CLEAN UP by xxxslick@msn.com
"We need to clean up before we get back on the bike, don’t want that seat slippery when we're taking a curve heading home."
"No sir." Jack was in a daze, completely euphoric, his every fantasy and few new ones were happening in quick succession. Biker walked Jack further down the hall until they came to an end, Jack could only envision how many doors they had passed in this underground labyrinth. Biker slid a door open and it revealed a small unobtrusive, completely white-tiled room, seems most of the place was monochromatic in black, gray or white which worked well since so many of the rooms were dimly lit. Small and tiled on 4 sides, shower heads on the 2 sidewalls and another door in front of them on the opposite wall. Biker took his jacket off and gestured to Jack to do the same hanging them on hooks built into the masonry.
"Take off my boots, then yours."
Jack quickly undid the clasps and pulled Biker’s heavy boots off.
"And the socks too." Jack slid the thick socks off to reveal slick tight rubber ones underneath. Jack quickly took off his boots but wasn’t wearing any cotton socks, just his rubber ones. Jack wanted to lick and suck them but Biker walked to one of the farther showers heads and turned it on, gesturing to Jack to do likewise at the next one. Jack took of his coat and followed suit, watching Biker for any clues. Biker basically used the shower and a separate showerhead on a hose lower on the wall to rinse off his outfit but didn’t remove anything besides the coat and boots. He lifted the coat off the wall hook and proceeded to rinse it inside and out. Jack wasn’t quite sure how this all worked but he just echoed all of Biker’s moves. He hadn’t removed anything else and while the outside of his gear was all wet and cleansed, he was still a sweaty water-logged mess underneath Well , until he noticed Biker was inserting the shower tube into the collar of his suit and then the sleeves, he even shoved it into his codpiece at one time, water gushing out of zippers, sleeve ends …Jack just did everything the way he saw Biker do it so he was thoroughly rinsed even inside his suit When Biker turned off the shower, Jack did the same and then put on Biker’s cock and helped him into his boots before slipping his own on. Biker took the wet dripping jacket he had hung on the peg and Jack did likewise.
"No sir." Jack was in a daze, completely euphoric, his every fantasy and few new ones were happening in quick succession. Biker walked Jack further down the hall until they came to an end, Jack could only envision how many doors they had passed in this underground labyrinth. Biker slid a door open and it revealed a small unobtrusive, completely white-tiled room, seems most of the place was monochromatic in black, gray or white which worked well since so many of the rooms were dimly lit. Small and tiled on 4 sides, shower heads on the 2 sidewalls and another door in front of them on the opposite wall. Biker took his jacket off and gestured to Jack to do the same hanging them on hooks built into the masonry.
"Take off my boots, then yours."
Jack quickly undid the clasps and pulled Biker’s heavy boots off.
"And the socks too." Jack slid the thick socks off to reveal slick tight rubber ones underneath. Jack quickly took off his boots but wasn’t wearing any cotton socks, just his rubber ones. Jack wanted to lick and suck them but Biker walked to one of the farther showers heads and turned it on, gesturing to Jack to do likewise at the next one. Jack took of his coat and followed suit, watching Biker for any clues. Biker basically used the shower and a separate showerhead on a hose lower on the wall to rinse off his outfit but didn’t remove anything besides the coat and boots. He lifted the coat off the wall hook and proceeded to rinse it inside and out. Jack wasn’t quite sure how this all worked but he just echoed all of Biker’s moves. He hadn’t removed anything else and while the outside of his gear was all wet and cleansed, he was still a sweaty water-logged mess underneath Well , until he noticed Biker was inserting the shower tube into the collar of his suit and then the sleeves, he even shoved it into his codpiece at one time, water gushing out of zippers, sleeve ends …Jack just did everything the way he saw Biker do it so he was thoroughly rinsed even inside his suit When Biker turned off the shower, Jack did the same and then put on Biker’s cock and helped him into his boots before slipping his own on. Biker took the wet dripping jacket he had hung on the peg and Jack did likewise.
Jack followed Biker through the doorway. The room wasn’t so much a room as a 10’ alley between two buildings and they were on some below-street level with a metal grating floor. The building they had left was the wall behind them and in front of them was another wall of a second warehouse with no door. The alley was about 30’ long but so dark at either end Jack couldn’t see. Above then at street level the floor was an open metal grid with dim light illuminating the warehouse walls. The light in this metal care area was fairly dark with just a little light seeping in from above where floodlights on the buildings roofs at both ends of the alley cast shadows of the grating above. On the other wall spaced far apart were small objects hanging on thin metal chains that caught the light as Jack followed Biker over to one. There were chains bolted into the walls, 4 of them 3 feet apart.
