Rubber Life 2 "The House"

Here's part two.   This is not my work.  The author is xxxslick@msn.com.   I'm reposting because the story is great and still holds up after all these years.

THE HOUSE

He got to the house in a semi-residential area. It was an old looking townhouse that was out of place next to the office on one side and the warehouse-type building on the other but maybe it had landmark status or something. That would explain it’s presence in what otherwise wasn’t a very pedestrian occupied part of town during the day. When the driver left him at the front door, he was tempted to look for a name but thought better of ruining things at this stage. He went to the side door which was in a small alley next to the warehouse and, as instructed, opened it with the key provided. It was a plain gray undecorated room with a small table, one chair, and two doors besides the one he had just closed. One was closed and one was open wit a bathroom visible. He peeked in the bathroom and found a rubber enema bag hanging in the shower and several nozzles still fresh in their plastic wrap on the tub. A stack was towels was stuffed on a wall bracket.

He put his bags in the corner of the room, undressed, placing his clothes on the chair and took a hot shower - which felt great after the long flight. The he filled up the douche bag with warm water and eased it in. The warm water actually was relaxing and he was sort of getting turned on by the third flushing. He’d barely eaten the last three days he was so nervous and he wanted to be lean and perfect for the meeting. His abs looked great with the shower water running down them, nice and flat. Not steroid perfect but the hint of his six pack rippled ever so slightly beneath his skin looking a lot more natural than some of the gym-paranoids he knew.

He dried himself and stepped back into the plain room. When he pressed the intercom, a computerized voicemail system answered. The computer provided 10 questions, like a survey, to which you pushed the keypad in response. Are you strictly a bottom, top, both, etc. After he had channeled through the various layers the tent question was:

"Please indicate the category you are interested in with the appropriate number. 
One, for Mad Doctor 
Two, for SCUBA fetish 
Three, for Fireman 
Four, for Uniforms 
Five, for Total Coverage…

He didn’t even wait to hear the rest of the menu and pressed 5.

There were a couple more questions within that category about limits, bondage, experience, etc. When he was finished, the voice instructed him to press the # key and he did so, waiting.

Then a guy answered. It was the man he had spoken to on the phone before.

"How was your trip Jack?" 
Fine, First class was nice." 
"Have you slept? Eaten?" 
"I’m fine. Slept right through the flight and I’m not really hungry, had dinner at the beginning of the flight. I’m just thirsty, those flights really dry you out." 
"Yes, that will be taken care of. I’ve been looking forward to this, I presume you have too." 
"Yes!" Jack almost shouted, "I mean, yes." 
"I like enthusiasm." He heard a metal clicking noise. "The door is unlocked now you can enter the next room and lay down on the bed. Put on the gasmask and strap it firmly. I want you to relax. It’s important that you fall asleep before we begin. Don’t be afraid, I’ve taken care of things so far and I think you see that I’m a man of my word. I know this may be scary for you, but the trust and dedication are part of the test as well. The gas will make you less tense so we can proceed." 
"Gas? What test!?" 
"You’ll know soon enough. Please relax, it’s just alight combination to relax you and I though you would prefer the kink of a gasmask administering it as opposed to a shot or pill form. I can tell you’re anxious and nervous and I want you to calm down so the gas, like a cocktail or two, will relax you so this is more fun for both of us. Now, do you want to go through with this o do you want to leave now." 
Jack pondered and then responded. "Yes, yes, I do want to go on. Sorry." 
"Good, then go into the next room. You’ll meet me in a few minutes, you can decide then if you want to proceed or not." The dial tone returned.

Jack hung up the phone, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. At least he could change his mind in a minute after he met the guy. He was naked, in a strange house, in another country. What the hell was he doing? Well, the man did pay top dollar that was sure, and this was as much fantasy for Jack as it was for the other guy. He stood and approached the door, hesitating to turn the lock and then grabbing it, opening the door and walking in. The next room was even smaller with a bunk bed hanging from one wall submarine style and a door at the far end. The mattress was covered in a rubber sheet and an S-6 English gasmask with hose was hanging on laying on the bed, the mask’s tube was black corrugated rubbing tubing about 8 feet long and ran into the wall. Jack figured there wasn’t much else he could do and lay down on the cool rubber sheet and slid the gasmask on, adjusting the straps. His nerves were a little shot so normally he would have gotten hard just touching a gasmask, but this time he just lay down in it. He figured if he smelled something bad or the gas made him sick, he would rip it off. No sooner did he lay down adjusting the strap on one side then his arm fell slack and he was out cold.

