Club Hole - The Basement
They descended a long curving ramp that led to under the bar. A single row of concealed lights along the curving wall where it met the floor edge made it easy to follow the ramp. The air was cool and felt ventilated, dry like air conditioning and a lot less smoky then the bar room they had just left. The smell of latex was extremely strong. Jack figured a ramp was probably safer than dark stairs, specially with guys in bondage since he figured correctly he was heading to some sort of dungeon. At the bottom of the ramp another door with a button required another press, short pause and a buzz before they proceeded into the "play room" As the door was opened a guy greeted Biker.
"Hey, haven’t seen you in a while big guy." Jack couldn’t really see who Biker was talking to since he was still mostly in the doorway behind Biker.
"Bek, this is Jack." Biker stepped forward and Jack stepped in and saw the guy. A capped classic Biker type, leather jacket over the familiar rubber shine of a shirt or catsuit. He was sitting on a stool at the doorway next to a black phone built into the wall. Since he was sitting Jack couldn’t tell how tall or short he was, but he was big-boned and deep-chested. His crotch immediately caught Jack’s attention. He was wearing sheathed tights or his catsuit had a sheath, either way this cock was rock hard and sticking up with a shiny metal cocking around the base. Every now and then the guy just casually stroked his hard dick. It made Jack really horny and he wanted to touch it.
"First time?"
Jack, still gagged, just nodded and made a muffled sound like ‘yes’. Spit drooled out of the sides of his mouth when he had leaned forward and he could imagine it slowly following his jawline. Jack then noticed in the darkness a squatting guy chained to the stool in rubber catsuit to the side, some kind of bondage gloves with flat hoof-like pads. He had on one of those dogface rubber hoods that looks like a Boxer and his tongue hung out of the hood, he was staring at his master’s hard cock.
"Well have fun, you’re in good hands with this guy."
Biker smiled, "maybe you’ll come join us later?"
"Maybe, depends on my dog."
"Fine, if not I’ll call you later and you can come out to the house sometime and help me with Jack."
"Be an honor, anytime. Pleasure would be mine." He eyed Jack approvingly "You always find the hot ones."
Biker smiled and looked at Jack, and Jack was pleased the man was happy with him. He wondered how many other ‘hot ones’ there were. Just before they walked away Biker grabbed Bek’s upright cock and gave it a nice squeeze ‘ "looks like you’re off to a good start. "You do love that Viagra don’t you."
"Yeah, hard all night, what’s not to like?" Bek answered.
"So what’s good tonight?"
"I think you’d probably like room 17 but give him an eyeful and stop at 2 and 4."
"Thanks, talk to you later" and Biker pulled Jack along the hallway, Jack looked back to the see the guy still stroking his rubbered dick and smiling at Jack. As they started down the hall Jack looked back and saw that the pup have moved in front of the stool with his front ‘paws’ on his master’s thigh, Bek was letting him lick his rubber nutsack while he stroked his cock. It was then that Jack noticed something catching the light, the rubber dog had a thick short rubber tail sticking out of his ass and he was wagging it. Must be one of those new butt plus Jack had seen on the web, seeing one wagging made his own ass twitch and he knew he’d get one to please Biker later.
"Bek, this is Jack." Biker stepped forward and Jack stepped in and saw the guy. A capped classic Biker type, leather jacket over the familiar rubber shine of a shirt or catsuit. He was sitting on a stool at the doorway next to a black phone built into the wall. Since he was sitting Jack couldn’t tell how tall or short he was, but he was big-boned and deep-chested. His crotch immediately caught Jack’s attention. He was wearing sheathed tights or his catsuit had a sheath, either way this cock was rock hard and sticking up with a shiny metal cocking around the base. Every now and then the guy just casually stroked his hard dick. It made Jack really horny and he wanted to touch it.
"First time?"
