Chapter 11 by Slick xxxslick@msn.com
Jack only remembered lumbering up the townhouse steps once they had parked the bike. Biker had something about going on up, so he did. He stepped into the bedroom bathroom and peed. Then sat down on the bed edge, his eyes only half-lifted. Normally, he would have had to clean up but Biker knew it was his first long night and figured it would give him something to do in the daytime.
Jack took off his boots, the jacket and gloves and peeled off the chaps. His rubber fell on the floor in a wet jumble. He kept the catsuit on and collapsed forward on to the bed completely out of it. He had been stimulated to the point of adrenaline exhaustion and now his body was just shutting down on him. Biker walked in the bedroom scornfully eyeing the pile of rubberwear discarded so haphazardly but when he
eyed his hot little fuck, laying face down now on the bed, the tight rubber outlining his butt and thighs in
the hottest way, his thoughts shifted. He'd love to fuck him right now but an inactive play partner was not very interesting and he could tell Jack was almost asleep on just the long ride home. So he chucked his gear and took a quick shower, leaving his rubber hanging in the shower. Drying off only his body, Biker lay down on the rubber sheets on the other side of the bed, his wet hair siding easily on the inflated back pillow. He removed a tiny earpiece from the drawer of the night table and set the time on it, then popped it snuggly in his left ear. The alarm would be faint and would only awaken him so he could steal out
while Jack lay passed out. He liked leaving Jack wondering all the time, kept him in line. The ride
had been long and Biker extinguished the room lights from the wall rheostat and lay back. This one was
pretty good, but there would have to be some more tests. He had to be sure Jack would be trustworthy and worth the investment as well.
eyed his hot little fuck, laying face down now on the bed, the tight rubber outlining his butt and thighs in
the hottest way, his thoughts shifted. He'd love to fuck him right now but an inactive play partner was not very interesting and he could tell Jack was almost asleep on just the long ride home. So he chucked his gear and took a quick shower, leaving his rubber hanging in the shower. Drying off only his body, Biker lay down on the rubber sheets on the other side of the bed, his wet hair siding easily on the inflated back pillow. He removed a tiny earpiece from the drawer of the night table and set the time on it, then popped it snuggly in his left ear. The alarm would be faint and would only awaken him so he could steal out
while Jack lay passed out. He liked leaving Jack wondering all the time, kept him in line. The ride
had been long and Biker extinguished the room lights from the wall rheostat and lay back. This one was
pretty good, but there would have to be some more tests. He had to be sure Jack would be trustworthy and worth the investment as well.
When Jack rolled over, his mouth was sore, his ass was sore, his muscles ached and his throat felt parched dry, but more importantly he needed to pee. He roused himself and remembered he was on a rubber bed, his mind snapped a little and he woke faster, looking to see if Biker was with him, which he wasn't. A neatly computer-printed note lay on the other side of the bed.
You obviously need your sleep. When you do wake,
shower and then get yourself some breakfast. The
kitchen is on the 2nd floor behind the dining room.
It's Monday, I've already altered your flight a week.
You will need to call your office and make up some
excuse like a funeral or emergency. If there's any
back-up you need I can provide it when I return this
afternoon around 5. (Jack wondered what time it was
now since they hadn't gotten home until close to 6
a.m.) Your task today is to clean and dry all of the
gear. It's in the basement play area waiting to be
washed. I expect a high quality of care when you
clean rubber, it should be spotless and polished when
appropriate. You'll figure out where things go when
you slide open the closets. There are hangers and
supplies down there as well and a rinsing area that's
on the other end of the playroom. You have pleased me
thus far and I'm extending the option of another week
to you. Please know that you are free to leave at any
time if you no longer wish to stay, the choice is
yours. However, should you step out of the house at
any time, the doors lock automatically and you will
not be allowed back in until I return at 5, presuming
you haven't gone back to the airport. Hopefully, you
will be here when I return.
shower and then get yourself some breakfast. The
kitchen is on the 2nd floor behind the dining room.
It's Monday, I've already altered your flight a week.
You will need to call your office and make up some
excuse like a funeral or emergency. If there's any
back-up you need I can provide it when I return this
afternoon around 5. (Jack wondered what time it was
now since they hadn't gotten home until close to 6
a.m.) Your task today is to clean and dry all of the
gear. It's in the basement play area waiting to be
washed. I expect a high quality of care when you
clean rubber, it should be spotless and polished when
appropriate. You'll figure out where things go when
you slide open the closets. There are hangers and
supplies down there as well and a rinsing area that's
on the other end of the playroom. You have pleased me
thus far and I'm extending the option of another week
to you. Please know that you are free to leave at any
time if you no longer wish to stay, the choice is
yours. However, should you step out of the house at
any time, the doors lock automatically and you will
not be allowed back in until I return at 5, presuming
you haven't gone back to the airport. Hopefully, you
will be here when I return.
