Chapter 12 "Return to Club Hole" by Slick xxxslick@msn.com
On their second trip to the warehouse, Jack was filled with excitement and feeling a little cocky. His
master was hot, hung and into rubber in a big way and he felt on top of the world, he knew there would be
surprises, but he was completely trusting and relaxed about it, even a little conceited too.
master was hot, hung and into rubber in a big way and he felt on top of the world, he knew there would be
surprises, but he was completely trusting and relaxed about it, even a little conceited too.
When they pulled into the parking area, Biker pulled into his usual spot and turned the engine off,
releasing the vacuum on the cock pumps. Just then the big door slid open and another bike rumbled in. Jack turned towards the noise and saw a bike coming towards them. The guy pulled in to the spot two over from them and parked. Stepping off his bike, the cyclist appeared to be short, about 5'4" and had enormous bulging thighs and calves. Without removing his helmet, the guy doffed his black leather bike jacket and laid it across the seat of his cycle revealing a competition type muscleman body in neck entry catsuit, round muscles all over ready to burst the seams of his rubber suit.
releasing the vacuum on the cock pumps. Just then the big door slid open and another bike rumbled in. Jack turned towards the noise and saw a bike coming towards them. The guy pulled in to the spot two over from them and parked. Stepping off his bike, the cyclist appeared to be short, about 5'4" and had enormous bulging thighs and calves. Without removing his helmet, the guy doffed his black leather bike jacket and laid it across the seat of his cycle revealing a competition type muscleman body in neck entry catsuit, round muscles all over ready to burst the seams of his rubber suit.
Jack looked over and leaned in to Biker who had just removed his helmet.
"Look it's one of those steroid little muscle dwarfs" he said contemptuously. Jack had always been sort of mean to shorter guys especially the muscled types because most of them shunned him at his own gym since he wasn't a serious bodybuilder to the extent they pursued the muscle growth.
Biker recognized Lance on the neighboring bike. One of his favorite boytoys and best buddies. He didn't
like Jack's remark and knew the perfect treatment which would not only teach him a lesson about his
rising attitude, but also give Biker a chance to trick with that Lance for the evening. As one of the top
rubber studs in the area and a rich one at that, Biker pretty much had his choice of tricks and Lance had
turned out to be one of the sexiest muscle bottoms he'd ever played with. In fact, Biker had seen Lance
on the web on a muscle site and contacted him, flying him to London and introducing him to latex in a long
weekend of hot play that had converted the bodybuilder to a kink lifestyle for good. As it so happened,
Lance had not only become a rubberist but with Biker's connections had moved to London from Canada and worked for Biker as well.
"Look it's one of those steroid little muscle dwarfs" he said contemptuously. Jack had always been sort of mean to shorter guys especially the muscled types because most of them shunned him at his own gym since he wasn't a serious bodybuilder to the extent they pursued the muscle growth.
Biker recognized Lance on the neighboring bike. One of his favorite boytoys and best buddies. He didn't
like Jack's remark and knew the perfect treatment which would not only teach him a lesson about his
rising attitude, but also give Biker a chance to trick with that Lance for the evening. As one of the top
rubber studs in the area and a rich one at that, Biker pretty much had his choice of tricks and Lance had
turned out to be one of the sexiest muscle bottoms he'd ever played with. In fact, Biker had seen Lance
on the web on a muscle site and contacted him, flying him to London and introducing him to latex in a long
weekend of hot play that had converted the bodybuilder to a kink lifestyle for good. As it so happened,
Lance had not only become a rubberist but with Biker's connections had moved to London from Canada and worked for Biker as well.
"Off the bike, and leave your jacket here with your helmet and boots." Biker's tone was more than a
little cold. Jack wondered if Biker was going to give him the bigger codpiece to snap on like last time.
Jack was sort of puzzled by this but figured he was up for something fun and new. While he pulled off his
boots to set by the bike, having already folded his jacket across the seat with his helmet, Biker had
dismounted as well and was fishing in the backside compartment for something. Unbeknownst to Jack who had his back to the muscleman Biker had already signaled his intentions to the deaf bodybuilder 10
feet away via sign language.
little cold. Jack wondered if Biker was going to give him the bigger codpiece to snap on like last time.
Jack was sort of puzzled by this but figured he was up for something fun and new. While he pulled off his
boots to set by the bike, having already folded his jacket across the seat with his helmet, Biker had
dismounted as well and was fishing in the backside compartment for something. Unbeknownst to Jack who had his back to the muscleman Biker had already signaled his intentions to the deaf bodybuilder 10
feet away via sign language.
Biker remained on the far side of the bike, behind Jack as Lance walked over. Jack turned and looked at
the incredible body approaching, rubber playing up his huge pecs, nipple rings barely visible under the t tight latex. He stopped just in front of Jack and Jack stared at the short guy. He was bald and wearing just
a rubber half hood that covered only his nose and jawline like a windguard cyclists normally wore under
hoods. The man's brow furrowed and his gloved right hand came up and flipped Jack the finger right in
front of his face.
"Yeah? Well fuck you midget!" Jack snapped back, scowling at the guy.
