Chapter 4 : Rubber Life

PART FOUR 
SUNDAY - rubber gym

Here's Chapter Four "Rubber Gym" from xxxslick@msn.com.    

When he awoke it was from a chill on his naked body. Opening his eyes he was aware immediately of both his bound hands, now wet from sweating their rubber mitts, and the snug harness on his head. That moment when you go from completely unconscious to suddenly aware of the night before. It wasn’t a dream he was still in this guy’s house. He rolled over and realized the sheet was damp and slick underneath him from his own sweat. The curtains were still drawn but thin slivers of bright light infused the room well enough to reveal it was well past morning. He sensed the need to pee and rocked himself to the side of the bed so he could stand.

Ugh, I’m sore!

A combination of not much to eat, jet lag, poppers, strenuous sex and dehydration had given him a headache and general soreness all over. Standing in the bathroom he saw that the two buckles had been undone on the mitts and he took the change to get them off, then remove the head harness which left faint gridded lines along his face and neck from the night’s wear. Well I won’t be going anywhere looking like this he thought to himself. His hair was bed messy, he just generally felt a little woozy so he popped in the shower for a quick rinse noticing the hoods were gone and that a small toiletry kit was on the side. Rubber of course, to make it waterproof. He opened it and found the basics so after he dried himself off he used the toilet, shaved, brushed his teeth and combed his wet hair. The only other contents of the kit were a cockring in neoprene and a pair of short snug gloves, so donning them he padded back into the bedroom wondering what he should do next. He was startled by Biker’s presence, the guy was always quiet when he arrived. Biker was wearing a different outfit, rubber camo pants that were tight in the thigh and looser in the lower leg over thick lugged boots of some kind. A short sleeveless rubber T was tucked in with a wide belt, his shoulders and biceps flattered by the cut. The T had a front zip that was half open revealing some really sexy pec cleavage he wanted to lick more than anything. For the first time his hands were bare but he had snap on rubber gauntlets covering his forearms. Pretty underdressed compared to last night but his bod looked great in it. Jack could never quite decide if he thought total rubber was sexier or a combination of rubber and visible skin playing up the difference. Or maybe both.

"Good. Ring and glove son, you take clues well, good sign. And washing up is good too. I like a clean boy who takes care of himself." Biker approached him and gave him a nice wet kiss while grassing his ass and chuckling to himself.
"Sir what’s funny?"
"You’re just a pleasant surprise, and a perfect candidate for some rubber plans I have."
"Mmm" Jack hugged Biker happily knowing there was even more in store.
"Normally, you won’t know plans but I’ll give you the basic schedule today. You’re going to work out and eat, then we’re going for a sopping and whirlwind sightsee of London. Return for a snack and a nap and then we’re heading out tonight to something special."
"Whatever you want Sir, I’m happy to try anything you want," Jack smiled.
Biker smiled back, grabbed his sock cock like a handle and pulled Jack along into the next room, Jack jumping to follow since the sudden yank on his dick was a reminder pain was closer to pleasure than one might think.

"Start with this cream," Biker handed him a small jar. "Rub a little on your face where you have the red marks. It will minimize them, then gear up including the hood but don’t wash the cream off, and we’ll get started with your workout." The cream smelled like chamomile and Jack knew that had redness-reducing qualities.

Jack followed Biker to the house’s third above ground floor to a room done up like a high school locker room where he saw the familiar rubber gear awaiting him on a bench in the center. A short sleeved suit with legs just above the knee, with a 3-way zipper. There was a plain pull on thin hood and waders. He easily slid into them without any lube and waited for Biker who returned Shortly. His mouth looked full and he walked over and gave Jack a big sloppy wet kiss, filling his mouth with a syrupy concoction which tasted, yeah it did, it tasted like cherry. Biker pulled away.
"Creatine and lube, makes for a multipurpose rinse. I’ll walk you through your routine today, sometimes you’ll do it with buddies of mine, sometimes on your own so remember how the equipment works. I’ll let you talk freely for now, but typically you’ll be gagged if I’m not using you mouth for something better."

Jack smiled this time. "Sir, thank you for one of the hottest scenes ever. I’ve only dreamed about that sort of thing. Really, I just want you to know how much it means to me."

"We’ve only just started." Jack stared at the handsome face in front of him, squared sideburns, dark hair, green eyes, a real looker in a sort of James Bond secret agent style. He could hardly believe the guy was a kinkster and rich to boot, he was staring at Biker’s crotch again.

