Rubber Life by xxxslick@msn
"THE SPECIAL SUIT"
The next morning Jack awoke to find himself, as usual, alone in the bedroom. He used the bathroom and got in the shower just to clean himself off with a quick rinse so Biker would be happy with his appearance, and padded downstairs to the kitchen in a towel.
"Morning."
"Morning, that was fun last night. I really had a great time. Thanks"
"Yeah, it was fun. Come here." Biker gave Jack a wet kiss and slid the towel off, kneading his asscheeks
and grinding into him. " I don't think I'm ever gonna tire of that butt of yours."
"Hope not!" and Jack flexed his glutes while Biker squeezed them.
"Now, this part you won't like. But absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Jack feared Biker was leaving.
"Until Friday there will be no rubber play, no rubber wearing, no checking out what's in the closets. When
I say no, I mean it to the fullest extent. You are not to don or touch any latex the entire week until or unless I say so, do you understand?"
"Yes," Jack responded, not happy about the news in the least.
"Now listen, I know you're a horny rubber pig, but there are other things we have to get accomplished this week. I didn't get where I am today just enjoying my free time." Biker paused, looking at Jack's now grim face. "If you manage, then you will be rewarded on Friday with a chance to wear your new gift."
Jack's eyes lit up, "The bondage suit sir?"
"Yes, the very one. But only, and I mean ONLY if you are completely obedient this week. One foul up and
there will be no rubber play. But if you're good, then Friday you can wear your new suit and maybe
Saturday I'll take you back to Hole."
"Yes sir, please sir, please I want to go back so badly."
"Well it really depends on your showing absolute control and restraint this week then doesn't it. It's
not in my hands, it's in yours."
Jack thought about this, the guy was right. If he could just completely control himself, then he would
be rewarded. Sounded simple but Jack knew how much he wanted to rummage downstairs in the basement playroom with all that new stuff he'd never seen in the closets. Still, if it was going to get him a scene with Biker in that new suit, it would be worth the painful abstinence. Biker watched Jack's face and saw the concern and concentration. "I didn't say I wouldn't fuck you, I just said you
wouldn't be in any rubber this week."
Jack smiled at this and drank his coffee.
"Morning, that was fun last night. I really had a great time. Thanks"
"Yeah, it was fun. Come here." Biker gave Jack a wet kiss and slid the towel off, kneading his asscheeks
and grinding into him. " I don't think I'm ever gonna tire of that butt of yours."
"Hope not!" and Jack flexed his glutes while Biker squeezed them.
"Now, this part you won't like. But absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Jack feared Biker was leaving.
"Until Friday there will be no rubber play, no rubber wearing, no checking out what's in the closets. When
I say no, I mean it to the fullest extent. You are not to don or touch any latex the entire week until or unless I say so, do you understand?"
"Yes," Jack responded, not happy about the news in the least.
"Now listen, I know you're a horny rubber pig, but there are other things we have to get accomplished this week. I didn't get where I am today just enjoying my free time." Biker paused, looking at Jack's now grim face. "If you manage, then you will be rewarded on Friday with a chance to wear your new gift."
Jack's eyes lit up, "The bondage suit sir?"
"Yes, the very one. But only, and I mean ONLY if you are completely obedient this week. One foul up and
there will be no rubber play. But if you're good, then Friday you can wear your new suit and maybe
Saturday I'll take you back to Hole."
"Yes sir, please sir, please I want to go back so badly."
"Well it really depends on your showing absolute control and restraint this week then doesn't it. It's
not in my hands, it's in yours."
Jack thought about this, the guy was right. If he could just completely control himself, then he would
be rewarded. Sounded simple but Jack knew how much he wanted to rummage downstairs in the basement playroom with all that new stuff he'd never seen in the closets. Still, if it was going to get him a scene with Biker in that new suit, it would be worth the painful abstinence. Biker watched Jack's face and saw the concern and concentration. "I didn't say I wouldn't fuck you, I just said you
wouldn't be in any rubber this week."
Jack smiled at this and drank his coffee.
* * *
Tuesday through Friday afternoon was a whir of activity, but nothing rubber. Jack had met various
business people and social friends, been sightseeing, been measured at several rubber workshops, been to the gym daily and basically just spent most every moment with Biker who was one seriously busy businessman.
Guess being rich didn't mean being relaxed. Jack had also been in touch twice with his office about 'the
funeral' and was supposed to be back at work on Monday. He didn't have much sense of his life back
home anymore, it just felt like he belonged here, like this was the life he was supposed to lead. And having a super rich boyfriend certainly was sweet. When he thought about it ending after Sunday and heading back, he got depressed so he made himself remember 'the now' and concentrate on enjoying the opportunity before him. So far, it hadn't cost him anything but some vacation time and he already had a mess of new clothes to take back plus memories that would last him a lifetime. But hell, was life going to be dull back at work and at home. No, concentrate on the now, don't mess this up.
business people and social friends, been sightseeing, been measured at several rubber workshops, been to the gym daily and basically just spent most every moment with Biker who was one seriously busy businessman.
Guess being rich didn't mean being relaxed. Jack had also been in touch twice with his office about 'the
funeral' and was supposed to be back at work on Monday. He didn't have much sense of his life back
home anymore, it just felt like he belonged here, like this was the life he was supposed to lead. And having a super rich boyfriend certainly was sweet. When he thought about it ending after Sunday and heading back, he got depressed so he made himself remember 'the now' and concentrate on enjoying the opportunity before him. So far, it hadn't cost him anything but some vacation time and he already had a mess of new clothes to take back plus memories that would last him a lifetime. But hell, was life going to be dull back at work and at home. No, concentrate on the now, don't mess this up.
