Blind Date

Author: eckie
Title: Blind Date
Date: 13 April 2003

By Rubberjon

Blind dates...I Hate Blind dates!

"God," I thought to myself as I hung up the phone, "I hate blind dates!", and yet I had let my best friend set me up for another one. Dave knows how awful my love life has been lately so I guess he just wants to help me find Mr. Right. Like that would happen! All the guys he hooks me up with are either pure vanilla, turn out to be total bottoms or get turned off by my turn-ons. I'm a rubber fiend and Dave can't seem to get it through his head that that's what I am looking for...a complete Rubber Stud. "Oh, but you'll like this guy. He's just your type," Dave had said. Yeah, I'll believe it when it happens.

I had a few hours before I had to meet this mystery man so I decided to relax for a while. I took a long hot shower, toweled myself off and plopped onto the bed. I started up the VCR and threw in a tape that a friend of mine had sent me. He shares my rubber proclivities so I wasn't surprised when the picture came up and the camera panned across a room full of rubber boots of all shapes and sizes. The room suddenly fills with men, some in catsuits, some in latex jocks, a few in heavy dive suits, but all in rubber and wearing either hoods or gas masks. They all start groping whoever was closest, rubbing rubber gloved hands over rubber clad bodies, massaging groins and cutting off air to the gas masks. Now this is my kind of scene. I laid back and started stroking my now hard cock, just imagining that I was in the middle of this rubber orgy. I reached for both the pull-over hood and the gray Russian gas mask I keep by my bed so I could add to my fun. I paused the tape as one rubber suited man was slowly being mummified in plastic wrap by a really hot rubberman. Woof!

I decided to put on a latex wrestling suit with an attached cock sheath and piss tube. I lubed up the sheath and put on the suit, then started up the tape again. It jumped ahead a bit and now they had this guy completely wrapped and duct taped from the top of his head to his toes. All that was left exposed was his cock, tits, and a tube that obviously was his only source of air. They started working this guy, jerking him off and pulling on his tits and cutting off his air. I was working it too, sweat was forming inside my hood and I had a steady pace going as I alternated between fingering my own tits through the latex and covering the air intake of the gas mask. I was really into it, getting closer and closer when a rubber covered hand blocks out the view on the screen. A rubber hooded figure stands in front of the camera and tells me I'll have to wait for the conclusion of the scene because I didn't ask permission to play with myself! I was halfway to the phone to call my friend, my still hard cock bobbing in front of me, when I realized that it was almost time for me to leave for my date.

I figured that the evening was going to be a bust so I just put a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt on over the wrestling suit as I planned on replaying the tape when I got back and finishing what I had started. I pulled on a pair of boots and headed off to the bar. I live in a fairly rural area so it took me a while to get there. I kept myself amused while driving by reaching into my shirt and feeling my rubber covered chest. I kept thinking of the tape as I pulled into the bar parking lot.

I got a few catcalls from some drunk twinkies as I entered and went downstairs to the "leather" bar. I went up to the bar and ordered a beer, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. All the regulars were there but no sign of my blind date, James. Dave had described him as about my size and height (which is 6', 155lbs), shaven head and a mustache, both tending towards salt and pepper in coloring. It was a close description of myself except that I have red hair and a goatee. I took a seat at the end of the bar so I could keep an eye out for James and to get away from the leather queens bickering a couple of stools away. I looked around but no one matching James' description was in evidence.

As I sat nursing my beer, a tough looking guy in chaps came over and tried to make conversation. He got as far as asking what a charcoal gray hankie stood for and when I told him promptly excused himself to the men's room and disappeared. When I turned back to my beer the queens next-door had moved on and two other men had taken their place. I suddenly got a whiff of the unmistakable scent of latex and talc and sweat and went half hard as it wasn't me that I was smelling.

I stood up with the intention of finding the source of latex scented air and bumped right into James, at least I assumed that it was him as he seemed to fit the description. I apologized and offered to buy him a drink. He thanked me but said that he already had one and was supposed to meet someone named Jon. I blushed a little and said "That would probably be me."

"Pleased to meet you," he said. I responded in kind as he did match the physical description. In fact, he surpassed it. I couldn't help thinking that this was definite Daddy material and tried to imagine what he would look like in head to toe rubber. He smiled at me and suggested that we sit down and get to know each other. We took our drinks off to one of the quieter corners and sat down. I found out that he was semi-retired at age 45, having run several of his own businesses. He owned a house not too far from the bar as well as a country place, was an avid scuba diver and claimed not to go out often. He knew Dave through a mutual friend and somehow I had come up in conversation one day. He told Dave that I sounded "interesting." Just what did he mean by that?

I went to the bar and came back with two more beers and a couple of shots. I smelled the latex smell again as I approached the table. Where was it coming from? Then I went into my spiel, letting him know about my job and why I hated my boss. I told him how I had always wanted to learn to dive. (Hey, I had a couple of wetsuits to wear but he didn't need to know that!) I went on about this and that, still distracted by the video tape and the fantasy of this handsome man next to me decked out in rubber.

I had just caught another whiff of latex when James asked that crucial question.

"So, Jon, what are you into?"

I took a swig of my beer and started. Expecting the usual response I get, and thinking that any sex is better than no sex at all, I said "Well, I like the usual stuff. Some tit work and bondage...you know." He fixed his eyes on me and asked "Is there anything you're leaving out? Like the reason that you are flagging dark gray on the right?" I just stared at him for a second. He continued, telling me that he found out that I was into rubber from Dave. That's what drove him to set up this date.