"Here" Biker lifted one and it was a simple pair of fine metal mesh goggles with a rubber strap, he slid it over a Jack’s hood, "Protects your eyes." Biker then donned a pair for himself, standing a few feet from Jack.
"Now, this is simple. Just hold on to your jacket and turn it as necessary, watch me."
With that, Biker flicked one of the switched next tot he door they had exited. Jack had assumed a light would go on but instead a heavy rumbling started and Jack noticed something moving beneath their feet It had startled him but Biker patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up motion. As the rumble smoothed into a quieter motor pitch Jack realized the movement beneath his feet was a series of giant fan blades, maybe a ventilation system for an air condition unit or something and that as they sped up the air movement in the alley went from a light breeze to a strong vertical wind effect. With his body almost completely covered in rubber, there wasn’t any skin to sense the air but the cooling effect of the air rushing over his wet suit was what he noticed and he could feel the air on his nostrils and eyelashes. He observed Biker holding his jacket out in front of him rotating and turning it inside out to speed-dry all the water off. It was a giant room temperature version of one of those hand dryers in a restroom. The fan blade sound made it hard to hear, but it only took a few minutes for all of the water to evaporate on both the they gear they were wearing and their jackets. Biker slipped off his goggles which fell back to the wall and walked over to the fan switch, turning it of; the droning noise immediately began to change and lower as the blades slowed.
"Come on, but don’t put your coat on yet." with that Biker opened the door and stepped back into the shower room they had just left and back into the main hall, Jack following, curious to see what was next.
"Here" Biker lifted one and it was a simple pair of fine metal mesh goggles with a rubber strap, he slid it over a Jack’s hood, "Protects your eyes." Biker then donned a pair for himself, standing a few feet from Jack.
"Now, this is simple. Just hold on to your jacket and turn it as necessary, watch me."
With that, Biker flicked one of the switched next tot he door they had exited. Jack had assumed a light would go on but instead a heavy rumbling started and Jack noticed something moving beneath their feet It had startled him but Biker patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up motion. As the rumble smoothed into a quieter motor pitch Jack realized the movement beneath his feet was a series of giant fan blades, maybe a ventilation system for an air condition unit or something and that as they sped up the air movement in the alley went from a light breeze to a strong vertical wind effect. With his body almost completely covered in rubber, there wasn’t any skin to sense the air but the cooling effect of the air rushing over his wet suit was what he noticed and he could feel the air on his nostrils and eyelashes. He observed Biker holding his jacket out in front of him rotating and turning it inside out to speed-dry all the water off. It was a giant room temperature version of one of those hand dryers in a restroom. The fan blade sound made it hard to hear, but it only took a few minutes for all of the water to evaporate on both the they gear they were wearing and their jackets. Biker slipped off his goggles which fell back to the wall and walked over to the fan switch, turning it of; the droning noise immediately began to change and lower as the blades slowed.
"Come on, but don’t put your coat on yet." with that Biker opened the door and stepped back into the shower room they had just left and back into the main hall, Jack following, curious to see what was next.
SHINE
They walked down the hall some distance until Biker stopped and opened yet another door, this one labeled SHINE. The door opened onto a very small corridor with a rubber curtain at the end of thin black fabric strips like a refrigerated meat cooler. After Biker had closed the door behind them so they were alone in the small space he walked through the rubber curtain and Jack followed to find there was another curtain 4’ in front of the first. This was like walking through a carwash! When they walked through the second one Jack was almost blinded by the brightness of the room, kind of like a sauna the room was white tiled like the shower but with a built in banquette seat ledge on the near and far walls. The room was probably 20’ x 12’ with a ceiling filled with halogen bulbs so bright it hurt to look upwards. The floor was gritty high traction material with ridges. The walls on the left and right were mirror floor to ceiling and scattered throughout the room were rubbermen polishing their gear or having it polished A rolling cart on the left had can ate cad of unlabeled chrome spray cans and undershelf of lint-free cloths.