Hopefully?, Jack couldn't imagine leaving and only thought what a drudgery his job had been at home. Ugh, the office. He still needed to pee and stepped in the bathroom. Then decided his clammy catsuit needed rinsing as did he, so he took a shower, rinsing out the suit as he pulled it off and hanging it in the shower afterwards. He looked sort of scruffy in the mirror and wasn't going to shave when he remembered
Biker's comment about how he liked 'em clean cut. Well, that was enough motivation and he set about
shaving. A week. Hmm, a lot could happen in a week, would he still need a job? Maybe, so he'd better call. He looked for a clock and found one downstairs in the kitchen where he made himself some scrambled eggs in a room that looked like a stainless steel advertisement. The clock read 1 and the sun was out so it was early afternoon. Fuck, it was already late in the office back in NY, he'd wait a bit more and leave a message on his boss' machine instead of deal with his wrath. 1 o'clock. That left him four hours. Oh and he had cleaning to do. Well, how bad can that be. He went back upstairs with his coffee and used the bathroom. His rubber wear was no longer on the floor from last night so he guessed it must be in the basement. Getting another cup of coffee from the kitchen he headed downstairs and found piles of gear.
Fuck!! He'd forgotten there was play gear and the gym gear and what he'd worn last night in addition to
Biker's gear, toys . . . there was a BIG pile of things by one rubber curtained wall at the end of the
playroom. As he sat down and tried sorting it into categories of thick and thin his dick started to get
hard and sensing he was alone, he fell into the pile of used rubberwear, reveling in the smell of his and
Biker's sweat, the scent of used rubber, his dick was hard in a flash and while grinding it, images of the
past scenes went flooding through his mind and he buried himself deeper into the pile, licking and
sniffing himself into a frenzy, eyes closed until his cock coming in contact with the bottom tread of a big
wader boot hit the point of no return and shot into the latex mass while Jack moaned and pumped his groin against the boot. Such the rubber pig he thought to himself afterwards, cum shot onto several items at once. Well, I've got to wash it anyway. He wondered what Biker would think of him like this and frowned at himself and then set to work cleaning up. Of course Biker HAD seen everything since one didn't get to be rich and stay rich without being prudent. Biker had watched all the action on a tiny remote screen hooked into a video camera in the ceiling that beamed it to his portable monitor. He was in a business suit being driven to an important luncheon and he shifted his hard cock in his suit pants to make it less noticeable and turned the monitor off. Excellent instincts, he thought to himself, the image of Jack's cute butt riding above the pile of latex with his head buried in my sweat stained jacket..
Biker's gear, toys . . . there was a BIG pile of things by one rubber curtained wall at the end of the
playroom. As he sat down and tried sorting it into categories of thick and thin his dick started to get
hard and sensing he was alone, he fell into the pile of used rubberwear, reveling in the smell of his and
Biker's sweat, the scent of used rubber, his dick was hard in a flash and while grinding it, images of the
past scenes went flooding through his mind and he buried himself deeper into the pile, licking and
sniffing himself into a frenzy, eyes closed until his cock coming in contact with the bottom tread of a big
wader boot hit the point of no return and shot into the latex mass while Jack moaned and pumped his groin against the boot. Such the rubber pig he thought to himself afterwards, cum shot onto several items at once. Well, I've got to wash it anyway. He wondered what Biker would think of him like this and frowned at himself and then set to work cleaning up. Of course Biker HAD seen everything since one didn't get to be rich and stay rich without being prudent. Biker had watched all the action on a tiny remote screen hooked into a video camera in the ceiling that beamed it to his portable monitor. He was in a business suit being driven to an important luncheon and he shifted his hard cock in his suit pants to make it less noticeable and turned the monitor off. Excellent instincts, he thought to himself, the image of Jack's cute butt riding above the pile of latex with his head buried in my sweat stained jacket..
Jack noticed one boot went under the curtain where he presumed there was simply a flat wall - he lifted up
the curtain and found the washroom Biker had mentioned - black tile floor, white tile walls, big plastic
bins, some type of soap in a large pump container and shelves of towels, paper towels, silicone, rubber
polish, and a leaf blower he presumed was for air blowing larger items dry. He sorted rubber into
thicknesses and then set up a system of soaking, rinsing, drying whereby he could do several things at
once. As he dried them he ran back and forth to the playroom closet looking for spaces between lined up
boots, hangers with nothing on them, to figure out by deduction which pieces belonged where. It was hell
not trying everything on and there were so many cool things in the closet, but he had a simple mission and
he figured he better not screw it up. He kept all of the stuff he had worn together so he could deal with
it later and put away the rest. Twice running upstairs to the kitchen to monitor the clock. By 4:10
he was done, took longer than he thought but everything was cleaned up and dry and put away. There
had been a LOT of gear and just drying out the rubber bed catsuit sheet thing had taken a while with the
blower since the layers had stuck together since their scene and needed rinsing first.
the curtain and found the washroom Biker had mentioned - black tile floor, white tile walls, big plastic
bins, some type of soap in a large pump container and shelves of towels, paper towels, silicone, rubber
polish, and a leaf blower he presumed was for air blowing larger items dry. He sorted rubber into
thicknesses and then set up a system of soaking, rinsing, drying whereby he could do several things at
once. As he dried them he ran back and forth to the playroom closet looking for spaces between lined up
boots, hangers with nothing on them, to figure out by deduction which pieces belonged where. It was hell
not trying everything on and there were so many cool things in the closet, but he had a simple mission and
he figured he better not screw it up. He kept all of the stuff he had worn together so he could deal with
it later and put away the rest. Twice running upstairs to the kitchen to monitor the clock. By 4:10
he was done, took longer than he thought but everything was cleaned up and dry and put away. There
had been a LOT of gear and just drying out the rubber bed catsuit sheet thing had taken a while with the
blower since the layers had stuck together since their scene and needed rinsing first.