In a fraction of a moment, Biker had pulled Jack's wrists back and handcuffed them while Lance held him
under control him from the front, the muscleman was really strong and Jack's struggling proved useless.
Normally, having some rubbered muscleman hold him would have been a complete turn on but the "attack" and force with which Biker had yanked his arms back caught him off-guard.
What the hell? Jack turned his head to catch Biker's eye but caught a strap on gag in the process rendering him speechless. The gag was just a thick hollow tube of some sort held in his mouth with a threaded end sticking out like a plumbing pipe. The muscleman now smiled evilly at Jack as Biker came around from the Bike and gave a very familiar deep kiss to the short guy, grabbing his ass in one hand and pinching one nipple ring with the other, right in front of an infuriated and bewildered Jack. The kiss continued and Jack started yelping through his tube gag, his tongue trapped under the invading tube so that he couldn't pronounce any words.
Biker stopped kissing the guy and put his arm around the big shoulders.
"Lesson Number One Jack, you aren't my boy yet.
Lesson Number Two, don't judge others, least of all a fellow rubberist.
And make a mental note, Jack, this is my protégé Lance who happens to be not only one of my best friends, a hot fuck AND an employee of my company, but one of the most decent and hard working people you could ever be lucky enough to know. I don't appreciate your behavior or the arrogant little comment about a stranger you just made, and I think we have a change of plans tonight. I've been indulging you too much and you've grown a little stuck-up and cocky and if there's one thing I don't tolerate it's cockiness, especially when one is rude to others without cause."
the incredible body approaching, rubber playing up his huge pecs, nipple rings barely visible under the t tight latex. He stopped just in front of Jack and Jack stared at the short guy. He was bald and wearing just
a rubber half hood that covered only his nose and jawline like a windguard cyclists normally wore under
hoods. The man's brow furrowed and his gloved right hand came up and flipped Jack the finger right in
front of his face.
"Yeah? Well fuck you midget!" Jack snapped back, scowling at the guy.
In a fraction of a moment, Biker had pulled Jack's wrists back and handcuffed them while Lance held him
under control him from the front, the muscleman was really strong and Jack's struggling proved useless.
Normally, having some rubbered muscleman hold him would have been a complete turn on but the "attack" and force with which Biker had yanked his arms back caught him off-guard.
What the hell? Jack turned his head to catch Biker's eye but caught a strap on gag in the process rendering him speechless. The gag was just a thick hollow tube of some sort held in his mouth with a threaded end sticking out like a plumbing pipe. The muscleman now smiled evilly at Jack as Biker came around from the Bike and gave a very familiar deep kiss to the short guy, grabbing his ass in one hand and pinching one nipple ring with the other, right in front of an infuriated and bewildered Jack. The kiss continued and Jack started yelping through his tube gag, his tongue trapped under the invading tube so that he couldn't pronounce any words.
Biker stopped kissing the guy and put his arm around the big shoulders.
"Lesson Number One Jack, you aren't my boy yet.
Lesson Number Two, don't judge others, least of all a fellow rubberist.
And make a mental note, Jack, this is my protégé Lance who happens to be not only one of my best friends, a hot fuck AND an employee of my company, but one of the most decent and hard working people you could ever be lucky enough to know. I don't appreciate your behavior or the arrogant little comment about a stranger you just made, and I think we have a change of plans tonight. I've been indulging you too much and you've grown a little stuck-up and cocky and if there's one thing I don't tolerate it's cockiness, especially when one is rude to others without cause."
Biker looked at Lance and spelled out something with his right hand which Jack didn't understand, suddenly realizing it was sign language. Lance signed something back and Jack realized he was definitely in a compromising position because he couldn't even hear what was being discussed.
Biker stepped behind Jack and at the same time Lance grabbed his lower legs, the two of them lifting Jack like a log and carrying him over to a corner of the warehouse despite his attempts to kick the muscle man. Jack struggled and yelped in his predicament for a moment but Biker only stopped walking, which indicated to Lance the same. He took a second to readjust his grip with one arm and whacked Jack hard across the side of his head with his hand.
"Shut up boy. You deserve exactly what you're going to get and if you piss me off further tonight not only
are things going to be a lot worse than you can stand, but you'll find yourself in a most unwelcome position. All I have to do is leave you on the side of the road with no ID or ticket and you're pretty much fucked in this country. You don't even know my address or my real name so why don't you just realize I'm in charge. You've fucked up and it's time you took a lesson. You straighten up and we might continue your training, otherwise, it's over. I'm not going to keep repeating myself." Biker's voice was fast, deep and angry.
Jack shut up and closed his eyes hoping it would end. This was a side of Biker he hadn't seen and the idea of being left somewhere without Biker's protection was horrifying.
are things going to be a lot worse than you can stand, but you'll find yourself in a most unwelcome position. All I have to do is leave you on the side of the road with no ID or ticket and you're pretty much fucked in this country. You don't even know my address or my real name so why don't you just realize I'm in charge. You've fucked up and it's time you took a lesson. You straighten up and we might continue your training, otherwise, it's over. I'm not going to keep repeating myself." Biker's voice was fast, deep and angry.