Jack, still gagged, just nodded and made a muffled sound like ‘yes’. Spit drooled out of the sides of his mouth when he had leaned forward and he could imagine it slowly following his jawline. Jack then noticed in the darkness a squatting guy chained to the stool in rubber catsuit to the side, some kind of bondage gloves with flat hoof-like pads. He had on one of those dogface rubber hoods that looks like a Boxer and his tongue hung out of the hood, he was staring at his master’s hard cock.
"Well have fun, you’re in good hands with this guy."
Biker smiled, "maybe you’ll come join us later?"
"Maybe, depends on my dog."
"Fine, if not I’ll call you later and you can come out to the house sometime and help me with Jack."
"Be an honor, anytime. Pleasure would be mine." He eyed Jack approvingly "You always find the hot ones."
Biker smiled and looked at Jack, and Jack was pleased the man was happy with him. He wondered how many other ‘hot ones’ there were. Just before they walked away Biker grabbed Bek’s upright cock and gave it a nice squeeze ‘ "looks like you’re off to a good start. "You do love that Viagra don’t you."
"Yeah, hard all night, what’s not to like?" Bek answered.
"So what’s good tonight?"
"I think you’d probably like room 17 but give him an eyeful and stop at 2 and 4."
"Thanks, talk to you later" and Biker pulled Jack along the hallway, Jack looked back to the see the guy still stroking his rubbered dick and smiling at Jack. As they started down the hall Jack looked back and saw that the pup have moved in front of the stool with his front ‘paws’ on his master’s thigh, Bek was letting him lick his rubber nutsack while he stroked his cock. It was then that Jack noticed something catching the light, the rubber dog had a thick short rubber tail sticking out of his ass and he was wagging it. Must be one of those new butt plus Jack had seen on the web, seeing one wagging made his own ass twitch and he knew he’d get one to please Biker later.
The hallway was a metallic silver, with maybe 16’ ceilings, but with such low lighting from the overhead hanging industrial lamps that it a had a spooky dark quality. They walked down the narrow hall. The first two doors were opposite one another. Biker stopped and slid the one on the right, it slid into the wall. Hmm, pocket doors, made sense. You could open them and the space was just another part of the hallway. Not much room in the hallway anyway for a door to swing out to. The room was brightly lit with halogen pins aimed at a center display. Two rubber vac-racs in rectangular metal frames were suspended on chains form the tall ceiling. A guy was trapped and encased in each rack like two rubber soldiers and they were about two feet apart facing one another. A clear cock pump tube connected the two men’s cocks which were straining to meet one another inside, their cockheads just a few inches apart. Both shafts swollen and touching the tube’s sides. Their balls were pulled an sucked downwards by smaller cylinders. At the tope, a black corrugated tube from each guy’s mouth connected a silver metal Y to another rubber tube that led off into the ceiling. Squatting behind one of the suspended vac-racs was a huge muscleman in just rubber codpiece apron, waders, glove and bicep bands. He turned away momentarily from Jack and bent to adjust something. Jack saw he was hugely muscled, big beefy thighs completely filling the wide top of the waders and a butt like two pale bowling balls with rubber jock straps framing a crack he would have dived into and worshipped for hours. Something really hot about a completely bare backside and his front all rubbered. The cleavage of his pecs disappeared into the top of his rubber apron, the smooth front surface almost medical looking except for the codpiece attached to it. The guy adjusted something to the one guy’s ass in the vac-rac, inflating or probing and then turned his head to acknowledge Biker
"Hey, gonna be a while, they just went in." The guy was competition type, muscles all over, freakishly big. Shoulders with striations in them, veins on his biceps like cords, and now and then a pierced nipple showing from one side of the apron as he moved about.
"No rush." Biker answered, just wanted to give Jack a tease.
"This one new?"
"Yeah, this is Jack, might be permanent."
"Really? Mmm, nice. Looks good all geared up and obviously likes it" the guy gave a quick underpat to Jack’s heavy codpiece, which sent a tingle through his balls. "Umm, somebody’s been pumping" he chuckled, "I can think of plenty of things to do with you boy."