I smiled at him and began to tell him about my collection of rubber and latex gear. I told him how I liked wearing it under street clothes and wore rubber whenever I was at home. I mentioned my fascination with layering and sweat. I told him how much I enjoyed being restrained while in rubber and my biggest turn-on, breath control. I told him about my friend and the video he had sent. I filled him in on some of the scenes I had been in and some of the fantasies I have.

I must have gone on for at least twenty minutes and through it all James sat there with an amused look on his face. "Well, that's more like what I had hoped to hear," he said when I finally stopped. "If you had hesitated any more in telling me what you are into I would be considerably less friendly. I like a man who knows what he wants," James continued, "and if you hadn't opened up you would have regretted it." With that he stood up and handed me his card. "I've got a very full morning tomorrow," he said, "but call me and we can get together later." And then he left! I sat there wondering if I had said something wrong or maybe I had come on too strong. That's when I noticed that the great latex smell had gone. "Shit!", I thought. "This guy was the one wearing the latex and I didn't even know it!" How dense could I be?

I had another beer and then decided to leave. Hell, I still had the video at home so I could replay it and the evening wouldn't be a total waste. When I got out to my truck there was an envelope stuck under the windshield wiper. There was a note inside which read: "I believe that we have a great many things in common. I have left a few things for you in the bed of your truck. You may use them as you like and I will arrange to collect them at a later time...James." I went to the back of the truck and found a sizable box. Opening it, the pungent smell of rubber filled my nostrils. It was too dark to make out what the box so I brought it into the cab of the truck and started for home.

It was a one-handed drive as I alternated between rummaging in the box to try and figure out its contents and rubbing my latex covered cock through my jeans. All I could make out was that the rubber was fairly heavy and thick. It also felt like there was some kind of firm hood or gas mask. What the hell had James put in there?

I made it home in record time, grabbed the box and ran into the house. I set it down in the living room and headed for the john. I had to piss real bad by now but found it hard let go with my cock still semi hard. I forced myself to think about work and finally let a stream fly as visions of dousing my boss with hot piss filled my head. Of course I stroked my cock to get out the last drops and was back to full mast in no time.

I went into the living room and opened the box back up. The first thing I pulled out was a full body suit made of thick latex. It had an attached open face hood as well as gloves and feet. It zippered across the chest and had a locking post to keep it closed. There was a separate hood which zipped up the back. It had eyes and small nose holes and the mouth was formed so that the latex curled in to cover the lips. As a bonus, it was double layered so that the inside was slightly inflated. I tried it on and it pressed down all over my face. I licked my rubber covered lips and went back to the box.

I reached into the box and came up with a pair of heavy duty rubber shorts. The front had a zippered flap of 1/4 inch thick latex. Inside, was an inner layer of latex that fit like regular boxer shorts but had a neoprene cock ring leading to a latex cock and ball sheath. All that was left was a pair of long gloves, a bottle of water based lube and a sealed envelope. I tore open the envelope a key fell out, followed by another note. "The key, obviously, is for the suit...use it if you care to. You will find the suit a bit of a tight fit. I had it made that way. I suggest that you make liberal use of the lube as it will help you to get in it. I like my bottoms to be encased in rubber, feeling it with every movement, with every muscle twitch, knowing that they are sealed in until I let them out. Take excellent care of these pieces and I may let you wear them for me some day."

My cock was hard and oozing precum as I read the note. "Wow," I thought to myself, "if this guy is for real, he would be great fun to play with!" Why the hell did he takes off so quick? I decided that I would try out his gear and call him in the morning.

I took off the hood and stripped off my shirt and jeans. I jumped in the shower and took off the wrestling suit and the briefs. I started jerking myself off, always stopping short of cumming. I wanted to save that for James' suit. I closed my eyes and imagined me inside it, dozens of rubber clad men holding me down as James approached. I could almost feel him running his fingers over my rubbered form and covering my face with his rubber gloved hands.

I hopped out of the shower and quickly towelled off. I grabbed the hood and zipped it on. I wanted to wear it under the hood of the suit. Next, I pulled on the shorts. It was a little bit of a struggle to get into them as I was still half hard. I opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some down each leg. I smeared it around until I was sure that they were well coated and then worked my way up the inside of the suit. I got a surprise when I reached the chest area of the suit just below the zipper. James had velcro attached right where the tits would be. "I like the way this guy thinks," I said to myself. I finished up with a little squirt down each sleeve. I sat on the edge of the couch and slid my feet into the suit. The lube was a little chilly as it squished between my toes. James was right, it was a tight fit and I needed the extra help that the lube afforded. I worked my legs in and found that my cock nestled perfectly in the crotch of the suit. I found the arms and worked them over my own until my fingers filled the gloves. Now was the tricky part. I carefully ducked my hooded head into the suit and up into the attached hood. The added layer forced the inner hood to mold even closer to my face. I zipped the suit shut and, after thinking a moment, snapped the lock closed. I was in for the duration. The gloves were the only things leftover and I figured I might as well put them on too. They were a little difficult to pull on because the upper part was very snug. I got them on and headed for the bedroom

I went to the closet and pulled out my favorite pair of fireman's boots. "Might as well complete the outfit," I thought. I pulled them on and then turned to look in the mirror.