Jack awoke with a mild headache. He was restrained on something and felt the familiar but extensive presence of rubber all over his body. The room had a mirrored ceiling punctuated with recessed halogen lights, some of which were aimed at him. The ceiling looked black but then Jack realized it was reflecting the floor. He lifted his neck and saw he was in a full rubber suit, thin black latex stretching tightly over his whole body with socks, a wide buckled strap over his chest holding him down. The fit was perfect, snug without being too tight in the joints. He was in a sling and when he looked above him he saw his gloved hands were cuffed to the supporting chains. He tried to shift and realized his feet were bound with rubber straps to the other chains. - involuntarily his cock immediately got hard and he reminded himself he liked this. The shift to try and release himself set something swinging from beneath him and his ass twitched. He didn’t know what it was. A plug or something was definitely up in him, but he couldn’t explain the swinging sensation. What Jack didn’t see was that the inflatable ass balloon had a long tube and squeeze bulb connection hanging from it. The balloon was only partially inflated to keep it in and the tube had a small weight clipped to it to give it heft when it swung. He tried to shift again and the weight moved, further adjusting the balloon in his ass and rubbing his prostate, he moaned and got harder, his dick filling his codpiece pouch and straining to escape. Jack heard a noise and opened his eyes, suddenly aware that he wasn’t alone. Adrenaline shot through his system.

He leaned his head back and in an upside down version, out of the darkness of the room a figure almost magically appeared, coming towards him. The hood’s small eyes limited his peripheral vision but when he focused he could see a black rubberman approaching him. In a moment, the man’s hands cupped Jack’s head and Jack was looking up at a rubber vision.

"Relax, you’re doing fine. I don’t like the detail of dressing, so I prefer scenes jump into the fun part, the jolt renders you less in control."

Straddling Jack’s head was the essence of black rubber, the man he had jerked off to countless time in fantasies. He looked up and tried to make out the details, arching his head backwards to get a look at his crotch.

The man behind him wore heavy rubber chaps. He would later notice how the folds at the knee were thick and stiff when the man walked. Immediately apparent were the thin latex tight which clearly outlined a thick cock and balls tucked down one leg. He raised his head slightly and looked to the side in to a wall mirror to get a head-to-toe view. The man had on short motorcycle boots that looked as though they had been dipped in rubber, which they had, ending just below his wide chunky calves - bigger than Jack’s. The chaps went up, the rubber tights bulging front and back with a hefty crotch and round glutes, a long high-collared T or part of a catsuit was above, with super thick gauntlet gloves, the fingers of which began to play with Jack’s mouth like so many rubber-covered sausages. One, then two probing his mouth temptingly, a hint of bigger things to come? Jack sucked the fingers in and continued assessing the figure. The man’s head was encased in a super thick black hood with a tented small nose area that had a screen base, pin prick eyes disguised the man and a slit for a mouth, out of which the man’s pink tongue slid back and forth, the only indication that there was anything human in that latex form. The man let spit drool from his tongue and fall onto his thick gloved fingers, which slid more easily into Jack’s mouth, mingling with the taste and smell of rubber as the man fucked his mouth with now 3 fingers.

"Mmmm," Jack mumbled, rubbing his tongue around the slick fingers swirling in rubber ecstasy.

The guy’s gear was completely siliconed. He looked like poured black steel and Jack could taste it on his gloves. Jack wanted to rub his tongue all over the crotch behind him and garb the man’s ass but his restrained hands held him in place. This guy was everything Jack had conjured up in his mind. Someone who took care of his body and was completely into tight rubber head-to-toe. Someone who looked good in it and was turned on by wearing it and having sex in it with the rubber studs. This trip was certainly turning out to be worth his time! If everything ended it didn’t matter. This was what he had fantasized about, this was what occupied his mind when he wasn’t working, and often when he was. Rubber, nothing but rubber and a hot guy.

