Braced in Rubber

Author: rubberclad
Title: Braced in Rubber
Date: 11 March 2007

Braced in Rubber
By Rubberclad

Part 1
I had passed the building many times and never really noticed it. For some reason that day I did. There was a weather-beaten sign that said “Specialized Medical Braces & Appliances”. Well, I’ve always been interested in braces as part of bondage and the medical play scene...and of course rubber. My dick grew hard at the thought of full body braces.
I gathered up my nerve and looked for the door. It was a rusty metal-clad door on the side of the building with a small sign next to it that said: If Interested, Enter. I cautiously turned the knob and slowly opened the door. It moved effortlessly and quietly, not something I expected from its outward looks. The door closed silently behind me and there was a subtle click of a lock.
I found myself in what looked like a small showroom. The floor, walls and ceiling appeared to be covered in a dull heavy rubber. Lighting was low with small spots on the displays. Glass cases stood in the middle of the room with various types of gleaming stainless steel braces on display. Around the wall of the hushed room were manikins with various braces in place and in different poses. The manikins appeared to be a black rubbery material and were very lifelike; definitely male.
While looking at the exciting gear I hadn’t noticed that someone had entered the room. There was a light tap on my shoulder and I abruptly turned to face a very handsome man in what appeared to be medical scrubs. “Can I help you? You appear to be interested I what we have to offer,” he said.
I was so shocked to find someone else here that I could only stammer, “Yyes…eh…I…I a interested.” At that he just smiled with just a momentary hint of evil in his eyes. I…ah…have always been…eh…in the look and…ah…wanted to find out how they…ah…felt on.”
“Well you’re not the first venture in here with that desire. Tell me, are you attracted to other medical appliances and equipment other than the braces?” he asked. I could now see that his scrubs were made of a very soft rubber material which made me even more excited.
Again I answered a bit nervously, “Well…the thought of...ah…being in a medical or…ah…clinic setting has always turned me on…if you know what I…ah…mean.”
“We certainly do. That’s what we’re here for. Would you like to see more or, perhaps, try something on?” Again that look.
I hesitatingly looked around the room at the manikins. Slowly walking over to one of them I reached out and touched the sparkling polished steel of a leg brace. A shiver ran through me. So close to my dream. I touched the manikin and found it to be soft to the touch…rubbery…almost alive. But it couldn’t be. Did I hear the slightest moan? The barest hiss of air? At the touch of the…what, a sales person, nurse, doctor?…I turned with a start and he said, You’re ready. I can tell. Come with me.” There was a certain authority in his voice and my nervousness dissipated; I felt almost hypnotized.
* * * * *
We moved to a door that I hadn’t noticed before though it must have been the one that he came through before. It silently opened and we were in a very small room, again fully rubber covered surfaces. In the center was a bright stainless steel table with a light shining on it, the only light in the room. This didn’t look like an ordinary changing room to me but then again the experience so far hasn’t exactly been ordinary.
In a very calm yet in-charge voice he said, “Before you can try on any of our “products” you’ll have to undergo and examination and some measurement will have to be taken.” The measurements I could understand but what kind of examination I enquired.
“We want to be sure that you’re in good condition and won’t panic when in the braces. Some “patients” have anxiety attacks and it does take awhile to undo the hardware once it’s in place.” The smell of the rubbered room and his rubber scrubs was becoming intoxicating in the small room.
“Well, I guess if it’s necessary, sure”
I was directed to remove all of my clothes and place them in a basket which was under the table, which I did. I looked down to see my cock standing out and he said that it happens to all of the “patients” who wander in to the shop. The use of the work “patients” did nothing to soften my cock…it only made it harder and to things more exciting.
While I had been undressing he had been busy preparing. On the table lay what looked like a body bag, amber in color…so clinical looking…and exciting. “Please get up on the table and we’ll start the process. Once in this bag the air will be removed and its built-in sensors will record your body dimensions to ensure a proper fit of the hardware.” Again that slightly evil look on his face. “You will notice several “fittings” inside of the bag. They will measure your body openings should you wish to add some “appliances” to the braces once you have them on.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this what I’ve been looking for all this time…a real medical scene?