I was gone and in my place was this amazing rubber man! The only part of me that was recognizable were my eyes, the ones that were looking lustfully at the rubber stud in front of me. Covered head to toe in shiny black rubber I was fully hard, my cock straining inside the shorts. I ran my gloved hands over my hooded head, pressing the rubber against my face. I turned to get a better look at myself and the velcro pulled across my tits. I didn't need to touch them, just move. This outfit seemed like it had been made just for me!

I laid down on the bed and rewound the tape in the VCR so I could watch it again. This time I was going to add my own action to those on the screen. I put on the gas mask over the new hood and started kneading my crotch. I discovered that very little feeling made its way through the thickness of the latex and rubber and my hands were a little clumsy in the double layer of gloves. "Okay," I thought, "time to put technology to work." I leaned over the side of the bed and picked up my back massager and a length of rope. I placed it right over my crotch, tied it in place and turned it on. Ohhh...Fuck! Did that feel good!

I sat back on the bed, watching the tape and imaging that James and I were the focus of all the activities. When they started to wrap the guy in plastic I grabbed for the corners of the headboard where I had a couple of ropes tied. I turned up the massager and then wrapped the ropes around my wrists. I held onto the ropes and rolled from side to side, feeling the rubber all over me, the velcro working on my now sensitive tits. The rubbermen on the tape popped back up with their now duct taped victim and I felt the cum welling up inside me. I leaned my face onto my arm, cutting off the air to the gas mask. I started fighting for air, sucking and gasping...knowing that I would keep my arm there until I came.

And boy, Did I! I thrust at the massager as my cock pumped itself empty into the now very full sheath. I must have kept going for several minutes before I noticed that the tape was over. I untangled myself from the ropes and turned off the massager. I sat on the edge of the bed feeling the rubber all over my sweat soaked body and luxuriating in the feeling. I was tempted to just lie back and go to sleep all geared up but I thought of James' admonition to take care of his things.

I got up and headed to the living room to get the key. I fumbled with it a few times trying to pick it up. The double layer of gloves was making it kind of difficult to handle but I finally got it and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and then turned my attentions to the lock on the suit. After dropping the key a couple of times, I managed to get it into the lock.

It wouldn't budge! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it open. "Well," I thought to myself, "if I'm going to be trapped in anything, it might as well be in a rubber suit which I have grown quite attached to." I turned off the shower and headed for the bedroom, figuring that I should just try to calm down and get some sleep. I had James' card and would try calling him in the morning. He must have a spare key...

It was fairly obvious to me that I was not going to get much sleep. Every time I moved I was reminded of the rubber suit that I was wearing and couldn't get out of. First of all, my tits were getting quite sore from their constant rubbing against the coarse velcro James had placed at the appropriate place inside the suit. My dick, still trapped beneath its layers of rubber, was still semihard and squishing around in a mixture of cum and sweat and lube. My jaw was starting to feel the effects of wearing two hoods as opening and closing my mouth seemed to be getting a little more difficult as the night wore on.

Despite all this, I was still amazingly turned on. Just knowing that I was wearing another man's gear, especially if someone else had worn it recently, had my mind in overdrive. I envisioned a pair of rubber men in full suits wrestling on the floor, grabbing and sweating, trying to gain the upper hand until one of them would submit. The winner would then claim his prize as the loser, acknowledging his defeat, agreed to do whatever the victor required. With his hands now bound behind him, the one who had lost would lick and kiss the winners' boots, shining them to a high luster, worshipping them before working his way upwards.

The Top man would then thrust his latex covered cock and balls at the man beneath him, making him slowly take first one ball then the other into his mouth as he bent down to pull at his tits. Moaning now, the bottom begins to tentatively lick at the growing cock, wanting to taste it and feel it filling his mouth. Another thrust, and the Top man's cock is down the bottom's throat and back out again, a trail of saliva shining and lubricating its black rubber encased shaft.

Untying the bottom's hands, the Top man wraps his arms at his sides and pulls a hood over his head. Roughly, the bottom is pushed down on his back and the rear of his suit unzipped. A butt plug is pulled from his ass and immediately replaced with the Top man's rubber covered cock. The two men go at it for what seems like hours, each holding back to prolong the sensations the other one is feeling. Finally, the Top man goes into overdrive, pounding into the man beneath him with the ultimate sense of conquest. They both cum at the same time with the Top man's cock still buried in the bottom's ass.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "I'll just do some reading and hope to fall asleep." No such chance. I couldn't keep my mind on the book. My gloved hands kept straying to touch some part or another of the outfit I had on. And I really had to take a piss. I didn't want to at first (remembering James' warning about taking care of the suit) but I figured that He was the one who provided the lock so he would just have to wait until it was unlocked to get it back in a clean condition. So, I just let loose, the warm piss filling the inner shorts and overflowing down into the legs. Ahhh, one problem solved.

I decided to go outside for some air. My house is set well back from the road and my nearest neighbor is about a quarter of a mile from here so I wasn't particularly worried about being seen in my present outfit. It was a little cooler out on the back patio so I decided to stay out there. The gentle breeze that was blowing seemed to bring my body temperature back down to a manageable level. I hopped into a hammock that I have suspended between two of the support beams at the corners of the covered patio so that I could enjoy the night air.

The gentle swinging was just what I needed to calm down my raging hormones and I started thinking about the first time I was made to wear rubber for a substantial amount of time.

