THE WATERTANK by xxxslick@msn.com
"Come on, I need some attention" Jack heard Biker once they were back in the hall heading to the right, walking so quickly he though at first Biker was mad at him when in fact he was just incredibly horny and wasn’t wasting time. They quickly walked down the hall past several other closed doors, Jack practically running to keep with Biker’s pace. They came to a door that was already open and Biker dragged Jack in. The room was completely black and tiled in black with black grout giving the effect of a quilted shiny surface everywhere. In the center of the room was a large tank, like an aquarium of sorts about 9’ square with glass sides, bottom and an open top - the whole thing high up on a steel frame about 8’ off the ground with a ladder on one side. Above, the only lights in the room were directly over the water tank, light traveling through the water and casting rippling patterns all over the floor and walls. Inside the tank Jack barely had time to make out two divers and a guy floating on the surface in an inflated dry suit of some type. He was tied to a St. Andrew’s cross that floated and bobbed on the water and the divers were tending to him. Biker walked Jack immediately under the tank, the light and shadows playing off both of their rubber outfits. He turned Jack and forced him to his knees, Jack needed no further prompting and began feverishly working the swollen codpiece offered him, still wearing the lube hood from before, he licked and sucked and bit the rubber pouch, getting it glossier and slicker by the second until Biker’s hand roughly undid the bottom snap and Jack’s mouth was immediately all over his big balls, licking and worshipping them with a greed that startled himself. He was panting and moaning, sucking and licking, noises like a greedy starving pig came from his mouth as he heard encouragement from his stud.
"Time for a hood change boy, you’re gonna throat this deep." Since he could only breath through his nose what with the tongue guard sealing his mouth, he was practically snorting to get enough air. Biker had started undoing Jack’s hood while he was working his nuts. Slipping it off after he undid the collar, Jack’s sweaty head dripped onto his suit, ripping waster filtered light from the tank above bathed his drenched hair as he looked up at Biker who stuffed three fingers in his mouth.
"Stay boy." And with that Biker slid his fingers out and strode away leaving Jack kneeling and breathing heavily. He let the air in his mouth in great gushes, happy to be able to deep breath. HE brushed his wet hair off his forehead and waited as Biker went to a closet. Anxious, tuned-on, fatigued and hyper all at once, Jack knelt there wondering what was next, he only felt secure now when Biker was with him and always got nervous when he was alone. Biker returned wearing a goggle-fronted hood himself and carrying a new hood for Jack. Jack stared at Biker’s face, trying to read it. Biker slipped the hood on and like all the rest buckled the collar part after zipping it tightly and adding a lock from his belt. This one had tiny pinprick eyes and a regular mouth and Jack jumped at the chance to taste Biker’s hot cock, he popped the head in his mouth and reveled at the warmth as his tongue bathed round and round, then poking it into the piss slit which seemed to please Biker who now had both hands on Jack’s head, Jack knew it meant go deep, the precum salty in his mouth. He took a deep breath and then pressed forward, feeling his master’s thick meat fill his mouth, to the back of his mouth and continue down his throat, completely filling him. The feeling Jack had the firs time he did this was the same, its fullness dominating him and giving him a sense of purpose, feeling a oneness with a man’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he controlled his breathing. He made small movements up and down, bobbing the cock head in the back of his throat but Biker had other ideas as his hands pressed on Jack’s hood and he began to speed up the pace. Biker’s hands began piston pumping Jack’s throat. Jack’s spit foaming and ripping down his chin which only facilitated the sped and ease with which Biker could abuse the hungry mouth before him. After seeing HC’s huge cock, Jack wasn’t so intimidated by Biker’s meaty cock and went at it like a hungry dog, grabbing breaths of air when he could.
"Oh yeah, come on, use your tongue, put some action into it when I’m pulling out, you know how to suck, suck it like the first time you did boy."
Jack inhaled and compressed his cheeks as Biker pulled out and then relaxed and opened his throat on each penetration, his tongue dashing along the underside of Biker’s veined shaft like madness. All he saw, smelled, tasted was either man or rubber, and Jack was practically delirious, he was gasping for breath and spit and lube were now running down his neck mixed with pre-cum, sliding down his rubber covered chin and throat. He cautiously placed his hands on the back of Biker’s thighs to stabilize himself with the head pounding and found no resistance from his man. So he dared to grab Biker’s ass, the hard rubber cheeks like steel gloves and pulled him even deeper when he plunged into Jack’s mouth - the result seemed to compensate the presumptuousness of grabbing his master’s ass because Biker made a funny little moan and then really started picking up the pace pounding Jack’s throat like a well-used ass.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah pig, my rubber hole, just suck, take it down that throat you fucking perve, suck my cum out!"
Biker was pounding Jack’s head so hard with his cock Jack was getting dizzy but then Biker pulled out and slapped Jack’s hood with the hard cock.
