When Biker returned he looked completely different. Wearing normal day clothes but sill sexy as all be damned. He was wearing tight leather trousers that were just on the edge of fetish but could pass for fashion anywhere these days. Well worn cycle boots underneath weren’t uncommon and his slick long sleeve T looked expensive and Italian but definitely sexy the way it’s fine gauge cotton echoed his physique. And a plain belt held a black cellphone. Meanwhile, Jack was just sliding into his new sneakers in black stretch fabrics the ones inspired by windsurf boots. They were all the rage and no indication of fetish tendencies but probably owned by every SCUBA perve out there. The charcoal cotton jeans were lycra-blended and fit him almost like rubber. They felt super comfortable and when Jack regarded himself in the skinny mirror in the locker door he swore he’d buy a pair for home. His thighs looked even beefier and his rump was just picture perfect. Of course the snug fitting white tank top was just a slightly sexier version than a classic one. He looked clean-cut and athletic with just an edge of dangerous sex. He liked it. His arms and shoulders were beefy looking in the tank. He wished he could have dressed this way for work back home, maybe he needed to change jobs after all. The two of them were an eyeful without being pervy so it was ideal for heading out. Biker and Jack left via the front door this time which Biker locked via a computer code and then they zipped down the front steps just as a young woman was walking past. Biker stopped instead of crossing in front of her and smiled, nodding his head.
"Good afternoon, lovely dress."
The woman smiled, pleased with the compliment and walked on.
A car service was waiting outside for them and Biker opened the door for Jack, a nice courtesy he wasn’t expecting.
"After you, you are my guest in London."
"You don’t drive, sir?" Jack wondered because there was a garage door on the other side of the front door.
"In the general public you are never to address me as ‘sir’, my name is Gray, and I’m hosting you in London. Yes, I drive. No, not about town. It’s easier to have a service doe the parking, saves time and tickets. Besides I can conduct business calls much more easily without having to negotiate the traffic."
Gray slid into the car after Jack and gave the driver an address. He was the perfect host, pointing out landmarks and famous stores, he even had the driver go around Piccadilly Circus twice after Jack had commented on something he liked. One would never have guessed or suspected anything kinky about this well-polished entrepreneur. The first stop turned out to be Paul Smith, the English Designer with fun trendy clothes. Jack was a bit perplexed but he wasn’t running the show. So they went in and walked around. Jack commented on a few things he liked and as they passed the register one of the salesmen greeted Gray.
"Hello Mr. Dickenson, how are you today."
Dickenson’s his name, Jack wondered if it was a pun.
"Fine, this is my friend from the States visiting, Jack Brisdon. Jack, I’d like to introduce Mr. Gelves."
"Hello, Mr. Brisdon," the salesclerk responded.
"Hi, great stuff." Jack beamed.
"Yes, every season seems to be more interesting."
"We’re in a bit of a hurry, can I just give you a list?" Biker inquired.
"Certainly", the salesmen took up a pen and Biker proceeded to list with phenomenal accuracy, the items Jack had looked at the appropriate sizes.
"Blue check sport shirt in Medium, the Summer cashmere sweater in the yellow in large, umm the sport cut jean you have with the double tab back, you have in stock?"
"Yes, sir."
"In 32 waist, khaki, I’ll have my tailor do the inseam so don’t worry."
Jack was at a loss for words as Biker rattled on more items. "Just send them to the office if you would and include the VAT paperwork."
"Yes sir, thank you. Always a pleasure. Very nice to meet you Mr. Brisdon, I hope you’ll have a pleasant visit."
"I am, thanks."
As soon as they were outside the store Jack stopped and queried Biker.
"Are you crazy? I can’t afford all that stuff, we’re going to have to return it."
"Now now. You haven’t figured it out yet?" Biker lowered his voice and leaned into Jack’s ear as they slid into the car so the driver wouldn’t hear. "I’m rich, quite rich. And I’ve always found a happy boy is an eager one in bed. So when you lit up looking at those clothes, many of which aren’t available in the States, I knew you wanted them. If I don’t want to buy you something I won’t. If I do, you’ll accept it graciously. Consider it payment of sorts for performing so well so far."
Jack’s eyes were wide open, he just sort of stuttered ‘thank you’ and stared.
"You’re welcome, and don’t stare, it’s not only impolite but very impolite in certain classes here."
"Good afternoon, lovely dress."
The woman smiled, pleased with the compliment and walked on.