It was during one of my weekend long trips to New York City when I was several years younger. I had worked until noon on this particular Friday and, after stopping home to grab my "trick" bag, a caught the train. When I arrived at Grand Central, I headed for the public Men's Room and went into one of the stalls to change into my latex T-shirt. I had been a little too self conscious to wear it on the train but I figured that once I got to the city no one would pay it any mind. I left the stall feeling sexy and strong and invincible, like Superman after he left the phone booth, only, I had no cape. I headed towards the subway and down to the Village.

Once I hit Christopher Street I grabbed a couple of beers in the first bar I came across, a place called Thank You Sir, a generic leather bar. It was still afternoon so the bar wasn't crowded but there were a few guys wearing leather vests or pants I was getting lots of looks from the bar patrons but none of them really appealed to me. I came to the city to get laid and none of these neighborhood types seemed to fill the bill. I wanted a man who could give me something that I couldn't get back home. Nothing exotic per say, but not just a leather/rubber clone either.

I finished the beer and decided to do some window shopping further down the street. I wandered for a while and literally stumbled across a leather store. I say literally because I had been looking back over my shoulder at a particularly attractive bald guy with a huge mustache and tripped on some uneven pavement. I kind of fell sideways onto the guy who was walking beside me and wound up mostly in his arms. "Shit," I exclaimed, "I suppose that this will teach me to look where I'm going. Sorry."

"No problem, kid. I like it when hot guys fall into my lap," my catcher replied. I guess I must have blushed because he added that it really wasn't a problem, then he ran his hand up and down my chest. Now I really blushed. "A hot guy like you is either cruising or window shopping," he said, "either way I know where you want to go. Come with me." With that, he led me across the street to an unmarked door which he opened and urged me to enter.

I went inside and was immediately assailed by the smell of new leather . We entered a space that seemed to be fairly bursting with an overabundance of leather clothing and gear. There was rack upon rack of shirts and shorts, pants and jackets, jocks and caps, armbands, wrist bands, hoods, collars, everything! "This kind of what you were looking for?" he asked. I just nodded and began to explore. I hadn't made this trip planning on any big purchases but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to look at a few things but the sales clerk seemed to be having a bad hair day and taking it out on his fellow employees.

I drifted towards the back of the store and the scent of rubber overtook the smell of the leather. I rounded a corner and found myself in a room full of latex and rubber. There were more full suits here than I had ever seen in my life, all grouped in the center of the room. One side of the room was dedicated to shirts and tank tops and jackets. The opposite held shorts and pants, some with cod-pieces, some with attached cock and ball sheaths you just wanted to suck on. The third wall was hoods and boots, lots and lots of boots! I turned around and faced an entire wall of hoods. "Jesus" I blurted out. "I've been up and down this street dozens of times and never knew this place existed."

"Well, I kind of figured you would appreciate a change of scenery. My name is John, by the way."

I shook his hand and introduced myself...and thanked him profusely for leading me into this store. I told him that I had often fantasized about most of the gear in this room but that all the rubber I owned I was now wearing. "What I wouldn't give to have a collection like this," I said. John asked if I would like to try on some pieces and I let him know in no uncertain terms Yes!

"Alright," John said, " why don't you go into the changing room and strip down. I think that we can find a few things for you." As I undressed, John was probing me for details: where I was from, what I did for work, what I looked for in a man and a scene, what gear I had most often dreamt about, what my plans where for the evening. I felt like he was interviewing me but I still had a slight buzz from the beers so I really didn't mind.

I had just finished undressing when John handed me a rubber jock with an anatomically correct cock and ball sheath. I pulled this on just as my cock had begun to start swelling in anticipation. Next he handed me a latex catsuit that zipped up the back. My mind was reeling! I had never had this much of my body covered in rubber before and I was liking it. A Lot!!! I wanted to see what I looked like and opened the door to go out towards the mirror when John stepped in front of me. He started kneading my crotch and rubbing my rubber encased body, saying that I looked and felt great but I wasn't finished.

I didn't argue. I was floating on a rubber high and I wanted more. John turned me back around and, after swatting at my ass, went to collect some more things for me. He took several minutes and came back with an armful of rubber and gear. First he had me pull on a pair of heavy elbow length gloves. I then put on a second suit. This one was heavier and not as form fitting but was fairly snug at the wrists and ankles. He had me slip into a pair of neoprene waders which came up almost to my crotch and held on like they had been glued to my legs.

"How's it feel in there? John asked. "All that rubber on you. Bet it feels real good, nice and tight, covering most of your body. Sweat starting to build up so that the rubber slides just enough." He was examining me, at least one hand touching me at all times, and I was eating it up. "Gotta get something for that head, though. Ever worn a hood before?" I told him no but I was game to try any thing. He went to the hood wall and selected two pieces. The first was a pull-over hood with open eyes and two nose holes but no mouth. He helped me put it on and then went behind me to put the second one on. This hood was actually a gas mask that had a hood attached to it. The sound of my own breathing through the gas mask made my already hard dick even harder.

I turned to John. "Wow! This stuff is great," I said, "but I bet it's way out of my price range." After gazing at the mirror for several minutes I started to take the top hood off. "Wait," said John, " there is one more thing I want you to try." He went to the wall and came back with a rubber strait jacket and wasted no time in getting me in it. Not that I put up much of a struggle. "There, that's the finishing touch!" I was a little puzzled until he led me to the center of the room and moved the collected suits aside. Behind them was a round cage, big enough for a man to stand up in but not to sit down. I didn't realize until too late that I was intended to go in it.

