Alter Ego

Author: eckie
Title: Alter Ego
Date: 09 March 2003

(by joebox@pipeline.com)

My buddy had wandered off into the recesses of the bar, and I was still too shy to explore on my own, so I stuck with my beer and reminded myself that I here to enjoy things. Certainly there was plenty of eye candy to feast on, this place didn't seem to have a problem with a dress code. Just about everyone wore leather and I was glad I had decided to wear some of mine. Well, boots, jeans and my biker jacket, at least, so I didn't feel out of place, although some of these guys were so hot looking that I felt underdressed!! I wished I had been as confident as my buddy, who wore his rubber jeans, shirt and vest proudly when we met to go out. I hoped he was having a better time than me.

I wasn't the only one standing around, looking, I had plenty of company. One guy at the end of the bar was talking to the bartender, the one with a cute ass framed in leather chaps. I admired his customer's sleek, black catsuit which fit him like a glove, wondering where he had gotten it. Only his hands and head were uncovered and I wished I was closer to see how he got the suit on, what the crotch arrangement was, what kind of boots he was wearing, all of it! His cropped head and beard was a plus to the outfit and he looked like the kind of man I dreamed about. Oh well....images to save up, fantasize over. They were heavy in conversation and I envied them.

The room was filling with some good looking men, but no action seemed to be my fate that night. Going to order another beer, I was surprised when the bartended slid a bottle of my favorite beer across the wood and told me that it was ‘compliments of a friend'. I was surprised, and looked around for my buddy but still didn't find him. I went to ask the bartender, but he had returned to talking with my mystery hunk. I was stunned to see that same rubberman lift his beer and toast in my direction. His look and smile convinced me that he was my host for the drink, but I didn't understand his action. I nodded my thanks and he moved up the bar to join me.

A few minutes of casual chat revealed that we were mutually attracted to one another, although I couldn't see why I had caught his eye. He explained that he admired the casual gear that I had selected and that he found it very attractive. I could feel the heat of his body radiating out from the glossy rubber he wore and admitted I was intrigued by the gear and where he had found a supplier for so perfect a fit. We discussed the pitfalls of purchasing and maintaining the gear and confirmed our common passion for it. He introduced himself as Axel

When he checked the clock and mentioned having to get away soon, I figured I'd soon be alone and back to eye-cruising, but he invited me to accompany him to one of the downstairs rooms. I hesitated, thinking about my buddy, but realized he had abandoned me, so why not take this man up on his offer. My rubber covered friend got us another round and motioned me to follow him.

The staircase at the side of the bar was hidden by a heavy door, and I saw my companion nod to the bartender, who pressed a button and the door clicked open. I followed Axel down and heard the door click shut behind us. At the foot of the stairs, we stood in a dim corridor and he passed one of the beers to me. He briefly explained that these were private rooms and that he hoped I'd enjoy visiting with him, since I had indicated a real interest in gear and play. I assured him that I would, but my heart was thumping, wondering what happened down here, but curious as hell !!!

Axel lead the way to a door at the back of the building and knocked. I heard some words exchanged through the panel and then it opened, and I followed him inside. I noted another rubber-clad figure close the door behind us, but a dim red bulb barely allowed me to survey the large room very well. I realized that it contained other cubicles, covered by curtains, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, saw the walls covered with bondage gear and some of my other favorite items. As Axel and the doorman whispered to each other, I examined the closest wall and saw six or eight gasmasks, carefully hung on shaped mounts with hoses hanging down. I felt the rubber on one and smelled the strong, familiar scent, getting hard just picturing the men who might have worn it.

I was joined by Axel, who took the mask off it's mount and pressed it against his face. When he offered it to me, I did the same and swore it was warm and moist. The fantasy of sharing gear that had been strapped on another man just got me more erect and I tried to hide the fact. Axel wasn't fooled, because he reached down and cupped my crotch, nodding approval and grinning at me. I knew we felt the same thing.

Led by him to one of the curtained areas, I was stunned when he pulled the curtain aside and my buddy was revealed. Cuffed hand and foot and restrained against the wall, he had been stripped naked, blindfolded, and two men were just finishing with strapping a ball gag in his mouth and buckling it around his head. He was fighting them and seemed to resist, but his familiar cock was rock hard and swollen up to it's limit, so I knew he was turned on by all this and started to inquire of Axel what was going on.