"Hey, not tonight I’m starting him slow."
"Yeah, fine, catch up with you later."
"Good" Bike turned Jack and walked him out of the room sliding the door behind him. Jack wondered what was in store for the two trapped rubberists in their vacuum bondage. And what the big muscle guy had meant when he addressed Jack.
"Hey, gonna be a while, they just went in." The guy was competition type, muscles all over, freakishly big. Shoulders with striations in them, veins on his biceps like cords, and now and then a pierced nipple showing from one side of the apron as he moved about.
"No rush." Biker answered, just wanted to give Jack a tease.
"This one new?"
"Yeah, this is Jack, might be permanent."
"Really? Mmm, nice. Looks good all geared up and obviously likes it" the guy gave a quick underpat to Jack’s heavy codpiece, which sent a tingle through his balls. "Umm, somebody’s been pumping" he chuckled, "I can think of plenty of things to do with you boy."
"Hey, not tonight I’m starting him slow."
"Yeah, fine, catch up with you later."
"Good" Bike turned Jack and walked him out of the room sliding the door behind him. Jack wondered what was in store for the two trapped rubberists in their vacuum bondage. And what the big muscle guy had meant when he addressed Jack.
Biker stopped in front of door 3 and slid it open a pinch, took a peek and then slid it closed and turned to the flanking door 4 and slid it open, and walked in. Jack noticed the hallway continued further with more doors as it curved, giving no idea of its length.
STORAGE
They stopped in front of a room labeled "Storage"
"Just part of your visual education."
The room was a narrow space about 5’ wide and 20’ long. Along one wall an umber of guys in various rubber and leather bondage outfits stood right up against the wall, which had small threaded metal pipes sticking an inch out of the wall in lots of places just below waist level which were numbered and lots of eye hooks along the upper half of the wall, the opposing long wall was mirrored floor to ceiling so the guys - if they weren’t blindfolded - basically were staring at themselves. One leatherman in a Muir cap was walking his rubber straightjacketed captive in front of them when they entered. The guy nodded to Biker.
"Here, watch." Biker said.
There wasn’t much room between them and the mirror as they walked down the narrow room to where the new pair were, past guys in all sorts of bondage ware, straps, head harnesses, the works. The only similarity was that each one stood perfectly straight against the wall and Jack could see each had his collar hooked to one of the eye hooks behind him.
"Just part of your visual education."
The room was a narrow space about 5’ wide and 20’ long. Along one wall an umber of guys in various rubber and leather bondage outfits stood right up against the wall, which had small threaded metal pipes sticking an inch out of the wall in lots of places just below waist level which were numbered and lots of eye hooks along the upper half of the wall, the opposing long wall was mirrored floor to ceiling so the guys - if they weren’t blindfolded - basically were staring at themselves. One leatherman in a Muir cap was walking his rubber straightjacketed captive in front of them when they entered. The guy nodded to Biker.
"Here, watch." Biker said.
There wasn’t much room between them and the mirror as they walked down the narrow room to where the new pair were, past guys in all sorts of bondage ware, straps, head harnesses, the works. The only similarity was that each one stood perfectly straight against the wall and Jack could see each had his collar hooked to one of the eye hooks behind him.