As I slid into the bag I found it was lightly lubricated and I moved into it easily. He pointed out the attached plug and helped seat it as I moved farther into the bag. It sort of soft and not too large so it slid in with minimum effort. He now assisted in getting my cock and balls into attached sheaths for both and once in fastened tight rubber ring around them to keep everything in place. I was instructed to place my arms into the internal sleeves which were to keep everything in place while those measurement were taken. A zipper that began just above my cock was slid to my neck. I could feel something like small rubber cups over my tits, they felt good, in fact the entire bag felt good as I squirmed around on the table.
“We don’t want you to fall off of the table while the procedure is going on so I’ll just fasten you to it.” With that he preceded to attach rubber straps to fittings on the side of the bag and then to the underside of the table. A motor whirred and the belts tightened up and I felt the slightest amount of panic…what have I gotten into…I wondered.
As if reading my mind he said, “Just relax, all of this can be a little frightening at first but I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it once we begin. Your panic isn’t unusual I can assure you.” Again that evil look in his eyes. He reached underneath table and brought out a heavy black rubber hood with lots of fittings for things to be attached though I had no idea what they’d be for. As he placed the hood in front of me I could see what looked like an athletic mouth guard and was instructed to open my mouth. As I did he inserted it and I was told to close. I could suck in air through it. Small rubber tubes went into each nostril and the hood was pulled over the rest of my head…all went dark. I heard him say that he was going to zip it on tightly and fasten it to the table like the bag was so I wouldn’t interfere with the procedure.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t talk; but for the moment could hear.

Part 2
I felt hands, more than two, on my body. Then a voice seemed to be in my head - must be something built into the hood. The voice was different, deeper and more ominous sounding. It said, “We are connecting you to various wires and hoses…some for monitoring and measuring and some for flushing you out. Once you are you’re flushed out internal measurements will be also taken. You might not have expected this but we are thorough and our devices will take everything into account. Relax.”
Relax…now there’s a concept. In my position how do you relax! Apprehensive and excited!
I could feel the connections being made and anxiously waiting the procedure to begin…what was actually going to happen? The bag began to tighten squeezing me all over like some big hand just crushing me. I tried to say it was too tight but couldn’t utter a word. The new voice said that the trip has only just begun and gave and evil sounding chuckle.
The tightening stopped. What’s next? Didn’t have long to think about it. The probe in my rear began to expand…and expand…and move deeper. Stuffed. A hand gripped my cock tightly and began to slid what must have been a catheter down it until it was into my bladder…had to piss…but couldn’t. The small balloon at the end was inflated and I had to go even worse. No relief. Then I was draining, every last drop. Plugged on both ends.
I could feel hands on my balls and cock again, fitting something on? Can’t see, can’t tell what’s going on. Then the squeezing began there too. Really tight! The voice said; “Hope you’re enjoying this, there’s more…much, much more.” And that chuckle again.
What more could there be…I’m squeezed everywhere now, right? Then the hood began to tighten, conforming to every contour of my head and face…tighter than any bondage gear I’ve ever been in. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop but it did. Then the tubes in my nose began to inflate but I could still get air through them. Another body hole plugged! Thinking there’s nothing left to inflate the mouthpiece began to expand, filling my entire mouth. Squeezed, plugged and inflated all around…frightening and quite a trip all at the same time.
The voice asked if I was comfortable - as if I could answer – and then said that I was ready for t he next phase, measurements. With that I could felt liquid entering my rear. Not forcibly, just steady and a lot. It stopped and drained away. Again. Must have been the cleanout. Filling again…more. Still more! It wasn’t, I’m filled more than I’ve ever been.