Luckily, the whole week hadn't passed sexless. Biker 'allowed' Jack to blow him before bed each night and
take care of his morning erections as well, teaching him a few new techniques and methods he enjoyed. But Biker had pretty much ignored Jack physically during the week. There was one hot scene at a private gym Wednesday where Biker had hired a super sexy trainer to give them some private tips on weight-lifting in a one-on-one gym. Biker had booked the space for the whole afternoon. After a vigorous two hour workout that had all 3 of them sweat-drenched, a little persuading on Biker's part, whose tented shorts left
nothing to the imagination, and they had had a sweaty three-way on the stretching mats right there and then. Non-rubber sex felt strange to Jack now, but two hard muscled studs playing with him was still hot. One great moment was when Jack was allowed to fuck the muscleman while Biker stuffed his throat and the two guys kissed while face and ass fucking the trainer on his back. When they had finished fucking and sucking (the trainer redefining the words greedy bottom) Biker had a little whispered conversation in the trainer's ear that Jack was itching to overhear. The trainer smiled in Jack's direction and said nothing. And Jack knew better than to ask. He'd had more hot sex, rubber or otherwise, in the last couple days than he had had in months so if he wasn't to be 'in the know' all the time, well, small price to pay. He just
wanted to make Biker happy. He wondered if Biker was going to introduce the trainer to the world of rubber, but he also wondered if Biker was still looking for that perfect boy and just dealing with Jack for now.
take care of his morning erections as well, teaching him a few new techniques and methods he enjoyed. But Biker had pretty much ignored Jack physically during the week. There was one hot scene at a private gym Wednesday where Biker had hired a super sexy trainer to give them some private tips on weight-lifting in a one-on-one gym. Biker had booked the space for the whole afternoon. After a vigorous two hour workout that had all 3 of them sweat-drenched, a little persuading on Biker's part, whose tented shorts left
nothing to the imagination, and they had had a sweaty three-way on the stretching mats right there and then. Non-rubber sex felt strange to Jack now, but two hard muscled studs playing with him was still hot. One great moment was when Jack was allowed to fuck the muscleman while Biker stuffed his throat and the two guys kissed while face and ass fucking the trainer on his back. When they had finished fucking and sucking (the trainer redefining the words greedy bottom) Biker had a little whispered conversation in the trainer's ear that Jack was itching to overhear. The trainer smiled in Jack's direction and said nothing. And Jack knew better than to ask. He'd had more hot sex, rubber or otherwise, in the last couple days than he had had in months so if he wasn't to be 'in the know' all the time, well, small price to pay. He just
wanted to make Biker happy. He wondered if Biker was going to introduce the trainer to the world of rubber, but he also wondered if Biker was still looking for that perfect boy and just dealing with Jack for now.
But most of the week was just running around, shopping, stores, people, meals, it was a very normal,
non-kink filled week. Jack thought about rubber all the time, but he promised himself he would stay in
control. And as much as Jack wanted to stay in the townhouse and gear up by himself, he was eager to
please Biker and Biker had insisted, no rubber. So Jack waited until finally it was Friday afternoon.
non-kink filled week. Jack thought about rubber all the time, but he promised himself he would stay in
control. And as much as Jack wanted to stay in the townhouse and gear up by himself, he was eager to
please Biker and Biker had insisted, no rubber. So Jack waited until finally it was Friday afternoon.
* * *
THE SUIT
Biker had made Jack use a depilatory Friday morning when he took his morning shower, so aside from his
short haircut, he would be smooth and slick in the suit. The day had passed a little frantically as
usual, but when they got back to the townhouse Jack started to get antsy knowing he'd been good all week and done without any rubber. He asked Biker if he could put on the suit and Biker told him yes to head down to the playroom nude after putting on the few items that he laid out on the bed for Jack.
Things started with the basics. Jack was made to put on a very thin pull-on black rubber hood that fit like
lycra it was so thin and comfortable. It had a mouth opening, nose holes and pinprick eyes but fit snugly.
Biker then gave him thin tight gloves and a thick cockring that had a nozzle on it like a bicycle innertube. Padding around the room in just this, Jack caught sight of himself in the mirror. A total perve. Sleek, black hood, gloves, a dark cockring, his dick sticking out. His dick throbbed just looking at himself, the shiny hood contrasting with his hairless, toned body, an omen of layers to come.
short haircut, he would be smooth and slick in the suit. The day had passed a little frantically as
usual, but when they got back to the townhouse Jack started to get antsy knowing he'd been good all week and done without any rubber. He asked Biker if he could put on the suit and Biker told him yes to head down to the playroom nude after putting on the few items that he laid out on the bed for Jack.
Things started with the basics. Jack was made to put on a very thin pull-on black rubber hood that fit like
lycra it was so thin and comfortable. It had a mouth opening, nose holes and pinprick eyes but fit snugly.
Biker then gave him thin tight gloves and a thick cockring that had a nozzle on it like a bicycle innertube. Padding around the room in just this, Jack caught sight of himself in the mirror. A total perve. Sleek, black hood, gloves, a dark cockring, his dick sticking out. His dick throbbed just looking at himself, the shiny hood contrasting with his hairless, toned body, an omen of layers to come.