While he was distracted by this Rubber God, another man entered the room. Dressed as a CHiP officer except completely in black rubber, holy fuck! Jacked looked forward as best he could in his strapped down position, the rubber fingers occupying his mouth, the guy’s other hand cradling Jack’s head and pushing it forward onto the fingers. Officer approached, the ceiling lights catching every curve and outline of his gear. He had on a short jacket with epaulets but no pockets so the chest was smooth with no collar, worn over a rubber skintight uniform shirt that was tucked in breeches skimming muscular thighs with big quads that bulged even in the wider cut of the jodhpurs. These went into tall rubber riding boots. Just the kind of sexcop you’d like to get pulled over by in t he rain on a country road. Maybe he’d have a sling in his trunk he’d hook up in a tree and handcuff you to right there while he administered your ‘ticket’. He was wearing very short wrist gloves just like police and Jack could see a sliver of skin where they didn’t meet the jacket cuff as the Officer reached up to remove his silver mirrored helmet. Under this too he was wearing rubber, a hood with mirrored plastic lenses where the eyes should be and a larger mouth so Jack could see the full lips curled into a wide smile as he approached and the tiny fringe of a mustache poking through. He stopped between Jack’s chained legs and Jack suddenly tensed, realizing how vulnerable he was and that 2 on 1 definitely put him at a disadvantage if things got out of hand. The guy just stood there, Jack’s bound rubber body reflected in his mirrored lenses.

The man bent and ran his tongue along Jack’s codpiece and softly bit into the bulging shape, simultaneously grasping the assbulb with the other hand and very slowly squeezing, the inflating pressure causing Jack to arch his back with pleasure and struggle. The man continue to chew on Jack’s trapped cock, teasing him as he forced his cockhead to slide back and forth against the inside of the tight rubber pouch. It was so smooth and slick, either he was leaking a ton of precum or they had lubed the pouch too. Officer then undid the top snaps and let Jack’s cock spring free, a feeling Jack could barely contain as his engorged cock expanded, sticking straight up, - this man licked, all the while slowly inflating the bulb in Jack’s ass until Jack was moaning almost constantly, his mouth stuffed with rubber fingers. Then Officer would slowly let the air hiss out and Jack would feel empty, wanting it full again. This he repeated slowly along with the blowjob. The first stud said something, but Jack wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were closed just taking in all the feelings, when his head was pulled back and pushed down over the edge of the sling as the beefy musclestud forced his crotch into Jack’s face, smothering him with warm polished latex, the hard cock sliding under the tights, the smell of the silicone, the polish, the man who had worn this gear over and over, impregnating the rubber itself ever so slightly with his smell countless times, regardless of washing. It was not that Jack noticed there was a zipper running through the crotch of the man’s tights, a wide plastic black one like on a wetsuit. The Stud stepped back, reached between his legs and began to undo the zipper from the backside. Jack could barely contain the anticipation of this man’s cock soon to be slamming into his mouth. He barely noticed that the CHiP officer was busy too, sliding a sheath over Jack’s cock and balls and wrapping a rubber strap he’d taken from his jodhpur pocket. First a rubber sheath prelubed over Jack’s dick, the rubber straps around like a cock ring, then around his shaft base to hold the sheath, then around and around his balls forming a ball stretcher. Another strap wrapped up the shaft over the sheath until just his cockhead had one layer of latex and was bulging from the pressure. A third long thing strap was added to the ballsack completely covering it - making a rubber cylinder of his stretched scrotum with a bulge at the end where his testes were. Officer griped the rubber wrapped cock and bit on the tip - Jack arching wildly from a combination of pain, pleasure and surprise, trapped as he was, his cock so hard. Jack tried to slide his cock into the Officer’s mouth but the man pulled back each time and just worked the head with his teeth and tongue. Officer laughed and stopped, standing up and staring at the struggling rubberman rocking the sling.

"I knew he’d be hot in rubber when I saw him on the plane, but I didn’t think he’d be as turned on by the stuff as we are. This ass is like a rock." His hand squeezing Jack’s firm cheek.

On the plane? Jack thought, this can’t be the guy behind me, but there were a couple hundred people on that plane…

Officer went to the wall and took down a vibrator. He gripped Jack’s nut cylinder firmly and pressed the vibrator just to his nuts at the end, rubbing them which sent shivers up Jack’s spine and made him squirm. He didn’t see this, he only felt it because in front of him, Biker had unzipped and released a big fat cock and balls in sheathed rubber, and was bouncing it just above Jack’s wet mouth. Jack strained to reach it but Biker only slapped his nose and chin with it, finally moving forward and shoving his balls into jack’s mouth which he greedily sucked in with all his energy like a vacuum.