Jack shut up and closed his eyes hoping it would end. This was a side of Biker he hadn't seen and the idea of being left somewhere without Biker's protection was horrifying.
They continued carrying Jack over to the corner and stood him up. A big metal oil drum attached
underneath to a piece of board was slid to the side revealing a dark 4' wide hole in the floor.
They picked him back up and sat him on the edge of the hole with his legs now dangling inside. It looked
like the hole had a rubber lining or edge but it was so dark and Jack was so scared he couldn't tell or
concentrate. Lance took a corrugated hose from the corner wall which was so long it coiled on the floor
several times into a pile, and screwed the coupling to Jack's gag front. The air in the tube blew softly
into Jack's mouth, lightly pressured and cool.
underneath to a piece of board was slid to the side revealing a dark 4' wide hole in the floor.
They picked him back up and sat him on the edge of the hole with his legs now dangling inside. It looked
like the hole had a rubber lining or edge but it was so dark and Jack was so scared he couldn't tell or
concentrate. Lance took a corrugated hose from the corner wall which was so long it coiled on the floor
several times into a pile, and screwed the coupling to Jack's gag front. The air in the tube blew softly
into Jack's mouth, lightly pressured and cool.
"So think about your behavior and what you're going to explain to me . IF I come back for you." With that
Biker pushed Jack from the shoulders and he went forward and down the rubber bag opening. He fell
suddenly, what felt like forever into a black void - but was only about 15' - screaming into the mouth gag.
The falling was stopped just as suddenly when he found himself wedged and bouncing like a bungee cord
in what was a long thick rubber bag, shaped like a cone that narrowed as he fell. The bottom had some
sort of hard part his feet hit and he felt himself bounce up and down briefly swinging in a shaft or
something. He was in darkness and heard the oil drum being rolled back over the opening making it
completely black. FUCK no one would even know I'm down here. He heard strange muffled noises and some vibrations but could make nothing out in the thick bag which was actually two layers of latex with heavy foam in between to absorb sound. Not knowing what was around him or beneath him scared the living daylights out of him and he broke into a quick sweat.
Biker pushed Jack from the shoulders and he went forward and down the rubber bag opening. He fell
suddenly, what felt like forever into a black void - but was only about 15' - screaming into the mouth gag.
The falling was stopped just as suddenly when he found himself wedged and bouncing like a bungee cord
in what was a long thick rubber bag, shaped like a cone that narrowed as he fell. The bottom had some
sort of hard part his feet hit and he felt himself bounce up and down briefly swinging in a shaft or
something. He was in darkness and heard the oil drum being rolled back over the opening making it
completely black. FUCK no one would even know I'm down here. He heard strange muffled noises and some vibrations but could make nothing out in the thick bag which was actually two layers of latex with heavy foam in between to absorb sound. Not knowing what was around him or beneath him scared the living daylights out of him and he broke into a quick sweat.
He began to sob in his confines when he suddenly felt hands stabilizing him, the sudden grip scaring him,
defenseless as he was. Just as suddenly he was twirled round and round which twisted the rubber
lining like a garbage bag closure above him, around the breathing tube that led down the hole. He was so
dizzy when it stopped he was completely confused. A thick belt or strap went around him at waist level and then he felt this being pulled slightly to one side and latched onto something else so the bag wouldn't
unravel. Then the hands were gone and he hung there unable to move in the tight narrow bag, at a light
slant that wouldn't budge despite his jiggling. With his hands behind his back he grabbed at the wall and
found it was thick and taught from his body weight, all the while shaking and crying in his rubber trap.
Moments earlier he had been proudly riding to a bar with his studly master, now he was in the dark, bound
and ignored in a dark tube hanging somewhere he could only imagine. He hung there crying for a while until he realized at least he could breathe the cool air through the gag and he exhaled out his nose instead of back into the gag. His nerves settled a little as he felt a little better and got more oxygen in his
system. He was getting more air this way and at least he wouldn't suffocate. But the darkness and the
dangling without Biker was scary. And Biker was now with that musclestud instead of him, he began to cry
again, softly and pathetically, ashamed at his stupidity.
defenseless as he was. Just as suddenly he was twirled round and round which twisted the rubber
lining like a garbage bag closure above him, around the breathing tube that led down the hole. He was so
dizzy when it stopped he was completely confused. A thick belt or strap went around him at waist level and then he felt this being pulled slightly to one side and latched onto something else so the bag wouldn't
unravel. Then the hands were gone and he hung there unable to move in the tight narrow bag, at a light
slant that wouldn't budge despite his jiggling. With his hands behind his back he grabbed at the wall and
found it was thick and taught from his body weight, all the while shaking and crying in his rubber trap.
Moments earlier he had been proudly riding to a bar with his studly master, now he was in the dark, bound
and ignored in a dark tube hanging somewhere he could only imagine. He hung there crying for a while until he realized at least he could breathe the cool air through the gag and he exhaled out his nose instead of back into the gag. His nerves settled a little as he felt a little better and got more oxygen in his
system. He was getting more air this way and at least he wouldn't suffocate. But the darkness and the
dangling without Biker was scary. And Biker was now with that musclestud instead of him, he began to cry
again, softly and pathetically, ashamed at his stupidity.