He however, was a sweaty mess again. He went back to the kitchen and called his boss' line, leaving a
message about a dead Aunt and Uncle from a car crash and that he'd be in touch again the next day when he knew more since he was on a flight to Utah. He also called the personnel department and left a similarly frantic and cryptic message with the promise of details from Utah. Then he plowed through the frig, lord this man was organized. Everything was in compartments, there wasn't a piece of junk food
anywhere, there were meats and cheeses, interesting gourmet supplies, lots of vodka in the freezer,
everything was pretty healthy but interesting. The cabinets had protein powders, vitamin supplements, it
was like a store with everything alphabetical. He popped a few multivitamins and supplements he was
familiar with then microwaved a chicken dish from the freezer and took it, in it's plastic container back
upstairs to shower again, hoping to be completely finished and presentable when Biker returned at 5, or
even earlier just to be safe. After he was dry he stepped back into the bedroom. He'd left his rubber
gear all downstairs and wondered where his suitcase and backpack were. He pondered if they were still in
the first room next to the playroom and sure enough there they were untouched. Somehow, he didn't feel
like putting anything on he'd brought with him. It wasn't sure what to do so he went back upstairs and
sat on the bed. It was then that he noticed the upholstered bedroom walls had seams. Closets of
course, the guy has to have regular clothes stored somewhere. Jack went to move a panel but it didn't
open. He tried a second and a third working his way from one wall to the other. They sure looked like
they might be doors and this was confirmed when the last one swung open and surprise, there was all the
stuff they had shopped for at the boutiques. At least all the stuff for him, he recognized the shirts, the
colors. Yeah, this was all his size. He picked out a new outfit head-to-toe and got dressed, feeling really
special and happy the way new things always perked him up. The one thing he had left on from last night was the cockring and he liked the way it made his basket show more in the stretch fabric dress pants he chose.
message about a dead Aunt and Uncle from a car crash and that he'd be in touch again the next day when he knew more since he was on a flight to Utah. He also called the personnel department and left a similarly frantic and cryptic message with the promise of details from Utah. Then he plowed through the frig, lord this man was organized. Everything was in compartments, there wasn't a piece of junk food
anywhere, there were meats and cheeses, interesting gourmet supplies, lots of vodka in the freezer,
everything was pretty healthy but interesting. The cabinets had protein powders, vitamin supplements, it
was like a store with everything alphabetical. He popped a few multivitamins and supplements he was
familiar with then microwaved a chicken dish from the freezer and took it, in it's plastic container back
upstairs to shower again, hoping to be completely finished and presentable when Biker returned at 5, or
even earlier just to be safe. After he was dry he stepped back into the bedroom. He'd left his rubber
gear all downstairs and wondered where his suitcase and backpack were. He pondered if they were still in
the first room next to the playroom and sure enough there they were untouched. Somehow, he didn't feel
like putting anything on he'd brought with him. It wasn't sure what to do so he went back upstairs and
sat on the bed. It was then that he noticed the upholstered bedroom walls had seams. Closets of
course, the guy has to have regular clothes stored somewhere. Jack went to move a panel but it didn't
open. He tried a second and a third working his way from one wall to the other. They sure looked like
they might be doors and this was confirmed when the last one swung open and surprise, there was all the
stuff they had shopped for at the boutiques. At least all the stuff for him, he recognized the shirts, the
colors. Yeah, this was all his size. He picked out a new outfit head-to-toe and got dressed, feeling really
special and happy the way new things always perked him up. The one thing he had left on from last night was the cockring and he liked the way it made his basket show more in the stretch fabric dress pants he chose.
"Perfect fit." A voice said.
Biker scared the daylights out of him, here he was standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror and
this person appeared out of nowhere in the reflection. When his heart paused, he smiled and ran over to the big hunky guy standing there. He hadn't heard him come in and he was definitely ten minutes early.
"You scared me! Missed you big time. But I got all the gear cleaned up and put away. I think everything is exactly where it belongs, you just have so much it got a little confusing. Oh and I called my office and said I had a double funeral in Utah and would get back to them, and um, and " Jack was speaking a mile a minute.
"Whoa, slow down. I'd like your mouth for something else right now." And with that, Biker put his arms
around the cute bod grabbing his ass and giving him a big wet tongue-sucking kiss that shut Jack up in
seconds.
Mmmmmmmmm Jack just got lost in the guy.
"And I brought you a present." Biker offered Jack a heavy black shopping bag.
"For me? You already got so much stuff already. I don't need."
Biker cut him off. "It's more for me than you." Jack put the heavy bag down on the bed corner and
opened it, black tissue on the top needed to be pulled out first and underneath was the ever-present black
rubber. Jack shot Biker a beaming smile and then pulled the suit out.
"Oh my God this is so fucking hot, will it fit me?" Jack pulled out an inflatable bondage bag withreinforcing straps and D rings all over it. The rubber was thick and there was an attached hood and a sheath at the front, even the cock sheath had a D ring at the end of it. The suit because of the latex
thickness was surprisingly heavy. There were nozzles and details all over the suit in different places and
Jack could only guess what they did.
"It should, you got measured the other day for it."
Jack remembered the skinhead tailor and wondered just how "custom" the suit was.
"Can I?"
"No, that's for later. We have, unfortunately, an obligatory dinner to go to in two hours so right now I
just want a drink, we can talk a little and a nap before we go out."
this person appeared out of nowhere in the reflection. When his heart paused, he smiled and ran over to the big hunky guy standing there. He hadn't heard him come in and he was definitely ten minutes early.