A car service was waiting outside for them and Biker opened the door for Jack, a nice courtesy he wasn’t expecting.
"After you, you are my guest in London."
"You don’t drive, sir?" Jack wondered because there was a garage door on the other side of the front door.
"In the general public you are never to address me as ‘sir’, my name is Gray, and I’m hosting you in London. Yes, I drive. No, not about town. It’s easier to have a service doe the parking, saves time and tickets. Besides I can conduct business calls much more easily without having to negotiate the traffic."
Gray slid into the car after Jack and gave the driver an address. He was the perfect host, pointing out landmarks and famous stores, he even had the driver go around Piccadilly Circus twice after Jack had commented on something he liked. One would never have guessed or suspected anything kinky about this well-polished entrepreneur. The first stop turned out to be Paul Smith, the English Designer with fun trendy clothes. Jack was a bit perplexed but he wasn’t running the show. So they went in and walked around. Jack commented on a few things he liked and as they passed the register one of the salesmen greeted Gray.
"Hello Mr. Dickenson, how are you today."
Dickenson’s his name, Jack wondered if it was a pun.
"Fine, this is my friend from the States visiting, Jack Brisdon. Jack, I’d like to introduce Mr. Gelves."
"Hello, Mr. Brisdon," the salesclerk responded.
"Hi, great stuff." Jack beamed.
"Yes, every season seems to be more interesting."
"We’re in a bit of a hurry, can I just give you a list?" Biker inquired.
"Certainly", the salesmen took up a pen and Biker proceeded to list with phenomenal accuracy, the items Jack had looked at the appropriate sizes.
"Blue check sport shirt in Medium, the Summer cashmere sweater in the yellow in large, umm the sport cut jean you have with the double tab back, you have in stock?"
"Yes, sir."
"In 32 waist, khaki, I’ll have my tailor do the inseam so don’t worry."
Jack was at a loss for words as Biker rattled on more items. "Just send them to the office if you would and include the VAT paperwork."
"Yes sir, thank you. Always a pleasure. Very nice to meet you Mr. Brisdon, I hope you’ll have a pleasant visit."
"I am, thanks."
As soon as they were outside the store Jack stopped and queried Biker.
"Are you crazy? I can’t afford all that stuff, we’re going to have to return it."
"Now now. You haven’t figured it out yet?" Biker lowered his voice and leaned into Jack’s ear as they slid into the car so the driver wouldn’t hear. "I’m rich, quite rich. And I’ve always found a happy boy is an eager one in bed. So when you lit up looking at those clothes, many of which aren’t available in the States, I knew you wanted them. If I don’t want to buy you something I won’t. If I do, you’ll accept it graciously. Consider it payment of sorts for performing so well so far."
Jack’s eyes were wide open, he just sort of stuttered ‘thank you’ and stared.
"You’re welcome, and don’t stare, it’s not only impolite but very impolite in certain classes here."
They proceeded to hit several other stores, including an electronic store where Biker, Jack didn’t mentally think of him as Gray Dickinson - bought him a super small super new tiny music player for the gym. Jack was just like a kid at Christmas, smiling the whole time and reveling in the attention. Normally he would have had more questions but he liked listening to Biker talk and just zipped alongside. He was rally hopping they were going to some fetish store but he didn’t dare push his luck.
After several stores they stopped near a small park and Biker told the driver to wait as they had to hit a couple stores in the area. The driver was completely complacent about the whole thing and picked up a magazine from the passenger’s seat. Jack went along and followed Biker who turned after half a block and walked down an alley. Jack followed, his senses a little more alert than usual. At the back of the alley, Biker knocked on a door and it opened.
"Afternoon sir, come in."
"Hi, this is Jack. I want the full treatment. I’ll be back to collect him in a few minutes." Biker smiled, stepped back out the door and ushered Jack in.
No sooner had Jack stepped in then Biker walked away and the occupant closed the door.
"Come on, you don’t have much time."
Full treatment? What the…
"Come on, come on, get in there! I need you stripped right now." The man, sort of a skinhead type only a little older indicated a sideroom to Jack with a door. Jack stepped in and the guy repeated.
