load over Alex’s face. Alex opened his mouth to catch as much as he could. It mixed with the water from the shower and dripped from his lips.
Washing off his face, Alex followed his Master out and they both spent far too long drying each other’s body. Alex’s collar fell to the floor when it was finally unlocked.
Alex let his hands run over his Master’s body. He was strong and powerful from a lifetime of working on a farm and controlling runaway bois. The muscles were tight and they flexed as Alex let the towel collect the last drops of moisture. He kissed his Master’s abdomen as he finished.
“Are you ready to earn your keep boi?” his Master said.
“Yes Sir.”
His Master began dressing as Alex remained kneeling on the floor. He pulled on a pair of tight leather breeches with a wide belt. He finished buttoning up a cream leather shirt and pointed at a shoerack in the corner.
“Fetch the Dehners boi,” He said.
Alex hurried to the corner, still on his hands and knees, and stopped. He looked back over his shoulder.
“The tall black ones,” his Master said.
Picking them up, Alex came back to his Masters feet and held the first shoe out. His Master put his foot in and pushed, using Alex’s bare thigh to press against. Alex’s dick grew hard and rubbed against the heel of the leather.
He stood and Alex sat back on his haunches, taking in the sight. He was beautiful. Alex let his hands fall to his cock and suddenly found himself flat on his back.
“You do not play with yourself without my permission boi,” He said. Alex gulped and nodded. “I know you’re horny but little bois like you need to remember that these,” He said placing a boot against Alex’s balls but not squeezing them, “belong to Me now.”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”
“Good boi,” He said.
He pulled Alex up from the floor with one hand and held His boi close. Alex nestled against his Master’s strong shoulders and felt his fear recede as quickly as it had come. Tough love. It was what he needed. His Master stroked his hair slowly.
“Let’s get you ready for work,” his Master finally said.
He lead Alex to the playroom he’d gone to the night before. Alex stood next to the table in the middle, completely naked, while his Master rummaged through the cupboards and drawers once more. The pile of rubber and leather grew as Alex watched and waited.
“Suit first.”
He held out a neck entry rubbersuit and Alex sat on the edge of the table and began working his legs into the opening. It passed his hips quickly but it was difficult to get his arms in. His Master helped, pulling the neck wider and first one arm, then the other found their way to the ends of the sleeves and into the attached gloves.
As the suit snapped to over his shoulders Alex stretched his body, flexing his cyclist’s build beneath the rubber. A rubber hood quickly followed, the seam tucking into the neck of the suit.
His Master stood waiting, setting a heavy bundle of leather straps on the floor. It resembled a jockstrap-come-harness with a thick leather belt and a leather codpiece in the front that split into two much longer straps at the back.
“Come here boi,” He said.
Alex walked over and, at a nod from his Master, stepped into the centre. His Master lifted up the leather belt and tightened it around Alex’s waist. The longer straps at the back passed over Alex’s shoulder and buckled in the front. His Master pulled on them to make sure the harness was secure.
Next was a tall posture collar and Alex held his head high as his Master tightened it around his neck. It forced his chin up high and prevented him from turning his head.
“Open wide.”
Alex tasted the cold steel on his lips and tried to pull away but one of his Master’s strong hands gripped the back of his head and kept him still as the steel bit was pushed firmly into his mouth. It was connected to a bridle that He began to buckle up. A strap went around his head and was buckled tightly. It had two pieces at the front which connected to the corners of the bit and a final leather strap that went under his chin and across the top of his head.
When it was all secure, Alex could only open his mouth a little. He looked at himself in the large mirrors.
“You make a magnificent ponyboy,” his Master said. “Only a few bits left to go.”
Taking his boi’s hands, the Master snapped a thick leather cuff around each wrist which he then linked together with a short chain behind Alex’s back. With his hands tied behind him, Alex could only watch and wait.
He couldn’t imagine what else was left until he saw the tail. Unlike the doggy one he’d become familiar with last night, this one had a full plume of real looking horse hair hanging from it. His attention though was drawn to the plug. It was far larger than anything he’d taken so far.
His Master guided him to the table and bent him over carefully, until the buckles at the front of his harness pressed into the top of the table. Between the posture collar and his wrist restrains, Alex couldn’t see or do anything.
Alex felt his Master’s boots gently nudge his legs apart and then the cool air as a zip was opened above his ass crack. He tried to breath, nice and slow, as he felt the lubed finger probe his hole. As the silicone plug touched his skin he let out a moan out around the metal bit. It was big and hard and Alex began to think he could never take the whole thing in.
