By R8080
Chapter 6
Alex’s world had been reduced to the two small portholes of his vision. The gas mask squeezed against his face with each breath he took. The smell of rubber was his entire world, the smell rich and filling his nose.
He had tried tugging at the restraints on the padded bed. The cuffs on his arms held tight. Eventually he had given up and fallen into a half-sleep after the mornings tiring workout.
The world beyond his rubbered skin had been anything but silent though. Every now and then he’d hear banging or scraping and his cock would twitch at the thought of what his Master was up to. He would be drifting off and then wake with a start, sure that someone had been watching him. If only he could lift his head to see.
Panic.
Alex woke, a primal urge screaming at him. He couldn’t breathe. His arms pulled at the cuffs but they wouldn’t give. He kicked impotently. His entire body was wracked with fear.
The pipe! The pipe from his gas mask must have caught on something or got blocked or…
He looked and saw him. The shadow of his Master, standing at the top of the padded table.
As soon as they made eye contact, Alex’s air returned. He could feel the oxygen race back into his bloodstream. He still twitched and jerked but the conscious part of his brain told him to relax. The pipe made a heavy whistling at his laboured breath.
“Deep boi, breathe deep.” His Master’s voice was gentle, his mouth right beside Alex’s rubber covered ear.
“Breathe deep boi.”
Alex let his breathing settle and, just when he thought he had recovered, his air was cut off again. This time his Master put a heavy hand on his chest, forcing his boi’s chest to remain hard against the table as Alex bucked.
More air, Alex relaxed, and then nothing again.
Each time, his Master’s hand moved lower. Alex had stopped bucking. He put everything into conserving oxygen when he could, focusing only on the electric touch of the strong fingers against rubber skin.
He felt the squeeze on his cock. In his oxygen-deprived state, it felt like his cock was a flagpole, a hundred feet high and his Master’s fingers; they felt like a giants, gripping him tighter than steel. Alex had never felt so erect in his life.
His hips went wild. He bucked, up and down, up and down. His Master didn’t even move his hand. Alex bit his lips beneath the gas mask, dug his fingers into the padding of the table, let his back arch so tightly it felt like his spine was breaking.
And then he could breathe, the giant’s hand removed from his flagpole. He was so close. So absolutely on the very edge and he tried wildly to find that last ounce of release.
But it was gone, evaporated.
As he was left alone once more, Alex couldn’t help but let out a cry. He sobbed beneath the gas mask. Not out of pain or fear, but sheer gratitude. He had never felt so alive, so desperate to explode. From within his rubber prison, he whispered a silent “thank you” and fell back into the deepest sleep he’d ever had.
***
“Rise and shine.”
Alex rolled onto his side. And was instantly awake! His arms were free. He touched his wrists, and realised he was bare, naked. The gas mask, the rubber suit, all of it was gone!
His Master chuckled.
“You were out like a light boi. I was worried I’d driven you too hard in the paddock this morning and then the breath play…”
The Master stopped speaking. Alex had leapt from the table, wrapping his arms around his Master and kissing him as if He were the only source of oxygen left in the universe.
Eventually they separated, Alex’s arms still encircling his Master. He sheepishly looked down.
“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to…”
His Master kissed him back, a leather-gloved hand holding the back of Alex’s head.
“Who would have thought a city boi could kiss so well?” He said.
Alex smiled and dropped to his knees. His Master was still wearing leather breeches and Alex fumbled to undo the zipper. A gloved hand stopped him though.
“Not yet.”
Alex nodded dumbly, his fingers stopping their work. He went to rise, but the hand pushed him back down.
“Stay.”
Dehner boots walked away as Alex stared at the floor. He heard the opening of cupboards, things piled on the table, and then the boots returned.
“Look at me boi.” He was standing before Alex. “Last night, I picked up an unruly city-boi. He lacked discipline. Lacked… purpose. Now, I wasn’t 100% certain about this boi. He was inexperienced, needed an awful lot of training.”
Alex hung his head in shame.
“I offered this boi a chance to grow. Did he want to be trained?”
“Yes Master! Please Master.”
“Please what boi?”
“Please train me to be the perfect rubberboi Master.”
“Why?”
Alex bit his lip. He felt so vulnerable, naked without even the rubber to protect him. He hadn’t realised how much he needed his true skin.
“Because it’s the only way I can serve you Master.”
“Yes boi.” Gloved fingers lifted Alex’s chin. “I offered you a collar last night. Do you remember?”
Alex nodded.
“And do you remember what I said?”
He nodded again. “You said it would signify the start of my training Sir.”
“It did.” The Master reached across to the table and picked up the heavy collar. “You’ve had a chance to see what training can be like. It was hard. I was hard on you today boi. I have no time for sissies who think they want it, but then wimp out when the going gets tough. So I’m going to give you a choice, the first of two.”
The Master held out the collar.
“Buckle this on yourself and you commit to your training. There will be no more chances to reconsider. If you agree to this, I will promise you one thing.”
Alex felt his cock getting hard with each word. He sat, knelt on the floor, his eyes transfixed on the heavy leather of the collar before him. He didn’t dare let his hands touch his penis.
“If you agree boi, I will mould you into the perfect rubberboi. You will crave rubber. Need rubber. Every hole will be filled. Every hour you are here, you will learn how to serve a true Rubber Master.”
Alex gulped and nodded along.
“And you will earn your keep. It will not be easy. It will not be fair. But I will not let you fail boi.”
“Thank you Master,” Alex said.
“Last chance then boi.” The collar shook in His hands. “Do you really, truly, wish to be trained.”
The hesitation was only for a second. Thoughts of what Alex was getting himself into. The pain, the fear, that might come with agreeing. But it was gone before he could even finish worrying.
Alex gently took the proffered collar. His Master did not let go straight away, instead looking into his boi’s eyes.
“Be sure,” he said.
Alex nodded, and placed the collar around his neck. It snapped shut with a satisfying finality. His body shuddered.
“And now the second part.”
Alex looked up, his fingers still on the leather collar. His Master turned to the table once more and ran His fingers over something Alex couldn’t see.
“No doubt you’ve been thinking of me as your Master these past 24 hours boi. But Master implies something different. As your trainer, I will get your body ready. Your mind will change, trivial thoughts will be wiped. But it will end. Eventually you will be all that you can be. As a trainer, I will control your present. But as a Master, I will own your future.”
The room suddenly felt much smaller. Goosebumps stuck out on Alex’s arms. His mouth opened ever so slightly and his Master put a single leather-covered finger on the very tip of Alex’s lips.
“Sshh. This isn’t like training. There’s no second chance with this. I don’t want you to answer now, but you need to know the price.”
He reached onto the table and grabbed what he had been playing with before. It was a chastity device. Black plastic, solid and very small.
“I will take away your ability to choose when and where you find release. You will find pleasure only in pleasing me.”
“Yes Master.”
“You will not decide now. Any answer you could give would be tainted by… other thoughts,” He said, using the toe of His Dehners to press against Alex’s exposed cock. “For now, let’s get you ready for tonight. I hope you got some good sleep, you’re going to need it.”
Alex tilted his head, suddenly feeling nervous.
“You’re young, fit. Cycling has given you endurance. It’s time we put that to the test.” The Master motioned with his finger. “Kiss the ground, ass in the air.”
Alex scrambled around, his forehead touching the floor and his exposed asshole pointing to the sky.
“This,” his Master said from behind him, “is a rather shocking little device.”
Alex heard the chuckle in his Master’s voice. The buttplug was indeed shocking, it felt like a fist slowly working itself inside of him. He groaned, his forehead pushing against the floor with a squeak.
“To demonstrate…”
If the buttplug was like a fist, the electric shock it delivered was like been punched in the gut. Alex screamed, collapsing in a heap.
“Like I said, shocking. That was level 7, just to give you some idea. We won’t start that high, don’t worry.”
Alex was still quivering on the floor, his hands clapped across his ass. He could feel tears in his eyes.
“Stand up.”
It took a moment for the words to register in Alex’s ears. He slowly starting unentangling himself.
“Faster.”
The table was covered in a mess of rubber, the chastity cage amongst the items.
“We don’t need that for tonight,” his Master said, sweeping the plastic device aside. “Start with the plug harness.”
Alex picked up the leather jock, stepping into it quickly. His cock passed through a small hole, with the rear strap ensuring the electro-plug would not be getting free anytime soon.
“The rubber suit.”
His Master was standing back, watching as Alex quickly performed all the tasks. The suit was still slick with his sweat and it went on quickly.
Alex felt the relief of been back in rubber. He ran his hands down the surface, smoothing out any creases. He tucked the neck beneath his collar.
“The worksuit.”
Gulping, Alex looked at the big white suit on the table. It was the same one he’d worn when he first arrived. A heavy double layer of rubber, with the thick mitts and hood still attached.
The plug in his butt suddenly jolted Alex. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it was still enough to make Alex grip the table for support.
“You’re keeping your Master waiting boi.”
“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
Alex picked up the suit and began working his feet in. All the sweat and water from the previous night pooled around his toes. Putting his arms into the mitts, Alex turned to his Master for the final touches.
His Master stepped forward, pulling the zip up the front and patting down a thick flap to hide it. From the table, he picked up a small padlock and used it to lock the zip to the neck of the suit.
“Turn around for me.”
Alex began a slow pirouette. The attached boots squeaked on the floor, the soles thick and heavy. The crotch knocked against the plug harness, driving it deeper. His hands were lost in the white gloves, just blobs that wouldn’t be able to open the flap much less tug at the zipper.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“You’re not done yet.”
A gas mask lay on the table. It was similar to the one Alex had worn earlier, only this one was white like the suit and had ports for two tubes.
Alex tried to pick it up, but his Master just chuckled. Picking it up instead, his Master secured it firmly to Alex’s face, tightening each of the straps in turn. Alex’s world was reduced to the two small holes of vision once again. Without pause, his Master raised the hood of the suit like the night before. The collar of the hood fit perfectly against the gas mask.
“Like Christmas morn,” his Master said.
Alex looked at himself in the mirror. A perfect white mass of rubber, no flesh visible.
“Last step.”
The cupboard was one Alex hadn’t seen inside of yet. His Master opened it a crack and reached in. As he turned round, Alex had no idea what he was seeing.
It was a backpack. A thick white case with a web of straps. By the way his Master was holding it, it was heavy.
