A Night in the Woods

Copyright © c1988

(NOTE: This isn’t one of my stories, and I don’t know who the author is or when it was originally written, however I first came across it in a 1988 New World Rubber Men newsletter, but without an author’s credit; it may have been written by a member specifically for the newsletter. Pre-Internet it was difficult to find hot stories of this type, unless one had access to magazines like Drummer, Mach, etc., which were banned in Canada due to homosexual content. I’m posting it here to breathe some new life into a long-forgotten bit of kink history.)

 

Part One

Menacingly dark clouds gathered and the forest grew steadily gloomier. All too quickly the rain fell in torrents; much of its impact being lost on the umbrella effect of the trees. Even so, I became very wet. I trudged on from tree to tree for a hundred yards or so before I smelled it. It was unmistakeable: wood smoke. The heavy rain had prevented it from rising and it swirled lazily thought the trees. My first thoughts were that a scout group might be camping nearby, or some holiday makers had pushed further into the forest than the majority of them do. It transpired to be neither possibility, rather a forest cottage was the source of the pine scented vapour.

The cottage was old, stone built and stood in a very much overgrown garden. The smoke emanated from the chimney indicated that it was lived in and I therefore decided to seek shelter while my sodden clothes dried out and perhaps wait until the rain had abated. Despite the fact that it was now quite dark outside the cottage, no light showed inside. I was soon through the unkempt garden and knocking at the front door. There was no response so I knocked again, but there was still no reply. I waited a minute or so and then banged on the door in case the occupant might be hard of hearing. Still no reply, but my heavier knocking had made the door swing inward slightly. I paused for several minutes before deciding to go in. As I pushed the door, it swung inward without a sound and I stood in the corner of a large, barely furnished room with a small fire burning in a large fireplace to the left of me. The small windows were heavily curtained and the light from the door did not spread far. I called out but no one answered, but as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I could take out the shape of a figure against the end wall furthest away from me. I spoke again but the figure didn’t move or utter a word. I moved forward and when I could see more clearly I stopped in my tracks.

The figure was clad in a skin tight rubber suit that completely covered his body and head, and his body was held firmly to the stone wall by gleaming bands of steel. He was held in a spread-eagle position with bands around his wrists, elbows, ankles, thighs, waist, chest and neck: the bands themselves were D-shaped and were fitted into sockets in the wall. The sight of this bound man clad in rubber began to excite me, and half afraid I quickly glanced around, but all was quiet. With rising excitement I moved forward and then noticed that his head was well and truly covered; there were no eye or nose holes in the hood, and in place of a mouth hole, there was a rubber tube that lead to a hole in the wall. I then noticed that also clad in rubber and standing out from his crotch was his erect cock.

Still half afraid I glanced around again but there was still no one there. I put out my hand and took hold of the rubber clad cock. It was rock hard and the guy writhed in agony within his steel bonds. I then fell to my knees and slowly took the black rubber cock into my mouth. I felt it shudder and the guy groaned with the agony of this slow torture. The guy must have been half crazed as he could barely move within the confines of the steel bands. I put a hand out and ran it up his smooth black leg from the ankle to the crotch. All that did was to make him worse, and I felt it wouldn’t take much more to make him come and I guessed that such a good thing gas not supposed to happen to him. After all, someone had put him under such heavy restraint, probably with the idea of immobilising him so that he couldn’t indulge in active sex, either with himself or with anyone else.

I heard a noise behind me and I swung around with my heart pounding. Standing right behind me were two guys what I could only see in silhouette, as the pale light of the door was behind them. Before I could stand up or utter a word, they were upon me, grabbing an arm each, pulling them behind my back and snapping handcuffs on them. They pulled me upright and pushed me towards the door in the far left of the wall, to which the guy was secured. We passed through into what could only just be described as a kitchen. One of the guys let go of me and went across to a side table, struck a match and lit a paraffin lamp that threw a yellow glow all over the room. The guy then went to a dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a metal collar with a long length of chain attached to it. He came back, fastened it around my neck, and padlocked the two halves together at the rear. He then padlocked the other end of the chain to an iron in the wall.

“So you like our rubber friend,” said the guy at the side of me in a husky voice. I couldn’t bring myself to answer.

“Come, come,” he said. “You were obviously enjoying yourself when we came in.”