He took me aside and quietly explained that my buddy had been asking to join this group for some time and that he had been invited to come tonight for an introduction. I was sore that Nick hadn't told me about his plans, but the sight of him in that condition got me so horny that I forgot that and wanted to see more. Axel assured me that more was to come, and that I could observe and stay out of the way. He told me to take off my shirt and handed me an executioner's mask that covered most of my face, and showed me a corner to stand.

In just my boots and jeans and mask, I watched as my buddy's attendants worked on him. They were in bulky rubber boilersuits, heavy hipboots and weird gasmasks. The dim light added to the menace of their gear and they worked in silence. Removing his blindfold, they made sure Nick's gag was secure, ignoring his grunts and muffled yells. He watched them with wild eyes as they retrieved items from the outside room.

Rubber gloved fingers teased his nipples, trying to ready them for some clamps, but I knew the trick that would do it. Axel looked over at me and read my thoughts, because he motioned me forward, and the rubber guards stepped aside. Nick and I stared hard at each other, but I knew he didn't know me, even when I slowly ran my fingernails from his crotch to his tits, teasing and tickling familiar places. His erection grew as I played with him and his nipples enlarged with erotic sensation, and I left him to his fate. The guards quickly locked the clamps on him and I watched him squirm in pain and pleasure.

I wasn't needed for the next step. A heavy rubber crotch harness was strapped around his hips, an open jock plate placing his cock and balls standing out. Before the crotch strap was fastened between his cheeks, a chrome buttplug was lubed and worked by one of the guards into his asshole. I knew this was not his favorite, and he protested vainly as it was inserted. The guards were gentle, but forceful, paying little attention to his reactions, but careful not to be rough with him.

Once the harness was tight, his ball sack was stretched down tight and two heavy metal collars were attached above his balls. You could see their weight pull his balls down, now swinging against his thigh as he struggled. They weren't quite finished with him, though, and added a final leather thong, tied tight to ensure he stayed swollen and erect. I knew my buddy hardly needed this, from experience, but was stroking my own meat, imagining how tight he must be feeling at crotch level now. When a metal ring was added to his cock, I knew my buddy was in for something we had talked about, but never experienced. I wondered if he realized that, although he evidently had enough to think about already !!

One of his guards had retrieved the heaviest gasmask from the other room and now held it in his hands. We had played with the popular Israeli gasmask in some of our play sessions, but this one was awesome. Black rubber, dual hosed intakes, what appeared to be a full hood instead of the usual straps, it was serious. With deliberation, they covered his whole head with the gasmask until it disappeared. In the silence of the chamber, I could hear his breath through the ports, sharp and distinct as his lungs filled with air and exhaled. It was louder than the sound of the masks the guards were wearing. Nick was still fighting the restraints and the sweet torture at his tits and cock and balls, and one could hear it in the changes in his air consumption.

They let him sweat for a while, just as he was, until Axel nodded to the guards. They went outside and returned with what looked like a heavy rubber drysuit. Not like the boilersuits they wore, but a full suit, in black rubber, feet, gloves, hood and all. My buddy caught sight of it and shook his head violently, and I knew he was a bit claustrophobic. The guards looked at Axel, who approached Nick and held up a small document. They locked stares for a minute and then Nick dropped his head and seemed to concede. Axel motioned to the guards and they proceeded.

The heavy rubber suit opened in the back with a long zipper and I realized that it ran from the back of the neck down the spine and under the crotch, ending above the crotch at the front. One leg at a time, his legs were released and worked down into the rubber, then re-cuffed to the wall. Once the tight fitting suit was pulled up to his waist, his arms were released and a third guard assisted the first two, forcing Nick's arms down the sleeves into the heavy gloved ends. Done with that, he was cuffed and restrained again to the wall, with the hood hanging down his chest. The suit's zipper was open and it still fit loosely on him.

Nick's hooded gasmask was peeled off his head and that familiar, handsome face appeared again, drenched in sweat from his exertion and confinement. I stepped back into the shadow a bit, totally mesmerized by his predicament, yet longing to be feeling his excitement. I knew he was really getting it on here, because his cock pulsed excitedly through the crotch opening of the suit he wore. He shook the sweat from his head and one guard removed his ball gag, allowing him to work his stiff jaws and gain some relief. It didn't last very long, though.