Next I felt something entering my bladder and it didn’t stop. I’m going to explode...I’ve got to piss! It stopped and was drained off; relief! Then another cycle and a fill again but this time it didn’t drain away…didn’t know if I could stand the pressure. How could there be more?
There was. The cups on my tits began to squeeze…hard, and didn’t let go. Electrical impulses began on my body…was this how the were measuring me? The level went up, very stimulating, well, about as stimulating as anything can be while inflated internally. The pain. Just as It was beginning to be unbearable I began to feel woozy…gas?

Part3
I had no idea how much time passed when I came-to. Still squeezed, filled and inflated. “Well, well,” the voice said, “I see we’re awake. Your processing was successful so we’ll begin draining and removing the bag.” I didn’t want it to end…it had become almost pleasant. Fluids began draining; inflatables were deflated. I felt empty. The bag and hood pressure was decreased; then nothing. I felt alone, empty..
Hands removed the hood and I could open my eyes. The light was dim. A figure was standing at the table…fuzzy. As my sight cleared I saw him…was this the source of the voice? He said, “While you were under we completed our measurements and are ready for the next phase. Are you?” The voice, deep and authoritative. “You better be…you’ve no choice now.”
No choice? Had I signed anything? Couldn’t remember.
He was tall. His body was encased in a white rubber suit the showed every detail of his amazing body. Everything was white; his long fingers in the attached gloves, his head in its attached hood with only eyes showing, and his cock and balls in their attached sheath which were at full attention. A breathing mask covered his nose and mouth but apparently did not hinder his speech. Hoses connected the mask to an unseen air supply. His long legs were in thigh high white rubber boots.
“I am your Doctor, Master, Keeper…however you’d like to think of me…it doesn’t matter. You will have no choices in the future. No control.” I was to confused to answer and thought that it might not be in my best interests to do so. With that the Doctor’s assistant appeared. They too were completely rubber clad only in black as opposed to the Doctor’s white.
The assistants remover the body bag and all of its connections. The air felt cold on my naked body. They began to spread a gel on my entire body and the Doctor explained that it would remove all of my hair permanently. The assistants began to scrub the gel into every nook and cranny of my body. After some time passed they flushed it off with hoses, turning me over to get it all off. Now I really was naked and it was a wonderful feeling. My body responded; cock standing straight up and tits hard. I was dried off thoroughly.
A black rubber suit was produced and I was stood up and supported by an assistant as they began to get me into it. It seemed to be an exact fit in every detail, probably based on the measurement they had taken. How long was I out for them to have made a suit? As my feet were slipped into place each toe found an individual home. The suit must have been lubricated because it went on so easily. It slid up my legs and when it reached my waist I was bent forward and a hand guided a sleeve into my ass. When it was fully in place the same hand began getting my cock and balls into their sheaths, again exact fits. The end of the cock sheath had an attached tube that was now inserted into my cock and slid deep inside. Like being fucked in another hold; I shivered in pleasure. The whole suit was very stretchy and conformed exactly to my body yet it was rather thick.
Next were my arms and then a hood was brought up and over my head. I was enveloped in formfitting rubber. There were eye openings, for my nostrils and one for my mouth, that’s how it was apparently put on. Attached tubes were inserted into my nostrils; breathing in I could smell the new rubber and inhaled deeply. “I see you’re enjoying the experience so far,” said the Doctor. “Now you’re ready for some braces and appliances.”

Part 4
The Doctor told me to follow him. Walking was a challenge with all of the tubes and sheaths in place but was possible. I could hear my breathing through the nose tubes and was getting even more excited. A door was opened to what appeared to be a warehouse; tall shelves but I could not really see much of the goods. We passed through this space and entered another small room with a table inside and some cupboards and a desk and chair. It looked like a real clinic room; a stainless steel exam table in the center, the cupboards, desk and chair were also steel. The floor, walls and ceiling appeared to be rubber covered. Operating room lights were over the table. The Doctor told me stand next to the table and instructed several rubbercovered assistants to bring some parts to try on to me. My cock got even harder at the thought adding braces to what I was already enclosed in.