“Yes,” I bleated out. By now I had a chance to take these guys in. They were both dressed in full black rubber suits, which included penis sheaths like the captive in the other room, and both were sporting erections. Their heads were also covered, but unlike the captive’s they had eye, mouth and nose holes. They were about the same build and I couldn’t distinguish between them.

“Take your clothes of,” said the first guy. Knowing what had happened to the captive, I didn’t hesitate. While I was getting undressed, the second guy went to a tall cupboard and opened it. Inside was a row of rubber suits. After contemplating them for a few moments, he selected one and brought it across to me. The collar and chain had not impeded my efforts and I already stood there naked.

Again it was the first guy who spoke and said, “Put this on.” He handed me the suit which had already been unzipped and the top part folded down over the legs. I took the suit noticing that it had already been dusted with French chalk. First I put in one leg and then the other. I had to pull fairly hard as it was quite a tight fit. I was just about to pull the suit up around my body when the second guy grabbed my cock and pumped it to full erection. Then they both helped to pull up the suit, which was like the others were sheathed in. Then while one guy eased my erect cock into the sheath the other lubricated my ass. Something was then inserted in my ass, and I felt lubricant being pumped in. I felt the cool rubber gripping my ass and belly, as the suit was pulled up. Each guy took and arm and eased them into the suit, and soon the tight suit gripped my torso as it was zipped up. The collar was removed and I was told to bend my head forward. I did so and a hood was pulled onto my head. It had no eye holes and apparently no nose holes, only a mouth hole for breathing. I was told to bend over and as I did so the collar was replaced and something hard was slowly eased into my ass. After a short while, there was a tug at my neck that indicated that I should move forward. I was lead away by the tugging at my neck until the first guy told me to stop.

“You are about to go down some steps,” he said. “There is a wall on either side so you need not worry about falling if you are careful.” The tug came again and I inched myself forward, feeling for the edge of the steps with my feet. The bottom of the steps was reached without too much difficulty and a few paces further I was halted. Now I was becoming very aware of a tingling sensation in my cock, balls and ass.

“Turn around,” said the same guy again. They then took hold of my arms and eased me backwards until my thighs came into contact with something hard.

“Sit down,” said the guy and when I had done so I was told to lay down. I was then told to roll over onto my front. The two guys guided me so I did not roll off what appeared to be a bench. What must have been padded leather straps were fastened around my wrists, forearms, ankles, lower legs and thighs. I had a good idea of what was going to happen to me. I had always dreamed of the day when I would be suspended in mid-air and these two guys seemed to be able to read my mind. Some kind of harness must have been lying on the bench as straps were drawn up around my crotch and I was told to lift my ass. I did so and my cock and balls were eased through the harness. Other straps were drawn around my hips, waist, chest, and over my shoulders and fastened to a strap running the length of my back. Another hood was pulled over my head and a tube was pushed into my mouth before it slipped over my chin. A collar was locked around my neck holding the second hood in place. A head harness was then loosely strapped over my head.

My mind turned from my impending suspension to my cock, balls and ass, where the tingling was now turning to burning. I began to writhe on the bench surprised that I found the burning exciting. The mechanics must have been well executed because the lift came at all points simultaneously. How far I had been lifted I had no idea, because once I was clear of the bench there appeared to be no sensation of movement. Even with the burning in my cock, balls and ass, my erection got even harder and my mind seemed to reach a new dimension as I hung there. The two guys were then at my head and seemed to be attaching something to the tube in my mouth. A moment later I breathed in some poppers, sending the blood to my head and making me very high. I began to thrash around at the end of the chains, or ropes, but it was really useless, as I just swung there; almost in oblivion. Then came a hissing sound and I was soon aware of the rubber hood beginning to press against my face and the rest of my head. The pressure increased until I could no longer feel the straps of the harness against my face. Just as I was getting used to the pressure around my head, the sides of the tube in my mouth started to swell and slowly inflated to fill my mouth. I could still breathe through the tube, in fact it was all I could breathe through.

The two guys turned their attention to my ass and I felt the dildo being removed. It was immediately replaced by something softer and as soon as they seemed to be satisfied that it was in place, I found that the mouth gag was deflated, and in the next instant, I realized I was breathing in poppers again. Slowly the mouth gag was being inflated and I was then aware that whatever was up my ass was also expanding. My mind seemed to reach a blowing point, as the pressure in my mouth and ass increased seeming to completely fill both orifices. My cock was rigid and I was dying for it to be played with or even abused; so great was my desire to find it the focus of these two guys attention.