"You scared me! Missed you big time. But I got all the gear cleaned up and put away. I think everything is exactly where it belongs, you just have so much it got a little confusing. Oh and I called my office and said I had a double funeral in Utah and would get back to them, and um, and " Jack was speaking a mile a minute.
"Whoa, slow down. I'd like your mouth for something else right now." And with that, Biker put his arms
around the cute bod grabbing his ass and giving him a big wet tongue-sucking kiss that shut Jack up in
seconds.
Mmmmmmmmm Jack just got lost in the guy.
"And I brought you a present." Biker offered Jack a heavy black shopping bag.
"For me? You already got so much stuff already. I don't need."
Biker cut him off. "It's more for me than you." Jack put the heavy bag down on the bed corner and
opened it, black tissue on the top needed to be pulled out first and underneath was the ever-present black
rubber. Jack shot Biker a beaming smile and then pulled the suit out.
"Oh my God this is so fucking hot, will it fit me?" Jack pulled out an inflatable bondage bag withreinforcing straps and D rings all over it. The rubber was thick and there was an attached hood and a sheath at the front, even the cock sheath had a D ring at the end of it. The suit because of the latex
thickness was surprisingly heavy. There were nozzles and details all over the suit in different places and
Jack could only guess what they did.
"It should, you got measured the other day for it."
Jack remembered the skinhead tailor and wondered just how "custom" the suit was.
"Can I?"
"No, that's for later. We have, unfortunately, an obligatory dinner to go to in two hours so right now I
just want a drink, we can talk a little and a nap before we go out."
Biker took Jack's belt front in his grasp and tugged him along behind him down the stairs back to the
kitchen. He mixed them each a martini showing Jack which glasses he liked, the vodka, how much ice, the works. Jack knew he was to memorize the details because this man was fastidious. It was nice to be
with Biker like this, in day clothes and talkative. Biker let him ask anything and he learned all sorts of
details but nothing highly personal. He wouldn't detail the business too much and he wouldn't give any
very personal questions much more than general answers. Jack figured where he could probe and what
was off limits and settled for that. Likewise, Biker in turn had questions for Jack about his life in the
states, where he was schooled, what he liked and didn't like about his job.
kitchen. He mixed them each a martini showing Jack which glasses he liked, the vodka, how much ice, the works. Jack knew he was to memorize the details because this man was fastidious. It was nice to be
with Biker like this, in day clothes and talkative. Biker let him ask anything and he learned all sorts of
details but nothing highly personal. He wouldn't detail the business too much and he wouldn't give any
very personal questions much more than general answers. Jack figured where he could probe and what
was off limits and settled for that. Likewise, Biker in turn had questions for Jack about his life in the
states, where he was schooled, what he liked and didn't like about his job.
The glasses were empty fast and Biker motioned for them to go in the living room. On a big oversized
charcoal silk velvet couch that felt like fur and was almost as wide as a bed, Biker laid out, pointing at
his feet. Jack thought a second and then realized he wanted his shoes removed, so he unlaced the expensive looking black shoes and put them on the floor.
"You too" Biker nonchalantly said, and Jack slipped out of a pair of modern looking loafers that he'd been
smart enough to comment on during their shopping spree, and joined Biker on the couch.
"Jack"
"Yes sir."
"I'm glad you came over, you took a big chance."
"Well I'm really happy I came over, I don't want this to end. "
"Good, we'll deal with details later. Now one other thing."
"Yeah?"
"The way we are in private is not necessarily the way I want you in public, or in the club. So when I
change, you just need to accept the different modes our relationship operates in and accept it. If I'm a
little icy in public, it's because I'm a very private person and when you're wealthy people like to pry. If
you think I'm a little rough sometimes in rubber, I'll warn you now, you have a whole lot more to learn and
your boundaries are going to be expanded. But right now, this," he gestured to Jack's head on his chest
"This is part of what I want at home."
"That's fine with me sir." Jack smiled then added, "I hope you don't think I'm out of place sometimes or pushy, I'm not sure what the rules are and I can't quite read you yet."
"You might never"
Jack wondered what that meant.
"Just deal with the now, you should always concern yourself with the now. You're very trusting, which is
good, you just need to be trusting at the right moments." Jack nuzzled his face into Biker's warm dress shirt and wondered what that meant too.
"OK, I'll try but just tell me if I make a mistake"
"Don't worry about mistakes, that's how you learn. Now just be quiet for a little while."
Jack closed his eyes and breathed in, he felt secure and owned laying here next to Biker but in such a
normal way. Regular clothes, a living room. He tried to think things out and realized it was easier to just
veg and fall asleep and deal with it later. Deal with the now.
charcoal silk velvet couch that felt like fur and was almost as wide as a bed, Biker laid out, pointing at
his feet. Jack thought a second and then realized he wanted his shoes removed, so he unlaced the expensive looking black shoes and put them on the floor.
"You too" Biker nonchalantly said, and Jack slipped out of a pair of modern looking loafers that he'd been
smart enough to comment on during their shopping spree, and joined Biker on the couch.
"Jack"
"Yes sir."
"I'm glad you came over, you took a big chance."
"Well I'm really happy I came over, I don't want this to end. "
"Good, we'll deal with details later. Now one other thing."