When they came back they had a few large items; enough parts for braces for upper and lower body. I had never seen them for real before so was curious. The stainless steel gleamed in the bright clinical lighting. The Doctor grinned evilly when he saw me looking in amazement at the bright steel. He told me that since these braces were fully adjustable they would fit my body perfectly and that there were some special parts that I would see later, not like the usual braces he sold. He said that instead of using Velcro or leather strapping to hold things together these had metal stripes that could be adjusted to the wearer’s body and locked in place; not something the usual customer would buy, but that he had them made for “special occasions” as he called it.
He then started with an upper body system. It looked like body armor; a two piece affair made of hard plastic, from above the hips to just the below my tits with a continuation on the back going up to my neck. An assistant held the rear piece against my back while the Doctor placed the front half. It appeared to have a rubber bladder of some sort fit to its inside. He closed the adjustable clasps on the sides snugging the pieces up tight. I then heard the click of what I assumed to be a locking device. It was a tight fit, restricting my breathing a bit but not to much as to be uncomfortable to wear. I was even hornyer and in gear heaven and there was more to come.
Next he took a pretty heavy looking wide posture device and placed the back on to the back of the body sections, adjusting its height to match my neck perfectly before placing the front on to it. My head was now fixed straight forward, yet still allowing small movements. Again he adjusted metal straps on that collar to fit perfectly, tight but not too tight and locking it in place. Another hard shelled piece was fitted to my head and attached at the rear to the neck piece. Now I was not able to move the head at all anymore. My dick was rock hard; no way that it would go down without relief anymore, that restricting feeling of my upper body was fabulous.
I told the Doctor that this was a really fascinating feeling and also told him that I enjoyed it a lot. He laughed and said I should be patient until it was all done and then decide how I felt. I tried to nod, but that was not possible, yet I had enough room at the chin to speak more or less well.
He now took parts that appeared to be for my arms, bright stainless steel and skeletal looking. Assistants attached one to the upper back of the body support. It was screwed in place. I could feel the vibration thorough out my body from the power drivers as the screws were driven home. He then adjusted the length to fit it my right arm first. I placed my palm into the system and he started to adjust it to fit perfectly around the whole length of the arm, it felt tight on the arm, yet not pressing too much. Again instead of leather or Velcro straps holding it on the arm, there were bright steel straps all over it that were one by one locked in place. My arm was straightened downwards and then locked all joints on it; the right arm was now immobile, only my fingers were still able to be moved. The same procedure followed for the left arm, and 10 minutes later it was just as immobile as the right one, I was now immobilized from the hips upwards in gleaming steel and black hard plastic.
An assistant now started taking some measurements of the length of my legs. As he and the Doctor stepped to a cupboard he said that I shouldn’t run away when he stepped away. I chuckled and thought where would one go in that outfit – rubber covered, unable to move my upper body and with a rock hard cock standing out.
They turned from the cupboard with another system looking like some kind exoskeleton; it looked like it covered from just above the hips down to including the feet; a very complicated looking system, many joints, straps, lots of bright steel. The assistant went behind me and after I heard metallic sounds the Doctor told me to stand straight now while they applied it. First he placed a metal belt around the hard shelled body section, holes in the belt fitting over matching bolts, one snap of a locking device and it was help in place. Then he continued to put it around one leg, adjusting to fit perfectly all the way down to the ankle, lots of metal straps just like on the arms making sure they were tightly closed around the leg. The same procedure followed for the other leg. The Doctor then asked me to lift one leg slightly so that he could shove the last part under it. It was not so easy with all the braces on, but the joints of the legs were not locked so I managed to life one foot slightly as a metal plate was shoved under that foot, asking me to step in it. This part covered actually the foot up to the ankle and was screwed on to the already applied brace. It fit tightly but not really uncomfortably. It looked very anatomical right down to the pockets that each toe slid into. He then locked the joints of that leg and we repeated that procedure for the other foot, once finished he also locked all joints.