When they got down to the playroom, the bondage suit had been laid out on the floor, unzipped and awaiting an occupant like some rubber Venus flytrap. The suit was super thick, thicker than anything Jack had seen besides dry suit diving gear. It had reinforced straps sandwiched in between layers of rubber worked into it with nozzles and D rings and detailing all over. Jack slid his legs into the suit bottom and
realized that while there was just one lower shape, it had a dividing wall to keep his legs separated. This
went up to about mid thigh where the interior division ended and it was just one opening. Biker lubed a plug and screwed it on to the ass nozzle which was built into the rear of the suit. It was a smaller version
of the flashlight-shaped plugs Jack had seen in the storage room. Biker lubed it generously and then
pushed it into Jack's waiting hole, Jack moaning from the pleasure of having his ass toyed with, knowing how much more was to come. Biker fed Jack's cock through the crotch seal, his cock and balls hanging freely out ever hard when Biker was around him and especially so when this man touched him, a thick rubber seal making things watertight. Biker fed the small metal nozzle on the cockring through a tiny hole in the suit and screwed a larger nozzle on the outside of it. Jack lay down on the floor and Biker continued to close up the suit after Jack had slid his arms into interior sleeves. Half way up his chest, Biker stopped the zipper and placed small suction cups over Jack's nipples. He was careful to apply a moist lubricant
first so that the electrodes in the nipple cups would make contact with Jack's tits when necessary. The
small flat suction cups were attached to long thin air tubes Biker had threaded threw the suit's front, with
thin copper wires running through the clear tubes. Biker zipped the suit up to the neck. Then he took a
special hood, as thick as the suit, with straps attached to the sides and bike and zipped this over
Jack's already hooded head. After it was zipped, Biker attached the straps with metal clips to the nape
of Jack's neck and both shoulders where D rings were secured. This effectively immobilized movement of the head in any direction except backwards. Jack lay there, immobile. Felt so good but he wanted to see
what was going on and he couldn't. He heard Biker walking around, presumably connecting things. A tiny
zolt shot through his nipples that both teased and tormented him but it was only just a flash. Biker was
checking things. Then a hiss and the suit began to inflate, not like a regular inflatable body bag, but
just a little due to the thickness of the latex layers. Jack felt himself rising a bit off the floor
from the air pressure now cushioning him but it also further stiffened the suit as a whole and now Jack
couldn't move at all. Almost randomly, electric current would tingle his nipples, distracting him from
his cock for a moment. It wasn't strong, just the strangest tingly sensation that made him horny as
hell. Sometimes it would be just one nipple, then the other, or both, then it would disappear.
realized that while there was just one lower shape, it had a dividing wall to keep his legs separated. This
went up to about mid thigh where the interior division ended and it was just one opening. Biker lubed a plug and screwed it on to the ass nozzle which was built into the rear of the suit. It was a smaller version
of the flashlight-shaped plugs Jack had seen in the storage room. Biker lubed it generously and then
pushed it into Jack's waiting hole, Jack moaning from the pleasure of having his ass toyed with, knowing how much more was to come. Biker fed Jack's cock through the crotch seal, his cock and balls hanging freely out ever hard when Biker was around him and especially so when this man touched him, a thick rubber seal making things watertight. Biker fed the small metal nozzle on the cockring through a tiny hole in the suit and screwed a larger nozzle on the outside of it. Jack lay down on the floor and Biker continued to close up the suit after Jack had slid his arms into interior sleeves. Half way up his chest, Biker stopped the zipper and placed small suction cups over Jack's nipples. He was careful to apply a moist lubricant
first so that the electrodes in the nipple cups would make contact with Jack's tits when necessary. The
small flat suction cups were attached to long thin air tubes Biker had threaded threw the suit's front, with
thin copper wires running through the clear tubes. Biker zipped the suit up to the neck. Then he took a
special hood, as thick as the suit, with straps attached to the sides and bike and zipped this over
Jack's already hooded head. After it was zipped, Biker attached the straps with metal clips to the nape
of Jack's neck and both shoulders where D rings were secured. This effectively immobilized movement of the head in any direction except backwards. Jack lay there, immobile. Felt so good but he wanted to see
what was going on and he couldn't. He heard Biker walking around, presumably connecting things. A tiny
zolt shot through his nipples that both teased and tormented him but it was only just a flash. Biker was
checking things. Then a hiss and the suit began to inflate, not like a regular inflatable body bag, but
just a little due to the thickness of the latex layers. Jack felt himself rising a bit off the floor
from the air pressure now cushioning him but it also further stiffened the suit as a whole and now Jack
couldn't move at all. Almost randomly, electric current would tingle his nipples, distracting him from
his cock for a moment. It wasn't strong, just the strangest tingly sensation that made him horny as
hell. Sometimes it would be just one nipple, then the other, or both, then it would disappear.
Jack lay there for some time. Dazing off into a rubber bondage world that was both relaxing and very
focused, he thought of nothing but sex. The room was quiet for some time and Jack wondered where Biker had gone to, but let himself just enjoy the moment, the "now" as Biker would have told him.
focused, he thought of nothing but sex. The room was quiet for some time and Jack wondered where Biker had gone to, but let himself just enjoy the moment, the "now" as Biker would have told him.
