Rubber Life - Chapter 14 "The Coating"

The Coating

"Up you go." Biker shook Jack's shoulders.

"Huh?" 
"Time to get up, it's 7 p.m. already." 
"Seven, oh hell, I've slept all day?" 
"Yup, but it's your last night out in London so it's going to be a late night and you needed the sleep, now get up." Biker pulled the sheets back, the cool air hitting Jack's sweaty bed nest. 
"OK, for this one I want your head shaved. So to make things easier get in the shower." 
"…yes sir." Jack quietly answered. He didn't know how he'd explain that at work. 
"I know that wasn't exactly a happy 'yes sir' but trust me on this and realize your hair grows back 
really quickly. You'll have a flat top within a week so just wear a baseball cap if it bothers you. A lot 
of people do crazy things and remember, you're supposed to be in mourning, so your office won't 
bother you anyway."

Jack stepped into the shower and waited. Biker likewise took off his clothes and after plugging a 
barber clipper into the outlet, stepped into the shower.

"Kneel for me" Jack obediently dropped to his knees and bowed his head. "No, chin up for the moment." 
Jack lifted his head, Biker's crotch directly in front of him. His scent filling Jack's nostrils, the trace 
of latex always there. He knew better than to lick and suck the big flaccid cock in front of his mouth 
since he didn't wish to do anything without Biker's instructions, but it sure was tempting.

Biker proceeded to use a pair of barber clippers to rapidly remove the majority of Jack's hair. Then he stepped out of the shower and grabbed and plugged in a small blow dryer, set it on no heat and blew the loose clippings off. Then he took a special depilatory cream and spread it all over Jack's stubble. 
"Hey, it's easier this way and I want you nice and smooth." 
Jack sat there obediently and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Biker massaging his scalp. 
Wishing the guy was grabbing his head and slamming it into that crotch. 
Biker then slid a swimming cap over Jack's head, it was shaped to perfectly cover the areas of hair, a 
little longer in the back then a normal swim cap.

"Ok, come on." With that Jack followed Biker.

One of Biker's more interesting business patents was quick-setting rubbers and foam rubbers being developed for mold makers. He took Jack downstairs and instead of exiting the house and crossing the driveway to the warehouse next door, Biker took him through an underground passage that went from the playroom's cleaning area to a false wall in a bathroom of the warehouse. Once Biker had closed and disguised the door in the bathroom, he led Jack into the warehouse. It was nondescript, empty of people and Jack wondered who they might encounter here.

Parts of the warehouse were like any other, corrugated metal walls, industrial fixturing, big ceilings, huge multilevel shelves, a forklift parked in an aisle. They walked through a long hallway and through another set of doors and finally into a room that was built as a subroom out of a larger tripled height warehouse area. Inside the room, which looked like an industrial lab, was CHiP wearing just beat-up waders and a heavy apron looking like some sexy porn butcher. Jack smiled, thinking to himself of how American gay videos were often named as bad puns on popular movies and tried to think of one that would suit this place. There were machines of all sorts and tall canisters with hoses along the walls.

"Throw away the cap and rinse yourself, drying your skin completely and be careful not to get the hair cream in your eyes. Then come back in here."

Jack stepped into the small industrial shower in the little bathroom and did as he was told. As he washed the cream off, his head was bone smooth, his hands and the water slid off his scalp and it was very sensitive to the touch. He made sure none of the cream was left and rinsed himself thoroughly, then turned off the shower and dried himself with three towels before stepping into the room. He dried much quicker than usual because without any hair on his legs or underarms, there were fewer places for water to stick now.

The mold room contained a strange frame-like table. A heavy metal rectangular frame held a drooping double-layered sheet of liquid-filled clear vinyl. The table had 4 corner legs, but no internal supports,so the vinyl sheet attached to the edges sagged in the center. Hinged to one end of this was a similar piece, two sheets of vinyl with the same odd liquid trapped inside. Jack stood naked and chilled in the room, a little excited and a little apprehensive at the same time.

"Now, you'll need to hold your breath at one point, I want you to relax about that. The more relaxed you are, the slower your heartbeat and the slower your metabolism so your oxygen usage will be reduced. Once you're positioned, unless we tell you otherwise or physically guide you, you are not to move."

Jack nodded.

He was helped onto the tableheight frame and lay down on the bowed clear sheet. It was cold and he feared he'd fall through. Biker adjusted him so that he was centered with his arms and legs spread out, much like as if he'd been in a vacrac, his fingers splayed open. His body weight sagging the sheet a little. Biker closed the top cover and had Jack move around underneath until the one small reinforced opening in the top layer was over Jack's Mouth. Jack could breath through this but Biker slid a small snorkel like device through the vinyl into Jack's mouth.