“Turn around,” he said again.
Alex put his arms through the straps, taking the weight on his back. His Master pulled the shoulder straps tight. Then a chest strap. And finally, two smaller straps that went between his legs.
He grabbed two tubes that exited the top of the pack and fed them through two loops on the top of the shoulder straps. For the moment he let them rest on Alex’s chest.
“All set.” He stood back, looking at Alex. “Boi, you will go downstairs and wait for me by the fireplace. I expect you to be kneeling ready. I want you to think of a punishment, the consequences of failing a challenge I am about to set you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then go. I will be down shortly.”
And with that, Alex slipped down the hallway in his rubber boots, thinking of just what was in store for him tonight.
Chapter 7
The fireplace was roaring. Alex could feel the heat building up in his suit, the water sloshing about between his two rubber skins.
He knelt, gas masked forehead pressed to the stone floor.
“Have you thought about what I asked?”
His Master had arrived. Alex didn’t dare sit-up until told to do so.
“Yes Sir.”
“And?”
“Sir, I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No Sir. Your boi doesn’t know what he needs. Please Sir, please decide for me.”
A rubber boot appeared in Alex’s vision. It was white and, as it was used to raise Alex’s chin, he followed it up. White boot, attached to a white suit.
His Master was wearing the same thing Alex was. Suit, boots, and backpack. His gas mask was different, with a single mirrored visor. And the gloves on his hands actually had individual fingers!
“You don’t know what you need,” he said and Alex nodded. “Good boi. You’re learning. It’s not your place to decide what your limits are. That’s for both of us to discover.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Come on.”
Alex hopped to his feet, the water audibly sloshing and followed his Master. Outside the sun was already setting. Alex hadn’t realised how late in the day it was.
His Master opened the passenger door to his 4×4 and Alex climbed in without a word. The strap around the car seat was still there. He held up his hands as he was strapped in securely. A minute later they were driving, though not on the dirt track towards the main road but out across the fields.
“It’s time I lay out the rules for you boi. I’m a hunter. The stalk, the chase. It gets my blood pumping. It gets me hard,” he said, and he leaned over to tap Alex’s nuts through the suit. “The most beautiful game.”
As He said the words, Alex felt dread creep into his chest. He knew what was coming next. The 4×4 crashed through a forest, miles from the farmhouse now. They came to a stop in a clearing.
“The game is simple. You have to find your way back. To help you, that plug in your ass will pulse. The closer you are to the house, the stronger the shock. The last few miles will really test your desire to get back.”
Alex gulped nervously, his collar suddenly a notch too tight. How bad would the shocks be as he got near he thought? His Master got out, walking around to the passenger door and helping Alex out. As if reading his mind, the Master smiled beneath his mask. He grabbed the two loose tubes that dangled over Alex’s shoulders.
“To give you some motivation, this game has a time limit. In your backpack is enough air for eight hours. If you get back to the house in that time, the backpack will switch to an external feed. If you don’t get back in time…”
The tubes screwed into Alex’s gas mask and he felt it suck tight against his face. He panicked, mitted hands clawing at it until his Master flicked a switch on the backpack and he felt the cool wash of air.
“It’s a long walk boi,” his master said. “You have a thirty minute head start.”
Alex’s eyes were wild beneath his gas mask. His Master gave him one last tap on his nuts.
“Run.”
***
The forest was thick. Alex pushed through the bushes, the thickest thorns unable to make even a scratch against his suit. His mitts made climbing out of the streams a nightmare, but he fought like a wild animal.
Every now and then, the plug in his ass would buzz. He’d almost missed the first few zaps in his haste. But then they’d started getting stronger. He’d been half way down a slope when a jolt had caused him to lose his grip and tumble the rest of the way.
His cock had never been so hard though. At one point he thought he saw a light playing through the trees. Dropping to the ground, Alex could feel his dick pressing against his body in the rubber. He had had to stop himself humping the forest floor!
The gas mask limited his vision. The hood cut out sound. He pulled in every breath, acutely aware of his limited supply of oxygen.
The plug buzzed again, a dull jolt.
Alex picked himself up and continued running. Forest, field, stream, he kept on going. Cycling had given him endurance, but the rubber sapped his energy quickly.
At some point it began to rain, a light trickle at first, then a heavy downpour. It took some of the heat from the suit and Alex stopped to recover. He sat back against a tree trunk, trying to get his breathing under control.
The rope came out of nowhere, thrown around his chest from behind so that he was tied to the tree.
A white figure emerged from behind him.
“You stick out like a white fox in a coal mine boi.”
His Master knelt on one knee before him. He pulled out a remote, and Alex saw the dial on it was set to five. Alex looked pleadingly into the mirrored visor of his Master but saw only his own reflection.
“Ahhh,” he shouted, pulling against the ropes.
The shock went on for what felt like forever. Tears collected within his gas mask.
And then there was only the sound of the rain. The rope was untied and Alex was pulled unceremoniously to his feet.
“Catch and release boi.” When Alex didn’t move, his Master pointed in the general direction of the house. “Run.”
Alex ran. He ran like his life depended on it. His cock bounced within the rubber, screaming for release while his ass screamed from the shocks.
He was captured three more times. Each time, the dial was cranked a notch higher. For number eight he was hogtied, left in a ditch for fifteen minutes as the plug worked up and down, rising and falling in its intensity. All the while, his Master watched, rubbing his white fingers over his own suit.
When he was released, Alex was determined not to be caught again.
He covered his suit in mud, hiding every bit of white he could. The farmhouse was in sight now, the powerful lights glaring against the night.
The plug was getting stronger, each jolt causing Alex to make a misstep. The air reaching his lungs had begun to feel thinner with each breath.
He pushed on, running low across the open field surrounding the farm.
A mile out and Alex was reduced to crawling. The shocks caused him to yelp. He dug his mitts into the dirt, pulling himself across the fields. The gas mask clicked with each breath.
He could see the fence now.
Dragging himself, his cock was excited by every rock and bump he shifted across.
He could make out the building. His objective only a hundred feet away.
The clicks in his gas mask had slowed down.
Alex clawed at the ground. The fence was right there and then…
His Master’s white boots, splattered with mud, stepped between him and the fence. Alex reached out, a mitt brushing at the mud on his Master’s foot. His Master knelt and lifted Alex’s head with one hand.
“Not today,” He said.
Alex collapsed in an exhausted heap as his Master lifted him from the ground and carried him inside, the last clicks of his gas mask echoing in his ears.
Chapter 8
Alex came to slowly. His world was dark and restrictive. His jaw ached from having worn the gas mask for so long but he couldn’t open his mouth even a little. Every part of his body felt like it was stuffed, squeezed or trapped. And in his ass was the unmistakeable presence of the electro-plug.
He was still in rubber. Alex felt the sweat building up. He could feel heavy straps across his legs, chest and arms. But there was more, it felt like he was enveloped inside an airbag.
His head was locked in place by blocks to either side. A large gag had been inflated in his mouth, pushing his cheeks out until they met resistance from both within and without. Two tubes entered his nose and seemed to be his only source of air.
His entire world was at once both suffocatingly small and larger than the universe. He could feel the thick straps tug against his chest with each laboured breath, and then in the same instant his mind raced forward to think of every possible future that may lie in store. It was hell and it was nirvana and, while his brain struggled with the duality, his cock knew exactly how it felt.
Alex had just started to relax and accept his position when he felt it.
The plug.
It started vibrating at first. A tiny jolt just to remind him it was there, buried deep in his ass. He tried to buck his hips, push it out of him before it was too late, but it was no use.
It jolted again a few seconds or an hour later, he couldn’t tell.
Alex pushed, strained, pulled against the restraints.
He knew what was coming.
The first wave of true shocks made him groan into the gag. His entire body fought against its own involuntary spasms. He was terrified, knowing exactly what was coming but powerless to stop it. But more so, he was loving it, knowing it was exactly what he had agreed to when he asked his Master to decide on his punishment.
His Master.
Alex felt his dick harden at the thought of his Master a moment before the plug shocked him again.
He loved his Master. He wanted to please him so badly, wanted to explore just how much he could take. Even when Alex had been on the cusp of giving up at the fence boundary his Master had been there.
Watching him.
Loving him.
The next wave felt like fire spreading from his ass to the very tips of his fingers. His breath caught, the tubes in his nose felt like he was sucking for his life through tiny straws.
Alex wept, the tears hot beneath the blindfold that pushed against his eyelids. He cried in ecstasy. This was the hardest thing he had ever endured in his life; trapped in a black void of heat and pain, unable to move a muscle, with his world wracked by agony and the terror before the next shock. And yet he was loving it, as evidenced by his cock, slowly pushing against the layers of rubber.
Alex had absolute faith in his Master. He knew he was safe. That he was pleasing his Master. He cried because he knew he would never be able to feel this amazing ever again.
Alex waited for the next shock. The one that would send him over the edge. That would cause his mind to shut down, his breathing to stop, and his cock to explode. He waited, his entire body tensed, poised, ready.
He waited and waited, but the shock never came. He cried out against the gag, begging his unseen tormentor for that last release.
There was no exact point at which Alex felt himself stop screaming for the shocks to resume before succumbing to sleep. Such distinctions had lost all meaning. He simply existed and then didn’t exist. Waiting for his Master to use him again. Sleep came swiftly and deeply.
***
“Don’t move.”
The words were muffled.
Alex tried to tilt his head, but he was still trapped. The pressure against his chest was gone now though, or at least reduced. He could feel the straps, but the feeling of being squished beneath an airbag was gone.
He blinked his eyes against the natural light as the blindfold was unclipped from his face. His Master was there, backlit by the light of the main room.
“Just relax,” He said.
Alex saw he was inside of a large box. The lid and all the sides were padded with inflatable rubber panels. As the cool air rushed in, he felt himself shiver in his rubbersuit.
“It’s morning.”
The straps were unlocked from across his legs, then his arms. Alex went to rub his wrists, but felt a heavy hand hold them down.
“Stay,” was the only command.
Two thick blocks of padding were removed from either side of his head. More straps were undone; chest, neck, forehead.
“Hug me.”
It was an unusual command, but Alex gripped his arms around his Master’s neck and felt himself been pulled upright. He wondered why a moment before he felt his legs go weak. He began to stumble, but his Master was there, supporting him.