"Yeah?"
"The way we are in private is not necessarily the way I want you in public, or in the club. So when I
change, you just need to accept the different modes our relationship operates in and accept it. If I'm a
little icy in public, it's because I'm a very private person and when you're wealthy people like to pry. If
you think I'm a little rough sometimes in rubber, I'll warn you now, you have a whole lot more to learn and
your boundaries are going to be expanded. But right now, this," he gestured to Jack's head on his chest
"This is part of what I want at home."
"That's fine with me sir." Jack smiled then added, "I hope you don't think I'm out of place sometimes or pushy, I'm not sure what the rules are and I can't quite read you yet."
"You might never"
Jack wondered what that meant.
"Just deal with the now, you should always concern yourself with the now. You're very trusting, which is
good, you just need to be trusting at the right moments." Jack nuzzled his face into Biker's warm dress shirt and wondered what that meant too.
"OK, I'll try but just tell me if I make a mistake"
"Don't worry about mistakes, that's how you learn. Now just be quiet for a little while."
Jack closed his eyes and breathed in, he felt secure and owned laying here next to Biker but in such a
normal way. Regular clothes, a living room. He tried to think things out and realized it was easier to just
veg and fall asleep and deal with it later. Deal with the now.
A small buzz jolted Biker, whose movement bounced Jack's head awake.
Biker regarded his watch and turned off the alarm.
"6:30, time to dress, head to dinner and then return
here for a quick change."
"Quick change?"
"Yeah, we're going back to the club.
"Yeah? Cool!" Jack replied. "But isn't it Monday? You have guys going out on a Monday over here?"
"Full moon. That's different." Biker had already slid Jack off his chest and was heading upstairs to
the bedroom. Jack grabbed both their shoes and followed.
Biker regarded his watch and turned off the alarm.
"6:30, time to dress, head to dinner and then return
here for a quick change."
"Quick change?"
"Yeah, we're going back to the club.
"Yeah? Cool!" Jack replied. "But isn't it Monday? You have guys going out on a Monday over here?"
"Full moon. That's different." Biker had already slid Jack off his chest and was heading upstairs to
the bedroom. Jack grabbed both their shoes and followed.
"Here, put these on instead. I want you looking a little less sexy. Remember, you're just a guest from
the States visiting me, just follow my lead and we can make it up as we go along. This is a business dinner and I have to go but it's a nice restaurant so you should enjoy the food."
the States visiting me, just follow my lead and we can make it up as we go along. This is a business dinner and I have to go but it's a nice restaurant so you should enjoy the food."
Jack took off his clothes and standing there in his underwear, took up the pants Biker had thrown on the
bed. He was half dressed when he stopped and looked over at Biker - the guy was hot. He had taken off his business suit and was now standing there in just dark socks, and boxers looking incredible beefy, his thighs making the boxers tight at their hem. Biker walked over to the bedtable and punched some sort of code into the phone, then returned to the wall and this time the closet doors Jack had been unable to open, all unlocked simultaneously. Jack sat on the bed and put on more conservative shoes from his new wardrobe, buttoning his shirt and watching Biker hang up his suit and pick a less formal outfit for dinner.
Shadows on the muscles in his shoulders and arms moving and shifting in the window light. Jack walked
over to Biker who was still in his boxers
"Sir?" Jack knelt down in front of his man. Biker regarded the hot American, clean cut and sexy in his preppy attire now on his knees, his nose just inches from his crotch.
"Please sir"
"There isn't time, get up."
"Please sir," Jack begged, looking up at the handsome kinky businessman standing over him, the same eyes he had stared at before from the sling, from his knees, in the club.
"I said no." Biker's tone had changed. He shucked the boxers, revealing a hot rubber jockstrap with
yellow piping under the shorts, stood just momentarily over Jack as a tease and walked into the bathroom.
Jack followed, mesmerized by the round ass moving with the rubber straps framing it. Biker slid out of the
jockstrap as he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature. He was wearing a nut spreader in latex under the jock and a cockring. Jack's mouth watered thinking about how good it would be to have his sack in his mouth, licking the day's salt and sweat from them. The idea that this businessman had rubber on under a suit all day was toooooo fuckin' sexy. But Biker was not to be persuaded. He practically barked
at Jack
"Go sit on that bed and stay there until I'm ready. I decide when my cock is to be serviced not you. Don't
ever presume you make the rules here Jack or I'll send you back to the States on the next flight. Control
is one of the privileges of being rich. You mess up, you're out of here and you do something inappropriate
at dinner, we're not going to the club. I'll go but you won't, I'll just cuff you to the bed and leave you
locked in here. Now just sit down and don't even think about getting in the shower with me. You get
one spot of water on those clothes you just put on and you're staying home for dinner as well." Biker barked at him with such speed it didn't seem he stopped for breath.
bed. He was half dressed when he stopped and looked over at Biker - the guy was hot. He had taken off his business suit and was now standing there in just dark socks, and boxers looking incredible beefy, his thighs making the boxers tight at their hem. Biker walked over to the bedtable and punched some sort of code into the phone, then returned to the wall and this time the closet doors Jack had been unable to open, all unlocked simultaneously. Jack sat on the bed and put on more conservative shoes from his new wardrobe, buttoning his shirt and watching Biker hang up his suit and pick a less formal outfit for dinner.