Axel went close and appeared to reassure Nick, wiping the sweat from his eyes, kissing him and quietly talking. My buddy appeared to be totally in Axel 's control and loving every minute of his surrender. He even willingly opened his mouth to accept another gag, this time one that simply plugged his mouth without a strap. It must have expanded inside, because he was unable to expel it. Axel carefully reached under Nick's crotch and found the metal buttplug, attaching a thin wire. Then, another wire was attached to the ring on Nick's cock, Axel gently stroking the member, causing Nick to groan in pleasure and the need to cum. Shaking a finger in Nick's face, Axel removed his hand and stepped back, silently directing the guards.

Quickly and efficiently, the guards sealed the suit over Nick's body, forcing the upper part over his head, leaving just his face exposed through the black rubber. The zipper was closed down his back and carefully worked past his ass. Through the last opening at his crotch, they attached the wires to a harness connection inside the rubber and were almost done. One of them squeezed out a generous portion of what must be lube into his rubber glove, and carefully packed Nick's privates with the transparent gel. Nick strained into the hand, and I imagined what that cool, slick lube must feel like, and realized that I had my own dick in my hand, through my jeans, and precum had soaked the fly. I was so turned on, I couldn't believe it!!

Nick's suit was zipped shut at last and he stood there like a rubber fixture, the suit fit him so well that even the wrinkles served to accentuate his build. Once again, the hooded gasmask was fitted over his head, but this time I saw that the eyes were covered over with something, leaving Nick in the dark. He resisted this, but could do little about it, nor could he do more than a token fight when three of them took him down from the wall and seated him in a heavy chair, strapping legs and arms tightly. He was totally helpless and in that rubber prison we had always dreamed about. He was now a full rubberman, and I envied him, imagining his sweat building up and the torture at his tit's and balls, and all the things we dream about.

Heavy earphones were clamped over Nick's head, and I realized that he was now closed down in his world, unable to sense anything but the regular hiss of his air coming from outside. That sound became stronger when the two guards removed their masks and stood revealed. Two, unsmiling faces, drenched with sweat, concentrated on Axel. He took my arm and urged me over near Nick. He had me lean in and listen to the low moans issuing from the gasmask, made me watch the strained struggles as Nick's crotch was stroked, placed my hand there and nodded approval as I gripped Nick's cock and worked it in the slippery, lubed-up rubber that held it tightly. I was as excited as Nick was and toyed with the idea of getting some relief if they let me alone for a bit, because I wanted to get my dick out and hump my hand !!

Axel showed me another piece of paper with fine print, and a signature line. He explained that Nick had signed one like it and left me a note, as well. The note simply said: "DO IT!!", and I realized Nick meant the contract I was being offered. I looked around at the chamber and the gear and Nick, and hesitated only an instant. I took the pen offered and scrawled my name.

The paper was barely back in Axel ‘s hand when I was grabbed by the guards. With the help of two more of their kind, I was quickly stripped of my jeans and boots and found myself where Nick had been shortly before. I was gagged, as well, and experienced much of what I had seen Nick suffer. My nipples were clamped tight enough to make me whine, the buttplug found a home, another open rubber jock was secured around my hips, and my cock and balls were quickly locked into pleasure and pain.

This time, I watched as one hunky guard was ordered to remove his own gear, and I realized that Axel even knew my own, private fantasies. As I was forced into the heavy rubber suit, already warm and soaked with another man's sweat, my body reacted with the sensation and welcomed the delicious feeling provided. It was a sensational rush to feel this man's gear all over me, and when he pulled off his hood and mask and approached me, I was sure I'd cum right then. Axel made sure I calmed down by applying a cold cloth to my cock, and the guard proceeded to hood me and strap his mask over my face, a cold smile on his face.

Locked in like Nick, I knew what he must have been feeling as he sucked air through his mask. No control, handled like meat, unable to resist, just what we had always dreamed of doing, but never able to match. I didn't think anything was gonna top this experience and wanted to hug Axel and thank him. It couldn't get any better !!

I watched as Nick's eyes were uncovered and his straps removed. As they stood him up, he saw me against the wall and I watched him examine my condition. I knew both of us were heavily turned on by any man in gear and I knew what must be racing through his mind. We were usually on the same wavelength on this subject and I felt his cock must be as hard as mine at this moment. He was led over to me and allowed to feel all over me, and the sensation of his rubber gloved hand near my crotch sent me into orbit again. Not for long, though, because the guards pulled him back and simply pushed his crotch against mine and we struggled for a while, feeling our cocks grinding against another man's swollen rod, and trying for release.