Alex wanted to kiss him. Their mouths were so close, but he still had the monstrous gag in his mouth. He settled for resting his chin on his Master’s shoulder.
He felt the heavy leather glove pat the back of his head.
“I’m proud of you boi,” his Master said. Alex’s cock jumped. “You very nearly made it back to the house.”
Alex was lifted out of the box, and deposited on the couch. His Master sat next to him and reached over with one hand, touching Alex’s cock lightly. He slowly ran His finger up and down Alex’s exposed shaft.
“Covering yourself in mud was a very mischievous idea. I almost didn’t see you.” Alex tried to plead with his eyes, but his Master was smiling. “I liked it though. It showed you were trying.”
Alex nodded, his chin touching the collar around his neck.
“But you did make an awful mess.” The Master’s finger flicked against Alex’s cock. “And dirty bois must clean up their mess.”
Alex nodded again. His arms remained firmly by his side, but he had balled his hands into fists as he winced at the pain his Master tormented upon his sensitive member.
“I’m going to ungag you now. You will not say a word. In the mudroom you will find both worksuits. Both, very muddy, very dirty, worksuits. You will clean them boi, and when I inspect them I had better find them perfect. Do you understand?”
Alex hadn’t stopped nodding it felt like. His mind was on his cock, feeling his Master’s fingers, the fine leather, the very stitching, playing with his cock.
“You have an hour before breakfast.”
The gag plopped out with a wet smack, and Alex bit down the urge to thank his Master. Instead he ran for the mudroom beside the entrance.
The two suits were there. One splattered up to the knees. The other covered from head to toe. Alex sighed and took down the dirtier of the two and set to work.
***
The inspection was over quickly. His Master found three tiny specks of dirt, but was otherwise satisfied. Alex spent the whole time with his forehead pressed to the tile floor.
“Acceptable boi. Stand up.”
Alex stood, arms by his side, chin down against his collar.
“Strip.”
He hesitated for a moment before sliding out of his suit. The smell was pungent. Alex stood naked before his Master, shivering on the cold floor. All he wore now was the thick collar.
“Arms out.”
The Master reached for the small water gun that Alex had been using earlier to clean the suits, and knew what was coming next. The water was cold but at least wiped away the grime.
“Turn around.”
More soaking. Alex wiped at his skin, helping to clean himself off. Finally the spray finished and Alex stood shivering before his Master.
“Bend over.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Alex tried to touch his toes, ass pointed at his Master, and felt the terrifying intruder finally pulled free.
“Kiss it.”
Alex slowly pursed kissed the buttplug that his Master held out with trembling lips. It wasn’t the taste or where it had been. It was what it represented; what it had done to him over the last twelve hours. The thing was a monster and yet he still revered it.
“Kiss me.”
Alex stepped towards his Master, but found his progress blocked by a gloved hand against his chest.
“Not there.”
His Master unzipped his breeches. Alex was kneeling before His cock was even free. He planted a kiss on the tip of his Master’s magnificent meat. Then he worked his way along the shaft, kissing every inch.
“Good boi.”
Alex kissed like his life depended on it. He was shivering uncontrollably now. His Master placed two gloved hands against Alex’s cheeks and pulled him away.
“Upstairs.”
They moved quickly through the house. Alex tried to get what little warmth he could from the fireplace as they moved past. Upstairs they headed not for the playroom, but instead his Master’s bedroom. The room was warm and the carpet thick under foot.
A tray of toast, bacon, and other sundries lay on one of the bedside tables.
“Sunday breakfast is a proper meal boi.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And you acted like a proper slave last night.”
Alex gulped. “Thank you Sir.”
“On the bed.”
Alex sat gingerly on the edge of the four-poster. He looked at the heavy iron rings set into the posts around him.
His Master approached with a thick neoprene hood. No words were said between the two of them. He pulled the hood over Alex’s head, settling it into position. It had no eyes, only thick padding, but the mouth and chin were open to the air.
He drew the zip down slowly and deliberately, once again taking away one of Alex’s senses. Alex’s use of his hands soon followed. First one hand, then the other, were encased in thick rubber mitts that zipped up his arms.
The chain sounded heavy and Alex turned his head to try and track it. He felt a weight at the back of his neck followed moments later by the foreboding click of a padlock.
And then nothing. Silence. Alex sat as still as he could on the bed, the slightest movement making the chain rattle.
A whistle. Somewhere to his right. Again, he heard it. Alex moved forwards off the bed, feeling his way forwards on all fours. His mitted fists made it difficult to make out the material underfoot.
As Alex shifted further over the floor he bumped into something. Metal bars, a few feet tall. His cage from the night before! The whistle turned into a chuckle and then returned.
Alex worked around the cage and felt his chain dragging behind him as it clicked against the bars.
He was close to the source of the sound now. As he drew near, the chain began to lift as it reached its limit. Alex felt its weight tugging against his collar. A few more shuffles forward and it had no more slack to give.
Alex struggled against it, but he couldn’t move another inch forward. He let his mitts reach out, and found two reassuring bumps. His Master’s boots.
“Good boi,” he heard. “Open wide.”
The bacon was crispy and played against Alex’s lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed greedily.
And then the boots moved away. Alex waited. Another whistle. He moved more quickly now, roaming to the extreme of his range. A slice of toast this time, still warm.
The third location brought with it a cherry tomato, passed from his Master’s mouth to his own. Their lips remained together longer than it took to pass the piece of fruit.
Breakfast took much longer than a typical meal, but by the end Alex had learnt every fibre of the carpet in his Master’s bedroom. He felt the chain tug at his neck and followed it back to the foot of the bed.
His head was pulled closer and closer. Lifted from the floor. Alex felt his way up his Master’s legs, until his face could only smell leather.
“Dessert boi.”
Alex gripped his Master’s legs with his mitted fists and went to work with gusto. He ran his tongue along his Master’s cock before taking it all into his mouth. He sucked slowly, rhythmically, building up into a steady motion.
The chain was gripped tight as his Master moaned, His hips thrusting against Alex’s masked face. Alex sucked harder, swallowing first the length and then the load as he felt his Master explode deep within his throat.
Licking every last drop, Alex sat back, breathing heavily. The chain fell loose against his back.
They sat there, Alex on his haunches, his Master breathing heavily on the end of the bed, for what felt like hours. Eventually Alex felt fingers running along the top of his head and then the zip slowly pulled up.
As he looked into his Master’s eyes, his Master smiled.
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” He asked.
Alex nodded like an idiot, so blissfully happy. A gloved finger wiped at a bit of cum on Alex’s chin and he happily licked it clean when the finger was held before his mouth.
“Good boi. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”
Alex gulped, and the gloved hand put a finger across his lips, halting any questions.
“Let’s get you ready,” He said, holding out the inevitable rubbersuit.
Alex nodded.
Chapter 9
They were back in the barn behind the main farmhouse. Only twenty-four hours before Alex had been lead in as a pony, tied to a post and fucked for the first time by his Master. As they entered now, he was instead lead to a separate room.
The walls were bare concrete. A steel surgical table lay off to one side. A reclining examination chair stood waiting, its attached leg stirrups a brilliant white in the harsh fluorescent light.
The Master walked past it all, but Alex’s eyes were like saucers. He was back in his rubbersuit. A rubber hood had been added, with eye and mouth holes, all locked beneath his collar. He hurried along behind his Master.
They arrived at a gap between two low concrete walls, about five feet high.
“This whole room used to be a cowshed. I’d bring them in here in the morning, one to a stall. No need for it now. But I kept one of the stalls.”
Between the two stalls hung a mess of steel bars and thick white rubber straps. Alex gulped, trying to guess at what was coming. He was manhandled into place. Backed up until he stood between the two walls and then his Master set to work.
Two straps were run between his thighs, and another across his chest beneath his armpits. Without warning, a motor whirred, the steels bars raised up, and the straps pulled tight.
Alex was lifted from the ground, suspended by his legs and chest. The Master set about with some of the smaller straps. His hands were pulled back into a prayer position, bound at the wrist and elbow. His ankles were hogtied and connected to his collar. Now Alex was forced to look up and forwards as his Master revealed the final piece of the puzzle.
“You’ve done well this weekend boi. You deserve a reward, you deserve release. But you also need to learn another lesson.”
Alex stared at the device in his Master’s hands.
“You need to learn the difference between pleasure and purpose. Cumming is not how you will attain pleasure anymore. Your purpose is to bring me pleasure. You think you know that now, but you’re still hard, you’re still thinking about your own cock and not mine.”
Alex nodded his head, the web of straps tugging at him in every direction. Already his shoulders were aching.
“This is a milking machine. It will suck you dry boi. It will take every last drop of cum in your balls, and then it will keep on going. You will get your release, whether you want it or not.”
The device was heavy. A thick mess of silver and plastic with two clear tubes running away. It slipped on easily, already well-lubricated, and then more straps were added, ensuring a tight fit.
It started slowly at first, a gentle suck and release. Alex was already on edge and it took only a few minutes for him to finally explode in agony. As he hung panting, his Master put a gloved hand beneath his chin.
“That was number one, let’s see how many more you have in you. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
Alex watched him go, tilting his head as far as he could. Already he was getting hard again.
***
It wasn’t pain. Alex had felt pain over the last twenty-four hours.
His hips tried to pull back. The straps around his thighs shifted, the thick rubber unyielding in its sling. The interminable milking machine continued against his crotch.
He had cum a second time, and then a third. By the fourth time his cock felt drained, each suck of the machine tugging at him harder and harder. Then he’d cum again and it had begun a dull ache. Alex didn’t know how many more times since, time itself had lost all meaning.
His balls were empty now. Drained of every last drop of boi juice he could muster. And still the machine was pumping away at him.
A bead of sweat trickled down the inside of his rubber hood, collecting at the edge of the hole for his mouth. Alex licked at it, tasting the salt of his own struggles. His neck ached, the collar pressed against his throat, and he bit down on another moan escaping his lips.
“Thirsty boi?”
Alex jolted awake, realising he hadn’t been paying attention to anything else in the room other than his own cock. His Master stood before him, wearing his heavy white worksuit. In the bright fluorescent lights he looked amazing.
The tall white boots finished beneath his knees. The padded knees stood out proud, before the material hugged His muscular thighs. Abs and chest were hidden, but Alex could see the white rubber squeeze against the powerful biceps as a gloved finger pushed his forehead back.