John clanged the door shut behind me. As I heard the lock click shut, John let me know what was going on. "You see," he began, "I own this store. We open in a few minutes and we always like a few guys to show off the goods. Rubber looks much better when it is on somebody and you fill it out well. Going on our earlier conversation, I figured that you didn't have any set plans and that you really wouldn't mind." I admitted to myself that no, I really didn't mind, Especially when the first customer turned out to be baldie with the big stache.

Throughout the afternoon, guys wandered in to look at or try on various pieces. Occasionally, when they realized that I wasn't a mannequin, the would stop and cop a feel or two. Some would talk to me, asking what it felt like to be in all that rubber or telling how hot and sexy I looked. Around 8:00, the sales clerk with the attitude came back and unlocked the cage. He undid the strait jacket and pointed me toward the dressing area. I tried asking where John went but just got a curt "Out."

I reluctantly stripped off all of the rubber and laid it aside. Apparently I had been in that cage for over four hours. I changed back into my regular clothes and brought the pile of sweaty rubber up to the main desk. One of the other clerks, a cute little blond guy took them from me and asked if I had enjoyed my self. I told "Oh Yeah!" and headed for the door. I turned back just before I exited and saw "Blondie" sniffing the rubber jock. I just smiled and continued on my way.

I finally began to feel sleepy and drifted off. I slept for a few hours and slowly started to wake up around dawn. My eyes were still closed when I realized that I was still in the hammock and the sky was getting lighter as the night was turning to day. I heard faint noises, almost like voices, but I figured they were just some small animals or the trees moving in the breeze. I also became aware of a slight tugging all over my body. It felt as if gravity was pulling just a little bit more so that I firmly sank into the hammock.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe, see, or move! I tried gasping for air but I couldn't suck any in. My arms and legs and the rest of my body were immobilized so I did what anybody would do...I panicked. I tried yelling but didn't have the breath for it. I was thrashing around but couldn't seem to move.

I was starting to get dizzy from lack of air when the sheet was pulled from me. As I gulped in the early morning air, I tried to see what had happened to me. I looked down at my body and I had literally been woven onto the hammock, kind of like what the Lilliputians did to Gulliver. Someone had taken two inch wide rubber strips, the ones I keep in my toy chest, and tied me down by weaving them through the ropes, around my limbs and torso and back through again. There was laughter from behind me and I craned my head, the only part of me not secured, to see who it was.

Two men were standing there. One I recognized as my friend John, the guy who had sent me the video tape, the same John who had introduced me to long time rubber, because he was wearing his distinctive red and black latex outfit. The other one was unfamiliar to me. He was in head to toe rubber and, from what I could tell, in several layers. He was wearing a hooded gas mask so I couldn't even recognize his voice.

I began swearing at John, calling him every name that I could think of and then some others on top of that. "How could you do this to me you shithead? Just wait until I get out of this, yours will be the sorriest ass you've ever seen!" I would have kept on hurling invectives if the rubber stranger hadn't clamped a hand over my mouth. John leaned in and said "Is that anyway to treat a friend who wanted to surprise you on your birthday? Why, I'm shocked. And such language in front of your guests." I was going to comment on the fact that guests are usually invited first but my mouth was still clamped and I was trying to figure out to whom the hand belonged.

"Now," John said, "if you are done with your tirade, we will let you up and you can fill us in on your obviously eventful night." Who was I to argue?

They released me from the hammock and we headed into the kitchen. I went straight to the sink for some water and my two guests sat at the table. Once I had downed a whole glass, I joined them. John had this big old grin on face, you know, the cat that ate the canary kind.

"So," John started, "just how did we wind up in this state?"

I sat down and told them all about meeting James, the box of gear, and my subsequent problems with the locking suit. True to form, John laughed he head off. He told me that it served me right.

"What! If I was to write you a note and tell you to shave off all of your hair and dye yourself purple would you do it?", He asked.

I just kind of shrugged my shoulders. That sent John off into peals of laughter again. Even the other rubber man could be heard chuckling from inside the gas mask.

" By the way, this is Jim...a good friend of mine. He moved up this way not too long ago and I thought that you might enjoy meeting him.

I went over to Jim and shook his hand. He took me a little off guard because his grip was very firm and all I could see of his face was his eyes. He was obviously wearing a rubber hood underneath the gas mask. He released my hand and reached down to my crotch where my cock was once again straining within its confines. There was something about this guy that was definitely turning me on again.

"Um, nice to meet you Jim," I stammered. I was glad that I had the hood on because I new that I must be blushing. There is just something about a guy in full rubber that always gets to me.

"Hey Jonathan," John called to me, "I can see that you are in good hands. I need to go back to the hotel. I have a few things that I need to take care of."

"You go ahead John, I'll keep your friend occupied," Jim said. "Take all the time you want"

John snickered as he saw my jaw drop ever so slightly.

"Don't worry kiddo, you're in good hands!", John replied. And with that he left.

"So, I bet you are all nice and wet in there," John said. "Sweat and piss down around your toes, your cock sliding around in all that lube."