Shadows on the muscles in his shoulders and arms moving and shifting in the window light. Jack walked
over to Biker who was still in his boxers
"Sir?" Jack knelt down in front of his man. Biker regarded the hot American, clean cut and sexy in his preppy attire now on his knees, his nose just inches from his crotch.
"Please sir"
"There isn't time, get up."
"Please sir," Jack begged, looking up at the handsome kinky businessman standing over him, the same eyes he had stared at before from the sling, from his knees, in the club.
"I said no." Biker's tone had changed. He shucked the boxers, revealing a hot rubber jockstrap with
yellow piping under the shorts, stood just momentarily over Jack as a tease and walked into the bathroom.
Jack followed, mesmerized by the round ass moving with the rubber straps framing it. Biker slid out of the
jockstrap as he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature. He was wearing a nut spreader in latex under the jock and a cockring. Jack's mouth watered thinking about how good it would be to have his sack in his mouth, licking the day's salt and sweat from them. The idea that this businessman had rubber on under a suit all day was toooooo fuckin' sexy. But Biker was not to be persuaded. He practically barked
at Jack
"Go sit on that bed and stay there until I'm ready. I decide when my cock is to be serviced not you. Don't
ever presume you make the rules here Jack or I'll send you back to the States on the next flight. Control
is one of the privileges of being rich. You mess up, you're out of here and you do something inappropriate
at dinner, we're not going to the club. I'll go but you won't, I'll just cuff you to the bed and leave you
locked in here. Now just sit down and don't even think about getting in the shower with me. You get
one spot of water on those clothes you just put on and you're staying home for dinner as well." Biker barked at him with such speed it didn't seem he stopped for breath.
Jack stepped back and sat down on the bed immediately. He was a little shocked and put out but he also knew to shut up. He decided not to watch Biker in the shower because he knew he'd get a raging hardon so he just concentrated on calming his breathing and staring at the wall. No, he should clean up. That's what he should do, he took Biker's dress shoes and polished them with a towel from the bathroom, storing them in the closet bottom. He stacked the dress shirt and rolled up the necktie looking for laundry but not
finding it. He then sat back down and just waited, watching Biker walk across the room in his towel to
pick out an evening's outfit. Neither of them spoke. When Biker was fully dressed and had combed his dark hair, he spoke as if nothing had happened, smiling.
"Ready"
"Yes, sir." Jack said nervously and a little depressed.
"OK, let's get something straight right now. When I snap at you, you deserve it. When I'm mad at you,
it's because you deserve it. I don't want you being all hurt and moody afterwards, do you understand?
Part of your training is going to require correction and you can't be moody about it. That I have no time
for."
"Yes" Jack said, trying to sound more upbeat.
"Good. You've done very well so far just don't ever be presumptuous. Trust me to make the decisions, I
don't want to keep explaining that. If you're stupid and don't get it I'll move on to a boy who learns
quicker."
Jack's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a look of terror.
Biker poked his thumb in Jack's mouth in his usual way and lowered his voice.
"But if you're a quick learner and please me, there's a whole lot of rubber out there you can't even
imagine." He slid his thumb out and stuck his three middle fingers in Jack's mouth. Jack licked and
sucked them carefully until Biker pulled them out. "Better," Biker perked up. "Now, let's go eat, not a
word about any of this, we've got a nice meal ahead of us."
finding it. He then sat back down and just waited, watching Biker walk across the room in his towel to
pick out an evening's outfit. Neither of them spoke. When Biker was fully dressed and had combed his dark hair, he spoke as if nothing had happened, smiling.
"Ready"
"Yes, sir." Jack said nervously and a little depressed.
"OK, let's get something straight right now. When I snap at you, you deserve it. When I'm mad at you,
it's because you deserve it. I don't want you being all hurt and moody afterwards, do you understand?
Part of your training is going to require correction and you can't be moody about it. That I have no time
for."
"Yes" Jack said, trying to sound more upbeat.
"Good. You've done very well so far just don't ever be presumptuous. Trust me to make the decisions, I
don't want to keep explaining that. If you're stupid and don't get it I'll move on to a boy who learns
quicker."
Jack's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a look of terror.
Biker poked his thumb in Jack's mouth in his usual way and lowered his voice.
"But if you're a quick learner and please me, there's a whole lot of rubber out there you can't even
imagine." He slid his thumb out and stuck his three middle fingers in Jack's mouth. Jack licked and
sucked them carefully until Biker pulled them out. "Better," Biker perked up. "Now, let's go eat, not a
word about any of this, we've got a nice meal ahead of us."
Jack followed Biker down and out to as usual, a waiting car which took them across town to a
smart-looking restaurant that was buzzing with people. The driver opened the door for Mr. Dickenson and Jack slid across the seat to exit as well since that was the curbside. The hostess recognized Biker in a flash and gave the prettiest smile "So nice to see you, your guests are here already. If you'll both follow me." Biker and Jack followed the beautiful girl to a curved booth where a guy and girl were waiting for them. Jack's heart did a flip-flop when he recognized the man from the airplane, the mustached CHiP officer and his sexy eyes seated in the booth in a casual boatneck sweater showing off his impressive shoulders and lats.
smart-looking restaurant that was buzzing with people. The driver opened the door for Mr. Dickenson and Jack slid across the seat to exit as well since that was the curbside. The hostess recognized Biker in a flash and gave the prettiest smile "So nice to see you, your guests are here already. If you'll both follow me." Biker and Jack followed the beautiful girl to a curved booth where a guy and girl were waiting for them. Jack's heart did a flip-flop when he recognized the man from the airplane, the mustached CHiP officer and his sexy eyes seated in the booth in a casual boatneck sweater showing off his impressive shoulders and lats.