The nipple of a bottle was placed against his lips and Alex sucked at it hard. The water was cool and refreshing. He let go, taking in air, and a white rubbered hand played over the shiny black of his new skin.
“How are you feeling boi?”
“Empty Sir.”
“Empty? No. There’s plenty more left inside of you.”
“Please Sir. I can’t. Honestly. I’m empty.”
“Oh boi,” He said, putting the bottle to Alex’s lips again, “you don’t know the meaning of the word.”
And with that, the Master turned away. Alex shouted after his Master, pleading for release from the straps and the machine and the relentless sucking. The heavy bootsteps paused.
When they returned, Alex looked longingly into his Masters eyes. His Master smiled as he reached into a nearby drawer and removed a ball gag. The ball was huge and Alex groaned as his jaw was wedged open. As it was buckled behind his head, his groans had turned to whimpers.
“What is your purpose boi?”
“Two pwease wu Sir,” he gurgled past the intruder.
“And what is your pleasure boi?”
Alex hung his head as far as the straps would allow. “Two pweasure wu Sir.”
The white boots turned away after the longest time and Alex felt tears roll down his cheeks beneath the rubber hood. Already his spit was collecting at the corner of his mouth.
And the machine kept, on, sucking.
***
The straps shook as Alex was lowered to the floor. He curled into a heap, his legs, arms and neck still bound. A puddle of drool had collected on the floor beneath his head and he rested his rubber covered cheek in it, not caring.
His cock hurt. It felt raw, its very life sucked out over and over and over again. He let out a quiet sob and his tears mixed with his drool.
The white boots stepped in front of him.
“Well boi, have you learnt the difference?”
Without answering, Alex wormed his way forwards. His rubber body squeaked against the floor and he inched closer until he could push his gagged mouth against his Master’s feet. He kissed as best he could, leaving a trail of drool in his wake.
His Master knelt down and began unbuckling his straps. He didn’t need to tell Alex not to move his limbs; he was incapable of such movement by himself.
“Such a messy boi. Always getting covered in muck.”
“Sowwy Mathter.”
A leash was clipped to Alex’s collar and he felt it tug. He got up unsteadily on his hands and knees. The leash tugged again and he stood, using the concrete walls for support.
Alex was lead over to a metal sawhorse. The surfaces were padded with rubber and he lay on them without complaint. More straps, a thick one across the small of his back, and then dozens more, smaller, were laced across his calves, thighs, arms and wrists. His head was left free and a long stream of drool stretched from his gag to the floor as Alex tried to watch his Master.
“Tell me again boi, what is your purpose.”
Alex let his head hang. “Two pwease wu Sir.”
“And what is your pleasure?”
“Two pwease wu Sir.”
“I’m going to breed you boi. I want you to focus on my cock. Your only thoughts should be about my cock.”
“Yeth Sir.”
He was gentle at first. Alex felt his own thighs pushed against the metal of the sawhorse. His Master’s legs were strong, even beneath the padding of His worksuit.
His white gloved fingers grabbed at Alex’s back, using the straps there for purchase. His cock entered, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Alex let out a moan behind his gag.
His cock was huge. Unlike yesterday, when Alex was tied to the corral pole, this time his Master could drive deeper. Harder he pushed, the rubber of His suit making a rhythmic smack against Alex’s own.
Alex’s ass felt full. His Master’s cock grew as it burrowed deeper, bigger than the terrifying electro-plug. Alex squeezed with his ass, tried to work with the limited motion he had available.
His Master was panting now, the heavy worksuit a perfect cocoon of white rubber as he plowed his new boi. Alex felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. His breathing was ragged, small bubbles forming in the gap between gag and rubber-covered lips.
This was heaven and just as Alex thought he could take no more, he felt his Master explode within him. It was electric. The straps on his back were pulled tight as his Master held on, making sure every last drop stayed in his boi’s asshole.
Alex sagged against the sawhorse as his Master dismounted him.
“Good… boi…” his Master panted between breaths.
He walked around to face Alex. The gag plopped out and fell to the floor with a wet thud as he released it. Before Alex could work his jaw, his Master’s cock had entered his mouth.
“Clean me off boi,” He said.
Alex licked and sucked, removing every drop of his Master’s cum. Finally his Master pulled out. Alex stared at the floor, his gag lying there in its pool of spit. He felt physically exhausted after the mornings activities.
His Master’s face appeared before him. He had his white hood up, leaving only the skin of his face visible. He knelt closer and kissed Alex, spit and saliva combining as they touched.
“You were so good,” his Master whispered.
“Thank you Sir. I… I love you Sir.”
His Master said nothing and Alex was terrified he had crossed a line. The white suit stood and walked away. The straps holding Alex down were released slowly and without word. Alex didn’t try to fight or move, scared he had done enough damage already.
He was left alone after that.
With no word, his Master left the barn. Eventually Alex extracted himself from the sawhorse and headed outside. The sun had passed its midpoint. Sunday was already drawing to a close.
Alex ran his fingers against his rubber-covered body and nervously headed towards the farmhouse.
Chapter 10
He was sitting at the dining table.
Alex stepped into the mudroom and saw Him waiting in the next room. He had changed, his worksuit was hanging up on one of the pegs now, next to Alex’s own. Alex pulled off the black rubber boots he had used to cross the yard quietly and placed them beneath his suit.
His Master said nothing.
Dropping to his hands and knees, Alex crawled slowly across the floor of the kitchen towards his Master.
He was wearing leather breeches again. Light gray, with black piping down the sides. The inside was a darker shade and only served to highlight His powerful legs.
Alex reached for His boot, but his Master patted his knee instead. Slowly getting to his feet, Alex sat gingerly in his Master’s lap.
“Boi, you have impressed me.”
“Thank…”
A gloved hand covered Alex’s mouth. He could taste the leather and his Master’s musk on it. He felt like he weighed nothing in this mans hands.
“But the weekend is nearly over.”
His Master worked at the collar around Alex’s neck and it came loose and clattered to the floor. Alex felt his shoulders sag at the loss of its weight.
“Your cycling clothes are on the chair over there,” He said, pointing to the fireplace.
Alex looked at his skinsuit. It had been washed and now hung drying by the fireplace. It seemed so inadequate compared to the rubbersuit he was wearing now.
“I will drive you home, like I promised.”
Alex merely nodded.
“I… I was going to ask you a question today boi. About whether you truly wanted a relationship. Whether you were ready to be my… slave, and not just my plaything.” The silence hung between the two of them. His Master reached out to the table and picked up the shiny black chastity device that lay there. “But I think we’re beyond words now. Go up stairs boi, change into your skinsuit and then I’ll take you home.”
Alex slowly set down his feet and stood from his Master’s warmth. His Master grabbed Alex’s rubber wrist before he could move away.
“Take this, boi,” He said, placing the chastity device in Alex’s hand. “You can make your own decision whether you use it or not.”
Alex nodded and collected his skinsuit. He made his way upstairs quietly, his skinsuit folded over one arm, the black cage in his hand.
***
His Master was waiting by the back door when Alex came down the stairs. He had put on his worksuit over His leather uniform.
Alex crossed the main room, his skinsuit snug and tight after having been freshly washed. It clung to his skin, showing off every contour, and yet it felt like he was wearing a loose shirt after spending so long in rubber.
Alex stood before his Master, eyes turned down the floor. His Master closed the gap between them and his hand gripped Alex between the legs.
His Master smiled as he felt the ungiving plastic of the cage nestled between his boi’s legs.
Without a word, they kissed. Long and hard. The Master’s hand didn’t leave Alex’s crotch until they both came up for air.
“In the truck, boi.”
Alex nodded quickly and went to step outside but his Master coughed to get his attention.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Alex turned and looked at what his Master was pointing at. His worksuit, hanging neatly on the wall next to an empty spot. Alex smiled and nearly sprang into the heavy suit. Once again his Master helped him pull the zip up, but the hood stayed down.
In the passenger seat, Alex felt the comforting strap being tightened across his chest before his hands were cuffed in place. He sat motionless as his Master loaded the bike and other sundries into the trunk, and soon they were driving back towards civilization.
“I took the liberty of copying your address from your licence.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.”
The rest of the drive proceeded in silence. They parked in the underground parking lot of Alex’s apartment complex. He led the way up, his Master carrying Alex’s bike and a large bag as if they weighed nothing. They looked like two workmen in their big white rubbersuits.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” Alex said, pausing before opening his door.
“I understand, boi.”
“The… the walls are thin.”
“I can find ways to keep you quiet.”
Alex shuddered as he opened the door and welcomed his Master into his home. It was a simple layout, one bedroom, one bathroom. Putting Alex’s bike down by the door, the Master explored fully before returning to Alex.
“Strip. Naked.”
Soon Alex was standing in just his chastity device. From the large bag, his Master pulled out a fresh rubbersuit and Alex smiled in delight.
“While you are in this apartment, you will always wear rubber. Do you understand boi?”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“Whenever you take out the trash or go to the shops, you will wear your worksuit over the top. I expect you to continue exercising, but you will start focusing on strength as well as cardio. You will put on mass. In the bag is a protein mix; it will help you bulk up. It will also increase your libido.”
His Master rummaged around in the bag and pulled out more rubber. Straps, shirts, jocks. More rubber than Alex had in his entire home.
“When you can’t wear your fullsuit, you will wear this. You will always have some form of rubber against your skin. At night, you will restrain yourself. It won’t be perfect, but it will do for now.”
“Thank you Master.”
“I’m not done boi. Next weekend, you will wait in the parking lot at exactly six pm. I will collect you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes, Master.”
“What was the first thing I said boi?”
Alex hesitated a moment before reaching for the rubbersuit and pulling it on as quickly as he could. He would always be in rubber from now on.
His Master came up to him, rubber to rubber, and grabbed his boi.
“I’m sorry boi,” He said. “For leaving you when you said… when you said you loved me. I was never expecting to pick up a cityboi on a rainy Friday night, much less find such a sub with such potential.” Their lips touched briefly. “But I’m so glad I did.”
“Master?”
“Yes boi.”
“Do you have to head back now?”
Alex felt his Master release him, watched Him lean down and pull something from the bag. When He stood back up Alex gulped.
In His hands, He held the inflatable gag to keep him quiet.
And the electro-plug to make him scream.
“We have all evening boi, and every night thereafter.”