Jack noticed nothing different and was still breathing the room's chemical smelling air.

As Biker and CHiP adjusted various instruments, the liquid in the trapped sheet layers was reduced in volume, and the sheets became more and more taught, Jack could feel his body being lifted up as the bottom layer become more firm and supportive, all the while shaping to his body. When the pressures had been adjusted correctly, Jack was perfectly suspended as if in a clear vac-rac with two layers of thin fluid top and bottom. Biker pressed a button and a colored additive flowed into the two sheets, chemically altering them. Jack felt a cold all over his body as the endothermic reaction stiffened the liquid into a quick freeze material. It was icy cold and Jack feared he'd get sick if he stayed like this. But no sooner had the chill shot threw then Biker lifted the top layer and Jack felt warm room air on his top layer of skin.

"Get out for a second. Jack reached over and CHiP guided him up and off the sheet. The top layer was replaced and Jack saw a complete echo of his body like some air bubble between the vinyl layers. Further adjustments to the high tech machinery and a watery fluid went rushing into the empty cavity form of Jack. 
At least it looked like water. It filled the space completely until there was no air left. Biker adjusted the chemical components and the watery mixture froze in place, Jack watched mesmerized as an icy form of himself appeared sandwiched in the plastic. Biker adjusted the outer sandwiched plastic layers to liquify ever so slightly, then rendered them taught again. A few more switches and the watery mixture was then melted and sucked out. Biker unhinged the mold and used high powered dental air jets to dry the interior of the plastic gel sheets perfectly.

"The mixture will freeze at just 60 degrees and expands only a small amount, creating a version of 
your body only just a 1/4" larger all over which is the difference in the mold we need to allow for the 
rubber coating. Now just a few details. "

"First a couple prep items." Biker placed two funny nose plugs in Jack's nostrils, small soft tubes in his ears, slightly adhesive foam pieces on to his closed eyelids, a small rubber tube in the end of his dick projecting about 2 inches and a buttplug of a different sort up his rectum. Biker pressed a remote button and the sensation from the buttplug on Jack's prostate caused an immediate and constant erection. 
Then a high tech cockring that he snapped onto Jack. To Jack it just felt like a chrome cockring but 
nothing was normal in this place. Biker spread a thick gel into Jack's eyebrows so they would be safe 
from the chemicals. He didn't want Jack to shave those, he'd look like some drag queen by day if he 
did.

Jack was laid back into the mold, which no longer fit quite so tightly. When the lid was closed he noticed he could move ever so slightly, especially his fingers. Suddenly a light air pressure entered and he was no longer resting on the bottom but felt himself hover just above the mold's bottom layer. Breathing through the snorkel and with ear plugs on, Jack couldn't deduct the pressurization that had just taken place.   Cool, this feels wild, like I'm floating.

Biker attached an oxygen canister about the size of a small thermos to Jack's snorkel piece.

"I want you to take 4 big breaths and then hold your breath. You are to hold your breath for 60 seconds, then exhale and take 4 more breaths and hold it again for 60 seconds. Whatever you do, trust me and relax."

"I'll tell you when to take the big breaths, just breathe normally for now." The cold canister air 
made Jack lightheaded.

Suddenly, an oozing squirmed all around Jack's body, it was viscous and odd feeling, sort of sticky. He winced as it flowed under and around him, covering every inch of his body. He was glad he had the eye pieces on because it felt gross.

"OK, now 4 slow deep breaths and then 60 seconds and then repeat. OK" 
Jack made a mumble to indicate he had heard.

He felt chills and heat and wasn't sure what was going on. After his second breath holding, he took a deep breath to catch up and forced himself to breath as normally as possible even though his nerves were jumpy.

The air canister was disconnected from the snorkel piece and Jack breathed in the regular room air. The hinged lid was lifted and Jack lay there completely encased in a perfect ¼" layer of hybrid deep gray neoprene rubber. Biker and CHiP helped lift Jack's arms out and guide him out. Jack felt strange and erotic. He heard an odd buzzing as CHiP ran a muddling tool all around Jack, first up his leg, midsection, underarm and around his arm - Jack figured it must have to do with the seam edge of the mold and put his arms out to either side, as CHiP traced all around his body and then did his interior inseam.

Then he was lead over to a standing box case and positioned with his arms slightly away from his body. 
He heard a clicking and if he had his sight he would have seen himself being closed into a shaded Lucite box completely lined in UV bulbs. He stood there, feeling warmer and warmer, a slight tightening. He just knew he had to trust Biker.

The UV reacted with the rubber in the way many of the new dental fillings instantly hardened upon exposure, essentially vulcanizing the rubber to cure it and ensure elasticity. In this case, the rubber firmed up throughout the 1/4" layer and the UV reacted with the air to create a shiny high gloss outer surface, glossy like car enamel but pliable.