"Hi guys, hey where's Jack?" The doorman asked the two men. "You get rid of him so soon? He was a cutie."
" Nah, just using the pit to teach him a lesson tonight for a while, he was getting too cocky and you know how I feel about that." Biker said to the doorman.
"I do indeed. Well the pit will certainly change him. You guys have fun."
" Nah, just using the pit to teach him a lesson tonight for a while, he was getting too cocky and you know how I feel about that." Biker said to the doorman.
"I do indeed. Well the pit will certainly change him. You guys have fun."
Biker led Lance into the bar with his arm around him. He'd forgotten how hot this guy's bod was, incredibly
muscled and looking amazing in the neck entry catsuit he'd sent him for a birthday gift last month. Lance
had been in the Far East doing fieldwork for Biker's company, so they hadn't celebrated in rubber the way
they normally would have.
muscled and looking amazing in the neck entry catsuit he'd sent him for a birthday gift last month. Lance
had been in the Far East doing fieldwork for Biker's company, so they hadn't celebrated in rubber the way
they normally would have.
Biker ordered two beers while they greeted friends in the bar and then enjoyed a long groping session with
Lance at the bar. That bod felt amazing in rubber, his gloves gripped and slid over the massive pecs, the
flexing steel ass, the melon-sized biceps. Lance was only too happy to see Biker take an interest in him
and smiled while he rubbed the stud's groin and nodded. Biker looked over to see a twisted rubber bag
shape hooked to the wall, it's narrow bottom a good three feet above the bar. Jack would learn, he was
confident. He worried the treatment was a little strong for a beginner emotionally, but there would be
plenty of time later and Jack would be a most appreciative and cooperative boy after his release
once he got his wits back. Just as Lance had been after his second lesson in the bag almost a year ago.
A little fear kept the boys in order, otherwise there was no telling what could happen if they found their
master predictable.
Lance at the bar. That bod felt amazing in rubber, his gloves gripped and slid over the massive pecs, the
flexing steel ass, the melon-sized biceps. Lance was only too happy to see Biker take an interest in him
and smiled while he rubbed the stud's groin and nodded. Biker looked over to see a twisted rubber bag
shape hooked to the wall, it's narrow bottom a good three feet above the bar. Jack would learn, he was
confident. He worried the treatment was a little strong for a beginner emotionally, but there would be
plenty of time later and Jack would be a most appreciative and cooperative boy after his release
once he got his wits back. Just as Lance had been after his second lesson in the bag almost a year ago.
A little fear kept the boys in order, otherwise there was no telling what could happen if they found their
master predictable.
Lance saw Biker staring at the bag and used his gloved hand to shift Biker's head back towards him, offering up his open mouth. Biker bent and sucked the hot guy's tongue in and then guided him to the ramp doorway that led to the basement.
Jack lost all track of time in the bag. He could jiggle a little but not get a grip on the bag or move
much inside. He was definitely stuck and while he could breathe, the darkness was terrifying. This
wasn't bondage, this was definitely punishment and he wished so badly he hadn't said something stupid
before. Now instead of him, that short muscle stud was with his man, he hated the guy even more and vowed revenge if given the opportunity. But back to the present, he tried to calm his breathing and make
himself more comfortable. He would panic later, for now he would just wait and try to make sense of the
last 2 days. Time became abstract until he realized how badly he needed to pee and after holding it for an
eternity, the ache hurt almost as much as the loneliness. He was forced to relieve himself and felt
the warm liquid dripping out of his codpiece which he hadn't had time to snap back on when the 'attack'
happened and running down his leg. At first it felt kinda sexy, but it quickly cooled and felt clammy.
much inside. He was definitely stuck and while he could breathe, the darkness was terrifying. This
wasn't bondage, this was definitely punishment and he wished so badly he hadn't said something stupid
before. Now instead of him, that short muscle stud was with his man, he hated the guy even more and vowed revenge if given the opportunity. But back to the present, he tried to calm his breathing and make
himself more comfortable. He would panic later, for now he would just wait and try to make sense of the
last 2 days. Time became abstract until he realized how badly he needed to pee and after holding it for an
eternity, the ache hurt almost as much as the loneliness. He was forced to relieve himself and felt
the warm liquid dripping out of his codpiece which he hadn't had time to snap back on when the 'attack'
happened and running down his leg. At first it felt kinda sexy, but it quickly cooled and felt clammy.
Biker greeted Bek at the ramp's end, this time without his faithful rubber dog.
"Hey, so this time it's Lance?"
Lance smiled at Bek.
"Teaching Jack a lesson tonight, he'll be back." He felt comfortable saying that because with Lance in
front of him, the deaf muscleman couldn't hear or read his lips when he spoke to Bek. "Is the wedge bed
available right now?"
"Yeah, nobody in there. Just do me a favor and lock the door, we have to replace the cushions everytime it
turns into a scene."
"Sure."