"Yeah boy."
The dick slapped hard and felt good hitting his cheeks, it slid right off the shiny surface with so much lube and spit everywhere, Jack frantically tried to catch the head in his mouth and continue sucking but Biker’s right hand held his head. Jack forgot how strong Biker was and he was unable to move his head or catch the dick treat flying back and fort over his lips, his hood, whacking his nose. Biker’s dick was really red by now, from all the pumping and friction and sucking and slapping. It was darker than Jack remembered and it made him crazy that it wasn’t in his mouth anymore. Biker snapped at Jack "get on all fours like the rubber dog you are!" Jack quickly complied and turned, getting down on his hands and knees, offering Biker the best view of his tight behind. Biker’s fingers grabbed the zipper and undid Jack’s suit in a flash. "Push" Biker’s hand was on the base of the buttplug that Jack had been wearing for probably 3 hours now. Jack pushed but it didn’t just slide out, Biker grabbed the base and started pulling - Jack electrified by just the momentary touch of Biker’s rubber gloves near his ass.
"Pig, push NOW!" Biker was mad this time.
The buttplug popped out this time with a sloppy sound, bouncing on the hard floor and no sooner than it fell out than Biker’s two fingers were up there fingering him, then a third and Jack was squirming. The fingering stopped. Jack started rocking, offering his open hole to Biker, moaning.
"Please Sir, please don’t stop. Fuck me with that big dick. I gotta have you in me, sir PLEASE!" Jack wondered why Biker wasn’t fingering his slick little hole now. Biker had simply needed to get a studded sheath out of his coat pocket that he hadn’t used on Jack before, a grin on his face knowing how Jack was going to love this. He slid the sheath on and then a silicone cockstrap around the base of his shaft over the condom that looked like a sea anemone with little prongs of rubber sticking out to tease the rim of Jack’s ass. It also served the purpose of holding the condom on for some rough fucking.
"Time for a hood change boy, you’re gonna throat this deep." Since he could only breath through his nose what with the tongue guard sealing his mouth, he was practically snorting to get enough air. Biker had started undoing Jack’s hood while he was working his nuts. Slipping it off after he undid the collar, Jack’s sweaty head dripped onto his suit, ripping waster filtered light from the tank above bathed his drenched hair as he looked up at Biker who stuffed three fingers in his mouth.
"Stay boy." And with that Biker slid his fingers out and strode away leaving Jack kneeling and breathing heavily. He let the air in his mouth in great gushes, happy to be able to deep breath. HE brushed his wet hair off his forehead and waited as Biker went to a closet. Anxious, tuned-on, fatigued and hyper all at once, Jack knelt there wondering what was next, he only felt secure now when Biker was with him and always got nervous when he was alone. Biker returned wearing a goggle-fronted hood himself and carrying a new hood for Jack. Jack stared at Biker’s face, trying to read it. Biker slipped the hood on and like all the rest buckled the collar part after zipping it tightly and adding a lock from his belt. This one had tiny pinprick eyes and a regular mouth and Jack jumped at the chance to taste Biker’s hot cock, he popped the head in his mouth and reveled at the warmth as his tongue bathed round and round, then poking it into the piss slit which seemed to please Biker who now had both hands on Jack’s head, Jack knew it meant go deep, the precum salty in his mouth. He took a deep breath and then pressed forward, feeling his master’s thick meat fill his mouth, to the back of his mouth and continue down his throat, completely filling him. The feeling Jack had the firs time he did this was the same, its fullness dominating him and giving him a sense of purpose, feeling a oneness with a man’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he controlled his breathing. He made small movements up and down, bobbing the cock head in the back of his throat but Biker had other ideas as his hands pressed on Jack’s hood and he began to speed up the pace. Biker’s hands began piston pumping Jack’s throat. Jack’s spit foaming and ripping down his chin which only facilitated the sped and ease with which Biker could abuse the hungry mouth before him. After seeing HC’s huge cock, Jack wasn’t so intimidated by Biker’s meaty cock and went at it like a hungry dog, grabbing breaths of air when he could.
"Oh yeah, come on, use your tongue, put some action into it when I’m pulling out, you know how to suck, suck it like the first time you did boy."
Jack inhaled and compressed his cheeks as Biker pulled out and then relaxed and opened his throat on each penetration, his tongue dashing along the underside of Biker’s veined shaft like madness. All he saw, smelled, tasted was either man or rubber, and Jack was practically delirious, he was gasping for breath and spit and lube were now running down his neck mixed with pre-cum, sliding down his rubber covered chin and throat. He cautiously placed his hands on the back of Biker’s thighs to stabilize himself with the head pounding and found no resistance from his man. So he dared to grab Biker’s ass, the hard rubber cheeks like steel gloves and pulled him even deeper when he plunged into Jack’s mouth - the result seemed to compensate the presumptuousness of grabbing his master’s ass because Biker made a funny little moan and then really started picking up the pace pounding Jack’s throat like a well-used ass.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah pig, my rubber hole, just suck, take it down that throat you fucking perve, suck my cum out!"