When Biker returned, he was in full rubber biker gear wearing his riding helmet with the visor down. He
brought with him the twins, each boy wearing a slightly baggy bibbed wadersuit with thick wide
buckling straps for suspenders, and rubber bondage mitts. Biker had led them in unhooded, so Jack could
recognize them as CHiP's cute boys, the two from the Deep Throat contest. He had each boy don a simple hood and goggles, leaving their mouths available for use. One of the things he loved was to have a horny bottom just out of reach of what he most wanted, his master's cock. So Biker straddled Jack's head, one knee on either side, his cock aiming straight over Jack's face and let the twins kneel and go at it,
matching rubber hoods sliding up and down each side of Biker's thick cock in unison, tongues flicking out,
extra spit falling on to Jack's hood. Jack was powerless, all he could do was watch his hot rubber stud serviced by an equally hot pair of rubbermen, the two guys drooling and coating the big dick just out of
Jack's reach. Now and then one of the twins would stop and lick some of the extra fallen spit from
Jack's hood to use it as further cock lube on the monster meat. Jack would only feel a tongue sliding
on his rubbered cheek or jawline for a moment and then it would be over. Jack wanted all three of them but he was a prisoner of his own rubber desires, immobile, stimulated and trapped. His cock ached as he watched the two boys kissing one another and Biker's cockhead at the same time, shiny rubber and spit all over the place. The boys were avid fans of Biker and his buddy CHiP. They had a hot private sex life and Biker had been instrumental in getting them a very lucrative modeling contract. They needed to be discrete in order to maintain their careers so they proved perfect kink partners since Biker basically helped them fulfill all sorts of fantasies that - had they been public - would have destroyed their careers. Biker
motioned something and the twins stopped, Biker standing up and walking off. Jack could barely move his head so he didn't even try to. Suddenly he felt not one but two mouths on his crotch, twin tongues lapping up the sides of his hard cock. He was in heaven and his dick was rock hard. Then one twin sucked in his cock and the other took his balls into his mouth, tongues stimulating his every nerve. When Jack was close and the one twin felt his balls twitching in the early stages of ejaculation, the twin pulled off and immediately the second let Jack's hard cock slide from his mouth. At this very moment, Biker activated the cockring which inflated and pinched Jack's cock base, effectively stopping even his cum even if he'd reach the point of no return. The pressure was so sudden and strong that it bordered on pain and Jack was nuts from the 'almost release'
brought with him the twins, each boy wearing a slightly baggy bibbed wadersuit with thick wide
buckling straps for suspenders, and rubber bondage mitts. Biker had led them in unhooded, so Jack could
recognize them as CHiP's cute boys, the two from the Deep Throat contest. He had each boy don a simple hood and goggles, leaving their mouths available for use. One of the things he loved was to have a horny bottom just out of reach of what he most wanted, his master's cock. So Biker straddled Jack's head, one knee on either side, his cock aiming straight over Jack's face and let the twins kneel and go at it,
matching rubber hoods sliding up and down each side of Biker's thick cock in unison, tongues flicking out,
extra spit falling on to Jack's hood. Jack was powerless, all he could do was watch his hot rubber stud serviced by an equally hot pair of rubbermen, the two guys drooling and coating the big dick just out of
Jack's reach. Now and then one of the twins would stop and lick some of the extra fallen spit from
Jack's hood to use it as further cock lube on the monster meat. Jack would only feel a tongue sliding
on his rubbered cheek or jawline for a moment and then it would be over. Jack wanted all three of them but he was a prisoner of his own rubber desires, immobile, stimulated and trapped. His cock ached as he watched the two boys kissing one another and Biker's cockhead at the same time, shiny rubber and spit all over the place. The boys were avid fans of Biker and his buddy CHiP. They had a hot private sex life and Biker had been instrumental in getting them a very lucrative modeling contract. They needed to be discrete in order to maintain their careers so they proved perfect kink partners since Biker basically helped them fulfill all sorts of fantasies that - had they been public - would have destroyed their careers. Biker
motioned something and the twins stopped, Biker standing up and walking off. Jack could barely move his head so he didn't even try to. Suddenly he felt not one but two mouths on his crotch, twin tongues lapping up the sides of his hard cock. He was in heaven and his dick was rock hard. Then one twin sucked in his cock and the other took his balls into his mouth, tongues stimulating his every nerve. When Jack was close and the one twin felt his balls twitching in the early stages of ejaculation, the twin pulled off and immediately the second let Jack's hard cock slide from his mouth. At this very moment, Biker activated the cockring which inflated and pinched Jack's cock base, effectively stopping even his cum even if he'd reach the point of no return. The pressure was so sudden and strong that it bordered on pain and Jack was nuts from the 'almost release'
Biker took the twins off to the sling to fuck them both while Jack lay helplessly. In fact, watching was
even better so he had the twins drag Jack's encased body over underneath the sling and propped a rubber pillow under his head until his view was perfect. Overhead, one twin was sliding his black rubbered dick into his brother's ass while Biker slid his own considerably thicker cock into the second twin, a
train of rubber fucking going on just above Jack's head. He could hear the moaning and grunting as Biker slammed his cock into the tight ass pushing twin number 2 into twin number 1, and then the whole thing
backing up and two cocks sliding out. It was incredibly visual, nothing but black rubber covering sleek muscled bodies, hard black-sheathed cocks pumping rubberman holes. And while it was hot to look it, not being able to play with himself was driving Jack mad. If he couldn't be part of the scene he wanted to at least jerk his cock while he watched, and he couldn't. All he could do was stare and sweat, his cock throbbing. Biker slowly pulled his cock all the way out and paused. Jack lay there staring at it, dying to lick the broad shaft - but Biker had other ideas and he stepped away from the sling. Using a thick electrical cord he plugged into a small box along the wall, Biker affixed the 3 prong plug into a special outlet on Jack's suit, just behind his neck. All Jack could feel was something being connected. Biker returned to the box and selected a pre-programmed computer path and pressed start, then returned to slide his hard cock back into the second twin and resume their fucking.
even better so he had the twins drag Jack's encased body over underneath the sling and propped a rubber pillow under his head until his view was perfect. Overhead, one twin was sliding his black rubbered dick into his brother's ass while Biker slid his own considerably thicker cock into the second twin, a
train of rubber fucking going on just above Jack's head. He could hear the moaning and grunting as Biker slammed his cock into the tight ass pushing twin number 2 into twin number 1, and then the whole thing
backing up and two cocks sliding out. It was incredibly visual, nothing but black rubber covering sleek muscled bodies, hard black-sheathed cocks pumping rubberman holes. And while it was hot to look it, not being able to play with himself was driving Jack mad. If he couldn't be part of the scene he wanted to at least jerk his cock while he watched, and he couldn't. All he could do was stare and sweat, his cock throbbing. Biker slowly pulled his cock all the way out and paused. Jack lay there staring at it, dying to lick the broad shaft - but Biker had other ideas and he stepped away from the sling. Using a thick electrical cord he plugged into a small box along the wall, Biker affixed the 3 prong plug into a special outlet on Jack's suit, just behind his neck. All Jack could feel was something being connected. Biker returned to the box and selected a pre-programmed computer path and pressed start, then returned to slide his hard cock back into the second twin and resume their fucking.