"OK, listen. You’re new or shy I don’t care. Strip and make it fast. He’s a good client and he said he’d be back soon so you better hurry up or I’m gonna never here the end of it. I mean it, STRIP and make it fast." The guy turned and walked away, he was most abrupt. Jack paused a moment and then just thought hell, why no. He was almost completely undressed about to remove just his remaining socks and undies when the guy stepped back in. "Socks don’t matter"
Jack turned, the guy was on his knees with a measuring tape and measuring him in a flash noting each number on a clipboard. "Stand still will ya?"
Jack stood and let him do his work, rapidly winding and unwinding the fabric tape around his legs inseam waist, etc. and taking lots of measurements in lots of places that seemed odd. It took about 3 minutes and then just suddenly the guy was in front of Jack on his knees.
"all right , a couple more, and there’s only one way to do this."
The guy slid Jack’s briefs down in a flash and popped his dick in his mouth, slurping heartily to get Jack hard and fingering his butt. Jack was caught off guard but turned on and immediately got a boner. As soon as he was hard in the guy’s mouth, the man slipped right off and started measuring Jack’s cock: length, circumference, tip, etc.
"Sorry to seem impersonal, we don’t have time and I gotta work fast before you soften."
Jack just didn’t know what to say so he stood there.
"done, get dressed and fast."
"Afternoon sir, come in."
"Hi, this is Jack. I want the full treatment. I’ll be back to collect him in a few minutes." Biker smiled, stepped back out the door and ushered Jack in.
No sooner had Jack stepped in then Biker walked away and the occupant closed the door.
"Come on, you don’t have much time."
Full treatment? What the…
"Come on, come on, get in there! I need you stripped right now." The man, sort of a skinhead type only a little older indicated a sideroom to Jack with a door. Jack stepped in and the guy repeated.
"OK, listen. You’re new or shy I don’t care. Strip and make it fast. He’s a good client and he said he’d be back soon so you better hurry up or I’m gonna never here the end of it. I mean it, STRIP and make it fast." The guy turned and walked away, he was most abrupt. Jack paused a moment and then just thought hell, why no. He was almost completely undressed about to remove just his remaining socks and undies when the guy stepped back in. "Socks don’t matter"
Jack turned, the guy was on his knees with a measuring tape and measuring him in a flash noting each number on a clipboard. "Stand still will ya?"
Jack stood and let him do his work, rapidly winding and unwinding the fabric tape around his legs inseam waist, etc. and taking lots of measurements in lots of places that seemed odd. It took about 3 minutes and then just suddenly the guy was in front of Jack on his knees.
"all right , a couple more, and there’s only one way to do this."
The guy slid Jack’s briefs down in a flash and popped his dick in his mouth, slurping heartily to get Jack hard and fingering his butt. Jack was caught off guard but turned on and immediately got a boner. As soon as he was hard in the guy’s mouth, the man slipped right off and started measuring Jack’s cock: length, circumference, tip, etc.
"Sorry to seem impersonal, we don’t have time and I gotta work fast before you soften."
Jack just didn’t know what to say so he stood there.
"done, get dressed and fast."
The tailor stood up, he was Jack’s height only leaner with more of a European build. The guy gave Jack a quick stare down then leaned into his ear "nice cock boy" and walked out of the room. jack smiled to himself and started dressing. He was hardly a boy but there was something flattering about it every time he heard it. He was pulling on his tank when he heard conversation and recognized Biker’s voice so he quickly tucked it in and stepped back outside.
There in the doorway was Biker talking to the tailor.
"Good, I see you’re ready. But you could at least aim that thing."
"Huh?" Jack looked down at his swollen cock looking pretty inviting in the tight pants. Biker reached down Jack’s pants and shifter his cock upward so it was less conspicuous. Jack who has begun to soften only got harden from Biker’s quick touch. The man had an electric sexiness that seemed to jolt through Jack anytime he touched him.
"make the necessary changes and send it the usual place," Biker said as they left the doorway.
Hmmm wonder is being made or altered…Jack knew it had to be something for playtime but there were many possibilities with this guy.
There in the doorway was Biker talking to the tailor.
"Good, I see you’re ready. But you could at least aim that thing."
"Huh?" Jack looked down at his swollen cock looking pretty inviting in the tight pants. Biker reached down Jack’s pants and shifter his cock upward so it was less conspicuous. Jack who has begun to soften only got harden from Biker’s quick touch. The man had an electric sexiness that seemed to jolt through Jack anytime he touched him.
"make the necessary changes and send it the usual place," Biker said as they left the doorway.
Hmmm wonder is being made or altered…Jack knew it had to be something for playtime but there were many possibilities with this guy.