The assistants now brought what looked like stainless steel gloves to the Doctor. He had them adjust my arms so that they were sticking straight out from the elbows. Carefully he inserted my fingers into the glove and slid it up to my wrist where it was screwed to the arm brace. He asked me to move my fingers and to my surprise I could. He installed the other glove and tested it too. With that completed I heard a faint whirring sound and my fingers straightened and my elbows straightened. I must have looked shocked because the Doctor then explained that all of the joints were moveable with miniaturized motors and he could fully control my movements.
Then he stood in front of me; a brief look down to my cock. He grabbed it and held it in his rubbercovered hand, saying that someone was obviously enjoying himself a lot. It felt so good. I mumbled that it will probably never go down as long as I am so immobile and enjoying it this much. With his evil laughed he said that this is normal and that there would be some special “appliances” to follow. He also said that after some time my enjoyment would probably fade and there really wasn’t much I could do about it. He added that this was a form of chastity too, since I couldn’t each it. I grimaced and agreed with him, it sure will get frustrating at some point I said.

Part 5
The doctor placed a full-length mirror in front of me positioned so I could see my entire body. He just grinned and laughed in his evil way, turned and moved out of my field of vision. A door clicked shut, the lights dimmed with just a spotlight on me. Was this really me? In my wildest dreams I couldn’t have imagined that I would be in gear like this; I didn’t want out. Little did I know that I never would!
I don’t know how long I was left like this…just taking in the full extent of my encapsulation but suddenly the lights went up and the Doctor appeared again along with the assistants. He said that they would now complete outfitting me. I couldn’t imagine what else he had in mind but soon found out. An assistant produced a black piece of plastic and handed it to the Doctor. Lifting it into my field of vision he explained that it was the face piece to compete my head gear. There were tubes everywhere. It was brought up in front of my face and I could see that there was a soft rubber interior with the tubes coming through. With an assistant on either side to hold it the Doctor began sliding two of the tubes into my nostrils; they were lubricated and slid in quite easily into the tubes attached the rubber hood. As the face-piece was brought closer he opened my mouth and a gag that looked similar to an athletic mouth guard was inserted. This one was different in that there was a hole in its center with a tube attached and what appeared to be small bladders on the inner surface. He said to bight down which I did and it conformed to my teeth. The face-piece was now against my skin and conformed to every contour. I was breathing easily through the nose tubes and the mouthpiece. I could see through goggle-like lenses over my eyes. I felt the assistants screw the face-piece to the rest of the helmet, vibrating throughout my body.
The doctor stepped aside and I could once again see my entire body in the mirror and couldn’t believe the image; now fully enclosed in black plastic and bright stainless steel and grew even more excited and hard, if that were possible. He looked into my eyes and told me that it was now time for the other “appliances”.
A steel and rubber object was held before my eyes and he explained that it would be inserted in my ass. It appeared huge with tubes coming out of the steel end. I sucked in air. He only laughed and disappeared. I felt hands at the rear of the rubber suit I had on. Cool air touched bear skin sending a shiver through me and realized that the suit had been fitted with an opening. I could feel the coolness of lubricant against my ass; then the steady pressure of the special “appliance” being pushed in. Ever so slowly it moved in and finally seated itself I could feel the steel against my sphincter and the rubber part filling my ass. As my breathing was returning to what resembled normal the “appliance” as he called it felt quite good.
Just as I was settling in to this new feel he appeared in front of me again with more bright steel in his hand. It looked like a stainless steel cock and ball sheath! He told me that it would be next. He bent out of my site and I could feel his hand on my hard cock. Holding it firmly, he began sliding the steel over my cock. It, too, had to be lubricated to slid so easily over the rubber sheath. Finally I felt something enter the end of my rubbered cock and into the rubber tube lining the first part of my piss hole. It was rigid, large in diameter and about the same length as the rubber lining. Again I pulled in air sharply but it didn’t stop the Doctor. As the tube was going in my rubbered balls were stuffed into place in the “appliance”.