Jack lay there, wondering, waiting. Nothing changed. The nipple electricity had stopped completely. Jack
pondered what could be next when suddenly tiny jolts began to zap across his skin throughout the suit. The custom suit had micro wiring and tiny electrodes throughout the interior surface that could be
activated by various computer patterns. The only necessary element to complete the mild current was
moisture so now that Jack was sweating in the bag, the current could flash across the sweat to his body and make contact. He didn't figure this out, but had it explained to him later, why the jolts and tiny fingering sensations were more prominent at first on his back, ass and leg undersides (where the sweat pooled). It wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't like the taste of electric zapping Jack had been unfortunate enough to get once with a total sadist, he hadn't liked that at all - that scene had been about pain and it just plain hurt. This was more like the kind of stimulation you might get in physical therapy, tingling, delicate like spiderweb like sensations that coursed across his body like tiny ants running frantically. The sensation moved in waves, and oscillated. Sometimes his feet would tingle and it would move up his body in a line, other times itstarted at one shoulder and spread across his body like a whisper of air. It was incredibly relaxing and a turn-on all at once. It was like being massaged while completely immobile. Now and then the current would be a little stronger in certain areas, like on his ass, and make his muscles clench involuntarily.
pondered what could be next when suddenly tiny jolts began to zap across his skin throughout the suit. The custom suit had micro wiring and tiny electrodes throughout the interior surface that could be
activated by various computer patterns. The only necessary element to complete the mild current was
moisture so now that Jack was sweating in the bag, the current could flash across the sweat to his body and make contact. He didn't figure this out, but had it explained to him later, why the jolts and tiny fingering sensations were more prominent at first on his back, ass and leg undersides (where the sweat pooled). It wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't like the taste of electric zapping Jack had been unfortunate enough to get once with a total sadist, he hadn't liked that at all - that scene had been about pain and it just plain hurt. This was more like the kind of stimulation you might get in physical therapy, tingling, delicate like spiderweb like sensations that coursed across his body like tiny ants running frantically. The sensation moved in waves, and oscillated. Sometimes his feet would tingle and it would move up his body in a line, other times itstarted at one shoulder and spread across his body like a whisper of air. It was incredibly relaxing and a turn-on all at once. It was like being massaged while completely immobile. Now and then the current would be a little stronger in certain areas, like on his ass, and make his muscles clench involuntarily.
At first this bothered him, but once he learned to relax and accept it's randomness, it became completely
sensual. He couldn't move at all but his muscles would flex in their confinement, and all the while his
face just a few feet away from a hot live porn scene above him, rubber and more rubber and big hard cocks in tight asses.
sensual. He couldn't move at all but his muscles would flex in their confinement, and all the while his
face just a few feet away from a hot live porn scene above him, rubber and more rubber and big hard cocks in tight asses.
Biker was completely familiar with the beginner's pattern of the program he had designed and the timing.
He knew the intensity and speed would pick up and paced his fucking accordingly, every now and then
watching Jack squirm a little when a muscle group tensed, his eyes glazed over and his moaning almost a
constant drone. Jack noticed the speed was increasing, and the intensity had gone up a notch, his
dick ached and he began to concentrate on cumming in his confinement. Seemingly in rhythm, Biker's fucking above him was getting faster and harder, lube and sweat dripping on to his hood. Ah fuck, I just wanna cum. Jack concentrated on the visuals above him. Biker was speed pounding the twin's ass, and twin 2 was sliding in and out of brother like a piston, all while Jack's muscle-twitching had picked up and kept moving in waves towards his crotch, it was as if his cock was a magnetic center for the current, the
twitches were at his feet and shoulders and scalp and then all of it moved towards his crotch and while this wave was moving, a second wave began, and then a third, until it was a series of electrical ripples
pulsing through him to his cock. Biker regarded the LED time on the box behind him and knew Jack was close to the end, Biker started pinching the twin's tits while he fucked his brother. He squatted ever so
slightly and aimed his cock a little higher upwards while he fucked the twin, rubbing the guy's prostate
with every slam. This set the twin off who pulled out and shot a wicked stream of hot jism all over his
brother's shiny elevated rubber thighs cuffed to the sling's chains, cum dripping down onto Jack's suit.
Biker likewise pulled out and aimed his cock at Jack's hood, shooting his thick load all over the boy. Even
if Jack hadn't been programmed electrically to explode, he would have anyway watching all this and
knowing his man was turned on. The pulsing ripples had been joined by fast and strong tingling all over
his cockring and his nipples had been jolted once again. He shot a plume of sperm up that arched over
and splatted as it landed on his bound legs. When he opened his eyes post-orgasm Biker was no longer above him, but the standing twin had his gloved fingers from both hands in his brother's ass, who had just begun to shoot as well. His cum, sliding down his brother's hood and chin, landed on Jack as well.
He knew the intensity and speed would pick up and paced his fucking accordingly, every now and then
watching Jack squirm a little when a muscle group tensed, his eyes glazed over and his moaning almost a
constant drone. Jack noticed the speed was increasing, and the intensity had gone up a notch, his
dick ached and he began to concentrate on cumming in his confinement. Seemingly in rhythm, Biker's fucking above him was getting faster and harder, lube and sweat dripping on to his hood. Ah fuck, I just wanna cum. Jack concentrated on the visuals above him. Biker was speed pounding the twin's ass, and twin 2 was sliding in and out of brother like a piston, all while Jack's muscle-twitching had picked up and kept moving in waves towards his crotch, it was as if his cock was a magnetic center for the current, the
twitches were at his feet and shoulders and scalp and then all of it moved towards his crotch and while this wave was moving, a second wave began, and then a third, until it was a series of electrical ripples
pulsing through him to his cock. Biker regarded the LED time on the box behind him and knew Jack was close to the end, Biker started pinching the twin's tits while he fucked his brother. He squatted ever so
slightly and aimed his cock a little higher upwards while he fucked the twin, rubbing the guy's prostate
with every slam. This set the twin off who pulled out and shot a wicked stream of hot jism all over his
brother's shiny elevated rubber thighs cuffed to the sling's chains, cum dripping down onto Jack's suit.