Biker was pounding Jack’s head so hard with his cock Jack was getting dizzy but then Biker pulled out and slapped Jack’s hood with the hard cock.
"Yeah boy."
The dick slapped hard and felt good hitting his cheeks, it slid right off the shiny surface with so much lube and spit everywhere, Jack frantically tried to catch the head in his mouth and continue sucking but Biker’s right hand held his head. Jack forgot how strong Biker was and he was unable to move his head or catch the dick treat flying back and fort over his lips, his hood, whacking his nose. Biker’s dick was really red by now, from all the pumping and friction and sucking and slapping. It was darker than Jack remembered and it made him crazy that it wasn’t in his mouth anymore. Biker snapped at Jack "get on all fours like the rubber dog you are!" Jack quickly complied and turned, getting down on his hands and knees, offering Biker the best view of his tight behind. Biker’s fingers grabbed the zipper and undid Jack’s suit in a flash. "Push" Biker’s hand was on the base of the buttplug that Jack had been wearing for probably 3 hours now. Jack pushed but it didn’t just slide out, Biker grabbed the base and started pulling - Jack electrified by just the momentary touch of Biker’s rubber gloves near his ass.
"Pig, push NOW!" Biker was mad this time.
The buttplug popped out this time with a sloppy sound, bouncing on the hard floor and no sooner than it fell out than Biker’s two fingers were up there fingering him, then a third and Jack was squirming. The fingering stopped. Jack started rocking, offering his open hole to Biker, moaning.
"Please Sir, please don’t stop. Fuck me with that big dick. I gotta have you in me, sir PLEASE!" Jack wondered why Biker wasn’t fingering his slick little hole now. Biker had simply needed to get a studded sheath out of his coat pocket that he hadn’t used on Jack before, a grin on his face knowing how Jack was going to love this. He slid the sheath on and then a silicone cockstrap around the base of his shaft over the condom that looked like a sea anemone with little prongs of rubber sticking out to tease the rim of Jack’s ass. It also served the purpose of holding the condom on for some rough fucking.
Jack froze his rocking when he felt something unfamiliar pressing up against his ass. It felt rubbery but wondered why he was going to get dildo-fucked. Or if another buttplug was going in, But when Biker’s hands landed on Jack’s hips and he pushed in slowly, each nub rippling as it slid past Jack’s sphincter, and the prongs tickling the outside of his ass wit his crotch pressed against Jack did Jack realize it was still Biker’s cock up there, wrapped in something that stimulated his nerves like lightning. The first time they had fucked, Biker screwed him working up to a speed that had left him raw but this time the fucking was slow and deliberate, the rubber nubs flexing and teasing as they went in and out of Jack’s hole, the feeling unlike anything he had tried before and knowing it was Biker fucking him in full rubber in a club made him extremely hot. He lowered his head, dropping to his elbows and pushed back to meet Biker’s strokes. The fucking went on in a tantric way for probably 40 minutes, slowly Biker would pull out and tease, vary the stroke length or super slow to super deep, he worked Jack like a puppet. Jack had expected a quick mean fuck but this surprised him and he floated in a rubber sexual trance, every fantasy made real. Saliva dripping from the mouth of his hood and he closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing but getting fucked. Completely eroticized, wearing nothing but rubber which tho’ tight on his skin was slick from all his sweat, a rubber toy owned by a rubber stud being fucked in a kinky bar basement in the dark on the floor. It was a wet dream transformed into a hot playscene that he never wanted to stop.
Out of nowhere, Jack noticed drops of water landing on the floor, landing all around him, in fact, and on him. He was so consumed with getting fucked by Biker that he had only just noticed this sudden change when a couple drops his head and he had opened his eyes . . . as if it were raining indoors. With Biker above him, hands on his shoulders, his body supporting Biker’s upper body weight now, he hadn’t felt it landing on his suit but now little driblets of warm water began to splatter faster, running off Biker’s gear and sliding off Jack’s torso onto the floor. The ‘rain" was picking up but it wasn’t east at first for Jack to find the source since his hood had only small eye holds and the quivering light above them through the tank was blurred every time he got water in his eyes. He temporarily thought it was a piss scene happening around him but the drops were too random and scattered and there wasn’t any odor. As the rate of flow picked up he finally detected there shower heads in the corners of the frames under the tank and as the tank above them emptied, it showered underneath on whomever was there into a drain in the center of floor.