Now it was Axel ‘s turn to surprise us both. I was uncuffed and held by two guards, Nick held fast by two more. Both of us were forced out of the cubicle into the large room. There we saw a weird setup of metal poles on stands, but it made no sense until we found ourselves being strapped against the uprights, hands down our sides, legs slightly spread. Restraints across our thighs and lower legs, across biceps and chest, even our heads were strapped tightly. It took a few minutes and Nick and I wound up facing each other, only a foot or so apart. His eyes were wild and never stopped moving, or maybe it seemed that way because we were unable to move anything else, bound as we were. The sweat was running down my skin and I could feel it drip, especially in the gasmask and I had to blink to clear my eyes.

A sudden vibration woke me up and I realized that Nick and I were being positioned really close to one another. The snouts on our gasmasks were just about touching and I longed to be able to feel him and fondle him, getting horny with the thought, especially having him so close and yet so separate. All I could do was wriggle my hands and slightly twist my head, and Nick could do little more, and we stared at each other's eyes knowing we both felt the same.

Axel appeared close to our faces and let us know that he had been longing to have two volunteers such as we were: buddies, lovers, friends...each into what the other longed for and desired. He described the satisfaction of being able to complete a session he had been planning for some time, and asked our patience.

Patience? We couldn't move, and Axel smiled at his own humor. We were pulled slightly apart and the guards proceeded with his direction. Looking down, I saw Nick's zippered crotch open and his swollen cock and balls eased out through the rubber suit. I felt hands at my own crotch and snaps opening, then cool air caressing my erection, as well. We were both still rock hard, trussed up like sausages.

I saw Axel hand something to one guard, but didn't recognize what it was. Looking down at Nick's crotch, I saw both of his guards start to fit what seemed to be a stiff rubber frame around the base of his cock and balls. It cupped his equipment, with his cock fitting upward into the long sleeve and his balls nestled below in a formed cup. Almost immediately, I felt the same thing done to my anatomy and I imagined the other half of this contraption now fastened tightly on me.

Axel showed us another pair of them and explained it was what he considered a ‘Buddy System' because of the way it went together. The two halves were flanged and clips held them securely together. I began to understand and his erotic plans made my head swim. Nick and I were to be joined in a double sheathe, cocks and balls sealed inside this tight space. It was crazy, it was weird, it was so unbelievable !!! My cock twitched at the idea and both of us moaned through our gags. Axel gently lubed us beforehand and then the guards pressed our bodies together as tightly as they could. Even so, I could feel my root being stretched so hard that I thought I'd lose something, yelling at the pain, trying to pull back. It was over in a minute and their hands were removed and I knew Nick and I had been attached to one another. The feeling on my cock was unbelievable, and I swore I felt Nick's pulse down there, warm and wet.

Now that the contraption was in place, the pain had subsided, but every twitch reminded us of the situation we were in, cocks throbbing and pressed tightly, balls compressed underneath. Axel was diabolical, but I had to admit that I had never felt such an erotic sensation.

I barely noticed Axel until he began attaching hoses to the intake ports of our gasmasks. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but my air became harder to breathe and the smell of rubber intensified. When Axel held up a union and attached two hoses, I realized that Nick and I were now attached to the same source of air. It made things hornier and more exciting. When Axel held a small cotton ball to the opening, and the familiar smell of poppers hit me, I knew we were on the edge of cumming.

All Axel had to do was let us take a few hits of the poppers, and reach in between us with a narrow vibrator. I went wild, and seeing Nick's eyes, I knew he was the same. In almost the same instant, we let loose, forcing our cocks against each other's, spasming and humping each other, muffled groans coming from both our gagged mouths. It went on and on, and never seemed it was gonna stop, but it finally did, although Axel made sure we were drained before he turned off the vibrator. It was impossible to relax, clamped together that way, but we must have visibly sagged.

Nick was blinking behind his mask, and I was slowly getting my breath back, expecting Axel to start to get us out of the gear. But he just leaned in close and let us know that all these preparations deserved a few more tries. When I tried to protest that I couldn't, and shake my head, Axel reminded me that we were still connected to metal buttplugs and cockrings and that he had some more experimentation to do. I think he remarked that the night was still young!!!!