He was rubbing my crotch with one hand as he said that. The other hand reached up and started massaging my nipples. My head rolled back as I started getting into the sensations, my chest sending electric shocks to my brain and then down to my cock.

"You know, it's too bad you are locked in that suit. There are lots of things I can think off to do with you if we started off with you naked first." This is what Jim said as he rose and went behind me. I could feel the heat and solidity of his body as he pressed into my back. He reached around me and continued to play with my nipples, the velcro inside the suit adding to the sensations. His hands roamed all over my chest and worked their way up to my head. He covered my eyes with his right hand and the left went over my mouth. When he offered me first one and then all four of his fingers, I sucked on them for all I was worth.

Suddenly, Jim broke off all contact with me. He stood in front of me and slowly took off the gas mask. Underneath, he was wearing a form-fitting pullover hood of lightweight latex. It had eye openings and nostril holes but it left his entire mouth and chin open, exposing a neatly trimmed, salt and pepper beard.

"Ohmigod," I thought to myself, "a real honest to goodness rubber Daddy!" That was all the time I had to think before he had closed in on me and gave me one of the deepest kisses of my life. I could have dropped to my knees right then!

Jim looked me in the eye and said "Good boy. You want to make daddy happy, don't you?"

My reply was a very enthusiastic "Yessir." He smiled and put a hand on my shoulder and turned me towards the living room. Jim suggested that maybe we should try the key again. I tried to tell him that I had done so too many times already and it just did not work but he insisted. He told me to stand where I was and to tell Daddy where I had left the key. I had thrown the key into the box and that is where I pointed. He reached in, read the note and then came back with the key.

To my shock and surprise, when he turned the key the lock sprang open. A grin came over Jim's face.

"Well," Jim asked, "what was so hard about that?" I just stood there dumbfounded. Had I somehow been turning the key the wrong way? Was it because the gloves were too thick and I couldn't really feel what was going on? I had no clue.

"Jim, if you don't mind, I should get out of this stuff and get it cleaned out. I don't want the owner to get mad at me if it isn't perfect when I return it to him."

"I don't mind at all. In fact," Jim replied, "I insist on helping you."

I led the way to the bathroom. Jim helped me to remove the gloves since they were so snug on my upper arms. I unzipped the suit and tried to duck my head out of the attached hood. As I did so, I got stuck about halfway out, the lower part of the suit's hood covering my mouth and nose and cutting off almost all of my air. Jim started chuckling and reached into play with my nipples. I moaned as he rolled them around with his rubber covered fingers. Just as I really started to fight to get some air, he helped free my head from the suit. He then reached behind me and unzipped the hood. A string of spittle ran down my chin which he stopped and made me lick from gloved fingers.

As I started to remove the suit, Jim turned on the shower for me. I stepped under the warm spray and immediately felt more of my sensations returning to me. I stepped out of the suit and let it fill with water, cleaning it with soap and then letting it drain out. Jim reached in and took it from me when I had drained it the last time and left the room Next I turned my attention to the shorts. It was a bit of a struggle to remove them as I was still half hard. I finally pulled my cock and balls free from the sheath and started the rinsing out of the shorts.

I turned my head the wrong way and got a spray of waters in my eyes, causing me to both shut them and drop the shorts at the same time. Still rubbing at my eyes, I felt around on the bottom of the tub for the shorts and instead hit something solid. A rubber covered foot!

I looked up and there was Jim. I was right in my earlier assessment that he was wearing layers. He now stood in facing me in the shower. He had on a tight fitting latex tee shirt that showed of a well-defined chest and arms. He must have been wearing codpiece pants because now his fully erect latex sheathed cock stood up proudly from his crotch, jumping whenever the water would hit it. He still had on the same hood.

This time, I really did drop to my knees. I took his shiny black cock into my mouth and went to work. The sheath was sheer enough so that I could feel each ridge and vein perfectly as my tongue and lips glided over them. Jim brought his hands down to the sides of my head, holding me in place as he saw fit. I stayed down there for what seemed like hours...I was completely lost in worshipping this man.

Eventually Jim cupped my chin in his hand and brought me to my feet. We kissed again as we held each other close. His hands explored my now naked body as mine ran over his rubber clad form.

"Okay, I think we have you sufficiently clean',' Jim said. I turned around and shut off the water. Grabbing a towel I offered to dry Jim of and he readily assented. Beginning at his head, I gently blotted up the water and worked my way down to his feet. I saved his cock for last and gave it a quick kiss when I was finished. Jim reached into the shower and grabbed the shorts.

"When you're done in here, come back to the living room", he said, "and don't be wearing anything, you understand?"

"Yessir!"

I dried myself as thoroughly as I could and then shaved. When I emerged from the bathroom and headed for the living room I called out to Jim. "Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Yes. Your ass in here right now!"

I double timed it down the hall and stopped dead when I reached the room. Jim had added to his outfit while I was still in the bathroom. He had put on a latex motorcycle jacket over the tee shirt. The pouch was back on the codpiece pants and he now wore a pair of rubber riding boots with the pants tucked inside them. He still wore the same hood but it seemed to be more sinister with the additional apparel.

He crooked his finger at me and then pointed to the floor in front of him. I rushed to the spot and knelt at his feet, my head bowed. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he had placed the suit, shorts, hood and gloves back in the box. Jim dropped a piece of latex onto my head and told me to put it on. It was a pullover hood much like his own except that this one had a pinprick pattern for the eyes. It felt wonderful as I pulled it on, its tightness completely encompassing my head. I looked up at him and it was like everything was a shade darker. He pulled me to my feet and stroked my head.