"Flip boy!" and with that Biker rotated Jack and then plunged back in, Jack’s legs up on Biker’s shoulders, Biker slamming his ass deeply, gaining new speed and force, the movement was sliding Jack forward on the wet floor with each thrust. Biker leaned forward, Jack’s legs bent up against himself. Biker’s face almost on top of him, his chest heaving with speedier fucking. With a few more thrust Biker shot into his sheath, a deep stuttering noise from deep within him as his eyes closed and he made small spastic little movements - Jack tried to clamp his wearied ass down knowing Biker was cumming, he wanted to please his master so badly. Having already shot, Jack was just hard and knew he’d stay that way for a while, sort of in a state of permanent stimulation in is current situation. The was everything he wanted and his mind was racing.
"Flip boy!" and with that Biker rotated Jack and then plunged back in, Jack’s legs up on Biker’s shoulders, Biker slamming his ass deeply, gaining new speed and force, the movement was sliding Jack forward on the wet floor with each thrust. Biker leaned forward, Jack’s legs bent up against himself. Biker’s face almost on top of him, his chest heaving with speedier fucking. With a few more thrust Biker shot into his sheath, a deep stuttering noise from deep within him as his eyes closed and he made small spastic little movements - Jack tried to clamp his wearied ass down knowing Biker was cumming, he wanted to please his master so badly. Having already shot, Jack was just hard and knew he’d stay that way for a while, sort of in a state of permanent stimulation in is current situation. The was everything he wanted and his mind was racing.
Biker’s eyes opened and he leaned and kissed Jack, softer than the heavy kissing/sucking they’d done before. This was definitely affection, and Jack reveled in this different level of intimacy, water dripping off Biker on to him. All he wanted to do was stay like this, his hot rubber master on top of him. Both of them were completely geared up, two rubber pigs perfectly matched. Biker reached between them and his gloved hand grabbed his cock with Jack’s then pressed himself directly on top of Jack, the two shafts rubbing against one another sandwiched between layers of two heavily geared rubber men. Biker leaned to Jack’s ear, continuing his stroking of Jack’s hard cock, squeezing it until Jack moaned from the slight pain "that was hot boy, you’re definitely a keeper so don’t think about going anywhere." Jack smiled and answered by biting Biker’s lip the way he had kissed Jack earlier. Biker responded with a long slow kiss as the ‘rain’ continued to fall on them, turning into a downpour, Biker grinding his rehardening cock against Jack’s, the water and rubber and lube making the two men slide against one another like oiled marbles, the nubs on Biker’s sheath rubbing Jack’s cock shaft. Jack was heaven, big beefy man in rubber on top of him a sore well-fucked ass, and the warm downpour of water falling all over and around them, splattering the floor, their gear, the temperature completely comfortable (the tank was obviously heated) Jack looked up at one point while Biker was chewing his neck and could see the feet of the two divers standing on the bottom of the tank as it emptied, the floating victim on his cross silhouetted directly above them. That would be a hot trip, maybe Biker would let him do the tank next time. Jack wondered what other treats were in this pervy place. He closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking on the hot tongue being offered in his mouth. The two studs kissed and ground into one another there on the floor for ten minutes, while the tank drained. Water was in Jack’s suit, between his jacket and the suit, on his hood, in his mouth, it was almost like swimming until Jack almost without realizing it came from the studded cock sheath of Biker’s rubbing against his shaft. The sound of all the water dripping was incredibly erotic. Biker stopped moving.
"Come on, getup" Biker stood, offering his gloved hand to Jack who, taking it, was pulled up until he stood, water dripping from them as the tank continued to spray them, cum washing off his chaps and Biker’s legs. Biker caught one big glob and offered the salty gift to Jack’s lips on his thumb, which Jack greedily sucked clean. Biker resnapped his codpiece and Jack mimicked him, his master putting his arm around Jack’s shoulder buddy style and walking him out. Jack looked back and could see the floating man was now about the level of the standing diver’s thighs in the tank. The divers were completely suited and breathing from tubes that came out of the corners of the tank frame, they no longer gave off any bubbles now that the water was below the, but it still looked so hot seeing these frogmen all geared up standing over the inflated suit guy bound to his cross.
"Come on, getup" Biker stood, offering his gloved hand to Jack who, taking it, was pulled up until he stood, water dripping from them as the tank continued to spray them, cum washing off his chaps and Biker’s legs. Biker caught one big glob and offered the salty gift to Jack’s lips on his thumb, which Jack greedily sucked clean. Biker resnapped his codpiece and Jack mimicked him, his master putting his arm around Jack’s shoulder buddy style and walking him out. Jack looked back and could see the floating man was now about the level of the standing diver’s thighs in the tank. The divers were completely suited and breathing from tubes that came out of the corners of the tank frame, they no longer gave off any bubbles now that the water was below the, but it still looked so hot seeing these frogmen all geared up standing over the inflated suit guy bound to his cross.
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