Here's chapter 3 - Hope that you enjoy!

PART THREE 
FIRST FUCK

He didn’t wake up, he was startled awake and from his deep slumber he was jolted into full consciousness when he opened his eyes to find the lights back on, he shook his heed to knock the moisture from his goggles so he could at least see something and saw Biker in between his legs yanking the ass balloon out. He let out a "mmppffff" from fright but just as suddenly Biker was in him, his thick cock slicked heavily with lube slid in before Jack had a chance to thin about it. It was so sudden and deep that it was combination of pain and want. It hurt both because it was sudden and big but not horribly since his ass had grown accustomed to the balloon. The man had both hands on Jack’s ankles, pushing his legs farther up and pounding his ass. He hadn’t said anything, but was just robotically fucking him like a beast, Jack swinging wildly in the sling and trying to make sense in his just-awoken state. 
"Oh God.... he’s big. uhhh.....big rubbered cock up my ass....fuck, oh yeah!!! Hurts so good, wish I could jerk my cock but I can’t even reach it." 
Jack was no longer hard but the piss-filled sheath with it’s now balloon like ending was bouncing about and slapping his thighs and stomach. He feared it would break but instead it just bounced around. He had to keep shaking his head to clear the goggles but realized there were water droplets on the outside of his lenses too.

He didn’t know how long the fuck went but it was hard and fast and furious and suddenly Biker moaned on a deep slam and Jack clamped down with what concentration he could muster. A few more pumps and the guy paused deep in jack and then withdrew. Jack felt relieved and was and empty all at once and since he could barely see, he sort of wasn’t thinking very well either. Biker walked around jack and slid the goggles off. A fine mist landed in his eyes and he winced. 
"It’s climate control, the mist keeps your body from overheating when you spend hours in the suit down here. You must have been pretty tired, you hot fuck. I just had to have that ass and I got tired of waiting for you to wake up." He unbuckled Jack’s collar and slid the hood off The mist seemed cold and he blinked to reacquaint himself. It ad been comfortable breathing in the hood but it was different now, and smelled less of rubber. Biker ran his gloves over Jack’s jawline, massaging it. 
"Pretty mouth boy, I’m liking all your parts." 
Jack smiled, sort of hazy like he was hung over. He sucked a gloved finger and pulled it into his mouth with suction. 
"Yeah, you still want it. Good sign, some guys just snap out of it the minute they think a scene is over but you’re definitely into it. Pretty good job stud, now we’re gonna take a rest and just so you appreciate the rubber by not having it, you’ll sleep with me but not in so much gear. That way you won’t be desensitized to it. Come on."

And with that, Biker undid the cuffs, the foot restraints, and helped Jack out of the sling, the piss bladder still bouncing between his legs. 
"Here, let’s take care of that." Biker lifted a bucket between Jack’s legs and with his other hand undid the straps wrapped around Jack’s genitals. 
"Hold the sheath so it doesn’t leak" Jack did as he was told. With the straps off, and blood painfully returning, Jack winced. Biker took the opportunity to take hold of Jack’s shaft and slide the sheath off expertly, twisting it as he approached the end and then dropping it into the bucket where the piss gushed out.

"Now strip your gear here and make it fast." Jack followed Biker to an edge of the room where the floor was metal with small perforations. He noticed as he stripped out of his sweaty suit that the moisture fell through the flooring. Jack was working as fast as he could but couldn’t help admire Biker’s bod who was smiling at him while he stripped out of his slick gear. Woof! When they were both naked, Biker grabbed Jack’s hand and tugged him behind him, Jack mesmerized by the man’s backside as they went upstairs.

Biker took him upstairs into what was quite an elegant house, big, spacious townhouse rooms filled with interesting antiques and modern pieces well chosen to be aesthetic but comfy. Expensive with things like neutral curtains that matched wall paint colors exactly. It was definitely a man’s house, not prissy, but obviously well detailed and expensively done with contemporary art and custom furniture but it wasn’t cluttered.