"You ready for some fun boy?", Jim queried.

"Yessir!" As if he had to ask. I was already hard and pointing towards the ceiling.

"Alright. Stand perfectly straight and spread your legs and arms. And keep your eyes on me at all times." I thought the last thing he said was a little weird but I did as he said. He stood in front of me and started, ever so lightly, to run his hands over my body. He was barely even touching the hairs on my chest but my body was perfectly attuned to him. I began to moan softly whenever he came into contact with me.

Out of nowhere, I felt something flat and smooth press against my side. My eyes flew wide open and Jim immediately admonished me, "Eyes on ME boy!" It was hard but I did as he said. The new sensation crept across my chest and then I knew what it was...saran wrap! As layer upon layer was wrapped around me I kept looking at Jim. A smile was playing on his lips.

"I asked if you were ready for some fun. Well, this is just the beginning. Keep going men" So, Jim and John must have set this up. I figured that John was one of the "men" Jim referred to and that he had gone back to the hotel to pick up the other accomplice. By this time I was covered from neck to ankle with my tits and cock and balls sticking out from the wrappings. When they finished with the saran wrap I felt several hands smooth it down against me while others held me upright. I saw Jim motion to the men beside me and then I got an even bigger surprise.

My living room quickly filled up with at least a dozen men in various rubber outfits. I tried to keep my eyes on Jim but it was a losing battle. There was a pair of guys in identical suit with tubes running to each other's gas masks. Some wore rubber harnesses with latex pants or shorts. One was in a bib and brace suit, his shaven head coated in liquid latex. There were a few in full cat suits and even one walking around in a pod suit with his head in a rubber strap cage.

I heard a ripping sound and immediately felt the first strip of duct tape go on over the wrap. Put your legs together and get your arms tight to your thighs now. Everything got tighter and tighter and I just kept getting harder. When they had finished with taping my body, Jim stepped forward and removed my hood. The taping had been done very well also with my arms and hands, there was sure no chance to get moving even when I might start building lots of sweat underneath.

"It's time to finish you off, boy," he whispered in my ear. He took a hollow plastic tube about an inch around and stuck between my teeth. He sealed off my ears and then he wrapped my head with saran wrap. While other hands played with my exposed nipples and cock, he began to meticulously duct tape my head, molding it to fit my face. He covered everything except for my eyes.

John came and stood next to Jim. "You remember that video tape I sent you? Well, you can see how it ends now!" John said. He tore off a long strip of tape to go over my eyes and had almost done so when Jim put his hand up to stop him.

"I think there are two things that our mummy here needs to see first." Through the slightly hazy plastic wrap I could see Jim hold up two keys. So it wasn’t me doing wrong when I was unable to open that padlock …. With that thought I went into darkness, the eyesight taken by the last strip of tape.

Yet it seemed not to be finished. I was carried over to my bed, laid down there and felt something new sliding up my body from the feet. It was a rubber bag without any other opening but the attached open face hood. It needed two men to pull the hood open to get my body slipping in it, it must have been three or four of the men assisting on it, but finally my entire mummified body was in the bag and the hood over my taped head. To cover the last bit of visible tape on my head another hood was placed over my head, just one hole in it to fit my mouth tube trough it. I was totally sealed, a layer of saran wrap, a layer of duct tape, another layer of rubber, a black mummy in his own world now.

I heard a muffled voice on my ear: ‘Not that you’re finished already ..’ and immediately my legs were lifted off the bed and shoved into the leg part of another bag, this time made of heavy industrial rubber – very stiff already by itself. That bag was pulled up to my hips, then laid on the top of my body, it had a zip on the backside, airtight like it is used on drysuits. The attached hood was placed over my covered head and the tube carefully fitted through the only hole in it. Then I was turned around on my belly and the bag was fitted proper before the zip was shut to the neck. I felt some hands working on my head, next to the ears, not knowing what it was, then the zip was shut completely.

With the thickness of that last bag I was already almost unable to hear any other noises but my own breathing, but then again a voice – they had placed some earphones to my ears inside that last hood. ‘Almost done now, I think you’ll enjoy spending the rest of your birthday in your own little world, so I’ll make sure you won’t be disturbed until tomorrow. We will sure have our own fun here on your party, part of it will be enjoying you hanging around here for our view.’ I was then carried away and placed into my hammock again, I felt straps being added to secure me in it, then some monotonous noise began in the earphones, I could not hear anything else anymore at all.

What a perfect way to spend a birthday …..

I was horny as hell, no way to release though, not able to move an inch, sealed in the layers, sweating, drifting slowly away in my isolation. Thinking about the others playing around in my flat by now .. even if I wasn’t part of the playing, I was put and left in a perfect world sealed and tied. I lost track of time in my isolation and even dozed away some little times … I had no idea how long I was hanging here now, were the others still there, when will they release me here, what happens at the moment around me ….

After what has been ages the monotonous noise stopped, again I was talked to, and it was James again, the one where all this started with. ‘How are you, Jon’ more rhetorical as I wasn’t really able to reply. ‘I am sure you enjoy your confinement, from our initial talk I assume it is heaven’. I couldn’t agree more to it. ‘Now, I know it comes sudden, but it seems you’re just the one I am looking for. I wouldn’t have thought this blind date would bring me to find a slave like you are, but in fact I look to own such boy for good.