The guy "parked" his rubber buddy perpendicular to the wall and then walked to the far end where he picked something up out of a box on a small table. He returned holding what looked like a small rubber flashlight, it was 7" long a half inch in diameter, black like everything in this pace and had a rounded end to it like a billiard ball and another smaller ball shape towards the thin end. The leatherman squatted for a moment and eyed his captive’s ass, lining it up with the nearest pipe hole on the wall. He then proceeded to thread the black flashlight with the pipe fitting and screwed it on, noting the number next to it. He then opened a small pack of lube and shined up the protruding billiard knob, lined it up with his toy’s butt, unzipped the guy’s catsuit and then put his gloved hand on his toy’s crotch and pushed him backwards. The guy knew what was expected of him and standing parallel to the wall now, he slowly backed up as the leatherman guided his ass towards the plug until it was obviously right at the guy’s ass. The leatherman stood, and with both hands on the guy’s hips gave him a push back just to make sure he was impaled. The guy grunted as he was pushed. The leatherman walked back to the far end of the room and pressed buttons on the dark wall, a soft hissing effectively trapped the rubberman against the wall much like a Foley’s inflatable catheter. Jack wondered how large it got because the guy was moaning and grunting in his hood until the leatherman walked back and gave a sharp slap to the side of his hood whereupon he shut up instantly. "That’s better, next time you behave or I’ll really inflate it." The leatherman addressed his boy while holding his chin and making him mechanically nod yes. The guy turned to Biker "hey, you wanna get a drink and catch up" walking away from his impaled boy with no concern.
"Nah," said Biker, "got plans for Jack. Rick this is Jack."
"Hey Jack, you behave and hopefully your bud here won’t have to leave you in this room to reconsider your misdeeds " he grinned evilly and winked at Biker.
Biker let out a chuckle and the three of them walked out, the leatherman closed the door, said bye and headed down the hall towards the entry ramp.
"Nah," said Biker, "got plans for Jack. Rick this is Jack."
"Hey Jack, you behave and hopefully your bud here won’t have to leave you in this room to reconsider your misdeeds " he grinned evilly and winked at Biker.
Biker let out a chuckle and the three of them walked out, the leatherman closed the door, said bye and headed down the hall towards the entry ramp.
"Sir?"
"Yes, you can ask a question, I know your little head is spinning with them"
"How long will he leave him there?"
"Depends on what he did . I mean the guy enjoys it too, there’s an optional vibrate mode on the plugs that can be programmed to occur in all sorts of strengths and waves but there are also temperature controls whereby the plug will deflate and reinflate with water - either cold or hot or in between, lots of variables. He’ll probably be there a couple hours while Rick plays elsewhere. Depends on what Rick programmed the computer to do and if he was good or bad. Some guys, this is heaven - long term bondage storage with ass stimulation. For others, it’s hell, not knowing where their master is, they get bored, antsy. They’ve got to stare at themselves in the mirror, can’t touch themselves. Makes ‘em nuts. They’re so horny when you get them out they can be the best fucks in the place."
Jack shot Biker a worried glance he could read through his hood.
"I’m not talking about you right now, you’ve been one pleasant surprise after another" Biker groping his ass.
"Thank you sir, I’ll try to please you. Please let me know when I make a mistake."
"Oh I will… love that ass" He grabbed Jack and pulled him down the hall at a quicker pace. Jack didn’t see it but Biker gave his hardening cock a repositioning squeeze in his codpiece.
"Yes, you can ask a question, I know your little head is spinning with them"
"How long will he leave him there?"
"Depends on what he did . I mean the guy enjoys it too, there’s an optional vibrate mode on the plugs that can be programmed to occur in all sorts of strengths and waves but there are also temperature controls whereby the plug will deflate and reinflate with water - either cold or hot or in between, lots of variables. He’ll probably be there a couple hours while Rick plays elsewhere. Depends on what Rick programmed the computer to do and if he was good or bad. Some guys, this is heaven - long term bondage storage with ass stimulation. For others, it’s hell, not knowing where their master is, they get bored, antsy. They’ve got to stare at themselves in the mirror, can’t touch themselves. Makes ‘em nuts. They’re so horny when you get them out they can be the best fucks in the place."
Jack shot Biker a worried glance he could read through his hood.
"I’m not talking about you right now, you’ve been one pleasant surprise after another" Biker groping his ass.
"Thank you sir, I’ll try to please you. Please let me know when I make a mistake."