"Hi Gray, you're late. Sybil hates that you know."
Biker bent to greet Sybil, "Hi beautiful" a pretty blond in her late twenties, kissing her on the neck.
Sybill just cooed.
"Hi Lance, long time no see. You mad at me?"
"Just busy, why is it you Brits always think someone is mad?"
"It's our schooling, we take courses in it" she posed as she tipped back the end of a pale pink drink, then
motioning to the passing waiter she wanted it replaced.
"Who's your friend here?"
Biker motioned for Jack to slide in first, which sandwiched him in between Biker and CHiP. "This is
Jack, Jack this is Sybil Eddington - she's an import broker, and this is one of my business associates Raul
da Monteverdi."
Italian, that explains the good looks, thought Jack.
"Nice to meet you, Jack." Raul extended his hand and shook Jack's hand in the most casual of ways, as if
he'd never played with him in a sling, as if he hadn't had a hot kinky rubber three way. "So how do you
know this character?" Raul innocently asked.
Sybil chimed in with her British accent "Yes, do tell.
He's definitely the character. You're American right?"
"Yeah, from New York City. Well not from there, but I live there now."
"Oh I love New York City" Sybil purred, starting another cocktail which had arrived.
"You probably want to catch up with us, Jack what would you like? A soda I s'pose." Raul said
jokingly, Sybil punched him in the arm.
"No, maybe some Hawaiian Punch or what's that killer blended thing they drink over there, oh yes a Long
Island Ice Tea?" she giggled. They had both obviously been drinking and were punchy.
"Actually, what do you recommend here?" Jack turned to Biker.
"Two very dry vodka martinis, no garnish." Biker told the waiter who left menus and then departed. Biker
chiming in before Jack had a chance to, inventing a story about how Jack was friends of one of Biker's
friends in the states and how he had wanted to check out the London job market but really didn't have any
connections.
"Oh he'll get you a job, this one knows everybody. Everybody. All I had to do was say boo and look at
me, I'm working with the whole Pacific Rim market in importing now, it's great. And Raul you work for him
too, but I can never for the life of me understand what you do with those rubber plantations in Malaysia,
all hot and full of bugs, I'll take Tokyo, thank you."
She gestured with her other hand where a dazzling bracelet caught the light of the table's candles.
Raul smiled, dazzling teeth beneath his mustache and laughed with Sybil changing the subject to bugs.
"Great big nasty ones scurrying around in your luggage" Sybil shrieked with laughter and Jack laughed
too, she had one of those infectious energies that made her popular.
"Guys, I've got to use the powder room, excuse me a minute." Biker stood from the banquette as she
scooted from her end of the curved banquette. "Always the gentleman" she smiled at him.
The moment she had walked away, Raul's left hand was firmly on Jack's crotch pulling the zipper open and kneading the cotton covered basket, while his right hand conspicuously stayed above the table with his drink. "So you hogging this one all to yourself?" Raul spoke quietly to Biker who had sat down again. "You still owe me some playtime boy" Raul was looking at him, smiling in a nonchalant way and gripping his nuts something fierce which made Jack squirm.
"Hands off Raul. You'll get your turn later." Biker intoned in a low voice while smiling and waving at
someone at another table who recognized him.
"When?"
"Soon enough, but not now. Anyway, you've still got the twins I presume so don't be greedy."
"Oh yeah, those two can't get enough of a the vac-rac. I left them alone in the house at breakfast
the other day and came back to find both of them ziplocked in when I'd just taken them out from
spending the whole night."
Biker laughed. "Well that's a good sign."
Raul replied by toasting his glass "sure is! Why so quiet little rubber stud, gag got your tongue?"
Jack gave Raul a wiseass smile, and zipped his pants back up.
"Leave him alone Raul, you don't want to do a business trip to Guam again do you?" That shut Raul
up, he sulked back into the banquette. Ugh, that had been the flight from hell, the weather from hell, the
trip from hell. Raul did a lot of site inspections in foreign countries for Biker's company, part of which
involved the harvesting of rubber sap.
"So you own rubber plantations?" Jack asked Biker quietly.
"Own them is an understatement," Raul answered, sipping his drink. "He practically controls
production in most places."
Biker smiled in response to this. "But the best part . . ." and Raul nudged Jack to get his attention, " is
the bioengineering work he's doing with rubber."
Biker gave him a look to kill.
"Don't worry, no trade secrets, just thought your boy would like to know that latex is being advanced in the
name of the space program - but seems to have some real nifty little kink uses on top of it."
"Enough" Biker snapped, Jack wondered why the two of them were so edgy. Raul sat back into the cushions
"Ah, Sybil returns which means more drinks."
Biker bent to greet Sybil, "Hi beautiful" a pretty blond in her late twenties, kissing her on the neck.
Sybill just cooed.
"Hi Lance, long time no see. You mad at me?"
"Just busy, why is it you Brits always think someone is mad?"
"It's our schooling, we take courses in it" she posed as she tipped back the end of a pale pink drink, then
motioning to the passing waiter she wanted it replaced.
"Who's your friend here?"