As I told you I am semi-retired, run a few small businesses, and you said you’re anyway not happy at your current job. I would love making you my rubber and bondage property, and you can assist me in some of my businesses too, I can teach you what is needed there. Of course you will have to do even that either bound or sealed, but I don’t think you will have any problems with that. You would spend your future most times sealed and restrained, but also join me on my travels and other activities in-between. You can become a lifetime restrained and/or sealed slave to me if you want to. All it needs is your agreement.

Moving to my place and resigning your job is just a formal issue – but making this decision is yours to do now. I will release you out of your prison now, then you can tell me your decision – I will not be disappointed if you reject this offer, so don’t worry, but if you accept it, this future will start right away.’ With that I was carried off the hammock on to my bed and one by one all layers were removed. It was still dark outside so I have been in my prison several hours, but all others were gone by the time I regained sight when the tape was cut off my head.

‘Have a shower now and then come back to give me your answer’ James said. I was exhausted from the heavy times in my layered prison and the shower was bringing me back to life again. Just like James also I would never have thought about getting to such a point with a blind date. A point where I am supposed to make such a extreme decision …. I sure have dreamed of becoming someone’s tied and sealed property some times, but actually doing it … that is a different thing.

I was finished with my shower, dried myself off and slowly went back to the living room. James sat there on the couch and looked at me when I entered the room. I knew he expected an answer right now, but was still hesitating to say anything. Instead I stood in front of him and looked in his eyes. To me it seemed a extreme long period, but it might have been only a few moments though, but then I knew what I had to do, I was sure that it was the right thing to do. I dropped down on my knees, put my hands on my back, bowed my head and said: ‘Please, Sir, I am honored to be allowed to accept your offer’. Again a long pause it seemed, when he suddenly said: ‘I am pleased to hear this, boy, as of this moment on you are no longer a free man, and as from now on my word will be your law. I will train you and mold you into what I want to own, I know it will take time to get you there, but we have a lifetime to reach this. But I see a good start here, your position is correct right now, and that is where and how you will be if not told different by me.’ He stood up and went to the other corner, I remained just as I was. He came back with the box he had given me yesterday. ‘First we get you dressed proper and then you will be moved into your new home, boy’ He took out the shorts again, but ordered me to bend forward first. I felt a cold lubed plug at my ass, being pushed slowly, I relaxed as good as I could and the medium sized plug entered my ass and finally my butt muscle enclosed the bottom of it.

He helped me get the shorts on, my dick inside the sheet and closed the front. Next he gave me a thin rubberhood, eyes pricked, nose and mouth open, I pulled it over my head and put it proper in place. Then he took again the onepiece suit out of the box, He lubed my body well and helped me get into the suit once again. Once my head was pushed in the hood of that suit the zip closed and the lock was shut again. So it will be him to decide if or when I get out of it again. He went to my drawers and came back with my waders and helped me slip them on. Instead of the rubbergloves though he now held two of those rubbermittens in his hand, the ones I had experienced once already, inside like gloves, each finger separated, but around some heavy rubber mitten, rendering my hands quite useless, both were locked with small padlocks too.

Next he took a rubbergag with breathing tube and put it in my mouth, buckling it on the back and locking it as well. Now he took me outside on my balcony again, and what I haven’t seen before, he got a wooden box delivered there in the time I was sealed before during the night – obviously he expected my to accept his offer. The box was just the size to have someone inside sitting on a chair, not much space left though then to each side or top. He opened the front and top lid, and inside was a small platform to sit on, several straps all around inside the box. He sat me on that platform and pushed my back toward the back of the box. He then strapped my upper body on to it. Next my legs were spread to the sites of the box, each leg then from the knee downwards strapped tight to the sites. Another strap over each thigh and my legs were immobile. Each arm then also was strapped to the sites of the box, last my neck and head were strapped to the back too. With that I was all rubbered up, gagged, immobilized.

‘I will arrange all my stuff being moved to my place today, and that includes my new property here in the box.’ All my stuff he said, and yes, all that was mine is his now, and he was right, that included myself too, I was his property by y own decision now. ‘I’ll make some phone calls when I get home, so within a few hours you should be at your new home, until then relax, boy.’ He now connected the breathing tube to another tube that was attached inside the box, leading to the outside. He shut the top lid and then the front of the box. I heard some metal clanking – he was padlocking the box. Then it was silent again …. Some noises coming from the street, but besides that nothing else. He left obviously.

I began to have second thoughts now that I was alone locked in here. Was it really the right decision? But then my dick being hard as a rock inside my rubber convinced me that nothing better could happen to me, I indeed wasn’t happy with my job, I indeed was more than happy to be in a situation as I found myself right that moment, I enjoyed the sealing, the restraining, I will just have to follow his training to become the slave he wants. I don’t know how much time went, but I heard more noise now, it must have been several people talking and shouting, lots of rumbling – obviously a moving company started the work of packing all my belongings together for transport. Well – no longer my belongings, HIS belongings … About an hour I think must have passed with all that noise when I heard them close to the box, the box was lifted and carried … They hit the one or other corner of the house with the box while getting me downstairs, some more shifting and the movement stopped, I guess I am in the moving truck now … Just like a piece of property I am now I was ‘shipped’ to my destination. After some time the truck moved … I was on the way to my new life.