The End
Chapter 6
Alex’s world had been reduced to the two small portholes of his vision. The gas mask squeezed against his face with each breath he took. The smell of rubber was his entire world, the smell rich and filling his nose.
He had tried tugging at the restraints on the padded bed. The cuffs on his arms held tight. Eventually he had given up and fallen into a half-sleep after the mornings tiring workout.
The world beyond his rubbered skin had been anything but silent though. Every now and then he’d hear banging or scraping and his cock would twitch at the thought of what his Master was up to. He would be drifting off and then wake with a start, sure that someone had been watching him. If only he could lift his head to see.
Panic.
Alex woke, a primal urge screaming at him. He couldn’t breathe. His arms pulled at the cuffs but they wouldn’t give. He kicked impotently. His entire body was wracked with fear.
The pipe! The pipe from his gas mask must have caught on something or got blocked or…
He looked and saw him. The shadow of his Master, standing at the top of the padded table.
As soon as they made eye contact, Alex’s air returned. He could feel the oxygen race back into his bloodstream. He still twitched and jerked but the conscious part of his brain told him to relax. The pipe made a heavy whistling at his laboured breath.
“Deep boi, breathe deep.” His Master’s voice was gentle, his mouth right beside Alex’s rubber covered ear.
“Breathe deep boi.”
Alex let his breathing settle and, just when he thought he had recovered, his air was cut off again. This time his Master put a heavy hand on his chest, forcing his boi’s chest to remain hard against the table as Alex bucked.
More air, Alex relaxed, and then nothing again.
Each time, his Master’s hand moved lower. Alex had stopped bucking. He put everything into conserving oxygen when he could, focusing only on the electric touch of the strong fingers against rubber skin.
He felt the squeeze on his cock. In his oxygen-deprived state, it felt like his cock was a flagpole, a hundred feet high and his Master’s fingers; they felt like a giants, gripping him tighter than steel. Alex had never felt so erect in his life.
His hips went wild. He bucked, up and down, up and down. His Master didn’t even move his hand. Alex bit his lips beneath the gas mask, dug his fingers into the padding of the table, let his back arch so tightly it felt like his spine was breaking.
And then he could breathe, the giant’s hand removed from his flagpole. He was so close. So absolutely on the very edge and he tried wildly to find that last ounce of release.
But it was gone, evaporated.
As he was left alone once more, Alex couldn’t help but let out a cry. He sobbed beneath the gas mask. Not out of pain or fear, but sheer gratitude. He had never felt so alive, so desperate to explode. From within his rubber prison, he whispered a silent “thank you” and fell back into the deepest sleep he’d ever had.
***
“Rise and shine.”
Alex rolled onto his side. And was instantly awake! His arms were free. He touched his wrists, and realised he was bare, naked. The gas mask, the rubber suit, all of it was gone!
His Master chuckled.
“You were out like a light boi. I was worried I’d driven you too hard in the paddock this morning and then the breath play…”
The Master stopped speaking. Alex had leapt from the table, wrapping his arms around his Master and kissing him as if He were the only source of oxygen left in the universe.
Eventually they separated, Alex’s arms still encircling his Master. He sheepishly looked down.
“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to…”
His Master kissed him back, a leather-gloved hand holding the back of Alex’s head.
“Who would have thought a city boi could kiss so well?” He said.
Alex smiled and dropped to his knees. His Master was still wearing leather breeches and Alex fumbled to undo the zipper. A gloved hand stopped him though.
“Not yet.”
Alex nodded dumbly, his fingers stopping their work. He went to rise, but the hand pushed him back down.
“Stay.”
Dehner boots walked away as Alex stared at the floor. He heard the opening of cupboards, things piled on the table, and then the boots returned.
“Look at me boi.” He was standing before Alex. “Last night, I picked up an unruly city-boi. He lacked discipline. Lacked… purpose. Now, I wasn’t 100% certain about this boi. He was inexperienced, needed an awful lot of training.”
Alex hung his head in shame.
“I offered this boi a chance to grow. Did he want to be trained?”
“Yes Master! Please Master.”
“Please what boi?”
“Please train me to be the perfect rubberboi Master.”
“Why?”
Alex bit his lip. He felt so vulnerable, naked without even the rubber to protect him. He hadn’t realised how much he needed his true skin.
“Because it’s the only way I can serve you Master.”
“Yes boi.” Gloved fingers lifted Alex’s chin. “I offered you a collar last night. Do you remember?”
Alex nodded.
“And do you remember what I said?”
He nodded again. “You said it would signify the start of my training Sir.”
“It did.” The Master reached across to the table and picked up the heavy collar. “You’ve had a chance to see what training can be like. It was hard. I was hard on you today boi. I have no time for sissies who think they want it, but then wimp out when the going gets tough. So I’m going to give you a choice, the first of two.”
The Master held out the collar.
“Buckle this on yourself and you commit to your training. There will be no more chances to reconsider. If you agree to this, I will promise you one thing.”
Alex felt his cock getting hard with each word. He sat, knelt on the floor, his eyes transfixed on the heavy leather of the collar before him. He didn’t dare let his hands touch his penis.
“If you agree boi, I will mould you into the perfect rubberboi. You will crave rubber. Need rubber. Every hole will be filled. Every hour you are here, you will learn how to serve a true Rubber Master.”
Alex gulped and nodded along.
“And you will earn your keep. It will not be easy. It will not be fair. But I will not let you fail boi.”
“Thank you Master,” Alex said.
“Last chance then boi.” The collar shook in His hands. “Do you really, truly, wish to be trained.”
The hesitation was only for a second. Thoughts of what Alex was getting himself into. The pain, the fear, that might come with agreeing. But it was gone before he could even finish worrying.
Alex gently took the proffered collar. His Master did not let go straight away, instead looking into his boi’s eyes.
“Be sure,” he said.
Alex nodded, and placed the collar around his neck. It snapped shut with a satisfying finality. His body shuddered.
“And now the second part.”
Alex looked up, his fingers still on the leather collar. His Master turned to the table once more and ran His fingers over something Alex couldn’t see.
“No doubt you’ve been thinking of me as your Master these past 24 hours boi. But Master implies something different. As your trainer, I will get your body ready. Your mind will change, trivial thoughts will be wiped. But it will end. Eventually you will be all that you can be. As a trainer, I will control your present. But as a Master, I will own your future.”
The room suddenly felt much smaller. Goosebumps stuck out on Alex’s arms. His mouth opened ever so slightly and his Master put a single leather-covered finger on the very tip of Alex’s lips.
“Sshh. This isn’t like training. There’s no second chance with this. I don’t want you to answer now, but you need to know the price.”
He reached onto the table and grabbed what he had been playing with before. It was a chastity device. Black plastic, solid and very small.
“I will take away your ability to choose when and where you find release. You will find pleasure only in pleasing me.”
“Yes Master.”
“You will not decide now. Any answer you could give would be tainted by… other thoughts,” He said, using the toe of His Dehners to press against Alex’s exposed cock. “For now, let’s get you ready for tonight. I hope you got some good sleep, you’re going to need it.”
Alex tilted his head, suddenly feeling nervous.
“You’re young, fit. Cycling has given you endurance. It’s time we put that to the test.” The Master motioned with his finger. “Kiss the ground, ass in the air.”
Alex scrambled around, his forehead touching the floor and his exposed asshole pointing to the sky.
“This,” his Master said from behind him, “is a rather shocking little device.”
Alex heard the chuckle in his Master’s voice. The buttplug was indeed shocking, it felt like a fist slowly working itself inside of him. He groaned, his forehead pushing against the floor with a squeak.
“To demonstrate…”
If the buttplug was like a fist, the electric shock it delivered was like been punched in the gut. Alex screamed, collapsing in a heap.
“Like I said, shocking. That was level 7, just to give you some idea. We won’t start that high, don’t worry.”
Alex was still quivering on the floor, his hands clapped across his ass. He could feel tears in his eyes.
“Stand up.”
It took a moment for the words to register in Alex’s ears. He slowly starting unentangling himself.
“Faster.”
The table was covered in a mess of rubber, the chastity cage amongst the items.
“We don’t need that for tonight,” his Master said, sweeping the plastic device aside. “Start with the plug harness.”
Alex picked up the leather jock, stepping into it quickly. His cock passed through a small hole, with the rear strap ensuring the electro-plug would not be getting free anytime soon.
“The rubber suit.”
His Master was standing back, watching as Alex quickly performed all the tasks. The suit was still slick with his sweat and it went on quickly.
Alex felt the relief of been back in rubber. He ran his hands down the surface, smoothing out any creases. He tucked the neck beneath his collar.
“The worksuit.”
Gulping, Alex looked at the big white suit on the table. It was the same one he’d worn when he first arrived. A heavy double layer of rubber, with the thick mitts and hood still attached.
The plug in his butt suddenly jolted Alex. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it was still enough to make Alex grip the table for support.
“You’re keeping your Master waiting boi.”
“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
Alex picked up the suit and began working his feet in. All the sweat and water from the previous night pooled around his toes. Putting his arms into the mitts, Alex turned to his Master for the final touches.
His Master stepped forward, pulling the zip up the front and patting down a thick flap to hide it. From the table, he picked up a small padlock and used it to lock the zip to the neck of the suit.
“Turn around for me.”
Alex began a slow pirouette. The attached boots squeaked on the floor, the soles thick and heavy. The crotch knocked against the plug harness, driving it deeper. His hands were lost in the white gloves, just blobs that wouldn’t be able to open the flap much less tug at the zipper.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“You’re not done yet.”
A gas mask lay on the table. It was similar to the one Alex had worn earlier, only this one was white like the suit and had ports for two tubes.
Alex tried to pick it up, but his Master just chuckled. Picking it up instead, his Master secured it firmly to Alex’s face, tightening each of the straps in turn. Alex’s world was reduced to the two small holes of vision once again. Without pause, his Master raised the hood of the suit like the night before. The collar of the hood fit perfectly against the gas mask.
“Like Christmas morn,” his Master said.
Alex looked at himself in the mirror. A perfect white mass of rubber, no flesh visible.
“Last step.”
The cupboard was one Alex hadn’t seen inside of yet. His Master opened it a crack and reached in. As he turned round, Alex had no idea what he was seeing.
It was a backpack. A thick white case with a web of straps. By the way his Master was holding it, it was heavy.