The click sounded and Jack felt his hand being gripped and he was led out.

"Let's see now." Biker pulled the snorkel mouthpiece out of Jack's mouth. Then he pulled the special eye covering pads up and off, two openings appeared and Jack could see but Biker soon replaced these with individual dark gray goggle lenses that tucked in under the rubbery layer making them look like their were cast with the suit. Jack could still see but it was in a sexy encased way. Biker used a pair of pliers to extricate the ear plugs leaving only a tiny hole centered over the ear canal to allow sound through the thick rubber. The nose plugs were likewise pulled out and Jack found he could breathe through his nostrils again.

Biker led him to the mirrored wall and Jack beheld himself in a seamless custom rubber suit. It was 
comfortable walking in it and Jack felt his new casing. His feet felt like he was walking on pads. 
The foam rubber was thick, like diver's rubber but the surface was super shiny like latex. He loved it, it completely covered him, he was perfectly encased. No zippers, no extraneous anything and he could still use his mouth. He turned, his asscheeks astonished him, mounds of perfectly glossed black rubber. He looked amazing. The gear wasn't thin like latex so you didn't have as much feeling through it, but it was sturdier and the soft thickness was extremely sexy. He looked down at his crotch his hard cock now encased in a shiny rubber black dildo

"Oh, let me fix that." Biker mentioned nonchalantly.

Biker led Jack over to one of the machines. First, he bushed Jack's cock with a liquid adhesive from a beaker on the counter. Then he took a piece of aluminum wire about the thickness of a coathanger and carefully wrapped it in a tight spiral around Jack's already rubber encased cock, when he got to the base of the head, he wrapped it once, then snipped off the balance. The wire felt sexy, sort of snug even tho' it was on the outside of the rubber. Then, Biker grabbed Jack's cock and curved it upwards, it stayed that way, held by the metal wire. Biker then rummaged through the closet and found some small cone shapes, sort of like little pointy pencil erasers. While he brushed the beaker adhesive onto Jack's cock head, CHiP was busy revving up some other dials on one of the machines. Biker carefully arranged the cones all over Jack's cockhead, completely covering it. He blew on it to dry the adhesive slightly, then motioned to CHiP who affixed a heavy cylinder to the same tubes that had been hooked up to the molding table. He handed the cylinder to Biker who slid it over Jack's cock "here hold this" Jack gripped the big cylinder, which was awkwardly heavy, and Biker worked a seal around the base with a spring lock. While CHiP worked the machines, Jack felt the familiar cool, warm cycle he had experienced on the table and saw the dark liquid rubber being pumped into the cylinder. When it had gelled properly, CHiP turned off the machine and Biker undid the seal, taking the cylinder from Jack. Jack's cock was big and thick now. 

"Don't touch it, we need to seal the surface"

Biker placed a different cylinder over Jack's cock and Jack watched as purple light escaped from the base, knowing something was being done as in the Lucite box. When the light was shut off and the cylinder removed, Jack's dildo cock was now as glossy and shiny as his suit, it was also permanently stiff.

FUCK!" Jack's cock was now thicker, a big toy dildo with a French tickler like head of little protrusions and a ribbed spiral running up the shaft. Jack touched his own cock, now in double layers of rubber and found he couldn't feel much but the visuals were enough to make him crazy.

"It's more for effect than feeling but don't forget this" and with that Biker reactivated Jack's remote 
cockring vibrator. The vibrations went buzzing through the metal encasing wire and Jack felt 
stimulations all along the shaft. He almost fell over it felt so good.

"and look you can aim it" CHiP grabbed Jack's cock and bent it do the left - it stayed that way, the 
wires encased in it serving as support. Both Biker and CHiP laughed at this. Jack aimed it back to 
center and glared at CHiP who always seemed to be toying with him.

Biker took Jack's rubber covered head into his hands and looked at his eyes through the goggles "Now you just need to be patient while the rest of us get ready and since I don't want you messing anything up, I'm just gonna let you watch." With that CHiP clipped a big chrome collar on to Jack's neck. It was 
comfortable with the thick rubber suit on but Jack could tell by it's weight it was a major collar. 
They lead Jack over to the end wall and attached a chain to his collar so he was stuck on the wall, 
attaching his wrists with chrome manacles to his collar as well. 
"And no yakking, you just watch." With that Biker stuffed a big black rubber ball gag into Jack's mouth 
and secured the strap around his head. He knew Jack would soon be drooling all over himself and Biker 
loved that look, a horny restrained boy with spit oozing out of his mouth on to his own rubber suit. 
Yeah, that would keep Biker hard just looking over at him.