Biker led Lance down the hallway, his hand gliding over the shiny steel hard back as they walked. When
they came to the room, Biker slid open the door and guided Lance in. Lance turned and gave Biker a big
smile. This room was a simple one but it made for some serious fucking. Biker locked the door behind
him and took off his jacket. Both of them took off their boots and then proceeded towards the "bed".
"Hey, so this time it's Lance?"
Lance smiled at Bek.
"Teaching Jack a lesson tonight, he'll be back." He felt comfortable saying that because with Lance in
front of him, the deaf muscleman couldn't hear or read his lips when he spoke to Bek. "Is the wedge bed
available right now?"
"Yeah, nobody in there. Just do me a favor and lock the door, we have to replace the cushions everytime it
turns into a scene."
"Sure."
Biker led Lance down the hallway, his hand gliding over the shiny steel hard back as they walked. When
they came to the room, Biker slid open the door and guided Lance in. Lance turned and gave Biker a big
smile. This room was a simple one but it made for some serious fucking. Biker locked the door behind
him and took off his jacket. Both of them took off their boots and then proceeded towards the "bed".
Occupying most of the small room, the bed was 10' x 6' and consisted of a lower 3' deep, illuminated plastic mattress filled with a mixture of silicone and water so it wasn't as sloppy as a water bed and not as stiff as a breast implant. The clear mattress was illuminated from beneath with red lights. Above the
mattress was a thinner, maybe 2' thick mattress of a more pliable clear plastic that was air-filled. This
hung from the ceiling on automatic pulley chains that were controlled from a small mouse on a cord. The
ceiling mattress could be lowered onto the bottom mattress and inflated fully to create a bondage
sandwich, or could be left with less pressure so the person or persons could move around inside.
mattress was a thinner, maybe 2' thick mattress of a more pliable clear plastic that was air-filled. This
hung from the ceiling on automatic pulley chains that were controlled from a small mouse on a cord. The
ceiling mattress could be lowered onto the bottom mattress and inflated fully to create a bondage
sandwich, or could be left with less pressure so the person or persons could move around inside.
Lance knew the routine. He took a bucket of lube stored at the bed corner and poured it into the center
of the red-lit, gelled bottom mattress. Then he slid onto the bed, slow waves and ripples resulting as he
moved himself first backside down into the center, then slid around and flipped over, his glistening suit
covered with a thin layer of lube, his rounded ass shiny and inviting. Biker grew tremendously hard in
his gear. He unsnapped his codpiece and approached the bed. There was a range of hoods hanging on the wall and Biker chose two. One eyeless and anesthesia style for Lance which he reached in and handed to him, and one with a gasmask styling and large eye panes like a diver's facemask for himself. All of the hoods had clip on front connections that one attached to oxygen hoses that ran from the headboard area of the bed. Biker handed one tube in to Lance, who now blinded by the eyeless hood, snapped the end into his mouth area by feel, his gloved hands feeling for the ridges, Biker growing harder watching the hooded black muscled figure groping his own mask. Biker connected his tube to the mask before he slid the hood on and then grabbed the mouse control device, before sliding in on top of Lance. He positioned himself on top of the hulking bodybuilder, the lube making their two rubbered bodies slide on one another and pressed a button. The top mattress began to descend, he kept the button pressed until it was on top of them, only a thin layer of air separating the top and bottom mattresses. Then he reduced the air pressure in the top mattress so he could move more comfortably and then lowered it until the outer edges of both mattresses met. Yet another button sent a vibrating quivering through the entire bottom mattress as the support pad began to vibrate. Lance moaned in his mask, grinding his rubbered ass up against Biker now sandwiched on top of him. The site of the two men would have made any rubberist cum instantly. Trapped in a sandwich of silicone gel on the bottom and clear air on top, the two black-attired, lube-covered rubberists existed in a cube of light, floating between the red layer and the clear layer in the dark room. The vibrating only made Biker more impatient and he slid his hand down to undo Lance's suit, the big round glutes easily pushing the zipper apart as Biker eased the pull upwards and that glorious ass
crack freed itself. Biker slid down to stare at Lance's hot ass, using his gloved fingers to slide in
some of the extra lube on the mattress's surface into the pink hole. Lance's moaning and flexing ass cheeks made Biker even more lust filled and he slid back up and guided his cock to Lance's pucker, pressing forcefully against the tight sphincter. At first, Lance didn't let up and clenched his strong glutes
together, pinching his sphincter as hard as possible to keep Biker out and make him nuts. But Biker didn't
let up, knowing Lance lusted for his big meat and would stop this game momentarily. Lance's glutes were
fatiguing and in the one moment he relaxed them Biker slid and gained entry, his big cockhead forcing the
little muscle to open and wrap around it. He held back plunging in, enjoying the sounds the deaf
muscleman was making, knowing how much he enjoyed the vibrations from the mattress. This was one of the places they had always fucked and Biker realized how much he still liked Lance. Jack was cute but hands down, Lance had a come-fuck-me body. Those muscles were meant to attract big tops to pay attention to the little guy. It was like nature's way of attracting a mate.