With both ends plugged I felt hands working around the new “appliances”. Something was being slid up between my leg and fitted around the plug and sheath. It was pulled up firmly by the two assistants and I could feel them screwing this new piece into the front and back of the body shell. When finished the Doctor appeared and the mirror rolled into place again. There was bright steel between my legs holding my new stainless steel cock and balls straight out in front of me. What a sight!
The assistants were back with more parts. I saw what looked like suction cups attached to steel bars. As they approached I figures out where the were headed…my tits. The cups were placed right over my rubber covered tits and the bars was screwed to my plastic body brace. They made adjustments which pushed the cups tightly against my tits. Next large eye-bolts were fastened to the rear of the body brace near my shoulders and I could guess what they were for…suspension.

Part 6
I could hear what sounded like hoist motors and soon two chains with hooks appeared from above. The assistants hooked one into each of the eye-bolts and proceeded to lift me off the floor. It felt like flying…nothing of the braces created any rea pressure points; a perfect fit. They then set the hoist in motion along what must have been a ceiling mounted track to the far wall which opened to reveal what looked like a closet with lots tubes and wire connections coming out of its sides. I was turned an pushed back into the enclosure, just sort of swaying there. They then busied themselves with hooking up the wires to connections on the body shell and helmet. I was pushed back until I heard a click and felt the plug in my ass mate with something. I was anchored to the rear wall. I felt a sudden swelling on my ass and realized that the rubber part of the plug was inflating and getting longer; I thought I was going to burst. Then it stopped growing; just filling me up.
The tubes in my nose were hooked up to what looked like an anesthesia rebreathing bag. I took in a big breath and could just see out of the corner of my eye the bag collapsing and inflating as I exhaled. A few more breaths and I was sure I was still on fresh air. Next a larger tube was connected to the mouthpiece and the small interior bladders began to expand filling my mouth and pressing my tongue down. I couldn’t make a sound.
Then I felt something enter my cock through the steel tube in its end; a catheter was pushed in until it passed into my bladder and the anchor balloon inflated. The other end was connected to another tube coming out of the closet wall. I was now completely stuffed in every body opening. The Doctor reappeared in my field of vision again, smiling an just said, “Now you’re all mine, welcome to my world! Let the fun begin!”
He reached to the side and pushed several buttons and thing began to happen. Too many thing all at once. I couldn’t move or protest.
I could feel my bladder filling and expanding, hoping it wouldn’t burst. Fluid began to enter my ass through the inflated plug, filling me to well beyond my previous limits. The cups on my tits began to vibrate and tighten, squeezing ever tighter and I couldn’t yell out. Then panic struck as my chest was squeezed tightly. The rubber surface inside the chest section of the brace expanded forcing all the breath out of me. Then it relaxed and I took in air. Again it forced the air out but didn’t relax. I couldn’t breath. Then it recycled; it was breathing for me and at what ever pace was determined by the Doctor. I had lost all body control! Breathing became regular.
The fluids were withdrawn and the cups stopped their relentless tightness on my tits. I tried to relax as best I could but it was hardly restful. After what was probably several minutes-time had stopped being rea a long time ago-I felt a tingling in my balls, then my cock…and ass…and tits. It grew stronger; electricity. There must have been electrodes built into the rubber suit I was wearing under all of this hardware. It began to intensify randomly in various places and at for varying durations. It felt like my whole body was jumping around like a puppet but I knew that wasn’t possible locket into all of this hardware. Then the breathing cycles became erratic; I didn’t know how long or how deep my breaths would be. My world was random; no focus. The lenses in my helmet went dark. Isolated completely!
Then it all stopped; nothing. Just darkness and silence. Slow, rhythmic breathing. Gas must have been introduced to my air supply because I just drifted away.