"Better get started boy, you’ve got to do yourself afterwards too." Bier had already moved to one of the ledge seat sand sat down, legs spread, staring at Jack who lost no time grabbing a can and a cloth. Biker pointed at his boot and Jack knelt and start there, the cans were obviously silicone because he could smell it even in the heavily ventilated room. He sprayed and a black sheen followed everywhere his cloth spread. He polished and buffed his master’s rubber boots first, the lovingly sprayed and shined Biker’s legs, kissing the codpiece before spraying it shiny and black and then licking it even after he had polished it to show his dedication. Then spraying the bulge again and polishing to a slicker shine A pat on the back of his hood and he knew he was doing well. He sat on the ledge next to Biker and worked on the guy’s deep chest, the cloth sliding more easily as it became more and more saturated with silicone. He noticed no one really talked in the room above a whisper, sometimes a master would give direction or chastise a polisher or one of the individual rubbermen polishing his own gear would ask a fellow kinkster to get his backside. The bright light rally showed up any thin layers or polish or spots so it was easy to achieve a metallic level of glossy perfection. At home, Jack had always been frugal with his silicone spray since the cans were expensive but seeing as they were free he was already on a second can finishing Biker’s jacket after Biker had stood and let him polish the back of his legs ass, back and shoulders. Biker took the cloth from Jack and the can - Jack wasn’t sure what this meant but soon realized it was easier for biker to do his own hood and avoid the eyes than it was for Jack. He buffed his hood shining it up and making Jack hard as a rock watching his rubbermaster in his gleaming butchness polish his own hood like some big black cockhead waiting to be licked. Biker turned Jack around and did the back of Jack’s catsuit with a speed and effectiveness that only furthered Jack’s admiration for the man. Wastes no time.
"Here finish up." Biker handed the can back to Jack and walked to the mirror to examine his gear. He seemed to be talking to another guy there whose heavy Aquala suit was being serviced by a shorter rubberman in a shortie surf suit. Jack polished his suit as fast as he could, spraying frantically the inside and outside of his jacket, sliding the cloth up and down his arms, chest and legs eager to finish so he’d be ready when Biker wanted to leave. When he thought it would do, he shot two blasts into the coat sleeves and donned it, replaced the can on the tray and threw the polishing cloth into the bin that was the only other piece of furniture in the room. He walked up behind Biker who was still standing in front of the mirror chatting with the diver. Jack stood, unsure and impatient but eager to please, so he put his hands at his sides and stood, immobile, waiting.
"Don’t recognize the build on this one, a newbie? The diver said, eyeing Jack.
"Karl, this is Jack. New but a natural. I think I must have found the one I’ve been looking for, we’ll see." Biker smiled at Jack and put his gloved hand on Jack’s ass sliding around the silicone before he gave it a slap that sounded loud in the tiled room. Jack just beamed, staring at Biker, his mouth a big smiled that he was sort of startled when Karl spoke.
"Well, if that’s true kid you’ve quite a ride ahead of you."
"Thank you sir, Jack responded, making eye contact a with Karl and nodding, so automatically it just seemed second nature to speak to other men this way, respectful, simple almost military. Felt good, it gave Jack a sense of belonging. He belonged to Biker and he liked Biker’s friends, although he really didn’t know any of these guys, but any bunch of hot sexy rubber perves that lie the guy was fucked him under a tank and opened up his fantasy were probably perfect. Just go with it, he thought.
"Jack, this is Yves, maybe we’ll do a 4way sometime."
"Hi" Jack said, but the boy who was wearing a ball gag, just made a small nod, almost the minimum greeting and continued polishing Karl’s legs. He was smaller than jack but had a butt like a bubble and as he squatted polishing Karl’s calves, it just stuck out even more in his surf suit. His curtness made Jack wonder if the guy didn’t like him or was jealous because Biker was a lot sexier in his tight gear than the diver guy in his thick suit, at least as far as Jack was concerned, but he had a lot to learn. They said bye to the pair and headed out of the room, shined to a synthetic gloss. Jack’s suit felt good now wit his legs so click, the top of his inner thighs slid against each other mechanically and his shined arms felt great in his short jacket. Jack walked behind Biker and stared at the sexy gleam of muscles ahead of him in spit polished black rubber. Down the halls and up the original ramp, and finally finding himself back in the noisy dark bar which was only has as busy now, Jack realized he had no idea how much time had passed but it felt like one never-ending wet dream. Back in the parking garage, the air smelled conspicuously fresh, the scent of rubber and leather and men having sex had become normal to Jack’s nostrils for what had been some 3 hours in the bar and downstairs. He was exhilarated but exhausted, he felt tired walking up the long ramp. Biker handed Jack his helmet which he donned and mounted the bike, undoing his codpiece snap so he could stuff his balls down the pump. Biker slid in front and pushed his own crotch into the front compartment, gunned the motor and activated the suction. Jack’s mind whirled with the pleasant pressure pulling him and he leaned into Biker as the bike backed and started out of the warehouse. Once outside, Biker stopped at a corner of the warehouse. No one in site, no movement, no cars, the sky was dark, it was probably 4, Jack thought. Biker fished in the front compartment for something and took Jack’s right hand. He snapped on a handcuff, and then Jack’s other hand. Ummm, kinky, Jack thought. Biker turned the engine down and looked back at Jack, Jack stuck wrapped around the man’s chest.