of the red-lit, gelled bottom mattress. Then he slid onto the bed, slow waves and ripples resulting as he
moved himself first backside down into the center, then slid around and flipped over, his glistening suit
covered with a thin layer of lube, his rounded ass shiny and inviting. Biker grew tremendously hard in
his gear. He unsnapped his codpiece and approached the bed. There was a range of hoods hanging on the wall and Biker chose two. One eyeless and anesthesia style for Lance which he reached in and handed to him, and one with a gasmask styling and large eye panes like a diver's facemask for himself. All of the hoods had clip on front connections that one attached to oxygen hoses that ran from the headboard area of the bed. Biker handed one tube in to Lance, who now blinded by the eyeless hood, snapped the end into his mouth area by feel, his gloved hands feeling for the ridges, Biker growing harder watching the hooded black muscled figure groping his own mask. Biker connected his tube to the mask before he slid the hood on and then grabbed the mouse control device, before sliding in on top of Lance. He positioned himself on top of the hulking bodybuilder, the lube making their two rubbered bodies slide on one another and pressed a button. The top mattress began to descend, he kept the button pressed until it was on top of them, only a thin layer of air separating the top and bottom mattresses. Then he reduced the air pressure in the top mattress so he could move more comfortably and then lowered it until the outer edges of both mattresses met. Yet another button sent a vibrating quivering through the entire bottom mattress as the support pad began to vibrate. Lance moaned in his mask, grinding his rubbered ass up against Biker now sandwiched on top of him. The site of the two men would have made any rubberist cum instantly. Trapped in a sandwich of silicone gel on the bottom and clear air on top, the two black-attired, lube-covered rubberists existed in a cube of light, floating between the red layer and the clear layer in the dark room. The vibrating only made Biker more impatient and he slid his hand down to undo Lance's suit, the big round glutes easily pushing the zipper apart as Biker eased the pull upwards and that glorious ass
crack freed itself. Biker slid down to stare at Lance's hot ass, using his gloved fingers to slide in
some of the extra lube on the mattress's surface into the pink hole. Lance's moaning and flexing ass cheeks made Biker even more lust filled and he slid back up and guided his cock to Lance's pucker, pressing forcefully against the tight sphincter. At first, Lance didn't let up and clenched his strong glutes
together, pinching his sphincter as hard as possible to keep Biker out and make him nuts. But Biker didn't
let up, knowing Lance lusted for his big meat and would stop this game momentarily. Lance's glutes were
fatiguing and in the one moment he relaxed them Biker slid and gained entry, his big cockhead forcing the
little muscle to open and wrap around it. He held back plunging in, enjoying the sounds the deaf
muscleman was making, knowing how much he enjoyed the vibrations from the mattress. This was one of the places they had always fucked and Biker realized how much he still liked Lance. Jack was cute but hands down, Lance had a come-fuck-me body. Those muscles were meant to attract big tops to pay attention to the little guy. It was like nature's way of attracting a mate.
Biker took his time slowly pushing in until he was completely up the guy's ass. He knew he was thick but
Lance always managed. He left it there for a moment while he ran his rubber gloves down Lance's beautiful arms, the roundness of his shoulders repeating in his biceps. And then once he reached his gloved hands he interlaced his rubber fingers with Lance's and pulled back, leaving just the cockhead in. Lance responded by gripping Biker's gloved hands even harder so Biker thrust back in and began pumping the catsuited muscle stud, trapped beneath him sliding on a siliconed mattress of vibrating red light. Both men were now rapidly breathing through their tubes. Since this bed was meant for sex scenes, the air pumped into the tubes was not just air, but had a higher level of oxygen to facilitate exertion. Biker felt the rush in his brain and continued pounding Lance over and over. The boy couldn't get enough of it. They fucked like this for about twenty minutes, both men sweating in their rubber suits, groans and animal noises emanating from the oxygen hoods, the sound of their breathing mixed with the vibrating drum from the lower mattress made for a highly erotic atmosphere. Finally, Biker slowed down and pressed the button to relieve a little more air pressure in the top mattress. Lance knew the routine and used the greater freedom of movement to flip over under Biker and place his legs up on his shoulders, their bodies moving in the womb-like atmosphere of the airmattress ceiling. Biker slid back in and this time bent Lance completely over sliding his cock in to the hilt, watching the squirming rubber hooded toy take it deeper. Biker braced his gloved hands on Lance's delts, repositioning them so they wouldn't slide off while
Lance grabbed his own two nipple rings and rubbed his fingers around the excited tits, moaning and
squirming, his ass twitching on Biker's hard cock, seeing Lance like this again made Biker slam in and
shoot, the different stilted rhythm of his shooting cock signaling to the rubber toy to slow down and let
his top cum. But while he gripped down his ass, he also pinched his nipples harder and he too shot in his
tight rubbery confines, until Biker collapsed on top of him and the two of them lay there breathing deeply
of the cool oxygenated air. Biker pinched Lance's left nipple and the super sensitized muscleman
squealed into his anesthesia cup over his mouth and tried to get away but Biker only twisted and pinched
more, enjoying Lance's squirming. How he loved this hot fuck, the way light played off every rounded ball
shaped muscle on the guy, and those thighs, fuck his ass looked good in latex! Just thinking about Lance
got Biker hard again and when Lance felt the big dick begin to stiffen up his ass again, he clamped down in a fury of anal attention to get the guy super hard. Round two of fucking began and the two guys just went at it like machines until they both came a second time. Lance was up for more but Biker liked to keep
his boys wanting so he undid the pressure of the top mattress and let it ascend, sliding his lube slicked body off the bed.