While Jack was now stuck on the wall, once again unable to touch his cock, the twins entered the mold 
room, both stark naked. The boys were beautiful, the only difference was Biker and CHiP let them keep their hair, so the two were given special rubber swim caps, like the one that had sealed Jack's hair cream in, to keep the liquid rubber from messing up their dark shiny locks. That way, they could have their normal modeling jobs and at night be kinky shaved rubbermen as well. Biker used the special gel on their eyebrows and underarm hair.

When Biker was doing his encasement, he simply let CHiP wrap the wire directly around his bare cock and CHiP spaced it farther apart as he spiraled it. CHiP then took a ¼" wide thin walled sleeve of plastic, 
like a long zip locktube and poured both lube and assorted metal ball bearings in different sizes. The 
tube was about 24" long and CHiP heat sealed the top shut. Then he dipped it in the beaker of adhesives 
and wrapped this flat tube up Biker's shaft in the space between the wire coil, the ball bearings 
rolling around in their slick entrapment. He eased a piss tube in Biker's cockhead and clipped off the 
extra so it projected about 1", and then glued on 3 small metal devices, about the size of a dime to the 
head area, high tech vibrators that would drive Jack wild later buzzing against his prostate. Biker also 
used a thinner layer of rubber on his dick so that Jack could handle the size, and Biker would feel the 
ballbearing massaging his shaft while he fucked his boy.

Biker repeated in kind to CHiP. First a special vibrating ball spreader and then dressing his dick 
with a thin mesh sleeve of microfiber which had projecting, widely spaced ½: long fibers that made 
his cock look like a fuzzy caterpillar that had gone through chemotherapy. But when it was coated and 
finished, the end result was a cock completely covered with rubber prongs for stimulation, the hybrid 
neoprene thickening each tiny fiber into a pencil thick stub. 
The twins were coated, their cock shafts detailed with rounded half spheres of plexiglass that coated into 
big asslip rubbing nubs. And each twin got a magnetic ring glued to his cockhead so when finished, their 
dickheads would stick to one another magnetically. Each twin had also donned a rubber bondage mitt sleeve on one arm with a thicker mitt end stuffed with foam rubber, for one twin the left arm, for the other the right. When the modified glove had been coated, it left nothing to the imagination and it transformed the hand into a cockhead complete with glans, so that each twin was a fist fuckee's living fantasy. A giant 
rubber dildo attached to a rubberman. When they walked arm in arm, they were like some sex version of 
the zodiak Gemini.

Each of the 4 men went through the molding process as well, everyone emerging as a black rubber-coated stud. When they were ready, Biker walked over and removed Jack's soaked gag, removed the manacles and took the chain from the collar, but left the collar on.

"Sir?" 
"Yes." 
"How long can I be in this stuff?" 
"Part of the chemical composition includes gel filled nylon micro beads which absorb heat so your body 
doesn't sweat too much. You can wear it easily for 12-15 hours without a skin reaction. After that, you 
tend to get a little dehydrated even with drinking. Then when we're done, we just cut it open and you peel 
it off. We make a new suit each time, which would be prohibitively expensive for most rubberists but you forget I own the plant. Now go take a piss, I don't want to have to stop for anyone." 
CHiP laughed at this, having just flushed the toilet. 
The twins used the toilet after Jack who now stood in front of his hot rubber master.

"The best part is this." Biker held up a remote and pressed a corner button Jack's ass automatically began to vibrate and throb. 
"Oh fuck sir, oh man." Jack closed his eyes and his tongue rolled out while he leaned his head back. 
Biker pressed another button - Jack's cockring buzzed, making his erection instant and deliciously hard, the vibrations traveling up the shaft of his dick but the thick rubber making it appear as if nothing was 
happening from the exterior.. ah fuck man, this is too much. He looked at his padded rubber body in the 
mirror. The perfect rubberman, not only seamless and super glossy but thick too, he looked at his hands, 
they were covered in shiny spongy rubber, his thick fingers made himself hard thinking how much he'd like 
to get probed by his own fingers. He grabbed his big dildo cock and squeezed it, marveling at how sexy and shiny it looked.

"We're going to a fetish ball tonight, gay and straight, it's mostly to show you off, you're gonna be 
modeling so I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm going to"

They left the mold room and continued through parts of the warehouse Jack hadn't been in. At the end, they came upon a van with tinted windows and Jack and the Twins got in the back while Biker took the left side drivers seat and CHiP took the front seat. Jack's heart rate was zipping. Here he was encased in this 
super sexy super comfortable full rubber suit made on him, sandwiched between two similarly dressed hot 
studs going to a rubber party with his master and his master's best friend. The garage door lifted and they 
drove out into the night, heading for the fetish ball.