Biker motioned for Jack to slide in first, which sandwiched him in between Biker and CHiP. "This is
Jack, Jack this is Sybil Eddington - she's an import broker, and this is one of my business associates Raul
da Monteverdi."
Italian, that explains the good looks, thought Jack.
"Nice to meet you, Jack." Raul extended his hand and shook Jack's hand in the most casual of ways, as if
he'd never played with him in a sling, as if he hadn't had a hot kinky rubber three way. "So how do you
know this character?" Raul innocently asked.
Sybil chimed in with her British accent "Yes, do tell.
He's definitely the character. You're American right?"
"Yeah, from New York City. Well not from there, but I live there now."
"Oh I love New York City" Sybil purred, starting another cocktail which had arrived.
"You probably want to catch up with us, Jack what would you like? A soda I s'pose." Raul said
jokingly, Sybil punched him in the arm.
"No, maybe some Hawaiian Punch or what's that killer blended thing they drink over there, oh yes a Long
Island Ice Tea?" she giggled. They had both obviously been drinking and were punchy.
"Actually, what do you recommend here?" Jack turned to Biker.
"Two very dry vodka martinis, no garnish." Biker told the waiter who left menus and then departed. Biker
chiming in before Jack had a chance to, inventing a story about how Jack was friends of one of Biker's
friends in the states and how he had wanted to check out the London job market but really didn't have any
connections.
"Oh he'll get you a job, this one knows everybody. Everybody. All I had to do was say boo and look at
me, I'm working with the whole Pacific Rim market in importing now, it's great. And Raul you work for him
too, but I can never for the life of me understand what you do with those rubber plantations in Malaysia,
all hot and full of bugs, I'll take Tokyo, thank you."
She gestured with her other hand where a dazzling bracelet caught the light of the table's candles.
Raul smiled, dazzling teeth beneath his mustache and laughed with Sybil changing the subject to bugs.
"Great big nasty ones scurrying around in your luggage" Sybil shrieked with laughter and Jack laughed
too, she had one of those infectious energies that made her popular.
"Guys, I've got to use the powder room, excuse me a minute." Biker stood from the banquette as she
scooted from her end of the curved banquette. "Always the gentleman" she smiled at him.
The moment she had walked away, Raul's left hand was firmly on Jack's crotch pulling the zipper open and kneading the cotton covered basket, while his right hand conspicuously stayed above the table with his drink. "So you hogging this one all to yourself?" Raul spoke quietly to Biker who had sat down again. "You still owe me some playtime boy" Raul was looking at him, smiling in a nonchalant way and gripping his nuts something fierce which made Jack squirm.
"Hands off Raul. You'll get your turn later." Biker intoned in a low voice while smiling and waving at
someone at another table who recognized him.
"When?"
"Soon enough, but not now. Anyway, you've still got the twins I presume so don't be greedy."
"Oh yeah, those two can't get enough of a the vac-rac. I left them alone in the house at breakfast
the other day and came back to find both of them ziplocked in when I'd just taken them out from
spending the whole night."
Biker laughed. "Well that's a good sign."
Raul replied by toasting his glass "sure is! Why so quiet little rubber stud, gag got your tongue?"
Jack gave Raul a wiseass smile, and zipped his pants back up.
"Leave him alone Raul, you don't want to do a business trip to Guam again do you?" That shut Raul
up, he sulked back into the banquette. Ugh, that had been the flight from hell, the weather from hell, the
trip from hell. Raul did a lot of site inspections in foreign countries for Biker's company, part of which
involved the harvesting of rubber sap.
"So you own rubber plantations?" Jack asked Biker quietly.
"Own them is an understatement," Raul answered, sipping his drink. "He practically controls
production in most places."
Biker smiled in response to this. "But the best part . . ." and Raul nudged Jack to get his attention, " is
the bioengineering work he's doing with rubber."
Biker gave him a look to kill.
"Don't worry, no trade secrets, just thought your boy would like to know that latex is being advanced in the
name of the space program - but seems to have some real nifty little kink uses on top of it."
"Enough" Biker snapped, Jack wondered why the two of them were so edgy. Raul sat back into the cushions
"Ah, Sybil returns which means more drinks."
Dinner was fun once Jack's drink kicked in and with Sybil at the table the conversation stayed light and
silly. The food was tasty but in small portions that seemed to be more about appearances than anything
else. After two courses, Biker let it be known that they couldn't stay for dessert and he and Jack left,
after arranging for the bill to be taken care of in full on his account.
silly. The food was tasty but in small portions that seemed to be more about appearances than anything
else. After two courses, Biker let it be known that they couldn't stay for dessert and he and Jack left,
after arranging for the bill to be taken care of in full on his account.
Jack was really tired from the drinks and just stayed quiet in the car lest he say something stupid. Biker
could sense he had a lower tolerance for alcohol, which was good. He didn't want a drunk for a boy and a
lot of them got so messed up in drugs these days. After the car dropped them off, Biker spoke up.
"Same gear as last night, and have the Bike ready. You've got 30 minutes while I make some calls." Jack
flew into high gear, running downstairs to where he'd left his suit.
could sense he had a lower tolerance for alcohol, which was good. He didn't want a drunk for a boy and a
lot of them got so messed up in drugs these days. After the car dropped them off, Biker spoke up.
"Same gear as last night, and have the Bike ready. You've got 30 minutes while I make some calls." Jack
flew into high gear, running downstairs to where he'd left his suit.
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