Lance always managed. He left it there for a moment while he ran his rubber gloves down Lance's beautiful arms, the roundness of his shoulders repeating in his biceps. And then once he reached his gloved hands he interlaced his rubber fingers with Lance's and pulled back, leaving just the cockhead in. Lance responded by gripping Biker's gloved hands even harder so Biker thrust back in and began pumping the catsuited muscle stud, trapped beneath him sliding on a siliconed mattress of vibrating red light. Both men were now rapidly breathing through their tubes. Since this bed was meant for sex scenes, the air pumped into the tubes was not just air, but had a higher level of oxygen to facilitate exertion. Biker felt the rush in his brain and continued pounding Lance over and over. The boy couldn't get enough of it. They fucked like this for about twenty minutes, both men sweating in their rubber suits, groans and animal noises emanating from the oxygen hoods, the sound of their breathing mixed with the vibrating drum from the lower mattress made for a highly erotic atmosphere. Finally, Biker slowed down and pressed the button to relieve a little more air pressure in the top mattress. Lance knew the routine and used the greater freedom of movement to flip over under Biker and place his legs up on his shoulders, their bodies moving in the womb-like atmosphere of the airmattress ceiling. Biker slid back in and this time bent Lance completely over sliding his cock in to the hilt, watching the squirming rubber hooded toy take it deeper. Biker braced his gloved hands on Lance's delts, repositioning them so they wouldn't slide off while
Lance grabbed his own two nipple rings and rubbed his fingers around the excited tits, moaning and
squirming, his ass twitching on Biker's hard cock, seeing Lance like this again made Biker slam in and
shoot, the different stilted rhythm of his shooting cock signaling to the rubber toy to slow down and let
his top cum. But while he gripped down his ass, he also pinched his nipples harder and he too shot in his
tight rubbery confines, until Biker collapsed on top of him and the two of them lay there breathing deeply
of the cool oxygenated air. Biker pinched Lance's left nipple and the super sensitized muscleman
squealed into his anesthesia cup over his mouth and tried to get away but Biker only twisted and pinched
more, enjoying Lance's squirming. How he loved this hot fuck, the way light played off every rounded ball
shaped muscle on the guy, and those thighs, fuck his ass looked good in latex! Just thinking about Lance
got Biker hard again and when Lance felt the big dick begin to stiffen up his ass again, he clamped down in a fury of anal attention to get the guy super hard. Round two of fucking began and the two guys just went at it like machines until they both came a second time. Lance was up for more but Biker liked to keep
his boys wanting so he undid the pressure of the top mattress and let it ascend, sliding his lube slicked body off the bed.
He removed his hood and let it fall to the floor, breathing heavily and wiping his hair out of his eyes.
Lance knew Biker was looking at him and began to massage himself and pose on the rubber bed hoping
Biker would hop on and fuck him again. He lifted his legs up and held his thighs with his hands, offering
his pretty ass to Biker invitingly, winking his slick ass hoping Biker would take the bait. Instead, Biker
went to a small wall closet and opened an almost hidden narrow door in the corner of the room. The
shelves were crammed with supplies and he chose a small tripled lobed dildo with ridges running around
it, which he headed back to the bed and slid up Lance's ass. Lance was moaning with delight, the ribs
teasing his assmuscle as each one slid in. Once it was up there, Biker turned the base and a low hum
vibrated through Lance's being, and Biker zipped the catsuit closed, pulling hard to get it to close over
the big ass cheeks. Lance arched his back for just a second from the sudden sensation and then slowly lay back on the siliconed mattress. Biker patted him on the chest to indicate he was going to be left there
and Lance, like a well trained boy, placed his hands on his chest - so he could play with his nipples, and
spread his legs. Biker lowered the top mattress and increased the pressure, effectively sealing Lance in
the vibrating bed, a dildo humming away up his ass. That was an appropriate reward for the hot stud. He
donned his jacket, and left the room, locking it via the card key that opened the parking garage and headed down the hall to Bek.
"Leave him in about an hour and then do as you please, just don't forget him in there like that one time.
The little fuck was so spoiled it took a month to get his ass hungry again."
Bek laughed and thanked Biker who ascended the ramp back into the bar.