"I said do you need to stretch?"
"Huh"
"Stretch? Are you listening?
"Um, I’m sorry sir, I was just kinda daydreamin’ there for a sec, it won’t happen again. Sorry.
""You’ll get used to this and when it’s not so new, it will become second nature and you won’t have to even think about it."
Jack couldn’t imagine NOT thinking about rubber.
"Now go ahead and do some stretching, you’ve been in various bondage positions and I don’t want you cramping during your workout. I’ll go get breakfast."

Biker led Jack into the ‘gym’ and over to some thick neoprene foam wrestling mats for him to stretch on. They were soft and foamy. Jack sort of tumbled down.
"You OK?"
"Yeah, just a little out of it, guess I’m still get-lagged a bit."
"Well stretch your legs, back in ten."
Jack looked around and saw all manner of gym machinery in bright chrome but a lot of it had odd accessories and shapes, he wasn’t sure what any of them were for. As Biker walked away, Jack stared at the way his ass moved in the rubber jeans, he just wanted to bury his face there again. He looked around the room and all of a sudden was sleepy again. Without his usual cup of coffee, he found it hard to focus and the mirrored walls only made him a little dizzier. He did some lame hurdler stretches for his legs and before he’d paid much attention to anything, Biker returned carrying a tray with two thermos like steel containers, one taller than the other. But they had black short dildo lids on both of them, a pretty strange site. Guess a fetishist can never have too much rubber, Jack though.

Biker sat on the floor and cradling Jack’s head, took the smaller of the thermos containers and slid the dildo top into Jack’s mouth.
"Suck." The coffee was warm, but not hot and the perfect thing. Jack greedily sucked it down. "This will wake you up." Jack wasn’t sure if all the heat was coming from the warm liquid or if it was Biker’s body heat rising through his rubber jeans but he felt all warm and safe. When Jack had drained the coffee. Biker switched to the larger thermos. Jack opened wide and Biker slid the slightly bigger dildo nozzle into his mouth and pumped it a little for fun, watching Jack lick and suck until he let him keep it in his mouth. He tasted the familiar flavor of vanilla protein shake he used in N.U. He wondered if Biker knew all about him or if it was just some coincidence. The liquid was warm and he guzzled it realizing how little he had eaten in the last day.
"Yeah boy, love watching you work that black dildo with those pretty lips." Jack smiled and protein shake slipped out of his mouth and slid down his chin.

"Now this isn’t going to be a regular workout as you might have guessed already. If you become permanent, you’ll have regular workouts too but since you’re only here for a few days, I’m concentrating on what I want and I think you’ll be pleased with my choices. Just roll with it and maybe it’ll give you some new ideas for future scenes. OK, now get up." They both stood. Jack realized on the far wall that there were several straightjackets of the most elaborate kind hanging in a row. Biker led him across the room and chose one of the many jackets, opening the front zipper so Jack could don the sleeves and slide his head into the attached hood which had a large rubber coated hook where the mouth would be. He slid into the hood his mouth encountered a soft gag, sort of like gel padding on bike seats. There were no eyes and so he was enveloped in darkness. Biker zipped the front, crossed and buckled the arms and led him to the first machine. "Now bite the gag, it’ll help you with your grip." Jack could tell Stud was speaking directly into his ear, it made things a little easier to hear through two hoods. He bumped his legs into an edge and realized through the thick waders it was slanted. Biker led him over and laid him on the slant board, his boots fitting into some sort of depression shape at the bottom. A thick strap was buckled across his chest. "Now this one’s easy. We’ll get started in a moment." With that Jack felt fingers on his ass, there must have been a hole in the board because suddenly Biker was unzipping his crotch from behind. A thin tube slid up his colon and startled him as he felt something dripping. He would have jumped but on an angle and strapped down, there wasn’t a lot of room for movement. The tube retreated and Stud’s hand pushed between his cheeks, one finger running the outline of his asshole and a single finger testing the lube by pushing in. Mmm, he was getting hot again and his cock twitched simultaneously clamping on Stud’s finger. "Perfect." With that, Jack felt something being attached to the hook on his mouthpiece and felt tension in his neck as his head was pulled slightly forward. A snap, click and Biker had adjusted the chrome butt plunger on a curved arm just a centimeter from Jack’s ass. Jack only felt the edge of something brushing a few hairs on his asslips, not sure what was next.

"Now listen carefully. This is simple, you just pull back with your chest and neck and head and make slow repetitions of about 6 inches. Slow is key, understand?"