Stud pulled his nuts out - which only made Jack crazier. Biker pushed his head forward and looked for the zipper tab. He undid and slid the wet hood from Jack’s head, sweat and talc dripping everywhere, the air felt cool and the room was bright in his eyes. Jack watched as Officer stepped over to the right and proceeded to slide the wall, or so it appeared. It was a mirror on tracks sliding open and revealing an entire closet of rubber ear, on shelves, head stands, and rods were every size and type of gear imaginable. Rows of boots, piles of gloves, the to shelf was a row of hoods and gasmasks on wigstands in every permutation would could imagine. He saw catsuits, waders, jackets on hangers, bondage gear on hooks, he could barely take it all in while CHiP had taken down a wigstand and was removing a hood, his back to Jack so he couldn’t see but, but Jack took the opportunity to view his high butt, thick legs and the prominent arms -damn, maybe it is the businessman from First Class. He turned and approached Jack, holding the open hood but Jack was staring at the dick down the side of his leg, man he wanted CHiP’s dick too. CHiP stopped just short, the black latex hood in front of Jack now blocking his view.

"He’s getting pretty slick and sweat, huh?" 
Yeah, next time we’ll shave him so we can use that really tight new hood I just had made." CHiP proceeded to pour a thin stream of lube onto Jack’s head and rub it with his gloved hand, then the hood went on and was tightly zipped. It was even more comfortable than the first one because it was thinner, but he felt and recognized a collar as the thick belt was buckled behind his head. It also had a tube connected to the mouth. Just as he was adjusting to the hood’s small eye slits, CHiP returned and slid a pair of swim goggles over his head, blurring his vision as the lenses rapidly fogged from his own body heat. Then it was the smell of the rubber scented air running through the mouth tube and the sound of his breathing and heartbeat he noticed. He was drowning in the sensations and powerless to react or fight back. He ached to grab his cock and shoot. He felt his wrists being massaged and held while his restraints were undone. What were they up to? No sooner had they loosened his arms then the two men were rubbing his arms, biceps, wrists, the ache of them held in one position softened as this vigorous rubber massage made the blood circulate. While Jack looked up at Biker leaning over him and rubbing his arms, CHiP returned with a pair of handcuffs and quickly trapped Jack’s wrists together in front of him, then connected the cuffs to his cock and nuts via a third cuff that he snapped around like a cock ring. Jack’s hands were near his cock and he could almost touch it but his hands went past each other and overlapped at the wrist so it was rally awkward.

"You need to rehydrate, you’ve been sweating profusely and are dry form the light. We’ll be back later so relax" Biker said in a calming tone. All the while he had been hooking a bag of ice from the ceiling hook that held the left chain of the sling. Jack saw that the tube from his hood ran up to a black funnel clipped to the sling chain below the ice. Officer aimed one of the track lights nearby to focus on the big bag of ice and Biker then poked a small hole in the bottom of the bag, immediately cool water rushed into the funnel, gurgling down the hose and flooded Jack’s mouth. The temperature felt so good, he swallowed and wolfed it down until the initial amount stopped and slowed to a constant trickle as the ice slowly melted.

Biker patted Jack on the head and just as suddenly as it had started, he saw them leave the room. He was exhausted but hyper horny. All the lights in the room were turned off except the one on the ice bag and one directly over him. By looking to the side in the mirror he could see himself in the darkness, a shiny bound guy in rubber, sipping melted water. He wanted their cocks, wanted to be fucked right now, wanted released but could barely touch his dick in the strange way his hands had been cuffed. Two of the hottest rubber guys were gone and Jack was stuck in a dungeon in a foreign country completely restrained. His heart pounded, the water trickle and he made little gulps. His whole suit was sweaty. He closed his eyes and finally fell asleep for a bit, swallowing automatically. At one point he woke up with the unbearable fullness of his bladder demanding release. It became so full and painful he had no recourse but to let go. To his surprise the head of his sheath must have been thinner than he thought because it promptly swelled with his piss like a balloon and held it, the weight pulling his shaft down between his legs. Well at least his bladder was empty, and he lay there half awake, in a trance.

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.