2015-09-04 - lthr_jock - Training the Sergeant Part 11

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Training the Sergeant Part 11
Date: 04 September 2015

The Captain drove confidently through the streets, occasionally looking at the rubber covered form of Davis sat in the back seat. He grinned as Davis peered out of the small eye holes in the jet black rubber hood. He could see as Davis started to drool around the ball-gag, this streams of saliva running down and making the white rubber shirt gleam as it lubricated the rubber over Davis' pecs. He drove slowly and calmly, unaware that behind him Harrison had sprinted for his patrol car and was driving like a madman, trying to catch up to the SUV.

As he drove, the Captain reached down to stroke his cock through his bleachers. The sight of this muscled man in his backseat, rubbered, gagged, helpless had him aroused and the longer the journey went, the hornier he became. His erection started to distract him and he almost missed the light rekindling in Davis' eyes, the way his head started to look to and from more alertly, the way Davis' muscles tensed against the cuffs and made the rubber creak. He realised that Davis was starting to come out of the effect of the cigar smoke, so he found a place to pull over. Relighting his cigar, he stepped quickly out of the car and opened the door beside Davis. Before the restrained sergeant could do anything, he blew more smoke in his face.

'Go to sleep, slave.'

Davis' head immediately dropped and the Captain lifted it up to blow more smoke up the unconscious man's nostrils. He smiled as he saw that even while unconscious, his cock was still tenting his rubber bleachers. He rubbed Davis's cock, enjoying the way that his thick rod made the rubber of his bleachers swell. He then shut the door and returned to the driving seat.

Harrison was getting desperate. He was just about to give up when he passed a parked SUV, with a man getting back into the driving seat. The man looked like the one he had seen earlier. He pulled over and waited until the SUV passed him. Then he let another couple of vehicles pass him before he pulled out to carefully follow the SUV.

The Captain saw the marked patrol car and thought nothing of it. He didn't notice the patrol can pull out behind him - he was too distracted by the rubbered hunk snoring in the back seat. He drove steadily out of town, unaware that Harrison was tailing him. He drove until the SUV entered a quieter district and then he pulled over by a low building. The Captain got out of the car and looked around, then he opened the back door and slapped Davis' face until the man woke up. The groggy Sergeant looked around and was met with another mouthful of cigar smoke.

'Follow me and obey.'

Davis clambered out of the vehicle; the front of his shirt now slicked with drool down to his waist. The Captain strode towards the building, listening to Davis staggering along behind him, hampered by the ankle shackles. Behind the two men, Harrison pulled his patrol car over and watched them through binoculars. As he looked at the form of the rubbered man, he was even more sure it was Davis. The skinhead led the rubbered man through a small door and into the building. Once they were inside, Harrison ran across and searched around until he found a small window. The window was covered with dirt and grime and he rubbed at it until he could see inside.

Harrison peered through. Inside was a table in front of a large tank of water. There was some kind of pulley system over the tank. On the table was something that looked like a 6ft long rubber bag. At one end was what looked like a gas mask. As he watched, the skinhead entered the room and was followed by the rubbered man. The skinhead smiled and roughly ran his hands pecs, stomach and crotch. He then pulled out the ball gag and snogged the hooded man. He reached behind the man, unlocked the padlock and then unstrapped the collar. He unzipped the hood and Harrison gasped as the hood slid off Davis' sweaty head.

The skinhead pointed at Davis' boots and as Harrison watched his sergeant sat down, removed the boots and then stood up again. He then walked over to the table and (apparently following the instructions of the skinhead) climbed up onto it and lay down inside the bag, his head in the gas mask. Davis stretched out his feet into the base of the bag and Harrison watched as the skinhead slid Davis' arms into internal sleeves. The skinhead checked the gas mask was tight against Davis' face and then started to zip the bag closed.

As the Captain zipped the bag up, Davis felt the thick black rubber tightening around him. As it did, he felt himself more and more constrained. First his ankles, knees and thighs were pulled tightly together. Then the rubber tightened around his arse, waist and chest. Finally, he felt the gas mask tighten against his face as the zip tightened up the back of his head. He heard a muffled 'click' as The Captain padlocked the zip shut. Davis was now covered in thick black rubber, his arms trapped in sleeves to either side of his body. He could hear the whoosh and click as he breathed through the gas mask.

The Captain slid thick rubber straps under Davis' waist, chest, thighs and ankles and tightened them. Davis grunted and wriggled as the effects of the cigar smoke started to wear off. The Captain moved over to the water tank and pulled the metal and leather frame hanging above it across the room until it was above Davis. He then lowered it and attached straps to the leather belts around Davis' body. Once attached, he used a winch to raise Davis a few feet off the table. He grinned at Davis' as the rubbered man started to wriggle and then he attached 2 air hoses to the gas mask. He then placed waterproof headphones over Davis' head and strapped them in place. Finally, he placed opaque lenses over the eye holes of the gas mask and locked them in place.

The Captain reduced the airflow to Davis and chuckled as the helpless man struggled more. He moved the frame back above the water tank and then activated the winch to slowly lower Davis into the water. The water itself was at blood temperature, so all Davis really felt was an increased pressure on his body and a lightness. He tested his bonds, but he was still held securely in place. The Captain then linked Davis' air hoses up to an array of canisters that would ensure his mind became both confused and pliable. He then started up a DVD of subliminal instructions that would be fed through Davis' headphones.

Davis had no idea where he was or what was going on. He could taste something strange in the air being fed to him but could not see or smell anything except for rubber. He could hear something whispering in his ear but could not make out what it was however much he tried. The rubber was tight around him, the double-layer pressing tightly against his muscles. As the water pressed it, he could feel it moving with each breath and it started to feel as though the rubber was his skin. As time passed, it seemed even more so, that rubber was what his skin was made of, that rubber was all around him, that all his world was rubber.

The skinhead stepped away and Harrison saw him initiate a programme on a computer. The skinhead then left the room and turned the lights off. As he did, the only thing remaining was a lit display on the computer counting down and reading 11:59:57. Harrison had no idea what was going on, but he knew Davis was in trouble. He stood up to head around to the door and as he did so became aware of a figure behind him. He grabbed for his baton and then saw it was Ferguson. He sighed in relief.

'Ferguson! You scared me. You won't believe what's going on in here. Look...it's the Sarge.'

He bent to look through the window again, but instead of joining him, Ferguson slipped a pad covered in some pungent chemical over Harrisons nose and mouth. Harrison struggled, but was unable to escape before slipping unconscious.