"Mm huh" Jack muffled through the hood. The section of the board behind his head was now unhinged and his head could move backwards freely. He started to pull, realizing his hooked mouth was pulling on the weights. The curved arm pivoted a butt plug right up his ass and Jack o, out of surprise, popped his head forward, which made a loud metal sound as the weight dropped onto it’s stack and the plug swung out. Oh I get it, self-fucking neck pulls, wow! He pulled again and this time let the plug slide all the way in, oh God that felt good. He completely controlled the action by the speed and tension he put on pulling the hook in his mouth backwards. It was one of the most comfortable buttplugs he’d ever felt. Biker had custom designed it, curved and silicone filled so that there could be no damage to the rectum no matter how the trainee moved or was positioned on the bench.

The site of Jack in rubber self-fucking himself was too much even for a rubber pro. Biker stepped back and smiled, groping his hardening cock and then unzipping his fly so he could pull it out and stroke it. This one’s a keeper but I won’t let him know just yet..

Jack felt completely possessed by his situation and became an automaton, picking up speed and slamming the buttplug in and out, it felt so good poking himself like that. He didn’t last that long and when he finally slammed back and screamed into his hood, Biker knew he was shooting while impaled on the plug. Jack was groaning and moaning in his hood, arching his neck backwards to force the plug in as deeply as the pivoting arm would allow.

Biker grinned, knowing how much Jack was liking this. When Jack finally calmed down Biker spoke into his ear.

"I knew you were gonna like it but remember this is a workout so you’ve got 10 more sets of 10 reps till I’m happy." Jack pondered this and was about to start another pull when Biker’s hand stopped his head. "Not just yet." He heard a clinking and then Biker’s hand was no longer blocking his head. "OK" Jack pulled, ugh the weight was dramatically increased. It had at least doubled if not more. What had been so easy was now a strain. He was suffering that post-orgasm sleepiness and just to get the plug half way in was a difficulty without being able to brace himself with his hands. Biker watched knowing Jack was completely frustrated because no matter how hard he tried, not once did he get the plug in all the way as before. He could hear Jack snorting through the hood as he strained and repeat his task while Biker counted for him. By now his neck was aching and sweat had broken out along his head and was dripping under the hoods, he felt it trickle down his back when he rested between sets.

"OK, that’s one exercise." Biker had helped Jack off of the slant board and was now leading him to a seat at another machine. Jack sat and wondered what was now in store for him, his ass felt sore when he sat on the bench. This time Biker pulled him forward by the hook, bending his body forward 45 degrees and snapping the hook onto a clamped pulley.
"Go ahead and pull, 10 sets of 10 with 30 second pauses in between, no more."
Jack it down and tentatively pulled with all his back muscles to a seated position wondered what would happen on this machine. As he approached 90 degrees a vibrating pad pressed against his crotch. Oh damn that feels good. He tested it by pulling slightly further and the device pressed firmly up against his basket making his nuts quiver. He grew hard again but hard to arch forward and catch his breath. This one was hot! He knew Biker would up the weights as he worked which is why he needed the 30 second breaks so h pulled back as far as possible on the early sets to enjoy the vibrations on his cock. By the 9th set he could barely get the pad to rub his suit and his back was aching.