As the effect of the poppers began to subside and my back came into contact with something solid, I felt the guys brushing against me and a moment later something made of many ribs pressed against most of my body and head. I heard the sound of metal against metal and the clicking of locks, after which they must have slackened the ropes, because I moved down against the ribs. One of the guys then took hold of my cock, pulled on it a couple of times to satisfy himself that it was rack hard. He then pushed it up against whatever was enclosing me and moved something into place, which seemed to grip the shaft of my cock and hold it in place. My mind tried to visualise what had happened and as my body struggled in the tight embrace, I realised that I had been caged against the ceiling of the cellar. I could hardly believe it but there could be no other explanation for the trap in which I seemed to be held.

Time passed, although I had no idea how much. It almost seemed like an eternity, since I didn’t hear or feel anything. During this time, I lapsed from periods of rest and exhaustion to periods of full excitement, when my whole body seemed to be extra sensory and I seemed to be very high. The tight rubber suit, the inflated gag and butt plug, and my whole caged body heightened my sexuality to a bursting point and to self-induced orgasm. I had even passed urine without knowing or caring where it went.

After what seemed like hours, I was pulled upwards slightly and my cock was released from its constriction and the body cage was released. The gag and butt plug were deflated and the head harness and inflatable hood were also removed. The head harness was replaced so that my head was still suspended at the end of the ropes. Then I heard a voice say, “You wanted that cock upstairs so now you can have it.” Then I felt someone take hold of my cock and something warm closed over the cock-head. Almost at the same time a cock-head thrust its way into my mouth. The cock was enveloped in rubber and I sucked on it greedily. I continued to be lowered very slowly so that more cock pushed into my mouth. Fingers then pried open my mouth and I was forced to breath in poppers. The lowering continued and very soon I had the whole rubber clad shaft of the cock in my mouth. My tongue ran up, down, and around its smooth form and my lips closed tight around it and I sucked hard. At the same time my own cock had pushed slowly down into the guy’s mouth and was beautifully sucked and licked. I tried to thrust downward, to plunge it further down his throat, but I couldn’t. Finally our two bodies met and I was lying on top of the other guy and our cocks were thrust down each others’ throats. Strips were then tightened around our bodies and I was disconnected from the ropes.

The straps were tied sufficiently tight to prevent us from thrusting our cocks into the others’ south. As I sucked and chewed on the rubber clad cock in my mouth, it swelled and hardened; a mirror image of what the other guy was doing to my cock. I was just beginning to think I would soon come, when we were un-strapped and made to stand up.

I was led away and judging by my sense of change of direction, I had the impression I was taken into another room. I was soon backed against a will and spread-eagled to it. Padlocks snapped closed and chains mere drawn tightly over my elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, thighs and knees. Then the rubber hood was withdrawn, to be immediately replaced with another, the front part of which was a gas mask. The face glass was blacked out and all I could smell was beautiful rubber. The sound of footsteps receded as the two guys left me, but later they returned, and from the sounds I guessed that the other guy was receiving the same treatment as me. After a short while I felt hands at my cock, but I couldn’t quite make out what was happening. Then I felt a hand at my head and somehow the mask was tied back to the wall. Suddenly I was blinded as the cover was removed from the face mask. Although the light in the cellar was not particularly intense, it was a strain at first after having been blindfolded for so long. As my eyes became accustomed to the light, I was not surprised to see the other guy chained to the wall opposite me, in exactly the way I supposed that I had been chained. What caught my attention were the three clear plastic tubes leading from the ceiling into the gas mask. Two of the tubes were very much larger in diameter that the third. While my mind was racing with thoughts about the meaning of the three tubes, my eyes caught sight of the tube attached to the guy’s cock. I then looked down to see where it went. I almost went crazy when I saw the tube ended by joining with another, which led from my cock, and a single tube ended in the mouthpiece of a facemask, which was lying on the top of a low black covered bench between the other guy and me. It could only mean one thing, there was yet another guy. Now I didn’t know if the guy I had been strapped to was the one I had seen upstairs, or whether the guy chained to the wall opposite me was the one I had seen upstairs, or whether neither was the guy upstairs. All that was certain was that someone was destined to be strapped to the bench in front of me and he was destined to take the piss from our bodies.