They went up another level of stairs and into the guy’s bedroom. Jack’s heart was pounding as walked behind the sexy naked man. Biker took jack into the bathroom and turned on the shower in a large sparse modern bath They stepped in and Biker gave Jack another deep kiss while he started soaping his back. 
"Suck me while I shampoo your hair." 
Jack smiled and dropped to his knees, eagerly wolfing down the big cock handing there, he closed his eyes and while Biker simultaneously massaged his scalp with shampoo ad gently gripped his head, bouncing him on his cock - Jack did his best to work the shaft, taking his time and being a lot more sensual now that they were in the steamy shower and had already played some. Jack’s cock was painfully hard and he stroked it occasionally while he sucked. Biker handed him a tube of gel soap and pointed at his own legs, which Jack proceeded to soap and lather the thick calves and thighs, all the while sucking, never letting the big dick out of his mouth. Biker took a washcloth and bend over to soap jack’s arms, neck, his back, all the while pumping the hot mouth. While they both loved rubber, there was still something really hot about skin to skin contact. The motions were slow and caring, and while Jack loved looking up at Biker when he blew him, the constant shower of water and soap made him keep his eyes closed and concentrate on sucking and soaping. Biker had meanwhile taken the shower head which was on a flexible hose and was rinsing Jack’s head and face, hot water pouring all over jack’s face while he sucked, Biker even jjack’s mouth with it so he could give Biker an even hotter slurp. When he go to lathering Biker’s butt cheeks, ht took a risk and poked a soap finger up the guy’s pucker. Surprisingly, instead of a protest, Biker grabbed Jack’s head, slid him off his dick and turned around - offering instead two steel hard cheeks. Jack marveled at the way the muscles were so firm, the guy was in excellent shape. As Biker braced himself against the wall and spread his legs, the ridge of his back between his wide lats channeled the water from the replaced shower head town to the crack of his butt where it poured and splashed over Jack’s head as he gave a nibble to the back of Biker’s ball sack dangling in front of him. He lathered his hole and when Biker unhooked and handed him the shower head, he lovingly rinsed away all the soap. When he was just clean and wet, he gave the handshower back to Biker to who adjusted it to pulse and aimed the water jet at his own cock and balls from the front. Jack lost no time in separating the round beef cheeks and diving in with his tongue, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, nibbling at the puckered hole and then making his tongue like a point and pushing it as deeply in as he could then wiggling it just inside the sphincter wildly. He felt Biker clamp down on his tongue and they plated at that game for a while, Biker letting Jack get his tongue in and then capturing it there with a tight squeeze, his big glutes tensing in Jack’s fac4e at the same time. Jack loved rimming a guy with a nice butt and he could hear Biker’s guttural moaning as he licked and chewed his man’s ass. Biker’s big hard legs felt so good and Jack ran his hands up and down them while he buried himself in Biker’s ass.

Biker turned off the shower and stopped jack for a moment. "Wait."

Jack knelt there, dripping wet in the showering, wondering what was next.

Biker left the bathroom and Jack could hear a door sliding, must have been a closet. Then it sounded like a drawer was being fumbled through. Biker returned wearing a gasmask hood with a long corrugated tube leading to a second mask in his hand. In his other hand, a squeeze tube of lube. He stepped back into the shower and slid and zippered the hood on jack’s wet head. Then wrapped the long tube around Jack’s neck once and pulled Jack to his feet. Jack had sensed poppers the moment the hood went on and as he breathed in, his heart rate began to speed. He stood, his cock bumping into Biker’s hard dick. Biker poured lube on both their cocks and then backed jack up against the tile wall, his hand stroking their two cocks together until they were fully coated. Biker then braced both hands on the wall and bean to pump his cock against Jack’s, both cocks sliding between their stomachs. The poppers worked. Jack had grown really hard the moment he saw Biker naked with just a hood with along tube coming towards him, now with the poppers racing his blood and this man’s hard dick rubbing against his he was close. He grabbed Biker’s ass and helped him grind even hard and faster against Jack. Both of their dicks sliding and pumping against one another until Jack lost if and shot while Biker began to speed up using Jack’s cum as extra lube on his throbbing meat.

Stepping back Biker shot his load in several arched squirts all over Jack’s chest, until his own chest heaving, he squeezed out the last few creamy drops and the rubbed them into Jack’s nipples, one set of thumb and finger on each tit, pinching and twisting them while Jack squirmed. He was already hot and bothered and the touch to him was electric. His own breath was hot and the poppers were making his mind reel. He was so exhausted his legs gave way and he slid down the wall to Biker’s feet.