Biker likewise pulled out and aimed his cock at Jack's hood, shooting his thick load all over the boy. Even
if Jack hadn't been programmed electrically to explode, he would have anyway watching all this and
knowing his man was turned on. The pulsing ripples had been joined by fast and strong tingling all over
his cockring and his nipples had been jolted once again. He shot a plume of sperm up that arched over
and splatted as it landed on his bound legs. When he opened his eyes post-orgasm Biker was no longer above him, but the standing twin had his gloved fingers from both hands in his brother's ass, who had just begun to shoot as well. His cum, sliding down his brother's hood and chin, landed on Jack as well.
The brother helped his twin out of his sling position, and the two of them walked over into the cleaning room to wipe up their cum, then returned to the playroom. Biked had laid out a large 8' square black kiddie pool, with inflatable sides about 12" tall. It had two big pieces of rubber that covered it and zipped in
the middle, but this cover was open at the moment. He pointed to the wall where a coiled garden hose lay in wait.
the middle, but this cover was open at the moment. He pointed to the wall where a coiled garden hose lay in wait.
One of the twins aimed the hose at the pool and began to fill it, clear water rolling and puddling around
the shiny black rubber, waterproof and resilient. When it was about 4" deep, he turned of the hose and
shook a big tub of powdered veterinary lube loosely on top of the water, tossing the empty container to the
side.
the shiny black rubber, waterproof and resilient. When it was about 4" deep, he turned of the hose and
shook a big tub of powdered veterinary lube loosely on top of the water, tossing the empty container to the
side.
On Biker's orders, the twins stood and undid their wadersuits, stepping out of the thick boots to reveal
an underlaying catsuit layer, neck entry, form-fitting, with built in cock and ball sheath and
ass zip. Before, Jack could only see their shoulders and arms in the tight suits, now their nice asses and
streamlined physiques were perfectly detailed. He wished he could move so he could see more, but his
vision was limited to where he could aim his restrained head. Still wearing the hoods, one couldn't tell one twin from the other. The twins undid Jack's hood, then the straps on Jack's suit, and then the front zip, slowly extracting the fatigued rubberman from his enclosure. Jack emerged sweaty and stiff, and stood up, but before he could stretch Biker had his arms around his chest from behind pinning his movement and the twins fetched new gear. With a quick spray on the inside, it was easy to slide a pair of simple tights over his sweaty legs, a 3-way zip evident as they pulled them up over his hard crotch, cockring still in place.. Mmmmmmmmm Jack loved the tight feel of rubber on his ass.
an underlaying catsuit layer, neck entry, form-fitting, with built in cock and ball sheath and
ass zip. Before, Jack could only see their shoulders and arms in the tight suits, now their nice asses and
streamlined physiques were perfectly detailed. He wished he could move so he could see more, but his
vision was limited to where he could aim his restrained head. Still wearing the hoods, one couldn't tell one twin from the other. The twins undid Jack's hood, then the straps on Jack's suit, and then the front zip, slowly extracting the fatigued rubberman from his enclosure. Jack emerged sweaty and stiff, and stood up, but before he could stretch Biker had his arms around his chest from behind pinning his movement and the twins fetched new gear. With a quick spray on the inside, it was easy to slide a pair of simple tights over his sweaty legs, a 3-way zip evident as they pulled them up over his hard crotch, cockring still in place.. Mmmmmmmmm Jack loved the tight feel of rubber on his ass.
"Hands out and put it on" Biker voice was demanding as the Twins approached with a rubber straight jacket back zip undone. Biker released Jack and he slid his arms into the top as Biker zipped up the back and the boys crossed the arms and affixed the two attached straps. There were no leg straps because the tightly tapered coat hugged the waist below where the tights ended. Jack was so hard in his tights, being
manhandled by 3 hot rubbermen knowing it was only going to get better. Restrain me? like I don't love
every minute of this, he thought.
manhandled by 3 hot rubbermen knowing it was only going to get better. Restrain me? like I don't love
every minute of this, he thought.
Biker likewise removed his boots so as not to tear the pod. He also donned a simple hood, his body now
completely covered in rubber as well.
completely covered in rubber as well.
Biker had the twins place Jack in the center of the rubber pool, the water now thickened into a gel like
consistency. There wasn't much Jack could do with his arms bound so he just lay there, looking at the twins who now knelt down on either side of him. Then, after hooking an oxygen tube to one corner of the pool's cover, Biker stepped inside and pulled the overhead zipper closed, one twin aiding him as they enclosed the foursome. The bag's top becoming a ceiling flush with the tallest person's head when kneeling and collapsing inward on any vacant area. The bag becoming one oversized black dark rubber womb. Jack could see nothing now but felt a gloved hand offering some of the pooled lube into his warm mouth, he licked the rubber covered fingers, jelly filling his mouth and then suddenly a cock was pumping his face, obviously one of the twins since it wasn't as thick as Biker's. He felt his legs being lifted and the back zip on his tights being undone, cool watery lube rushing over his bared skin and crack as a thumb
probed his hot and ready ass. As Biker lined his cock up in the slick interior, the other twin undid Jack's crotch zipper further and began to suck on his cock, Jack lay there in black rubber ecstasy, lube sloshing
and splashing about as they played, hard cocks penetrating his two holes, his cock being nibbled by what he knew was a hot stud. Rubbery hands teasing his balls, pinching his nipples through the straight jacket, this was fucking the best.
consistency. There wasn't much Jack could do with his arms bound so he just lay there, looking at the twins who now knelt down on either side of him. Then, after hooking an oxygen tube to one corner of the pool's cover, Biker stepped inside and pulled the overhead zipper closed, one twin aiding him as they enclosed the foursome. The bag's top becoming a ceiling flush with the tallest person's head when kneeling and collapsing inward on any vacant area. The bag becoming one oversized black dark rubber womb. Jack could see nothing now but felt a gloved hand offering some of the pooled lube into his warm mouth, he licked the rubber covered fingers, jelly filling his mouth and then suddenly a cock was pumping his face, obviously one of the twins since it wasn't as thick as Biker's. He felt his legs being lifted and the back zip on his tights being undone, cool watery lube rushing over his bared skin and crack as a thumb
probed his hot and ready ass. As Biker lined his cock up in the slick interior, the other twin undid Jack's crotch zipper further and began to suck on his cock, Jack lay there in black rubber ecstasy, lube sloshing
and splashing about as they played, hard cocks penetrating his two holes, his cock being nibbled by what he knew was a hot stud. Rubbery hands teasing his balls, pinching his nipples through the straight jacket, this was fucking the best.