Minutes later, the two rubber clad guys dragged in a slave who was clad in a heavy duty black rubber diving suit that appeared to have no openings other than the neck. The slave was made to lie on the bench and was quickly strapped down. Then the face mask was put into position by one guy, while the other went off. He returned with a heavy rubber sheet and began spreading it over the slave. The tubes were removed from the mask, so that the sheet with an opening for the face could be spread over the head. The tubes were then replaced while the other guy fetched some long lengths of rope, which they promptly began using to tie the rubber sheet down over the captive slave. Once this was completed the two guys left the cellar.

Having witnessed this activity, I was very much aroused and straining in my bonds. Suddenly I found it very difficult to breathe. My laboured breathing continued for several minutes before the air supply was restored, but carrying poppers. I started to get high as liquid shot into my mouth from one of the tubes; it was wine and I found that if I closed my mouth, the wine ran to the bottom of the mask and built up until it reached the level of my mouth. I was in ecstasy and almost shot my load there and then. The wine seemed to pour in for ages, and the intermittent supplies of poppers down one of the tubes kept me high for ages. My glance reached across to the guy on the other wall and then down to the guy on the bench. He was drinking piss! It was running into the face mask down the tube from the other guy. I strained to the limits in my bonds and then I inevitably began to piss as well. No sooner had I finished, when piss spurted down into my mouth from above. I closed my mouth initially but had to drink it as the level rose in my mask.

For hours there seemed to be no end to the wine and piss I drank and the poppers I breathed and the pissing I had done. I had long since realized that the slave on the bench was pissing into his suit, as there were no apertures or tubes by which it could escape from his body. Eventually the two guys returned and released the slave from the bench, his suit bulging with the liquid it contained. He was led away for some other form of treatment no doubt.

The other guy was then released and led away, and some ten or fifteen minutes later my aching body was released from the chains and locks. I was led back upstairs and through the room I had first entered and made to lie on a black rubber-sheeted four poster bed. The two guys joined me and slowly began exploring my rubber clad body giving me poppers and making me relax. I began to react by running my hands over their beautifully smooth black bodies. We pressed closer together, all three of us getting excited and aroused. Their cocks pressed together against me, pushing harder and harder and I became ecstatic in their embraces. Suddenly one of the guys left the bed add returned a few minutes later pouring oil over my body and on the sheet. The result was almost electric as we slid our bodies against each other. The guys then positioned themselves over my body and pulled my wrists and ankles into restraints attached to the posts of the bed. I was then given a large dose of poppers and they both thrust their rubber clad cocks into my mouth. As I sucked on their cocks, they kissed and caressed each other. They then pulled themselves free from my mouth and stood at the foot of the bed making love. I resented them leaving me, as I was so highly aroused and wanted to come while in their embrace.

They parted and one of them fetched a stepladder and set it up at the side of the bed, after which they proceeded to climb up onto a transparent sheet, which I had not noticed forming the canopy of the bed. They climbed onto it and started making love. One of them reached out and there was a click. After a few moments, I perceived that the sheet, stretched between the frames on the outside of the uprights of the bed, was moving downward. I groaned and writhed in agonizing frustration as I watched this scene of sexuality. My cock was rigid as they slowly descended and I realized that I was straining upwards to meet them.

Now they were only about two feet or so above me. One of them jumps off the sheet, moves off to the side and then returns and feeds me poppers. He gets back onto the taut clear sheet to rejoin his mate and they inhale the poppers too. I sink into oblivion, my eyes transfixed on the two entwined rubber clad bodies, and my body arching up towards them. Soon my cock touches the descending sheet and it is slowly pushed down against my stomach. I begin to feel their weight against my body, and as I do so they part, pressing the plastic sheet tight over my body. I turn my head sideways in order to breathe and they press their bodies against me and caress my body through the plastic sheet. I reach a glorious climax, being completely unable to bear the torment any longer and as I do, they move together on top of me and climax themselves, thrusting their cocks against my body and kissing each other.