"I don’t want you falling off if you fall asleep, I know you’re tired." Biker’s voice muffled by the helmet. Jack nodded, his shiny black helmet and visor reflecting Biker’s helmet in it. A perfectly matched pair of rubber kinksters heading home after a beginner’s night. What Jack hoped but didn’t fully realized was this was only just the beginning.
"Karl, this is Jack. New but a natural. I think I must have found the one I’ve been looking for, we’ll see." Biker smiled at Jack and put his gloved hand on Jack’s ass sliding around the silicone before he gave it a slap that sounded loud in the tiled room. Jack just beamed, staring at Biker, his mouth a big smiled that he was sort of startled when Karl spoke.
"Well, if that’s true kid you’ve quite a ride ahead of you."
"Thank you sir, Jack responded, making eye contact a with Karl and nodding, so automatically it just seemed second nature to speak to other men this way, respectful, simple almost military. Felt good, it gave Jack a sense of belonging. He belonged to Biker and he liked Biker’s friends, although he really didn’t know any of these guys, but any bunch of hot sexy rubber perves that lie the guy was fucked him under a tank and opened up his fantasy were probably perfect. Just go with it, he thought.
"Jack, this is Yves, maybe we’ll do a 4way sometime."
"Hi" Jack said, but the boy who was wearing a ball gag, just made a small nod, almost the minimum greeting and continued polishing Karl’s legs. He was smaller than jack but had a butt like a bubble and as he squatted polishing Karl’s calves, it just stuck out even more in his surf suit. His curtness made Jack wonder if the guy didn’t like him or was jealous because Biker was a lot sexier in his tight gear than the diver guy in his thick suit, at least as far as Jack was concerned, but he had a lot to learn. They said bye to the pair and headed out of the room, shined to a synthetic gloss. Jack’s suit felt good now wit his legs so click, the top of his inner thighs slid against each other mechanically and his shined arms felt great in his short jacket. Jack walked behind Biker and stared at the sexy gleam of muscles ahead of him in spit polished black rubber. Down the halls and up the original ramp, and finally finding himself back in the noisy dark bar which was only has as busy now, Jack realized he had no idea how much time had passed but it felt like one never-ending wet dream. Back in the parking garage, the air smelled conspicuously fresh, the scent of rubber and leather and men having sex had become normal to Jack’s nostrils for what had been some 3 hours in the bar and downstairs. He was exhilarated but exhausted, he felt tired walking up the long ramp. Biker handed Jack his helmet which he donned and mounted the bike, undoing his codpiece snap so he could stuff his balls down the pump. Biker slid in front and pushed his own crotch into the front compartment, gunned the motor and activated the suction. Jack’s mind whirled with the pleasant pressure pulling him and he leaned into Biker as the bike backed and started out of the warehouse. Once outside, Biker stopped at a corner of the warehouse. No one in site, no movement, no cars, the sky was dark, it was probably 4, Jack thought. Biker fished in the front compartment for something and took Jack’s right hand. He snapped on a handcuff, and then Jack’s other hand. Ummm, kinky, Jack thought. Biker turned the engine down and looked back at Jack, Jack stuck wrapped around the man’s chest.
"I don’t want you falling off if you fall asleep, I know you’re tired." Biker’s voice muffled by the helmet. Jack nodded, his shiny black helmet and visor reflecting Biker’s helmet in it. A perfectly matched pair of rubber kinksters heading home after a beginner’s night. What Jack hoped but didn’t fully realized was this was only just the beginning.
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