When they got home, even Biker was looking a little tired.
"Time you got some rest while I get some work done."
"You’re not going to nap or anything?"
"No, but you certainly are." Biker indicated with his finger that Jack was to follow him and they returned to the basement level - Jack getting hard just thinking about it as they descended the steps. They entered the playroom he had been in the night before and on one side of the room inset flush into the floor was some sort of rubber bed. Actually, it was an inflatable bed with a rubber sheet on it, the mattress just below floor level so it was pretty low. But the sheet was no ordinary sheet.
"Strip."
Biker stood over the bed with that ever-present smirk when rubber was involved. He squatted down and undid the central zipper running down the sheet which was neither a sheet nor a catsuit but a hybrid. Jack quickly doffed his clothes and tried to fold them in a semi-neat pile before he stood there completely naked in front of his master.
"Time you got some rest while I get some work done."
"You’re not going to nap or anything?"
"No, but you certainly are." Biker indicated with his finger that Jack was to follow him and they returned to the basement level - Jack getting hard just thinking about it as they descended the steps. They entered the playroom he had been in the night before and on one side of the room inset flush into the floor was some sort of rubber bed. Actually, it was an inflatable bed with a rubber sheet on it, the mattress just below floor level so it was pretty low. But the sheet was no ordinary sheet.
"Strip."
Biker stood over the bed with that ever-present smirk when rubber was involved. He squatted down and undid the central zipper running down the sheet which was neither a sheet nor a catsuit but a hybrid. Jack quickly doffed his clothes and tried to fold them in a semi-neat pile before he stood there completely naked in front of his master.
Biker then opened one of the closes and removed a large canister with a spray wand, sort of like what an industrial greenhouse would use to mist plants. He walked over and aimed the long wand into the strange black sheet and one could hear a pressured mist or something being shot out. He repeated this in the different corners pushing the nozzle under the zippered flap in different directions and then smiled and aimed the nozzle at Jack.
"Hands forward."
Jack immediately put his hands in front of him like he was going to dive in a pool and Biker aimed the long wand and coated Jack with a think slick substance but no like the lube he was used to. He also walked around Jack and sprayed his feet and legs, and a little but not much on his chest and butt.
"Get in." Biker lifted the zipper and Jack sat down on the bed trying to figure out what he wanted and sent a wave of motion across the mattress, realizing it was water0fiuled and not air. As Biker pulled one corner of the sheet taught, Jack recognized the figure of a man, or at least a catsuit shape on the bed sheet but it was flat with a zipper running from neck to crotch.
"Head first boy."
Jack still wasn’t quite sure how this worked but as he spread the zipper and lay down he realized what it was, it was a catsuit front glued to a rubber sheet as the back. He slid his head into the hood which had no eyeholes, just noseholes and a pinprick mouth covering and then slid in his right arm. The farther his arm went in he realized there was a glove ending and his fingers slid into it. Then, hooded and blind, he felt Biker bend and guide his right leg into it’s opening and continue to fit him into the bondage sheet. The inside was slippery and so was his skin but it wasn’t the usual lube, this was a little stickier and more plentiful. With his hard cock now tucked down one leg, Biker zipped up the suit from Jack’s crotch to his neck, Jack was quite completely encased spread-eagle on a sheet and with both hands sealed in, the chest zipper need no lock, there was no way he could extricate himself from this simple design. He also realized the water was warm and felt relaxing on his back. He could hear Biker through the hood. "The lube is actually a dilute veterinary type, cheaper to use in quantity and mixed with both Vitamin E for your skin and a dose of melatonin to make you sleep instead of stay awake there with a hard-on wasting energy. I’ll wake you when it’s time to prep for tonight. Later stud."
And with that Jack felt Biker’s shoe press firmly on his hard cock which made him squirm trapped in his rubber prison, but he couldn’t move and he was already so tired that the natural sedative was already taking effect. The downward pressure on his crotch in the center of the waterbed form Biker’s foot pushed his ass into the waterbed and sent a rippling series of waves underneath and around him so he was floating encased in black rubber on a warm dark sea, bobbing and undulating. It felt incredible and he soon found himself drifting in the most delirious state dreaming of all sorts of rubber creatures, robots, aliens, shapes shifting and morphing in no particular sense as his subconscious blended fantasy with the reality of the last few play hours.
"Hands forward."