Jack was hit with a warm stream of liquid and knew immediately Biker was pissing on him. He looked up and Bikers’ softening cock was now aimed at him, the stream wiping the cum from his nipples and down his chest. The piss felt great, warm and intimate and he lathered their mixed cum away with it. It was like Biker was marking him as his property. He even aimed it at Jack’s hood, the piss splashing off the mask and tube with a drumming noise to his brain. He was gasping for air in the sweaty mask, drained physically, genitally and mentally by this point. Biker turned the shower back on and after rinsing his own crotch, took off his hood and ran water inside and out it.

"Clean up." And with that Biker dropped the hood on the shower floor and handed the spray nozzle to Jack as he stepped out of the shower.

Jack sat there panting, he undid the hood and welcomed the fresh air. His mind flying from the residual poppers. Instead of standing up, he decided to sit there on the shower floor and rinse himself off, then wash the buddy hoods examining them as he went. He discovered the popper ampoules were lodged in the front part of each mask and that the long tube was actually perforated along it’s entire underside allowing fresh air in so you could wear it longer. He slowly stood and turned off the shower, carefully shaking water off the hoods and hanging them in the shower in such a way that they would dry without sticking together. He stepped out and dried himself with one of the ample towels and started to wonder what was next but realized he too needed to pee and so used the toilet and flushed it. He quietly stepped into the bedroom and saw the lights had been extinguishes except for one by the bed, it’s surface covered with both a fitted rubber sheet and a rubber top sheet, with inflated rubber pillows, two pairs side by side stacked at the head. Biker sat propped up on one side, wearing just a Muir cap. His bare torso disappearing under the rubber top sheet but his crotch and legs outlined by the thin sheeting. He had that smirk on is face again and he waived jack over with a pat on the empty side of the bed where a pair of locking rubber mitts were laying, connected with a two foot chain sheathed in inner tube rubber.

"Come on, you need some normal sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day and it’s late."

Jack crawled into bed next to the hunky man, the smooth sexy feel of rubber sheets and their scent making him think sex things again. He knew the mitts were meant for him so he slid his hands into them and offered himself to Biker who tightened and buckled the wrist straps securely. They felt good on, he’d seen them on the web before and wanted a pair: comfortable and the chain between them allowed plenty of free movement. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was now so he just meekly smiled. Biker turned Jack sideways and slid net to him, Biker’s hard cock poking Jack’s butt cheeks, then nestling between them, Jack pressing back against the warm, chest and feeling completely owned. Biker reached under Jack’s pillow and pulled out a web of narrow straps riveted together that Jack didn’t immediately recognize. As Biker slipped it over Jack’s horizontal head, he realized it was a had harness in a very thin weight rubber, with LOTS of straps and rivets. Geez this guy has a lot of stuff I’ve never seen, must be custom. I wonder if he owns a fetish company? He thought to himself. Once it was also buckled on, he lay his head back down. Biker curled in tighter around his boy and stuck his right arm on the pillow around Jack’s head, grabbing Jack’s jaw with his hand and then firmly poking his thumb in Jack’s mouth as if to imply, ok, this is how we sleep and nothing more. 
"No play now, you need sleep. You’re useless to me if you’re so tired, so get some rest. You’ll be a lot of fun tomorrow if you do. Sleep well, Jack Brisdon." 
Hearing his name sounded so strange. He didn’t feel himself, at least not the Jack who had been in the states 24 hours prior. He closed his eyes and sucked softly on the thumb in his mouth like a baby except instead of a mother cradling him, there was this beefy hunk of a stud laying naked next to him sandwiched between soft rubber sheets. The straps around his head were firm but no painful, just reminding of his status. His cock responded and grew hard in his crotch which Biker noticed. Jack felt him lift the rubber sheet over them up to the shoulder, and then his left hand slid over Jack’s abs until it grabbed his dick with a playful double jerk. "Mmmm," Biker groaned softly, "I thin you’ll do just fine." And with that he released Jack’s cock from his grip and, with one thumb resting in Jack’s mouth, lightly teased the tip of Jack’s cockhead almost absentmindedly. Jack luxuriated in the feel of this man up against his body. He was into kink but intimacy was part of sex too and the warmth of his body radiating into Jack’s was reassuring, especially with the sexy feel of the soft sheets and the stimulation at both ends. Had he not been so completely exhausted he probably would have had to try and jerk off or beg to be fucked, but he was I more of a happy fatigue daze after the poppers and soon was out like a rock.