“Turn around,” he said again.
Alex put his arms through the straps, taking the weight on his back. His Master pulled the shoulder straps tight. Then a chest strap. And finally, two smaller straps that went between his legs.
He grabbed two tubes that exited the top of the pack and fed them through two loops on the top of the shoulder straps. For the moment he let them rest on Alex’s chest.
“All set.” He stood back, looking at Alex. “Boi, you will go downstairs and wait for me by the fireplace. I expect you to be kneeling ready. I want you to think of a punishment, the consequences of failing a challenge I am about to set you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then go. I will be down shortly.”
And with that, Alex slipped down the hallway in his rubber boots, thinking of just what was in store for him tonight.
Chapter 7
The fireplace was roaring. Alex could feel the heat building up in his suit, the water sloshing about between his two rubber skins.
He knelt, gas masked forehead pressed to the stone floor.
“Have you thought about what I asked?”
His Master had arrived. Alex didn’t dare sit-up until told to do so.
“Yes Sir.”
“And?”
“Sir, I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No Sir. Your boi doesn’t know what he needs. Please Sir, please decide for me.”
A rubber boot appeared in Alex’s vision. It was white and, as it was used to raise Alex’s chin, he followed it up. White boot, attached to a white suit.
His Master was wearing the same thing Alex was. Suit, boots, and backpack. His gas mask was different, with a single mirrored visor. And the gloves on his hands actually had individual fingers!
“You don’t know what you need,” he said and Alex nodded. “Good boi. You’re learning. It’s not your place to decide what your limits are. That’s for both of us to discover.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Come on.”
Alex hopped to his feet, the water audibly sloshing and followed his Master. Outside the sun was already setting. Alex hadn’t realised how late in the day it was.
His Master opened the passenger door to his 4×4 and Alex climbed in without a word. The strap around the car seat was still there. He held up his hands as he was strapped in securely. A minute later they were driving, though not on the dirt track towards the main road but out across the fields.
“It’s time I lay out the rules for you boi. I’m a hunter. The stalk, the chase. It gets my blood pumping. It gets me hard,” he said, and he leaned over to tap Alex’s nuts through the suit. “The most beautiful game.”
As He said the words, Alex felt dread creep into his chest. He knew what was coming next. The 4×4 crashed through a forest, miles from the farmhouse now. They came to a stop in a clearing.
“The game is simple. You have to find your way back. To help you, that plug in your ass will pulse. The closer you are to the house, the stronger the shock. The last few miles will really test your desire to get back.”
Alex gulped nervously, his collar suddenly a notch too tight. How bad would the shocks be as he got near he thought? His Master got out, walking around to the passenger door and helping Alex out. As if reading his mind, the Master smiled beneath his mask. He grabbed the two loose tubes that dangled over Alex’s shoulders.
“To give you some motivation, this game has a time limit. In your backpack is enough air for eight hours. If you get back to the house in that time, the backpack will switch to an external feed. If you don’t get back in time…”
The tubes screwed into Alex’s gas mask and he felt it suck tight against his face. He panicked, mitted hands clawing at it until his Master flicked a switch on the backpack and he felt the cool wash of air.
“It’s a long walk boi,” his master said. “You have a thirty minute head start.”
Alex’s eyes were wild beneath his gas mask. His Master gave him one last tap on his nuts.
“Run.”
***
The forest was thick. Alex pushed through the bushes, the thickest thorns unable to make even a scratch against his suit. His mitts made climbing out of the streams a nightmare, but he fought like a wild animal.
Every now and then, the plug in his ass would buzz. He’d almost missed the first few zaps in his haste. But then they’d started getting stronger. He’d been half way down a slope when a jolt had caused him to lose his grip and tumble the rest of the way.
His cock had never been so hard though. At one point he thought he saw a light playing through the trees. Dropping to the ground, Alex could feel his dick pressing against his body in the rubber. He had had to stop himself humping the forest floor!
The gas mask limited his vision. The hood cut out sound. He pulled in every breath, acutely aware of his limited supply of oxygen.
The plug buzzed again, a dull jolt.
Alex picked himself up and continued running. Forest, field, stream, he kept on going. Cycling had given him endurance, but the rubber sapped his energy quickly.
At some point it began to rain, a light trickle at first, then a heavy downpour. It took some of the heat from the suit and Alex stopped to recover. He sat back against a tree trunk, trying to get his breathing under control.
The rope came out of nowhere, thrown around his chest from behind so that he was tied to the tree.
A white figure emerged from behind him.
“You stick out like a white fox in a coal mine boi.”
His Master knelt on one knee before him. He pulled out a remote, and Alex saw the dial on it was set to five. Alex looked pleadingly into the mirrored visor of his Master but saw only his own reflection.
“Ahhh,” he shouted, pulling against the ropes.
The shock went on for what felt like forever. Tears collected within his gas mask.
And then there was only the sound of the rain. The rope was untied and Alex was pulled unceremoniously to his feet.
“Catch and release boi.” When Alex didn’t move, his Master pointed in the general direction of the house. “Run.”
Alex ran. He ran like his life depended on it. His cock bounced within the rubber, screaming for release while his ass screamed from the shocks.
He was captured three more times. Each time, the dial was cranked a notch higher. For number eight he was hogtied, left in a ditch for fifteen minutes as the plug worked up and down, rising and falling in its intensity. All the while, his Master watched, rubbing his white fingers over his own suit.
When he was released, Alex was determined not to be caught again.
He covered his suit in mud, hiding every bit of white he could. The farmhouse was in sight now, the powerful lights glaring against the night.
The plug was getting stronger, each jolt causing Alex to make a misstep. The air reaching his lungs had begun to feel thinner with each breath.
He pushed on, running low across the open field surrounding the farm.
A mile out and Alex was reduced to crawling. The shocks caused him to yelp. He dug his mitts into the dirt, pulling himself across the fields. The gas mask clicked with each breath.
He could see the fence now.
Dragging himself, his cock was excited by every rock and bump he shifted across.
He could make out the building. His objective only a hundred feet away.
The clicks in his gas mask had slowed down.
Alex clawed at the ground. The fence was right there and then…
His Master’s white boots, splattered with mud, stepped between him and the fence. Alex reached out, a mitt brushing at the mud on his Master’s foot. His Master knelt and lifted Alex’s head with one hand.
“Not today,” He said.
Alex collapsed in an exhausted heap as his Master lifted him from the ground and carried him inside, the last clicks of his gas mask echoing in his ears.
Chapter 8
Alex came to slowly. His world was dark and restrictive. His jaw ached from having worn the gas mask for so long but he couldn’t open his mouth even a little. Every part of his body felt like it was stuffed, squeezed or trapped. And in his ass was the unmistakeable presence of the electro-plug.
He was still in rubber. Alex felt the sweat building up. He could feel heavy straps across his legs, chest and arms. But there was more, it felt like he was enveloped inside an airbag.
His head was locked in place by blocks to either side. A large gag had been inflated in his mouth, pushing his cheeks out until they met resistance from both within and without. Two tubes entered his nose and seemed to be his only source of air.
His entire world was at once both suffocatingly small and larger than the universe. He could feel the thick straps tug against his chest with each laboured breath, and then in the same instant his mind raced forward to think of every possible future that may lie in store. It was hell and it was nirvana and, while his brain struggled with the duality, his cock knew exactly how it felt.
Alex had just started to relax and accept his position when he felt it.
The plug.
It started vibrating at first. A tiny jolt just to remind him it was there, buried deep in his ass. He tried to buck his hips, push it out of him before it was too late, but it was no use.
It jolted again a few seconds or an hour later, he couldn’t tell.
Alex pushed, strained, pulled against the restraints.
He knew what was coming.
The first wave of true shocks made him groan into the gag. His entire body fought against its own involuntary spasms. He was terrified, knowing exactly what was coming but powerless to stop it. But more so, he was loving it, knowing it was exactly what he had agreed to when he asked his Master to decide on his punishment.
His Master.
Alex felt his dick harden at the thought of his Master a moment before the plug shocked him again.
He loved his Master. He wanted to please him so badly, wanted to explore just how much he could take. Even when Alex had been on the cusp of giving up at the fence boundary his Master had been there.
Watching him.
Loving him.
The next wave felt like fire spreading from his ass to the very tips of his fingers. His breath caught, the tubes in his nose felt like he was sucking for his life through tiny straws.
Alex wept, the tears hot beneath the blindfold that pushed against his eyelids. He cried in ecstasy. This was the hardest thing he had ever endured in his life; trapped in a black void of heat and pain, unable to move a muscle, with his world wracked by agony and the terror before the next shock. And yet he was loving it, as evidenced by his cock, slowly pushing against the layers of rubber.
Alex had absolute faith in his Master. He knew he was safe. That he was pleasing his Master. He cried because he knew he would never be able to feel this amazing ever again.
Alex waited for the next shock. The one that would send him over the edge. That would cause his mind to shut down, his breathing to stop, and his cock to explode. He waited, his entire body tensed, poised, ready.
He waited and waited, but the shock never came. He cried out against the gag, begging his unseen tormentor for that last release.
There was no exact point at which Alex felt himself stop screaming for the shocks to resume before succumbing to sleep. Such distinctions had lost all meaning. He simply existed and then didn’t exist. Waiting for his Master to use him again. Sleep came swiftly and deeply.
***
“Don’t move.”
The words were muffled.
Alex tried to tilt his head, but he was still trapped. The pressure against his chest was gone now though, or at least reduced. He could feel the straps, but the feeling of being squished beneath an airbag was gone.
He blinked his eyes against the natural light as the blindfold was unclipped from his face. His Master was there, backlit by the light of the main room.
“Just relax,” He said.
Alex saw he was inside of a large box. The lid and all the sides were padded with inflatable rubber panels. As the cool air rushed in, he felt himself shiver in his rubbersuit.
“It’s morning.”
The straps were unlocked from across his legs, then his arms. Alex went to rub his wrists, but felt a heavy hand hold them down.
“Stay,” was the only command.
Two thick blocks of padding were removed from either side of his head. More straps were undone; chest, neck, forehead.
“Hug me.”
It was an unusual command, but Alex gripped his arms around his Master’s neck and felt himself been pulled upright. He wondered why a moment before he felt his legs go weak. He began to stumble, but his Master was there, supporting him.