His stomach started hurting and his legs were trembling but he could feel his Master behind him, using his own crotch to press the tail in.
“Good boi,” his Master said. “There we go. That’s my boi.”
Alex wiggled his ass awkwardly as the plug reached its final destination. He could feel it pressing against his prostate, driving his body mad. The attached hairs fell down past his knees.
He went to rise but his Master pressed a hand to his back.
“Stay there boi, we’re not done yet.”
At first Alex thought it was a boot. His rubber-foot entered the long leg but soon it met a very sharp heel. A metal bar pressed down against the top of his foot and when he set it down it forced him to walk on tiptoes.
“It’s a hoof-boot,” his Master said, working on the second shoe. “A ponyboy walks on his toes, just like a real pony. The heal and bar make sure you walk properly. There we go, try that.”
Alex stood and took a few tentative steps, his arms still bound behind his back. He couldn’t even look down at his new feet. He teetered but his Master caught him.
“We’ll work on that,” He said. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Chapter 5
Outside the Sun had already begun to rise and the rain of the previous night was nowhere to be seen.
Alex stood on the threshold of the kitchen. The leather harness was squeezing the rubber suit he was wearing, keeping him constantly horny, but with his hands bound behind his back there was nothing he could do to get relief.
His Master appeared in his vision holding a small bag. The posture collar around Alex’s neck prevented him from looking at anything except what his Master wanted him to. His Master looped a finger through one of the heavy rings in the collar and tugged Alex forwards, out of the house.
Alex took a cautious step outside, the metal of the hoof boot biting into the top of his foot. Already he could feel his legs burning with the effort of standing on his tip toes.
“No one will see you,” his Master said, answering Alex’s unasked question. “It’s you and me boi. You’ll learn that you can only be free when you’re under my control.”
“Yes Sir,” Alex tried to say, but the metal bit gag across his mouth made the words sound like a muffled gurgle.
His Master leaned in and kissed him as they walked across the yard, his tongue probing around the metal to reach Alex’s own, and Alex nearly tripped on the gravel. His hand caught the boy, knocking the tail plug buried deep in his ass and Alex shivered as He drove it in deeper. Alex’s arousal did not go unnoticed.
They reached a covered barn and his Master opened the door and motioned Alex inside, locking the door shut after them.
Alex stood nervously waiting. He used one boot to paw at the soft sand and realised he had slipped into the pony headspace without even thinking about it. He couldn’t see what his Master was doing, but Alex could feel the big man step up behind him and begin playing with the posture collar. Soon He stepped back and Alex saw the rope play out between them, clipped to the ring on the front of his collar.
“Here’s the deal big boi,” He said to Alex. “You’ve got to learn to walk before you can canter, literally in this case. So start walking.”
He flicked the rope and Alex took a step on the sand, his feet unsteady. His Master stood in the middle of the ring and tugged at the rope, urging Alex on. He watched every motion Alex made, studying the boi like the rubber-covered animal he was.
“Knees higher. I want to see those thighs parallel to the ground. Better. Keep your back straight. No, no, stick that butt out boi, you’ve got a tail now, let me see it.”
Alex tried his best. After an hour the boots, while still painful, had become almost normal and he began to improve his form. He let out an oomph around the gag when the whip first licked at his ass and sent a jolt of pain through the rubber.
His Master held the long whip and gently flicked it again, forcing Alex to drive more focus into his stance.
“Trot boi,” his Master commanded.
The boots began kicking up little divots of sand as Alex picked up his pace. He could feel the sweat begin pooling in the rubber and his breathing increased around the metal gag. As soon as he slowed down though, his Master would flick His whip and Alex would pick up his speed again. Finally, when he thought he could take no more, he felt the rope pull him in towards the centre of the circle and nearly fell into the arms of his Master at long last.
“Beautiful boi,” his Master said.
He unclipped the harness from Alex’s head and pulled the leather away, removing the attached metal bit gag from the boi’s mouth in the process. Alex’s tongue hung out as he panted, saliva spilling down the rubber hood and onto the suit.
“That’s my boi,” his Master said.
He tied the rope from Alex’s collar to a central post, pulling it tight until all Alex could see was the wood before him, and then He disappeared from view. Alex continued breathing hard, letting his heart rate come down as he rested against the post. The neck of the bottle touched his lips and Alex began gulping down the cool water.