"Oh I will… love that ass" He grabbed Jack and pulled him down the hall at a quicker pace. Jack didn’t see it but Biker gave his hardening cock a repositioning squeeze in his codpiece.
They hadn’t run into many people in the dark hallway but this time a pair walked past them that caught Jack’s eye. A biker type like his master was dragging a victim behind him, the guy being pulled on a chain sheathed in inner tube attached to a complex head harness and body harness locked over a catsuit. The guy had trouble keeping up with his master with his ankles chains and Jack wondered where they were headed.
ROOM SEVEN - HC
They walked down the hallway to Room 7, sliding the door back revealing a small room, with gray acoustical padding on all walls. Biker seemed to know the guy there were walking up to seated in the big chair dead center.
Jack realized it was HC, sitting in some sort of sexchair/throne in front of them mounted on an 18" hollow riser. The chair was very squares and made of enormous thick wood pieces with padding on the seat back and arms. HC just sat there enthroned, is huge cock sticking out and over the seat edge it was so long. This was Jack’s first time to see it exposed and he couldn’t believe his eyes. HC had that smirk on his face he’d worn earlier. The light came from in front of him out of the ceiling at an angle and was aimed to focus almost exclusively on his cock, reflected light the only other illumination in the room. HC’s cock was the center, it’s massiveness a tube of pale flesh against his leather chaps and the dark wood of the chair. In the dim light beneath the chair front and half under it, a guy, smallish but muscled with those round baseball biceps little guys had. He was squatting under HC in a rubber Dainese cycle suit with the arms cut off framing his pretty build, it had ribbed padding on the shoulder seams.
Jack could just notice a few other guys in the dark side walls of the room watching, many of them openly stroking their cocks or getting blown while they observed. It looked like some poster drawing for a German lederfest.
Under the chair, the young guy has his head bowed completely which is why Jack hadn’t quite noticed him at first. He had a thick brushcut hairstyle, like velvet - one of those lucky guys with just tons of hair follicles who could really carry off a flat top. HC held his hand up and Biker grabbed Jack’s shoulder to stop his approach. HC then patted the squatter’s head and shifted forward, his huge meat projecting from the chair seat like a missile. The young guy on cue moved forward and proceeded to use his brushcut hair to rub the underside of HC’s huge shaft, pumping his head back and forth in little movements, the tiny hairs must have provided a great tingling sensation because HC’s cock stiffened a little. Fuck, thought Jack, a cock fluffer under your chair, wish he had that at the office! Jack’s dick pulsed in his pouch. HC slid back in the chair, just staring at Jack the entire time and the boy returned to his tight inconspicuous squat under the chair seat. The boy sneaked a peak at Jack as he slid back under and Jack saw how cute the young guy was, creamy skin, black hair and bright blue eyes. His hair the color of his shiny rubber suit. Like just about everyone here he wore gloves short ones which he used to grip the chair legs and stabilize himself under H.
The door opened suddenly and in walked yet another lean athletic rubberman completely covered but with a huge head. The guy was wearing these hot goggles, oval with just tiny lines cut through them that Jack would later learn were snowglare goggles. The goggles stood out from the man’s smooth ball shaped head the result of an inflatable hood. His lips were barely visible in the narrow slit left for a mouth. He was wearing a catsuit under a black rubber chestplate like Roman gladiators wore with molded nipples, the plate was matte rubber compared to the shiny glossed up suit. He wore a jockstrap over the suit that was amply filled with little rubber knobs all over it like those steering wheel covers sports cars had. The textured jock made his crotch all the more conspicuous compared to his smooth thighs and ass.