"I see you’ll to work on this one more often." Biker observed.
Biker pulled Jack’s hook forward and undid the latch.
"Stand up." Jack did as he was told and in no time the hook was attached above him. "Now I’ll give you a better incentive this time." Jack felt a heavy harness being slid over his hood, but no pressure on the mouth hook anymore.
"OK, up on your toes a little." Jack raised his heels up in the heavy waders and felt the top of his head-harness being attached to something. Afterwards he felt the slightest tension upwards when he dropped his heels back down. Jack felt Biker’s hands on the back of his thighs.
"OK, simple basic squats, nice and slow." He spread his legs a it and began to pull down which wasn’t easy with his arms bound across hit chest. Jack slowly squatted, realizing his head was indeed attached to the weight pulled. When he was in an almost full squat he felt something flick and then realized Biker was licking his butt crack just in the tiniest bit. He could barely concentrate on this one and sat lower so that Biker could lick and tease his ass. Felt incredible, all that stimulation while he could see and hear nothing and was confined and held by rubber. His legs began to strain and he let up for a moment to catch his breath and then quickly pulled down. Again, little licks on his ass, damn it felt good. This repeated for several reps until one time he pulled and got no response when he squatted. Biker was waiting until he stood to increase the weight plate and when Jack resumed his downward squat the next time the resistance was suddenly much stronger and he began to whine in his bondage, desperate to sit on Biker’s tongue again but having a hard time as each rep, let along a whole set, got harder much faster. By the fifth set, he could barely pull down, his eyes were beginning to tear inside the hood he was so frustrated. He paused to catch his breath and suddenly the weight was immovable, try tho’ he might. Stuck like this he realized no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t even attempt a squat. It was making him nuts and he actually found himself sobbing in the hood. It was making him crazy stuck like this. His dick was hard, he couldn’t move, he was so close t pleasure but stuck and then suddenly he felt Biker behind him arms wrapped around him giving him a bear hug and the familiar pleasure of that big cock pushing on his hole.
"OK, OK. Stop crying kid you’re gonna get some. You’ve done well so far so I’ll treat ya this one time but in the future you’ll have to work and no whining."
With that Biker let him go and removed the weights completely, returning behind Jack and speaking in his ear "…just squat slowly this time, there’s no weight so watch your balance. On the count of 10 start squatting."
Jack made mental note and counted and on ten he very slowly began to squat realizing his was no longer attached in any way and he could actually lean it forward some to help with his balance. He very slowly bent his knees, almost seated but felt nothing He paused there wondering and felt Biker’s hands on the knees of his waders tugging as if to sit further. He did intending to sit on the ground and plopped himself right onto Biker’s hard cock who was now laying right beneath him
"MMF!" his weight had shifted too quickly and he basically fell down onto Biker, stuffing that dick up his ass in one quick stroke, and while he was horny, it was a bit much taking that meat up there so suddenly and he was sore from being fucked so much already this weekend. With no sight and with his arms bound he had to lean way forward to regain some control, the thick waders making it difficult to move his legs but he spread them further.

Sensing his predicament, Biker offered some guidance with his hands and soon Jack was bouncing on top of Biker’s hard cock to the delight of both of the.
"Oh yeah you fucking horny little bondage toy, work my cock with that slippery ass."
It was quite a sight, a hot biker stud laying on the ground with a bound rubber toy bouncing up and down on a big dick in a fetish gym nestled in a nice townhouse in London in the middle of the afternoon where no one could have guessed it. Jack kept his eyes closed inside the hood to keep the cream he’d put on his bondage markings from sliding into his eyes with all the sweat that was building up His breath was coming in fast snorts through the nostrils of the hood and with his mouth stuffed with the silicone end of the hook/bit, he was free to moan and yelp without making a lot of audible noise beyond the hood. Biker seemed to enjoy the noise because he rewarded Jack’s enthusiasm with some upward thrusting of his hips driving his big dick deep into Jack’s sore ass. Biker has to admit the boy was hot and while he was an experienced fetishist, the scene and the bondage situation made him cum earlier that he was used to. His deep moan a signal to Jack to sit down and clamp on the big meat. Jack sat, squeezed and concentrated on making Biker enjoy his slick ass, grinding his hips in a circle to rub Biker’s cock tip against his prostate which made him shiver and shoot again in his shorty suit.

Exhausted, he leaned forward and lost his balance, tipping over and sliding off Biker’s cock in the process, landing against Biker’s legs which luckily stopped him from banging the hook into the floor or he would have done his teeth damage. He hear Biker laughing behind him as he tried to right himself unsuccessfully, rolling off Biker’s leg as Biker moved and stood up. Biker grabbed Jack by the mouth hook and helped him stand up again, laughing at his helplessness. HE undid Jack’s arms and then unzipped the front of his jacket. With the front unzipped, Jack used his still encased hands to push the hood up off his head. His jaw sore from biting on the mouthpiece. The cream had seated down his neck and dripped on his suit while his hair was sweat soaked under the second hood. Jack blinked sweat out of his eyes and saw Biker smiling at him.
"Woof."
Jack just smiled, his white teeth parting and showing beneath the black plain hood.
"Well just a short but shall we say productive workout today Come on I want you washed up so we can run some errands." He guided Jack back to the locker room and opened one of the lockers, "go rinse your gear, shower’s that way and then put this stuff on. I’ll be back in 20."

Jack sat down on the bench, dripping with sweat, still breathing heavily, and pondered his adventure. This whole thing was pretty unbelievable, he thought to himself, wiggling out of the straightjacket sleeves and slipping off his sweaty gear. The hood slid off easily due to his sweat and he shook his head sending a spray of droplets in all directions, some landing on his thighs and waders. He slid out of the big boots, undid the shorty suit and felt the room air cool his drenched bod. I sure do take a lot of showers around here, he thought. The corner of the lockers led to a smaller shower stall complete with a chrome enema hose that he used to rinse out with. e washed quickly, dried off and returned to the locker and the clothes Biker left for him.