Minutes later they raised themselves off the sheet and winch it back up before joining me on the bed and continued to caress my body. Slowly they begin to arouse me again and when I think I as about to climax again one of them says, “You came before you were meant to. You came before we did. We will have to punish you for that.”

With that they both left the bed, one of them quickly returning with a hood, which he proceeded to pull over my head. It was heavy rubber with a large cock shaped gag inside that filled my mouth, but I was able to breathe fairly easily through my nose. A collar was fixed around my neck and padlocked in place. I was then released from the bedposts and manoeuvred down to the cellar again, where they positioned me and made me lie down on a bench. Shackles were then locked around my ankles, wrists, thighs and neck and I was left alone.

After a while I must have dozed, because the awareness of someone undoing my body brought me to my senses. The hood and gag were removed and I was ordered to stand up. The two guys had changed their rubber suits. They were now both clad in heavy duty black rubber suits complete with moulded on boots and gloves. Once I was standing upright they began to extricate me from the rubber suit that had caressed my body for hours. Despite the treatment I had received, being released from the suit made me feel rather dejected, as I thought that they had finished with me. No sooner was the last vestige of rubber pulled off my body by one guy, than the other quickly padlocked a wide leather belt around my waist. My wrists were then strapped and locked into the cuffs, which were riveted onto the sides of the belt. A medium weight cock, sheath with a tube attached was eased onto my cock and balls.

“Bend over,” said one of the guys, and as I did so a grease gun was thrust into my ass and I felt the cold penetration of the grease. The gun was withdrawn and I felt the assistant pressure of a butt plug being pushed home. Once the plug was fully inserted, I was ordered to stand up and I was then led to an iron door in the wall of the cellar. It was opened revealing what appeared to be hanging sheets of rubber.

“Now get inside,” commanded the second guy. As I stepped in, they eased me through what transpired to be a zippered opening. The inside was not very deep and I found myself touching the back of the cell. One of the guys pushed himself close against my back so that I could feel his incredibly smooth rubber clad body against my skin. He reached around my head and took hold of a hood that had been hanging against the back of the cell.

“Lower your head,” he said. I obeyed add he began to pull the hood over my head. The front part of it seemed to be moulded rubber with bladders and tubes protruding from it. Carefully two of the tubes were inserted into my nostrils. A bigger tube and two bladders were pushed into my mouth and the hood was pulled into place and was somehow locked on around my neck. The guy withdrew and I felt the rubber being pulled around my body and a zip was then pulled down from over my head to my shoulder blades. I was told to move forward. I moved slightly and found myself pressing against a body shaped mould. I felt hands between my legs doing something with the tubes and then the zip was pulled all the way down to my feet, holding me quite firmly. Then I heard a metallic sound as the door was closed and locked behind me.

Noting happened for quite a time and the hiss of air was surprising when it came. After quite a short while, I felt the rubber in which I was sheathed begin to press against me and I realized the predicament in which I had been imprisoned. I was sealed in an inflatable sheath, which was contained within an unyielding metal cell. Slowly the pressure increased and my legs were pushed firmly together and my arms were held at my sides. My cock, which by now was quite erect, was held in a downward position by the inflating rubber. Then I smelled poppers flooding into my nostrils. The pressure increased still further all around my body and I got higher and higher. Then the two bladders in my mouth started to fill and increased in size until they seemed to fill my mouth to the limits, but still I could breathe through the mouth tube and nostrils. When I thought I was getting used to the gags, I was fed more poppers and then the tubes in my nose began to expand filling my nostrils. This just about blew my mind and I urgently wanted to come. The increasing pressure seemed to ease off and I was startled by liquid flushing into my mouth. With the inflated gags, I was just about able to swallow it without too much difficulty. It seemed to spread a warmth through my stomach and then I felt it move down through my guts and before long, I emptied my bladder and gut quite uncontrollably.

As my cock strained with utter frustration, poppers flooded into my nose. As the blood rushed to my head, with my body quite helplessly encapsulated and pressurized, I reached an incredible climax. My whole body strained in its tight rubber embrace and I could not control a second climax, almost within minutes of the first. I really felt that I was in some kind of oblivion and seemed to drift into a pressurized blackness.