Jack immediately put his hands in front of him like he was going to dive in a pool and Biker aimed the long wand and coated Jack with a think slick substance but no like the lube he was used to. He also walked around Jack and sprayed his feet and legs, and a little but not much on his chest and butt.
"Get in." Biker lifted the zipper and Jack sat down on the bed trying to figure out what he wanted and sent a wave of motion across the mattress, realizing it was water0fiuled and not air. As Biker pulled one corner of the sheet taught, Jack recognized the figure of a man, or at least a catsuit shape on the bed sheet but it was flat with a zipper running from neck to crotch.
"Head first boy."
Jack still wasn’t quite sure how this worked but as he spread the zipper and lay down he realized what it was, it was a catsuit front glued to a rubber sheet as the back. He slid his head into the hood which had no eyeholes, just noseholes and a pinprick mouth covering and then slid in his right arm. The farther his arm went in he realized there was a glove ending and his fingers slid into it. Then, hooded and blind, he felt Biker bend and guide his right leg into it’s opening and continue to fit him into the bondage sheet. The inside was slippery and so was his skin but it wasn’t the usual lube, this was a little stickier and more plentiful. With his hard cock now tucked down one leg, Biker zipped up the suit from Jack’s crotch to his neck, Jack was quite completely encased spread-eagle on a sheet and with both hands sealed in, the chest zipper need no lock, there was no way he could extricate himself from this simple design. He also realized the water was warm and felt relaxing on his back. He could hear Biker through the hood. "The lube is actually a dilute veterinary type, cheaper to use in quantity and mixed with both Vitamin E for your skin and a dose of melatonin to make you sleep instead of stay awake there with a hard-on wasting energy. I’ll wake you when it’s time to prep for tonight. Later stud."
And with that Jack felt Biker’s shoe press firmly on his hard cock which made him squirm trapped in his rubber prison, but he couldn’t move and he was already so tired that the natural sedative was already taking effect. The downward pressure on his crotch in the center of the waterbed form Biker’s foot pushed his ass into the waterbed and sent a rippling series of waves underneath and around him so he was floating encased in black rubber on a warm dark sea, bobbing and undulating. It felt incredible and he soon found himself drifting in the most delirious state dreaming of all sorts of rubber creatures, robots, aliens, shapes shifting and morphing in no particular sense as his subconscious blended fantasy with the reality of the last few play hours.
A stream of water struck his still hard dick and woke him. He opened his eyes and realized, hooded, he was again encased in rubber and helpless. He concentrated on the noise of the water and it’s location, the stream moved upwards along his abs and was heading towards his neck, it’s volume didn’t change but while he at first thought Biker was pissing on him in his bondage, it didn’t feel warm through the rubber and when the stream finally struck his neck he knew it was cool as it rebounded off his chin covered in latex. Seconds later cold water was spraying into his mouth through the mouth grill and he sucked it down, dehydrated as he had been sleeping and sweating sandwiched in rubber. The water stopped and his zipper was slowly unzipped which felt incredibly erotic, and then the water stream returned, increased in volume and retraced its path but this time landing on his skin and rapidly spilling and pouring into the suit, chilly but not cold., just enough to make sure he woke quickly. As the water added to the lube in the suit he found he could squirm a little and finally, his right arm seemed less taught and he was able to slide it out of the suit (Biker had loosened the corner of the sheet which had Heavy D rings reinforced into the corners so it could double as a suspended slingsuit.) Once his right arm was free, he grabbed the chin area and pulled hi head from the hood section and blinked. As always, there was Biker, standing there in full rubber gear above him, like the first night but with a black garden hose in his hands. Jack pulled himself from the sheet and then scooted his butt upwards to pull his legs out from their slippery casings. The water bed continued to ripple and jiggle and it was a little hard standing up on it but when he did, Biker, still on the side of the bed standing on the floor level - held the hose above Jack’s head and let him rinse himself completely. The excess water puddling in the catsuit shape opening and running off the bed itself into some drainage method below floor level.
"Enough, your gear is in the bathroom over there. Dry off, lube up, get dressed putting everything on I’ve left for you there. You have ten minutes, don’t waste time. Biker dropped the hose and walked to the wall where he turned off the pressure, then walked unceremoniously out of the room. Jack was a little surprised he wasn’t friendlier and wondered if something had gone wrong while he was sleeping but he knew at this point it was all or nothing so he gingerly stepped onto the hard floor and walked dripping wet into the bathroom he had used the first morning.
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