They played in the womb for what seemed like hours. The only sensations were the sound of rubber sliding against rubber, of splashing lube and hot moans, sucking mouths, cock punched asslips, an occasional slap from a rubber glove against a rubber covered muscle, the smell of mansweat and latex, no light, no visuals, just a surreal darkness experience of latex and mansex. Limbs rubbed over limbs, everyone besides Jack was free to move, to pinch, grobe, rub, Jack could only use his mouth and tongue while his ass was fingered, probed, pounded in turn by one of the three rubbermen he had been entombed with in this darkness. The air warmed quickly but Jack knew they wouldn't
suffocate, Biker was too resourceful, and the cool pure oxygen ventilating in kept the breathing rates
normal, extra air escaping from the top zipper.
suffocate, Biker was too resourceful, and the cool pure oxygen ventilating in kept the breathing rates
normal, extra air escaping from the top zipper.
From outside, in the playroom CHiP walked into to a seething mound of black rubber, indistinguishable body parts as maybe an ass or a hand would rub against the bag's top surface and every now and then lube would seep from the top zipper like pre-cum. Biker knew the routine and removed his helmet and boots, so that his rubber socked feet would be safer inside. The hood he had worn under his bike helmet would prove sufficient and before he unzipped one edge of the bag he went to the closet and grabbed a few toys - an inflatable dildo, a double ended butt plug, a vibrator, etc. He undid just two and a half feet of the cover zipper from one end.
Jack noticed only briefly that the action paused for a moment, some glimmer of light in the black rubber but he was so discombobulated, sensing only limbs and muscles over his face and a cock as usual stuffed in his mouth that he didn't realize a fifth person was to join them.
CHiP threw the toys in to one side and then sat down, sliding in his feet towards one corner where there
appeared to be space, pulling himself into the bag and zipping it behind him. He was immediately greeted by one of the twins who met him with a hot kiss and some lube to rub all over his hood. CHiP grabbed the hot muscled stud and pushed him into the other three men sliding around in the middle, his codpiece hard and now lube covered, the eager twin rapidly undoing his master's pouch, knowing the treat that waited for him. While the one twin went down on CHiP, CHiP felt for Biker and soon the two hot business partners were sucking face in the darkness and swapping mouthfuls of warm sweat and rubber scented lube. Biker whispered in CHiPs hood and the two of them felt around for the straightjacketed Jack. Biker then sat on Jack's face, his beefy muscled cheeks on Jack's forehead - while CHiP positioned himself the other direction, legs scissored around Biker's big legs, their two cocks lining up. CHiP displacing some of his weight on Jack's chest and supporting the rest of his body on his arms braced out to the sides. One of the twins positioned himself above this challenge while his brother scooped lube up from the bag's floor and
rubbed it on the two hard cocks, his brother's well-trained ass sliding on to the first cock's head
and easily swallowing it up until the second head began to stretch his hole. His brother's gloved
fingers teased and probed the warm hole in the blackness, stroking the rim to get him to relax and
helping in the second cock. Once both heads were in and he had adjusted to it, CHiP stroking the boy's
upright cock poking his chest, the boy began to ever so slowly lower himself. Freed of his need, the
second twin took the opportunity to slide over to Jack, lifting his tight covered legs over his
shoulders which also supported CHiP's back and positioning his ever horny cock to plunge into Jack's
hole. Once he had slid in, Jack was in an almost indescribable euphoria of sensations, smell and
tastes. The second twin, fucking Jack, bent forward and kissed CHiP who had now leaned back, the twin's
hand pumping Jack's cock underneath them. Without light, the sensations were reduced to sound and touch, the smell being such a constant that it was secondary. Jack could barely taste the latex which was
everywhere, there was such an overage of it: on his tastebuds, gloved hands, hard cocks, muscled thighs, and right now if he could only see, hot muscled studs double fucking on top of him. Dildo's replaced or
joined hard cocks, his mouth, his ass, they were always occupied with either something human sheathed in rubber, or something rubber shaped like a cock.