Alex wanted to kiss him. Their mouths were so close, but he still had the monstrous gag in his mouth. He settled for resting his chin on his Master’s shoulder.
He felt the heavy leather glove pat the back of his head.
“I’m proud of you boi,” his Master said. Alex’s cock jumped. “You very nearly made it back to the house.”
Alex was lifted out of the box, and deposited on the couch. His Master sat next to him and reached over with one hand, touching Alex’s cock lightly. He slowly ran His finger up and down Alex’s exposed shaft.
“Covering yourself in mud was a very mischievous idea. I almost didn’t see you.” Alex tried to plead with his eyes, but his Master was smiling. “I liked it though. It showed you were trying.”
Alex nodded, his chin touching the collar around his neck.
“But you did make an awful mess.” The Master’s finger flicked against Alex’s cock. “And dirty bois must clean up their mess.”
Alex nodded again. His arms remained firmly by his side, but he had balled his hands into fists as he winced at the pain his Master tormented upon his sensitive member.
“I’m going to ungag you now. You will not say a word. In the mudroom you will find both worksuits. Both, very muddy, very dirty, worksuits. You will clean them boi, and when I inspect them I had better find them perfect. Do you understand?”
Alex hadn’t stopped nodding it felt like. His mind was on his cock, feeling his Master’s fingers, the fine leather, the very stitching, playing with his cock.
“You have an hour before breakfast.”
The gag plopped out with a wet smack, and Alex bit down the urge to thank his Master. Instead he ran for the mudroom beside the entrance.
The two suits were there. One splattered up to the knees. The other covered from head to toe. Alex sighed and took down the dirtier of the two and set to work.
***
The inspection was over quickly. His Master found three tiny specks of dirt, but was otherwise satisfied. Alex spent the whole time with his forehead pressed to the tile floor.
“Acceptable boi. Stand up.”
Alex stood, arms by his side, chin down against his collar.
“Strip.”
He hesitated for a moment before sliding out of his suit. The smell was pungent. Alex stood naked before his Master, shivering on the cold floor. All he wore now was the thick collar.
“Arms out.”
The Master reached for the small water gun that Alex had been using earlier to clean the suits, and knew what was coming next. The water was cold but at least wiped away the grime.
“Turn around.”
More soaking. Alex wiped at his skin, helping to clean himself off. Finally the spray finished and Alex stood shivering before his Master.
“Bend over.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Alex tried to touch his toes, ass pointed at his Master, and felt the terrifying intruder finally pulled free.
“Kiss it.”
Alex slowly pursed kissed the buttplug that his Master held out with trembling lips. It wasn’t the taste or where it had been. It was what it represented; what it had done to him over the last twelve hours. The thing was a monster and yet he still revered it.
“Kiss me.”
Alex stepped towards his Master, but found his progress blocked by a gloved hand against his chest.
“Not there.”
His Master unzipped his breeches. Alex was kneeling before His cock was even free. He planted a kiss on the tip of his Master’s magnificent meat. Then he worked his way along the shaft, kissing every inch.
“Good boi.”
Alex kissed like his life depended on it. He was shivering uncontrollably now. His Master placed two gloved hands against Alex’s cheeks and pulled him away.
“Upstairs.”
They moved quickly through the house. Alex tried to get what little warmth he could from the fireplace as they moved past. Upstairs they headed not for the playroom, but instead his Master’s bedroom. The room was warm and the carpet thick under foot.
A tray of toast, bacon, and other sundries lay on one of the bedside tables.
“Sunday breakfast is a proper meal boi.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And you acted like a proper slave last night.”
Alex gulped. “Thank you Sir.”
“On the bed.”
Alex sat gingerly on the edge of the four-poster. He looked at the heavy iron rings set into the posts around him.
His Master approached with a thick neoprene hood. No words were said between the two of them. He pulled the hood over Alex’s head, settling it into position. It had no eyes, only thick padding, but the mouth and chin were open to the air.
He drew the zip down slowly and deliberately, once again taking away one of Alex’s senses. Alex’s use of his hands soon followed. First one hand, then the other, were encased in thick rubber mitts that zipped up his arms.
The chain sounded heavy and Alex turned his head to try and track it. He felt a weight at the back of his neck followed moments later by the foreboding click of a padlock.
And then nothing. Silence. Alex sat as still as he could on the bed, the slightest movement making the chain rattle.
A whistle. Somewhere to his right. Again, he heard it. Alex moved forwards off the bed, feeling his way forwards on all fours. His mitted fists made it difficult to make out the material underfoot.
As Alex shifted further over the floor he bumped into something. Metal bars, a few feet tall. His cage from the night before! The whistle turned into a chuckle and then returned.
Alex worked around the cage and felt his chain dragging behind him as it clicked against the bars.
He was close to the source of the sound now. As he drew near, the chain began to lift as it reached its limit. Alex felt its weight tugging against his collar. A few more shuffles forward and it had no more slack to give.
Alex struggled against it, but he couldn’t move another inch forward. He let his mitts reach out, and found two reassuring bumps. His Master’s boots.
“Good boi,” he heard. “Open wide.”
The bacon was crispy and played against Alex’s lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed greedily.
And then the boots moved away. Alex waited. Another whistle. He moved more quickly now, roaming to the extreme of his range. A slice of toast this time, still warm.
The third location brought with it a cherry tomato, passed from his Master’s mouth to his own. Their lips remained together longer than it took to pass the piece of fruit.
Breakfast took much longer than a typical meal, but by the end Alex had learnt every fibre of the carpet in his Master’s bedroom. He felt the chain tug at his neck and followed it back to the foot of the bed.
His head was pulled closer and closer. Lifted from the floor. Alex felt his way up his Master’s legs, until his face could only smell leather.
“Dessert boi.”
Alex gripped his Master’s legs with his mitted fists and went to work with gusto. He ran his tongue along his Master’s cock before taking it all into his mouth. He sucked slowly, rhythmically, building up into a steady motion.
The chain was gripped tight as his Master moaned, His hips thrusting against Alex’s masked face. Alex sucked harder, swallowing first the length and then the load as he felt his Master explode deep within his throat.
Licking every last drop, Alex sat back, breathing heavily. The chain fell loose against his back.
They sat there, Alex on his haunches, his Master breathing heavily on the end of the bed, for what felt like hours. Eventually Alex felt fingers running along the top of his head and then the zip slowly pulled up.
As he looked into his Master’s eyes, his Master smiled.
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” He asked.
Alex nodded like an idiot, so blissfully happy. A gloved finger wiped at a bit of cum on Alex’s chin and he happily licked it clean when the finger was held before his mouth.
“Good boi. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”
Alex gulped, and the gloved hand put a finger across his lips, halting any questions.
“Let’s get you ready,” He said, holding out the inevitable rubbersuit.
Alex nodded.
Chapter 9
They were back in the barn behind the main farmhouse. Only twenty-four hours before Alex had been lead in as a pony, tied to a post and fucked for the first time by his Master. As they entered now, he was instead lead to a separate room.
The walls were bare concrete. A steel surgical table lay off to one side. A reclining examination chair stood waiting, its attached leg stirrups a brilliant white in the harsh fluorescent light.
The Master walked past it all, but Alex’s eyes were like saucers. He was back in his rubbersuit. A rubber hood had been added, with eye and mouth holes, all locked beneath his collar. He hurried along behind his Master.
They arrived at a gap between two low concrete walls, about five feet high.
“This whole room used to be a cowshed. I’d bring them in here in the morning, one to a stall. No need for it now. But I kept one of the stalls.”
Between the two stalls hung a mess of steel bars and thick white rubber straps. Alex gulped, trying to guess at what was coming. He was manhandled into place. Backed up until he stood between the two walls and then his Master set to work.
Two straps were run between his thighs, and another across his chest beneath his armpits. Without warning, a motor whirred, the steels bars raised up, and the straps pulled tight.
Alex was lifted from the ground, suspended by his legs and chest. The Master set about with some of the smaller straps. His hands were pulled back into a prayer position, bound at the wrist and elbow. His ankles were hogtied and connected to his collar. Now Alex was forced to look up and forwards as his Master revealed the final piece of the puzzle.
“You’ve done well this weekend boi. You deserve a reward, you deserve release. But you also need to learn another lesson.”
Alex stared at the device in his Master’s hands.
“You need to learn the difference between pleasure and purpose. Cumming is not how you will attain pleasure anymore. Your purpose is to bring me pleasure. You think you know that now, but you’re still hard, you’re still thinking about your own cock and not mine.”
Alex nodded his head, the web of straps tugging at him in every direction. Already his shoulders were aching.
“This is a milking machine. It will suck you dry boi. It will take every last drop of cum in your balls, and then it will keep on going. You will get your release, whether you want it or not.”
The device was heavy. A thick mess of silver and plastic with two clear tubes running away. It slipped on easily, already well-lubricated, and then more straps were added, ensuring a tight fit.
It started slowly at first, a gentle suck and release. Alex was already on edge and it took only a few minutes for him to finally explode in agony. As he hung panting, his Master put a gloved hand beneath his chin.
“That was number one, let’s see how many more you have in you. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
Alex watched him go, tilting his head as far as he could. Already he was getting hard again.
***
It wasn’t pain. Alex had felt pain over the last twenty-four hours.
His hips tried to pull back. The straps around his thighs shifted, the thick rubber unyielding in its sling. The interminable milking machine continued against his crotch.
He had cum a second time, and then a third. By the fourth time his cock felt drained, each suck of the machine tugging at him harder and harder. Then he’d cum again and it had begun a dull ache. Alex didn’t know how many more times since, time itself had lost all meaning.
His balls were empty now. Drained of every last drop of boi juice he could muster. And still the machine was pumping away at him.
A bead of sweat trickled down the inside of his rubber hood, collecting at the edge of the hole for his mouth. Alex licked at it, tasting the salt of his own struggles. His neck ached, the collar pressed against his throat, and he bit down on another moan escaping his lips.
“Thirsty boi?”
Alex jolted awake, realising he hadn’t been paying attention to anything else in the room other than his own cock. His Master stood before him, wearing his heavy white worksuit. In the bright fluorescent lights he looked amazing.
The tall white boots finished beneath his knees. The padded knees stood out proud, before the material hugged His muscular thighs. Abs and chest were hidden, but Alex could see the white rubber squeeze against the powerful biceps as a gloved finger pushed his forehead back.