“Easy boi. Training is over for today.”
An apple slice appeared before Alex, held in his Master’s leather gloves and his stomach gave a rumble.
“Hungry boi?”
Alex nodded his head as best he could while still in the posture collar. He opened his mouth as wide as he could before his chin hit the thick leather and his Master let the apple touch Alex’s lips briefly before pulling it away. The apple was sweet and juicy and was the first thing Alex had tasted that wasn’t his Master’s cock.
A piece of fruit was turning him on. The thought of being fed like an animal by a powerful man, tethered to a post while in rubber. It was too much for Alex and he began begging his Master for it.
His Master put the fruit in his own mouth and kissed Alex, letting the boi pluck the fruit out with his tongue.
Alex chewed happily after their lips separated.
“What are you willing to do boi to get another little treat?”
“Anything Sir,” Alex said.
The rope from Alex’s collar to the post was only a few inches long and he tried to turn his head but came up short as he watched his Master move out of sight again.
“Anything?” his Master said from behind him. “Tell your Master what you’re prepared to do for a reward.”
Alex felt the pressure on his ass as his Master pulled the pony tail out, the attached butt plug following with a plop. Alex rested his head against the post, breathing deeply. He’d only just gotten used to the silicone invaders but now he knew his Master was getting ready to show him the real thing.
“Use my ass,” Alex said quietly, licking his lips.
“Say it properly boi.”
“Please Sir, use my ass.”
“Say it with meaning.”
“Fuck my ass Sir. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me Sir.”
His Master didn’t wait. Alex felt his master’s dick enter his hole, buried deep up to His balls. Alex let out a sudden breath and moaned against the post at the sudden intrusion. It had felt big in his mouth, but as his ass muscles clenched around the shaft, Alex realised just how big his Master’s dick was.
And how much pleasure it could bring him.
“You’re a good ponyboy,” his Master said, reaching around and massaging Alex’s balls in their rubbery prison.
“Thank you Sir.”
“And good ponyboys get bred.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Say it.”
“Breed me Sir. Your ponyboy needs your seed inside of him.”
His Master shoved himself against Alex repeatedly, pushing Alex’s body against the post, until finally he gripped Alex tight and let out a moan that rivalled His rubberboi’s own. Alex felt the waves of the orgasm rush through his Master and into his ass. Alex began humping himself, pushing against the post to try and get himself off but his Master gripped his balls tighter and Alex stopped.
Pulling out, his Master quickly re-plugged Alex’s hole, trapping His juices in His boi’s ass. Alex was a shaking mess, his body aching from the pony gear and the exercise but most of all his Master’s affection.
Feeling his arms unclipped, Alex brought them forwards, rolling his shoulders to get the blood pumping again. When the rope was untied, he stumbled trying to keep his balance. He felt his legs shift and then found himself in the arms of his Master once more. Alex let his head rest in the crook of the big man’s arms.
“You’ve done well today boi,” He said, carrying Alex out of the barn.
Alex smiled in his rubber hood. He ran his hands over his Master’s chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the leather shirt. His Master lifted him closer and they kissed as they walked back across the yard.
Inside, they continued upstairs and straight into the playroom. The posture collar was removed quickly and Alex enjoyed the ability to watch his Master at work. He hadn’t realised how restrictive it had truly been until it was gone, and yet he almost missed it. The control it gave his Master over him.
The leather harness followed afterwards and then Alex felt the tugging on his feet as both hoof boots were removed. Setting his feet down flat, the tendons in his ankles screamed at him and he quickly leant against the edge of the table to take the weight off of them, until the plug made it’s presence known as it was pushed deeper into his ass causing an involuntary game of hopping from feet to ass.
His Master carefully raised Alex up and laid him down on the padded surface of the table. Alex lay back in his rubber suit and enjoyed the relief.
“This morning was good boi,” his Master said and before Alex could relax fully he felt the cuff on his right wrist pulled to the side. A metallic snap later and it was locked tight.
His Master repeated the process with Alex’s other wrist and both ankles. Alex was now secured on the table, able to squirm but completely at his Master’s mercy.
“I’m going to leave you for a little while now,” his Master said. “I suggest you get some rest. You’ll need your strength for this evening.”
And with that, Alex saw the eye holes of a gas mask appear overhead. He lifted his head automatically, felt the thick rubber seal against his face and then the straps pulled tight.
He took a breath and heard the click of the valves as he breathed in and out.