The goggled rubberman came over and the young brushcut receded further under the chair. Goggle proceeded to step up on the chair, sliding both thighs onto the armrests. HC helped support him as he positioned himself. The light was aimed at the rubberman’s shiny back and the massive cock that lay swollen beneath him on the chair seat. It had begun to thicken and stiffen more with this man’s approach. The rubberman reached up and put both his arms into hanging straps from the ceiling and grabbed the chains with his gloved hands. Hanging, semi-perched as he was, he could control his position. HC proceeded to reach under and unzip the back of the guy’s suit. Jack was transfixed, the suit opened to reveal the base of some big sex toy, black and most likely rubber. HC wrapped both of his hands around the flared base and began to pull, the guy grunting and pushing until a big rippled dildo slid out, each ripple making the guy’s asslips widen and shrink as they slid over the intrusion. Jack was impressed, the toy was big, thick and long. When the dildo was finally out, HC laid it on the seat next to his own dick and to Jack’s amazement the dildo was smaller than HC. HC motioned to get Biker’s attention and pointed at Jack
"He wants you to lube up his meat and guide it in, not many guys get to do this. Make me proud, nice and slow and use lots of lube, got it?" Biker was smiling when Jack looked behind him.
Jack was super excited and nervous at the same time. The guy’s big dick was hypnotic. Biker pushed Jack forward and as he was almost at the chair, grabbed his arm. Jack turned and Biker was holding a custom hood that someone must have handed him. It had a buckling collar, open mouth with two narrow tubes that ran down the back and around over the ears to the sides of the mouth, but left room for a tongue to stick out. Where the mouth was, the rubber went into the mouth cavity and a tongue sleeve with tiny top nubs protruded. On top, a flat black flask was strapped to the hood itself and stuck up about an inch. As Biker slid it on Jack, he adjusted the flow valve on the flask. Jack stuck his tongue into the sleeve and realized lube was dripping from both side tubes, the rubber tongue sleeve easily sliding around his now rubber lined mouth. The mouth cavity and tongue sleeve were in very thin rubber, like condom weight, while the rest of the hood was thick and sturdy.
"Yea, you guessed it, you lube him with your tongue. You can use your hands to stroke him but the lube drips into your mouth and you tongue-coat that big meat before and while he’s fucking that guy got it? The only guy’s ass you ever eat bare is mine, that’s why the hood has the tongue sleeve so it’s safe. It was designed by balloon head over there, he’s a doctor and a really creative one. Now go make me proud." Biker’s low deep voice was reassuring and resonated through the hood.
"Yea, you guessed it, you lube him with your tongue. You can use your hands to stroke him but the lube drips into your mouth and you tongue-coat that big meat before and while he’s fucking that guy got it? The only guy’s ass you ever eat bare is mine, that’s why the hood has the tongue sleeve so it’s safe. It was designed by balloon head over there, he’s a doctor and a really creative one. Now go make me proud." Biker’s low deep voice was reassuring and resonated through the hood.
"Yes sir" Jack said, his voice muffled by the rubber mouth lining. His tongue slick and making him horny, when he pressed his tongue upwards in his mouth he could feel the little nubs against the roof. Biker turned him around and Jack knelt before the chair, he immediately began to lick the top of the massive cock, oblivious to the cute boy underneath. He started by coating the big head, the cock lay hung over the chair seat like an extra arm, with the tongue sleeve and rubber-lined mouthpiece he couldn’t push anything far into his mouth, certainly no deepthroating so he ran his tongue up and down the shaft on all sides, trying to deposit as much silicone lube as possible and testing it for slickness with the smooth underside of his tongue. Once he had done that he took the whole head into his mouth, using the nubs to tickle with bottom of his shaft. It really didn’t require concentrating on keeping his lips tight, the cock was so thick it barely fit to begin with so his lips were stretched to capacity. He worked the cock for a good five minutes, his own cock fully hard in his pouch. HC seemed to like the head work because his cock was fully hard after Jack finished coating it. He felt Biker’s legs pressing on the sides of his thighs
"Line it up boy."