Lance knew Biker was looking at him and began to massage himself and pose on the rubber bed hoping
Biker would hop on and fuck him again. He lifted his legs up and held his thighs with his hands, offering
his pretty ass to Biker invitingly, winking his slick ass hoping Biker would take the bait. Instead, Biker
went to a small wall closet and opened an almost hidden narrow door in the corner of the room. The
shelves were crammed with supplies and he chose a small tripled lobed dildo with ridges running around
it, which he headed back to the bed and slid up Lance's ass. Lance was moaning with delight, the ribs
teasing his assmuscle as each one slid in. Once it was up there, Biker turned the base and a low hum
vibrated through Lance's being, and Biker zipped the catsuit closed, pulling hard to get it to close over
the big ass cheeks. Lance arched his back for just a second from the sudden sensation and then slowly lay back on the siliconed mattress. Biker patted him on the chest to indicate he was going to be left there
and Lance, like a well trained boy, placed his hands on his chest - so he could play with his nipples, and
spread his legs. Biker lowered the top mattress and increased the pressure, effectively sealing Lance in
the vibrating bed, a dildo humming away up his ass. That was an appropriate reward for the hot stud. He
donned his jacket, and left the room, locking it via the card key that opened the parking garage and headed down the hall to Bek.
"Leave him in about an hour and then do as you please, just don't forget him in there like that one time.
The little fuck was so spoiled it took a month to get his ass hungry again."
Bek laughed and thanked Biker who ascended the ramp back into the bar.
Greeting some of his regular rubber buddies, Biker headed over to the bar to where Sky was dispensing beers.
"Go ahead, let him out and make sure he gets a quick rinsing, I want him in the contest."
"Will do." And with that Gray motioned to two of the bar backs who jumped up on the bar and undid the
hooked belt so the bag would swing. They untwisted it and when it unfurled itself, one undid a 4' industrial
zipper that ran on the wall side of the bag. While Biker headed over to take a piss, the two barbacks
eased Jack's feet free and slid him out of the bag, gravity feeding him down to the two guys who carried
the relieved but frightened boy to a supply room behind the bar. Jack was bewildered to find himself
being loered into the middle of the club's main bar where he had been the night before. The bag had
muffled so much sound, he had no idea. "Ah fucking jerk pee'd himself. I hate that," said one of the bar backs.
"Yeah, well it's not like they don't all do it, so rinse yer apron and quit whining. Sure beats a job in
a restaurant."
The other barback laughed at this and using a glass rinsing nozzle head from the backbar sink where they
cleaned the glasses, gave Jack's suit and especially crotch a quick once over.
"You better be'ave boy if you want to keep that one."
Jack looked at the barback who was young and wiry in a rubber apron.
"Listen to 'em mate, your master is one hot fuck, ain't no shor'age of guys willin' to do what he
wants." Jack would have responded to this beefier one but he still had his mouth tube gag in.
"Ah, guess it il be 'right if we undo this, eh?" And with that Jack's mouth was finally freed of the
intrusion, he was so happy to be out of the bag he didn't even notice the pain of his jaw. The one
barback handed him a bottled beer.
"'ere, take a swig, the party s'bout to start." Jack thankfully guzzled some of the cold liquid and was
lead back around the bar to the noisy room.
"Will do." And with that Gray motioned to two of the bar backs who jumped up on the bar and undid the
hooked belt so the bag would swing. They untwisted it and when it unfurled itself, one undid a 4' industrial
zipper that ran on the wall side of the bag. While Biker headed over to take a piss, the two barbacks
eased Jack's feet free and slid him out of the bag, gravity feeding him down to the two guys who carried
the relieved but frightened boy to a supply room behind the bar. Jack was bewildered to find himself
being loered into the middle of the club's main bar where he had been the night before. The bag had
muffled so much sound, he had no idea. "Ah fucking jerk pee'd himself. I hate that," said one of the bar backs.
"Yeah, well it's not like they don't all do it, so rinse yer apron and quit whining. Sure beats a job in
a restaurant."
The other barback laughed at this and using a glass rinsing nozzle head from the backbar sink where they
cleaned the glasses, gave Jack's suit and especially crotch a quick once over.
"You better be'ave boy if you want to keep that one."
Jack looked at the barback who was young and wiry in a rubber apron.
"Listen to 'em mate, your master is one hot fuck, ain't no shor'age of guys willin' to do what he
wants." Jack would have responded to this beefier one but he still had his mouth tube gag in.
"Ah, guess it il be 'right if we undo this, eh?" And with that Jack's mouth was finally freed of the
intrusion, he was so happy to be out of the bag he didn't even notice the pain of his jaw. The one
barback handed him a bottled beer.
"'ere, take a swig, the party s'bout to start." Jack thankfully guzzled some of the cold liquid and was
lead back around the bar to the noisy room.
Standing there was Biker, waiting. Jack's mind jumped.
"Sorry sir. I'm, I'm sorry I was out of line. I promise it won't happen again, I'll do whatever you want sir." He could have cried he felt so badly.
"Good," Biker regarded his new toy, "because I want you in the contest."
"Sir?"
"You'll see soon enough." And with that Biker put his arm around the frightened stud and led him over to the front of the bar.
"Sorry sir. I'm, I'm sorry I was out of line. I promise it won't happen again, I'll do whatever you want sir." He could have cried he felt so badly.
"Good," Biker regarded his new toy, "because I want you in the contest."
"Sir?"
"You'll see soon enough." And with that Biker put his arm around the frightened stud and led him over to the front of the bar.
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