The nipple of a bottle was placed against his lips and Alex sucked at it hard. The water was cool and refreshing. He let go, taking in air, and a white rubbered hand played over the shiny black of his new skin.
“How are you feeling boi?”
“Empty Sir.”
“Empty? No. There’s plenty more left inside of you.”
“Please Sir. I can’t. Honestly. I’m empty.”
“Oh boi,” He said, putting the bottle to Alex’s lips again, “you don’t know the meaning of the word.”
And with that, the Master turned away. Alex shouted after his Master, pleading for release from the straps and the machine and the relentless sucking. The heavy bootsteps paused.
When they returned, Alex looked longingly into his Masters eyes. His Master smiled as he reached into a nearby drawer and removed a ball gag. The ball was huge and Alex groaned as his jaw was wedged open. As it was buckled behind his head, his groans had turned to whimpers.
“What is your purpose boi?”
“Two pwease wu Sir,” he gurgled past the intruder.
“And what is your pleasure boi?”
Alex hung his head as far as the straps would allow. “Two pweasure wu Sir.”
The white boots turned away after the longest time and Alex felt tears roll down his cheeks beneath the rubber hood. Already his spit was collecting at the corner of his mouth.
And the machine kept, on, sucking.
***
The straps shook as Alex was lowered to the floor. He curled into a heap, his legs, arms and neck still bound. A puddle of drool had collected on the floor beneath his head and he rested his rubber covered cheek in it, not caring.
His cock hurt. It felt raw, its very life sucked out over and over and over again. He let out a quiet sob and his tears mixed with his drool.
The white boots stepped in front of him.
“Well boi, have you learnt the difference?”
Without answering, Alex wormed his way forwards. His rubber body squeaked against the floor and he inched closer until he could push his gagged mouth against his Master’s feet. He kissed as best he could, leaving a trail of drool in his wake.
His Master knelt down and began unbuckling his straps. He didn’t need to tell Alex not to move his limbs; he was incapable of such movement by himself.
“Such a messy boi. Always getting covered in muck.”
“Sowwy Mathter.”
A leash was clipped to Alex’s collar and he felt it tug. He got up unsteadily on his hands and knees. The leash tugged again and he stood, using the concrete walls for support.
Alex was lead over to a metal sawhorse. The surfaces were padded with rubber and he lay on them without complaint. More straps, a thick one across the small of his back, and then dozens more, smaller, were laced across his calves, thighs, arms and wrists. His head was left free and a long stream of drool stretched from his gag to the floor as Alex tried to watch his Master.
“Tell me again boi, what is your purpose.”
Alex let his head hang. “Two pwease wu Sir.”
“And what is your pleasure?”
“Two pwease wu Sir.”
“I’m going to breed you boi. I want you to focus on my cock. Your only thoughts should be about my cock.”
“Yeth Sir.”
He was gentle at first. Alex felt his own thighs pushed against the metal of the sawhorse. His Master’s legs were strong, even beneath the padding of His worksuit.
His white gloved fingers grabbed at Alex’s back, using the straps there for purchase. His cock entered, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Alex let out a moan behind his gag.
His cock was huge. Unlike yesterday, when Alex was tied to the corral pole, this time his Master could drive deeper. Harder he pushed, the rubber of His suit making a rhythmic smack against Alex’s own.
Alex’s ass felt full. His Master’s cock grew as it burrowed deeper, bigger than the terrifying electro-plug. Alex squeezed with his ass, tried to work with the limited motion he had available.
His Master was panting now, the heavy worksuit a perfect cocoon of white rubber as he plowed his new boi. Alex felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. His breathing was ragged, small bubbles forming in the gap between gag and rubber-covered lips.
This was heaven and just as Alex thought he could take no more, he felt his Master explode within him. It was electric. The straps on his back were pulled tight as his Master held on, making sure every last drop stayed in his boi’s asshole.
Alex sagged against the sawhorse as his Master dismounted him.
“Good… boi…” his Master panted between breaths.
He walked around to face Alex. The gag plopped out and fell to the floor with a wet thud as he released it. Before Alex could work his jaw, his Master’s cock had entered his mouth.
“Clean me off boi,” He said.
Alex licked and sucked, removing every drop of his Master’s cum. Finally his Master pulled out. Alex stared at the floor, his gag lying there in its pool of spit. He felt physically exhausted after the mornings activities.
His Master’s face appeared before him. He had his white hood up, leaving only the skin of his face visible. He knelt closer and kissed Alex, spit and saliva combining as they touched.
“You were so good,” his Master whispered.
“Thank you Sir. I… I love you Sir.”
His Master said nothing and Alex was terrified he had crossed a line. The white suit stood and walked away. The straps holding Alex down were released slowly and without word. Alex didn’t try to fight or move, scared he had done enough damage already.
He was left alone after that.
With no word, his Master left the barn. Eventually Alex extracted himself from the sawhorse and headed outside. The sun had passed its midpoint. Sunday was already drawing to a close.
Alex ran his fingers against his rubber-covered body and nervously headed towards the farmhouse.
Chapter 10
He was sitting at the dining table.
Alex stepped into the mudroom and saw Him waiting in the next room. He had changed, his worksuit was hanging up on one of the pegs now, next to Alex’s own. Alex pulled off the black rubber boots he had used to cross the yard quietly and placed them beneath his suit.
His Master said nothing.
Dropping to his hands and knees, Alex crawled slowly across the floor of the kitchen towards his Master.
He was wearing leather breeches again. Light gray, with black piping down the sides. The inside was a darker shade and only served to highlight His powerful legs.
Alex reached for His boot, but his Master patted his knee instead. Slowly getting to his feet, Alex sat gingerly in his Master’s lap.
“Boi, you have impressed me.”
“Thank…”
A gloved hand covered Alex’s mouth. He could taste the leather and his Master’s musk on it. He felt like he weighed nothing in this mans hands.
“But the weekend is nearly over.”
His Master worked at the collar around Alex’s neck and it came loose and clattered to the floor. Alex felt his shoulders sag at the loss of its weight.
“Your cycling clothes are on the chair over there,” He said, pointing to the fireplace.
Alex looked at his skinsuit. It had been washed and now hung drying by the fireplace. It seemed so inadequate compared to the rubbersuit he was wearing now.
“I will drive you home, like I promised.”
Alex merely nodded.
“I… I was going to ask you a question today boi. About whether you truly wanted a relationship. Whether you were ready to be my… slave, and not just my plaything.” The silence hung between the two of them. His Master reached out to the table and picked up the shiny black chastity device that lay there. “But I think we’re beyond words now. Go up stairs boi, change into your skinsuit and then I’ll take you home.”
Alex slowly set down his feet and stood from his Master’s warmth. His Master grabbed Alex’s rubber wrist before he could move away.
“Take this, boi,” He said, placing the chastity device in Alex’s hand. “You can make your own decision whether you use it or not.”
Alex nodded and collected his skinsuit. He made his way upstairs quietly, his skinsuit folded over one arm, the black cage in his hand.
***
His Master was waiting by the back door when Alex came down the stairs. He had put on his worksuit over His leather uniform.
Alex crossed the main room, his skinsuit snug and tight after having been freshly washed. It clung to his skin, showing off every contour, and yet it felt like he was wearing a loose shirt after spending so long in rubber.
Alex stood before his Master, eyes turned down the floor. His Master closed the gap between them and his hand gripped Alex between the legs.
His Master smiled as he felt the ungiving plastic of the cage nestled between his boi’s legs.
Without a word, they kissed. Long and hard. The Master’s hand didn’t leave Alex’s crotch until they both came up for air.
“In the truck, boi.”
Alex nodded quickly and went to step outside but his Master coughed to get his attention.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Alex turned and looked at what his Master was pointing at. His worksuit, hanging neatly on the wall next to an empty spot. Alex smiled and nearly sprang into the heavy suit. Once again his Master helped him pull the zip up, but the hood stayed down.
In the passenger seat, Alex felt the comforting strap being tightened across his chest before his hands were cuffed in place. He sat motionless as his Master loaded the bike and other sundries into the trunk, and soon they were driving back towards civilization.
“I took the liberty of copying your address from your licence.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.”
The rest of the drive proceeded in silence. They parked in the underground parking lot of Alex’s apartment complex. He led the way up, his Master carrying Alex’s bike and a large bag as if they weighed nothing. They looked like two workmen in their big white rubbersuits.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” Alex said, pausing before opening his door.
“I understand, boi.”
“The… the walls are thin.”
“I can find ways to keep you quiet.”
Alex shuddered as he opened the door and welcomed his Master into his home. It was a simple layout, one bedroom, one bathroom. Putting Alex’s bike down by the door, the Master explored fully before returning to Alex.
“Strip. Naked.”
Soon Alex was standing in just his chastity device. From the large bag, his Master pulled out a fresh rubbersuit and Alex smiled in delight.
“While you are in this apartment, you will always wear rubber. Do you understand boi?”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“Whenever you take out the trash or go to the shops, you will wear your worksuit over the top. I expect you to continue exercising, but you will start focusing on strength as well as cardio. You will put on mass. In the bag is a protein mix; it will help you bulk up. It will also increase your libido.”
His Master rummaged around in the bag and pulled out more rubber. Straps, shirts, jocks. More rubber than Alex had in his entire home.
“When you can’t wear your fullsuit, you will wear this. You will always have some form of rubber against your skin. At night, you will restrain yourself. It won’t be perfect, but it will do for now.”
“Thank you Master.”
“I’m not done boi. Next weekend, you will wait in the parking lot at exactly six pm. I will collect you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes, Master.”
“What was the first thing I said boi?”
Alex hesitated a moment before reaching for the rubbersuit and pulling it on as quickly as he could. He would always be in rubber from now on.
His Master came up to him, rubber to rubber, and grabbed his boi.
“I’m sorry boi,” He said. “For leaving you when you said… when you said you loved me. I was never expecting to pick up a cityboi on a rainy Friday night, much less find such a sub with such potential.” Their lips touched briefly. “But I’m so glad I did.”
“Master?”
“Yes boi.”
“Do you have to head back now?”
Alex felt his Master release him, watched Him lean down and pull something from the bag. When He stood back up Alex gulped.
In His hands, He held the inflatable gag to keep him quiet.
And the electro-plug to make him scream.
“We have all evening boi, and every night thereafter.”
The End