2010-11-23 - lthr_jock - Transformation of a Master - Part Four

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Transformation of a Master - Part Four
Date: 23 November 2010

Transformation of a Master - Part Four

Tom staggered out of the bus onto the street and looked around. Although it was dark, there were still a lot of shoppers around and he blushed furiously as several people stared openly at him. He could see people nudging each other and pointing at him and there were whispered comments. The teenagers on the bus were crowding the windows to look at him and he heard one yell 'FAG!' out the window. He could feel the heat from his face and knew it must be bright red. While he had been out wearing leathers before, he had never felt so exposed. Without trying to orient himself, he turned left away from the crowd at the bus stop and walked swiftly along the road until he saw a darkened alley. With relief, he darted into it, heart pounding and leant against the wall with his eyes closed.

When he opened them he started for a second before he realised that the figure stood opposite him was his reflection in a mirrored window. He stood fully upright and got the first real good look at himself. His legs were covered with tight yellow rubber from the waist down, secured at the waist with a glossed black rubber belt. The belt had a buckle styled like a padlock at the front and thick D rings secured at intervals around it. The rubber trousers left little to the imagination and despite their thickness they delineated every curve in his thighs. Every move of his muscles made the rubber squeak and just the sound made his cock swell..but not much. The only part of the trousers not clearly showing what was underneath was his crotch. There was just a bulge there and he could feel a thick plate of solid rubber under the trousers - again he was in some form of chastity. He could also feel the familiar swell of a plug up his arse. He put his hand around to see how it was kept in and found something strange. He twisted around and in the mirror he could see a black stripe down the arse crack of his trousers - it was a zip.

The bottom half of his legs were covered with highly glossed black rangers. They seemed to have been treated with something to make the leather shine like rubber. Against them, the yellow laces stood out and almost seemed to shine themselves. The regular spacing of the laces was only broken at his ankles by a rubber ankle cuff which was locked on by a gleaming padlock.

As he looked back up into the mirrored window, he could see similar cuffs around his wrists. They were the only black thing on his upper half, his barrel chest being only partially covered by a yellow rubber vest. The vest was secured by yellow thongs which were secured down each side of the vest, leaving a clean expanse of rubber across his front and back. He could see his thick chest hairs poking over the top of the vest and down his bare arms and it looked incongruous to him against the rubber. While the rubber was thick, like the trousers it seemed to show everything underneath it and his nipples were clearly visible beneath it.

He finally stared at his face. His blonde eyebrows and stubble contrasted sharply with the shaved sides of his head and the new mohawk. He had only seen one on punks or slaves before and he found it strangely arousing. He reached up to touch it and marveled at how strange it felt to have a solidly gelled 1' wide, 1' high stripe of hair down his head. Then something occurred to him - why was his hair that long? He kept it far shorter than that? Thinking about that, he looked at his physique. While Tom worked out, he never looked more than muscular - now he looked like a pro wrestler. His chest was bulkier than before and the rubber vest delineated a six pack that was stretching towards an eight pack. As he flexed his arms, he could clearly see the veins standing out under his hair. He'd never seen that before and he wondered how much time had passed. As he thought about that he shivered and realised how cold he was - the last thing he remembered was it being August and now it felt more like November. What the hell had happened to him?

Tom shivered - the rubber gear might be hot and arousing him, but it was definitely not warm and he was starting to get chilled. He had to find somewhere to get some shelter. The text message had said that he would know where to go, so he had better get back out onto the street and see what he could see. He nervously walked to the end of the alley and peered out. Inwardly he was disgusted with himself - how had he got so timid? He looked up and down and at first could see nothing but late night shoppers. Then he caught a glimpse of two men walking across the road about 100 yards away - both were wearing what looked like gleaming black leather - a car's headlight illuminated them and he could see that it wasn't leather, it was rubber. Tom decided to follow them. Head down, he walked out of the alleyway, and moved swiftly after them trying to ignore the passersby who kept up a constant stream of whispers and giggles.

The two men walked turned off the street and walked about 200 yards along a side road, heading past the shops and into a more industrial area. They then turned and went out of Toms sight down an alley. He ran down to the alley entrance as he didn't want to lose sight of them. He needn't have worried - about 30ft down the alley was a crowd of men in rubber stood below a sign that read 'SLICK'. Some seemed to be queuing to get in, others were stood smoking. As he nervously walked towards the door, he could feel their eyes on him. Some nodded in approval and one man reached out to caress Toms arse as he went by. To his surprise, he didn't flinch away, instead leaning into the touch. The man chuckled and slapped Toms arse. Tom turned to face him and then turned swiftly away as he realised that he knew him - he'd met the guy a few months ago and topped him, despite the guy asserting that he was a top himself. Tom definitely didn't want to be recognised, so took his place in the queue for the door.