I became aware of consciousness returning as if I had been in a deep sleep. I tried to move but couldn’t. I opened my eyes and found myself in a sparsely furnished room with a log burning. My face was clad in rubber and I then realized my body was also in rubber, but still I could not move. I turned my head to the side and I caught sight of the fire reflecting on a steel band that secured my wrist to the wall…

 

 

Part Two

I had no idea or what new rubber experience was to follow. I visualised the guy that I had found in this room so long ago, bound in full rubber to the wall. After a little looking around, I realized I was bound differently. The bondage spot that held that guy was across the room and empty, the steel bands attached to the stone wall just visible in the dim light. I was attached to a smooth surface. Off to my right and left were tall, wide mirrors, and standing next to them were two video cameras. I became aroused just looking at myself in a tight black latex body suit, and bound to a shiny steel surface. My cock and balls encased in a moulded latex sheath.

A door opened and two guys in tight black rubber suits and heavy hip boots folded down at the knee entered the room. Their faces were hidden behind full face respirators that amplified the sound of their breathing. There were no other sounds. Even in the poor light I could see they were beautifully built, with bulging biceps, full pecs, narrow waists, and well muscled legs, all sharply defined under their stretched latex. Their cod pieces bulged over their ample tools.

One hit a light switch, and the room was flooded with light. Their black suits were shined with silicone. One was carrying a small tray. They came up to me, said nothing at first. I could hear only their amplified breathing.

“This house belongs to a special club. You how have the option to join if you can pass the endurance tests. A new club member is a slave to the Club Masters for a year.

“Do you want to attempt to pass the test and join the Club?”

Half crazy with the wildness of the scene and the past days of sex, I said, “Yes!”

With my answer, one of the masters pulled the hood off my head, and the other turned and put the tray on a table. They then placed it large rubber sheet with a hole in it over my head, and attached a tight collar around my neck.

The first guy turned towards me with a pair of hair clippers in his gloved hands. A menacing smile broke across his face. My cock began to come to life as I heard their muffled laughs. One of then said, “We have more plans for you.” In a few minutes my hair was off and lying on the rubber sheet around my neck. This was followed by lather and a straight razor. The tension was almost unbearable. His gloved hand moving across my scalp, the sharp scraping of the razor; his beautifully muscled body in tight rubber pressing me against the steel surface, the sounds of his breathing through his respirator, and the image of my having a shaved head all had my cock longing for attention.

After what seemed forever the other guy began to wipe the remaining lather from my head with a warm wet towel. He then removed the collar and sheet. This followed by several more warm towels, and then a slippery liquid lubricant.

They left taking the tray and in a minute returned, both pushing a large low black metallic box. The side of the box coming toward me was sloped back at an angle. They pushed the box between my bound legs. One of the guys opened a compartment on the top of the box and took out a black rubber hood. He turned to me with a smile, “You will now know what a rubber hood should really feel like, smooth and tight all over your head.” The hood was small but slipped easily over my head because of the lubricant. It was very tight, but had large openings for my eyes and mouth. It had thick rubber plugs that he manoeuvred into my ears and two stiff tubes that he inserted up my nostrils. The ends of the tubes were moulded into the hood and ran across my face like a long moustache. He attached the loose ends of the tubes to two outlets coming from either side of my head. He also attached a thin cable to an outlet on the surface. I could hear a faint click in my ears, and then everything went silent. With his shiny gloved hands he pressed the hood smoothly across my head and face. I could feel it move smoothly over my lubricated scalp, a feeling that made my cock dance even higher.

While the hood was being placed on my head, the other guy was dragging lines and hoses into the room and attaching them to the back of the box. He threw several switches on the side of the box, and I could feel motors inside start up. This was all becoming more fantastic than I could manage.

From the top of the box, the guy who put the hood on me held up a heavy rubber crotch harness. It had two round holes with thick rubber gaskets. First, they smeared some lubricant over my rubber encased cock and then worked my balls through the tight lower hole and then forced my rigid cock through the other. They fixed the thick wide rubber waist band tightly around me and then pulled the two leg straps up snugly on either side

I stared at my bound body in the mirrors. For a moment I blocked out the realization that it was me. There was just the form of a man encased in tight black rubber, bound by steel bands to a steel slab. Cock and balls bound in a harness prepared for special attention. I was brought back to myself when a blast of poppers filled my nostrils and I floated off as my head filled with hot blood under the tight hood. I became oblivious of the room around me, and was taken over by the heightened sensation of the tight rubber which encased me. My attention was refocused by the bands suddenly tightening me more firmly against the steel surface. Only my head was free to move at all.