CHiP threw the toys in to one side and then sat down, sliding in his feet towards one corner where there
appeared to be space, pulling himself into the bag and zipping it behind him. He was immediately greeted by one of the twins who met him with a hot kiss and some lube to rub all over his hood. CHiP grabbed the hot muscled stud and pushed him into the other three men sliding around in the middle, his codpiece hard and now lube covered, the eager twin rapidly undoing his master's pouch, knowing the treat that waited for him. While the one twin went down on CHiP, CHiP felt for Biker and soon the two hot business partners were sucking face in the darkness and swapping mouthfuls of warm sweat and rubber scented lube. Biker whispered in CHiPs hood and the two of them felt around for the straightjacketed Jack. Biker then sat on Jack's face, his beefy muscled cheeks on Jack's forehead - while CHiP positioned himself the other direction, legs scissored around Biker's big legs, their two cocks lining up. CHiP displacing some of his weight on Jack's chest and supporting the rest of his body on his arms braced out to the sides. One of the twins positioned himself above this challenge while his brother scooped lube up from the bag's floor and
rubbed it on the two hard cocks, his brother's well-trained ass sliding on to the first cock's head
and easily swallowing it up until the second head began to stretch his hole. His brother's gloved
fingers teased and probed the warm hole in the blackness, stroking the rim to get him to relax and
helping in the second cock. Once both heads were in and he had adjusted to it, CHiP stroking the boy's
upright cock poking his chest, the boy began to ever so slowly lower himself. Freed of his need, the
second twin took the opportunity to slide over to Jack, lifting his tight covered legs over his
shoulders which also supported CHiP's back and positioning his ever horny cock to plunge into Jack's
hole. Once he had slid in, Jack was in an almost indescribable euphoria of sensations, smell and
tastes. The second twin, fucking Jack, bent forward and kissed CHiP who had now leaned back, the twin's
hand pumping Jack's cock underneath them. Without light, the sensations were reduced to sound and touch, the smell being such a constant that it was secondary. Jack could barely taste the latex which was
everywhere, there was such an overage of it: on his tastebuds, gloved hands, hard cocks, muscled thighs, and right now if he could only see, hot muscled studs double fucking on top of him. Dildo's replaced or
joined hard cocks, his mouth, his ass, they were always occupied with either something human sheathed in rubber, or something rubber shaped like a cock.
Jack awoke in bed. He didn't remember how the evening finished, or when. He only knew he was so tired that when they had finally emerged and released him from his straightjacket, he felt as if he had come a dozen times. He was beyond exhaustion and stimulation and Biker had the Twins rinse him and carry him upstairs, leaving him to bed. In the future, Biker would work Jack up to these marathon sex sessions, he had overlooked that this was all new to Jack and miscalculated the boy's energy level. When Jack
awoke, he was so out of it, he was going to take a shower and then decided on just a pee, but sat down because he felt like falling over in the bathroom. He flushed and headed to the kitchen, naked, leaning on
the stair rail as he went.
awoke, he was so out of it, he was going to take a shower and then decided on just a pee, but sat down because he felt like falling over in the bathroom. He flushed and headed to the kitchen, naked, leaning on
the stair rail as he went.
"Whoa, so the sleeper a wakes."
"I can't believe how tired I am, or how sore I am." Jack answered.
"Well 8 hours of fucking and sucking will do that to you." Biker chuckled.
"Eight hours?", so it wasn't a dream. "Was there a bondage pool scene or something?" Jack asked, drowsy and clouded.
"Oh yeah, and a lot more. You'll probably remember more later. You're just suffering from physical
exhaustion, make sure you have some sports drink with breakfast and then you should probably take another nap. I'll get you up for a late lunch. We'll be going out again tonight, but not to Hole."
Jack was so tired, he didn't even respond, he just looked at Biker who had one of those shit-eating grins
on his face while he made Jack an omelet. His hair was tousled so he figured even Biker was sleepy this
morning if he hadn't showered. Jack just didn't even have the energy for words and sat there hunched over the table sucking down his hot coffee which warmed him but didn't wake him. His ass felt like he'd eaten chili peppers for a week it burned so much. "Here, eat. And then go back to bed. I'll let you
know when you need to be up." Biker set the plate in front of Jack, and after cleaning up, headed
downstairs. Jack figured he could clean up later in the playroom or Biker would have told him to, the guy
had told him to sleep and he desperately needed some shuteye. He felt like he had been clubbing all night
or something, that dizzy-not-even-rational state of fatigue. He wolfed his breakfast and then went upstairs and crawled into bed. He woke when Biker brought him lunch in bed, which he thought was
incredibly sexy but he couldn't have gotten an erection at the moment if winning the lotto depended
on it. Biker saw how tired Jack was and fed him lunch like a baby while he sat there, his naked back propped up against two rubbery pillows, his athletic build emphasized both by the now hairless skin and it's paleness against the black rubber bed sheets. When he was done, Biker told him to get some more sleep because he'd need it. Jack crashed back into the soft rubber sheets and dozed off, getting up once in the afternoon to use the bathroom, then falling soundly asleep.
"I can't believe how tired I am, or how sore I am." Jack answered.
"Well 8 hours of fucking and sucking will do that to you." Biker chuckled.
"Eight hours?", so it wasn't a dream. "Was there a bondage pool scene or something?" Jack asked, drowsy and clouded.
"Oh yeah, and a lot more. You'll probably remember more later. You're just suffering from physical
exhaustion, make sure you have some sports drink with breakfast and then you should probably take another nap. I'll get you up for a late lunch. We'll be going out again tonight, but not to Hole."
Jack was so tired, he didn't even respond, he just looked at Biker who had one of those shit-eating grins
on his face while he made Jack an omelet. His hair was tousled so he figured even Biker was sleepy this
morning if he hadn't showered. Jack just didn't even have the energy for words and sat there hunched over the table sucking down his hot coffee which warmed him but didn't wake him. His ass felt like he'd eaten chili peppers for a week it burned so much. "Here, eat. And then go back to bed. I'll let you
know when you need to be up." Biker set the plate in front of Jack, and after cleaning up, headed
downstairs. Jack figured he could clean up later in the playroom or Biker would have told him to, the guy
had told him to sleep and he desperately needed some shuteye. He felt like he had been clubbing all night
or something, that dizzy-not-even-rational state of fatigue. He wolfed his breakfast and then went upstairs and crawled into bed. He woke when Biker brought him lunch in bed, which he thought was
incredibly sexy but he couldn't have gotten an erection at the moment if winning the lotto depended
on it. Biker saw how tired Jack was and fed him lunch like a baby while he sat there, his naked back propped up against two rubbery pillows, his athletic build emphasized both by the now hairless skin and it's paleness against the black rubber bed sheets. When he was done, Biker told him to get some more sleep because he'd need it. Jack crashed back into the soft rubber sheets and dozed off, getting up once in the afternoon to use the bathroom, then falling soundly asleep.
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