Jack who until this tie has only used his tongue to bathe and worship the meat now picked it up gingerly with both gloved hands like some priestly offering and aimed it upwards. He fingered the tube ends on the sides of his mouth, until rubber two fingers together he could tell they were slick and ran his index finger in a circle around the puckered ass above him, then sliding in one, two and three fingers. The guy was already relaxed from the big dildo. He was surprised by the weight of the cock as he handled it, heavy, like a water balloon. He continued to lick and lube the shaft and noticed how warm it was, all that blood swollen in it just radiated body heat. He couldn’t believe the thing was real and with the rubberman above him blocking his view of HC, it seemed like some dismembered part, alien and monstrous but worth of all his attention. He held the cock straight up and right on queue the rubberman lowered himself just a bit until his asslips were sliding around the head. Jack tongued the shaft just beneath the guy’s asslips as he slowly sat on the first 8" pretty fat and then stopped. Jack knew it must have felt incredible, to handle something so big, and a real cock not some dildo, fuck. What a head trip. Jack’s ass twitched thinking about, with the little plug he’d been wearing thinking Biker would be fucking him some time tonight. His tongue lapped the lower shaft and as the guy ever so slowly mounted the incredible dick, Jack lapped just below on the remaining circumference knowing HC must have loved the sensation. He was painfully hard in his own codpiece, but he had both hands now on HC’s thighs and began to tongue bathe HC’s balls lubing and nibbling them. The suspended rubberman was bout two inches from handling the whole thing but Jack’s head was starting to get in the way. HC shifted forward on the seat until his nuts hung over the edge, bracing himself on the arms. The chair was bolted into the floor so no distribution of weight was going to affect it. Now with his nuts off the edge of the chair, Jack could suck them religiously and while they were big, they were easy after that orifice ripping shaft he’d just had wedged in his mouth. The guy above slid the remaining flesh in his ass and a chorus of moans and whistles came from the walls of the room where numerous guys were watching, stroking or getting sucked. HC moaned "Oh yeah, all the way, aw fuck" all the while stuffing his gloved fingers into the guy’s mouth while he rode the big meat. Jack was in bliss, big nuts to suck on, fully geared with lube dripping from his hood, a tongue sleeve that made every lick and nibble a pleasure to its recipient, a huge cock sliding in and out of a rubberman’s ass above him, the warm smell of flesh in tight rubber from the thighs flanking his face, sweat from balloonhead’s suit beginning to drip...
"Line it up boy."
Jack who until this tie has only used his tongue to bathe and worship the meat now picked it up gingerly with both gloved hands like some priestly offering and aimed it upwards. He fingered the tube ends on the sides of his mouth, until rubber two fingers together he could tell they were slick and ran his index finger in a circle around the puckered ass above him, then sliding in one, two and three fingers. The guy was already relaxed from the big dildo. He was surprised by the weight of the cock as he handled it, heavy, like a water balloon. He continued to lick and lube the shaft and noticed how warm it was, all that blood swollen in it just radiated body heat. He couldn’t believe the thing was real and with the rubberman above him blocking his view of HC, it seemed like some dismembered part, alien and monstrous but worth of all his attention. He held the cock straight up and right on queue the rubberman lowered himself just a bit until his asslips were sliding around the head. Jack tongued the shaft just beneath the guy’s asslips as he slowly sat on the first 8" pretty fat and then stopped. Jack knew it must have felt incredible, to handle something so big, and a real cock not some dildo, fuck. What a head trip. Jack’s ass twitched thinking about, with the little plug he’d been wearing thinking Biker would be fucking him some time tonight. His tongue lapped the lower shaft and as the guy ever so slowly mounted the incredible dick, Jack lapped just below on the remaining circumference knowing HC must have loved the sensation. He was painfully hard in his own codpiece, but he had both hands now on HC’s thighs and began to tongue bathe HC’s balls lubing and nibbling them. The suspended rubberman was bout two inches from handling the whole thing but Jack’s head was starting to get in the way. HC shifted forward on the seat until his nuts hung over the edge, bracing himself on the arms. The chair was bolted into the floor so no distribution of weight was going to affect it. Now with his nuts off the edge of the chair, Jack could suck them religiously and while they were big, they were easy after that orifice ripping shaft he’d just had wedged in his mouth. The guy above slid the remaining flesh in his ass and a chorus of moans and whistles came from the walls of the room where numerous guys were watching, stroking or getting sucked. HC moaned "Oh yeah, all the way, aw fuck" all the while stuffing his gloved fingers into the guy’s mouth while he rode the big meat. Jack was in bliss, big nuts to suck on, fully geared with lube dripping from his hood, a tongue sleeve that made every lick and nibble a pleasure to its recipient, a huge cock sliding in and out of a rubberman’s ass above him, the warm smell of flesh in tight rubber from the thighs flanking his face, sweat from balloonhead’s suit beginning to drip...