Out of the box my masters pulled out two clear plastic cylinders and a metallic shaft. They looked at me with broad grins. The voice of one of them suddenly seemed to fill my head through the plugs in my ears, “Lets see if he can handle these.” They approached me, holding their implements up before my face. “These are for you!” Pointing to the longer cylinder one of them added. “We think you will especially enjoy what this will do to that rod of yours.”

My eyes however were fixed on the steel shaft. It had a bulbous head and a thick shaft that widened further as it neared its base. I could only imagine what it could do to my ass. One guy took the steel dildo and reached between my legs and began sliding it up and down the rubber on my immobilized ass, and pressing it against my bound balls and cock. He pressed his face plate against my face and laughed. “This is going to open your tight ass! Then the machine is going to take out of you, every drop of man cum you’ve got. When this is finished with you, if you are still a man, you will be one of our rubber slaves.” I could feel a new menace in his laugh, and his rigid cock pressed against my log through his stretched latex codpiece.

In the mirror I could see him attach the shaft into a socket on the machine between my legs. He lubricated the shaft and then signalled the other guy who pressed some buttons on the control panel. The steel shaft advanced on a piston toward my ass. It stopped just as I could feel the cold head again press against my asshole.

Then he took the wide plastic cylinder and slid it over my balls and attached it to the harness. He twisted on a hose from the box, and the suction began pulling my balls down into the cylinder. Before he slid the other cylinder in place over my cock, he pulled the end of the rubber sheath away from my cock head and cut it off with scissors. The sheath retracted back behind my swollen glands, which glistened with rubber sweat and precum, and he twist-locked the cylinder onto the ring of the harness. The cylinder was much longer than any cock could need. He attached a hose to the end, and set the end of the cylinder into a bracket on the box. In a minute my cock swelled under the power or the auction. My two masters backed away from the machine and table to admire the scene.

I wanted to unload my balls, if only someone or something would touch my cock. I struggled to grind my hips and rub my cock against the sides of the cylinder for relief, but my body was so tightly bound that I could do nothing to release my trapped passion. For the first time in hours I spoke. “Please Sir! Make me cum.”

One of my masters came up to me, and after staring at me from behind his faceplate, twisted my tits sharply with his gloved hands. He continued the twisting and pressure as he instructed me that my cock belonged to them and I could ask for nothing. They would use me as they wanted. Pain shot across my chest when he let my tits go.

I’m going to do you a favour, so you don’t get into any more trouble by opening your mouth. He jammed a thick rubber cock gag into my mouth, and fastened a rubber harness around my head. He pulled the roller buckles tightly to secure the gag deep into my mouth. He then attached the top of the harness to something, and I could no longer bend my neck. I could see my cock only through the reflection in the mirrors. I could only breathe through the piss hole of the gag, and hardly a groan could come out of my mouth.

My other master pushed some buttons on the box and the steel dildo began to press against my asshole. Immediately all my attention was focused on trying to relax my sphincter to allow the head of that shaft to pass. The steel was cold and my ass tightened reflexively. Despite my efforts, the pain began to mount as the head pushed upward and into me. My head filled with the pain of being torn open. A groan of pain rolled out my throat and around the gag and into the room. The shaft kept pushing and forcing my ass to open wider. Just as I approached being overloaded, my nostrils and head filled with poppers. Their hot wave rushed over me as the steel head pushed in. My head filled with the groan that erupted out of my gut, as I swallowed the steel into my ass. My body went limp, but was kept upright by the many bands that held me to the table.

As I adjusted to the pain and pressure flowing from my stuffed ass, my cock again slowly began to become the focus of my consciousness. It wanted to explode, but was trapped in a sensationless cylinder. Then the vacuum began to increase. My cock painfully expanded well beyond any natural size. A grimace built across my face as my teeth bit down on the hard rubber cock in my mouth. I started a futile effort to squirm, so as to try and avoid the pain that was erupting down the length of my cock. The effort only caused the steel shaft in my ass to work its way deeper into my gut. As feelings of panic approached, the suction broke.

I could feel sweat break out all over my body and build into hot streams inside my tight rubber suit. My body’s reaction to the intense pain induced a need for air greater than could be pushed through or around the plug in my mouth. It took several minutes before I had any control over myself.