As he queued, he found himself surrounded by men in rubber. The combined smell of rubber, sweat and cigar smoke filled his nostrils and he felt his cock trying to rise in its rubber prison. He grunted and tried to adjust it without success. As he did so, his hand rubbed against the arse of the man in front. HE turned around, his black rubber motorbike gear squeaking as he did so and he looked Tom up and down. He grinned and rubbed his rubber gloved hand over Toms head 'Nice - maybe later, boi - come and find me.' Tom was too surprised to say anything and the man turned away.

As Tom got to the front of the queue, he wondered what the entrance fee to the club was - and if he had any money. As he started to desperately search the pockets in his trousers he heard a voice say 'Evening, Tom, go right on in.' He looked up at the doorman who waved him past and he stepped into the club.

As soon as he walked through the door, Toms senses were assaulted with the strong mingled smells of sweat and rubber as well as pounding music with an undercurrent of conversation. The club was packed with men all wearing some form of rubber and he found his cock swelling again in his chastity. He started to work his way through the crowd, having to force his way through. Tom wasn't used to this - his normal dress marked him as a Top and so people would let him through. Now he was having to force his way through. As he did so, he found himself being ogled and groped by the people he was passing. He felt his face start to flush, so turned his head down towards the floor, unknowingly adopting a more submissive posture.

It took him a few minutes to work his way across to a space near a staircase to an upper floor. From his vantage point, he could look around and he peered into the gloom to see if he recognised anyone. He peered around in vain - and then stood by the bar he spotted the man who had started all of this. He was leaning against the bar, dressed as he was before but this time his gear had the sheen of rubber to it. He was talking to a tall, muscular guy dressed in what looked like a one piece rubber suit. As Tom watched the man pulled his hood off and turned so that Tom could see his profile - it was Mike! Mike and the other man turned to wear Tom was stood and lifted their beer bottle in a salute to him. They had been working together - flushed with rage, Tom started to push his way through the crowd, ignoring the yells of protest from the people he shoved to one side.

Bursting through the crowd, he found himself at the bar where the two men had been stood. They were gone. Although his height allowed him to see over most of the crowd, he could see no sign of them. He looked around desperately, then felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

'You looking for me?'

Tom turned to find himself facing a man roughly his own height and just as muscled. He was older than Tom, with greying black hair which was cut into a flat-top - just like Toms used to be. He sported a thick moustache on his upper lip and despite the gloom of the club was wearing mirrored shades. He had on a rubber waistcoat which was handing open to reveal his chiseled chest and muscled abs, his chest accentuated by the rubber harness strapped across his body. Below that he had on a pair of rubber chaps and a rubber jock that could barely contain his cock. His ensemble was completed by a pair of rangers similar to Toms in that they shined like rubber and were laced in yellow.

'I said, are you looking for me?'

Tom finally gabbled out a reply, 'No, no, sorry' and turned away.

'Oh, I think you're wrong about that.' Tom turned back to the man to tell him to go away and saw that he was holding up a short metallic box which looked like a remote control. As Tom looked the man pressed a button on it. Almost immediately Tom felt a sharp zap of electricity from his belt and from the plug up his arse. He cried out in pain and sagged against the bar. The man raised his eyebrows and adjusted a dial. As he did so, the force of the shock increased and Tom yelled again and fell to his knees.

'Better' said the man and leaning forward, he slipped a 2' wide rubber collar around Toms neck and locked it in place. Grabbing the D ring on the front of it he pulled Tom back to his feet and lifted him until he was stood on his toes.

'Yeah...you're looking for me.'

When he released his grip, Tom virtually fell over as the shock seemed to still be affecting his muscles. As he staggered against the bar, Tom felt himself spun around to face the bar and pushed forward over it. His arms were pulled behind his back and Tom heard a click as his wrist restraints were padlocked together. He then felt his elbows being forced apart by the man, pulling his restrained wrists closer to the small of his back. Tom looked up at the mirror behind the bar to see the man placing a spreader bar between Toms elbows, then strapping it in place. Tom could now not move his arms nor move his hands down to protect his arse. As he went to say something, the man leant over him and pushed a large yellow rubber ball gag into his mouth, strapping it behind Toms head. He then pulled Tom to his feet, looped two fingers through the D ring on the front of Toms collar and dragged him through the crowd. This time the crowd seemed to part in front of them and in no time at all they had crossed the room and were stood in front of a doorway, Tom had failed to see before.

Tom looked at the sign above the door and tried to dig his heels in as the implications of what he was wearing came home to him. The man barely paused in his stride and yanked Tom off balance before pushing him through the door labelled 'WET ROOM'.