Then just as suddenly he felt a nibbling on his codpiece, and the boy under the chair was suckin’ at his crotch, running his tongue along the silhouette of Jack’s hard cock - without even thinking he felt himself shoot into his codpiece, his thick cock bent in the tight confines of the pouch. He let out an involuntary moan when it happened and the cute boy gave lovebite to Jack’s cockhead which made him jerk.
"Was expecting that a while ago, you held out pretty well. " Jack could hear Biker whose gloved hand was stroking the side of his hood. Jack opened his eyes and saw that the rubberman had begin to slowly ride the huge cock. He couldn’t believe it fit in the guy’s ass but it was happening directly above hi. The cock was thick like a soda can and so long and proportional it just looked like a flesh colored supersized dildo.
"Hey, your job’s done here boy" and with that Jack felt Biker’s grip on his collar pulling him sharply back. Jack stumbled and stood up a little dizzy from kneeling. The cute boy looked up at Jack, spit drooling form his mouth as he receded back under the chair.
"Don’t want to spoil you." Jack stepped back to follow Biker
"Wait, come here a sec boy " HC had stopped pumping his gloved hand into the balloon headed rubber toy to get Jack’s attention.
Jack turned. HC motioned for him to come to the side of the chair, when Jack got to the side HC grabbed his collar ring and pulled him to his mouth forcefully. In a low deep voice "not bad for a first timer, sometime I’ll come by and practice on your mouth if your master allows so you start practicing with some big toys, hear? Big ones" And with that he pushed Jack way, HC’s eyes on Jack even while he resumed sucking his buddy’s mouth who had begun to bounce more dramatically on the huge dick. As Biker dragged Jack out of the room, Jack turned to see half a foot of meat flashing in and out of the guy’s ass as he rode it, a surreal scene that felt like a dream, the fucking making a slurping obscene noise with all the lube that haunted Jack as they left.
"Hey, your job’s done here boy" and with that Jack felt Biker’s grip on his collar pulling him sharply back. Jack stumbled and stood up a little dizzy from kneeling. The cute boy looked up at Jack, spit drooling form his mouth as he receded back under the chair.
"Don’t want to spoil you." Jack stepped back to follow Biker
"Wait, come here a sec boy " HC had stopped pumping his gloved hand into the balloon headed rubber toy to get Jack’s attention.
Jack turned. HC motioned for him to come to the side of the chair, when Jack got to the side HC grabbed his collar ring and pulled him to his mouth forcefully. In a low deep voice "not bad for a first timer, sometime I’ll come by and practice on your mouth if your master allows so you start practicing with some big toys, hear? Big ones" And with that he pushed Jack way, HC’s eyes on Jack even while he resumed sucking his buddy’s mouth who had begun to bounce more dramatically on the huge dick. As Biker dragged Jack out of the room, Jack turned to see half a foot of meat flashing in and out of the guy’s ass as he rode it, a surreal scene that felt like a dream, the fucking making a slurping obscene noise with all the lube that haunted Jack as they left.
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