The voice of one of my masters came through the ear plugs. “Don’t fight it. Give yourself over to these new sensations. Your body can take more that you imagine. You are ours. Let go!”

I focused on those last words as I felt the auction begin to build again on both my cock and balls. I forced myself to breathe slowly and to visualize one of Hun’s drawings of a bound stud with his monster cock and balls bound in tight rubber thongs. As I held to the image, my head filled with a shot of poppers. Now the machine and my masters could have all of me.

This sequence was repeated over and over again, each time the amount of auction increased until again I reached a new pain threshold. I felt like I was floating in hot sweat inside my rubber suit. It was collecting around my feet and in the fingers of my gloved hands.

My masters approached me from either side. They ran their hands over my body. My tight latex suit slid smoothly over my sweat covered skull. One of the masters pinched my tit with his gloved hand and said, “You’ve done well. Most slaves can’t take that much. We might be able to use you, if you can hold up to the rest. For now, you’ve earned a little release.”

One of them returned to the box and threw some switches. In a coordinated sequence, the dildo began to withdraw and then thrust. The suction in both cylinders increased quickly and fell. The rhythm of the thrusting and sucking mounted. My body went out of control, taken over by my masters’ machine. My head filled with a rush of poppers, and I let an incredible load of cum fly into the cylinder.

They turned off the machine and left me to recover in the room un-attended.

I was totally drained by the workout that my masters had put me through. I had the feeling that I had done good, and that they just might accept me as one of their slaves. The room was dark and empty. I had no idea of time. After what seemed a long period of time, the lights came back on and my masters came back into the room.

They were still in their beautiful latex, but had changed their respirator masks for gas masks with long hoses. My eyes were drawn to flashes of light that bounced off their crotches. They had replaced their latex codpieces and now they had on polished metal cups. These metal cups were part of heavy rubber jockstraps that looked like the big padded cups boxers wear. One of my masters came directly over to me and began removing the harness from my head and withdrew the gag from my mouth. I just began to adjust to not having the cock deep in my mouth when he pulled a full face gasmask over my head, and tightened the harness straps so that the mask sealed tightly against my rubber hood. The mask was different than any gasmask I had on before. It had a large clear plastic faceplate, and an inner mask that fit tightly over my nose and mouth. Like their gasmasks a soft rubber hose left the mask. The warm smell of rubber filled my head with each breath.

“We’re going to connect you to our air and communication system. We will enjoy more of this next session if we can hear all of what is going on.” He then attached the hose from my mask to the box. They then each attached their own hoses to the box. They then removed the cylinders and harness from my cock and balls. My one master then grabbed my masked face and turned it toward him. “We know that you can take suction. Now we want to see if you can handle our final test.”

He moved his hand and my master turned some knobs at the box’s control panel. He looked closely into my face and grinned. “You had better be good!”

My air supply began to be restricted. The resistance was just a little at first. They watched as my cock responded to this new entrapment. Now each breath was becoming harder to draw. As I inhaled, the mask pulled tighter onto my face. The sound of my laboured breathing and the air’s restricted flow was all that I could hear, but my entire attention was now fixed on controlling my need for air.

“Now we control your life. Do you want to live?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“As our rubber slave?”

“Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, as your rubber slave.”

Again I could feel my rubber clad body break into sweat, as I controlled every muscle that could aid in my getting air. My head began to cloud from the lack of oxygen, but my cock was ready to explode.

“I see you like this test too. But how long can you hold out?”

They reduced the air supply to me even further. The sweat of my laboured breathing rolled from my face. My mask began to fog as my mind began to cloud from the lack of air. My master reached down and began to stroke my cock. The passion he aroused only increased my need for air. He could see the mounting strain in my face, and hear my struggle for air.

“Shall I stop?”

I shook my head no. “I want to make it!”

I didn’t have any more breath to speak, and I had no more control. A load of cum burst from my cock as I made an all out gasp for air that pulled the mask hard onto my face. I was passing out.

In the grey space of semi-consciousness, I felt a cool rush all over, as my mask filled with oxygen. There was this incredible release throughout my head and body. Bound to this steel table, I had the feeling of floating.

“You have passed the tests. Now you are our rubber slave!”