Fable part 2

Author: alky
Title: Fable part2
Date: 01 January 2005

<h1 align="center">Fable</h1><center>by an author who wishes to remain anonymous</center><hr /><!-- brief=What might have been --><h1 align="center">Fable Part Two</h1><hr />

Hans had equipped himself with a clip-board and paper, together with a variety of measuring devices ranging from a simple tailor's tape, to callipers and even a micrometer. The measuring began; at first it was the usual basic data that was noted, but before the evening was over, Hans had measured not only the diameter of every orifice, the exact size of Tom's head, and the size of his testicles, but every finger and every toe, joint by joint. The measuring was punctuated by calculations of angles and contours where appropriate, the whole process occupying several hours. Hans was concentrating hard on his work, recording every detail meticulously, and spoke only when he wanted Tom to adjust his position. To Tom it seemed that Hans had undergone a metamorphosis - gone was the smile, and the courteous manner - the serious professional had taken over, and Tom realised that he was a little in awe of this new Hans.

When it was over, and every conceivable measurement had been taken and recorded, Tom was told to dress and reminded to return the following Monday. Hans left Tom to find his own way out without further comment.

Every Monday thereafter Tom attended as instructed. He underwent many sessions during which wax impressions were made of every part of his anatomy, including his mouth; no part of him went unrecorded. He was made to give samples of urine, blood and saliva. On several occasions he was given an electro-cardiograph; on others he had an electro- encephalograph. Tom was not slow to realise that these more searching investigations always followed any test which excited him sexually. The very intensity of the whole process he was undergoing stimulated Tom's erotic imagination; it seemed that Richard wanted a fully scientific profile of his physical and emotional reactions to certain stimuli. He was beginning to grasp that Richard really was going to take him to the very limit of his tolerance and beyond. The prospect filled him with elation.

Most of the sessions were with Hans alone, occasionally Karl would be present to assist. It was clear to Tom that Hans was the senior of the two, apart from that there was no indication of what relationship, if any, existed between the two. They behaved towards each other as professional colleagues. So far as their relationship with Richard was concerned; it appeared, superficially, that they were nothing more to him than trusted employees.

The whole set-up fascinated Tom. He found himself imagining that these two had begun their relationship, whatever it was, with Richard in similar circumstances to those in which he now found himself. Certainly they gave nothing away, conversation was limited to the job in hand. Tom was disappointed that they had offered no information about the purpose of the tests they carried out, despite the fact that Richard had hinted that they might do so. His own observations only led him to suppose that he would at some stage be kitted out in a rubber suit that would fit extremely well, and that because the so-called 'Great Occasion' was going to be of extended duration, Richard with his medical background, was being ultra cautious about the health-related tests. The outstanding feature about these two, from Tom's vantage point, was their immaculate self-discipline. They were so controlled that Tom found himself speculating for hours about the true nature of their relationship with Richard. He knew instinctively that it was something very deep and complex.

One evening, after several weeks of tests, Tom received the first indication that things were moving to toward a climax. He was dressing after a session of tests with Hans, and was ready to leave when the German said, "I have some special instructions for you from the Doctor. First there is a list of foods that you should avoid from now on. You are to take no alcohol, nor any drugs either recreational or for medication. If you develop any symptoms that would normally lead you to consult your own doctor, you are first of all to telephone the number included with the diet sheet. Finally, there is to be no sexual activity whatever, not even masturbation; the Doctor is most emphatic about this. He expects you to continue your habitual regimen of exercise, but that you should also ensure that you get plenty of rest, retiring early each night from now on. You will attend as usual next Monday, which will almost certainly be the last time. I will have some news for your then. Goodnight, Tom." </p><hr />

Sitting there in the ante-room, awaiting he knew not what, Tom recalled the frisson of excitement that gripped him that night. Despite Richard's instructions he was unable to sleep. The exciting prospect ahead made his whole body tingle; the weeks of tests had shown him only a glimmer of what was to take place, but his natural intelligence told him he was in for an incredible rubber experience, for why else would such a man as Richard take so much trouble. His cock gave him no peace. It was permanently erect, and its constant throbbing distracted his mind as well as his body. He exercised all his will-power and managed only by super-human effort to refrain from wanking. He was convinced that no submissive ever endured such torment, especially by proxy.

When Tom arrived at the house the following Monday it was Karl who answered the door. Karl received him with a wide grin; gone now was the detached professionalism of the past few weeks. Karl's whole manner suggested unbounded joy at seeing Tom again, although his verbal greeting was the customary politeness he always displayed. Tom was taken straight to the study where Hans was seated at Richard's desk.

Hans wasted no time on preliminaries or greeting, "There is no work tonight. All tests are now complete and satisfactory." His voice was flat, he did not smile, nor did he invite Tom to sit. "The Doctor requires you to be here on Friday of next week at Three. You should be prepared to remain at the Doctor's disposal until late on the following Sunday. You will need a period of recovery, and the Doctor suggests that you arrange to keep the Monday and Tuesday following free for this purpose. Do any of these requirements create problems for you?" Tom shook his head and Hans continued, "You are to eat nothing solid after Ten on the preceding Thursday evening, and you will take no liquids after noon on the Friday; this is essential for your subsequent well- being. You may go."

Hans's dismissal had been almost brusque, in contrast with the warm friendliness of Karl's welcome earlier. Tom reflected once again on how, gradually, attitudes had changed since his first visit. For an instant he felt almost rejected, but his thoughts soon turned to what lay ahead, and the gnawing excitement he had been living with for so long re-asserted itself, and he tried, as best he could, to continue his life normally. </p><hr />

Friday.

After a restless night, Tom rose. No breakfast; his stomach was churning, partly from hunger and partly from a mixture of emotions, indefinable now that the actual day had arrived. When he got downstairs and found a letter on Richard's distinctive stationery, his stomach stopped churning. He hesitated before opening it, terrified that at the last moment everything had been cancelled. If his hands had not been trembling so much he would have ripped the envelope open; as it was, his fingers would not obey his brain, and telling himself to 'get a grip', he took a knife and slowly slit the envelope. As he withdrew the paper a key dropped out. He read, </p><blockquote>Tom -

Today is the day we have both worked long and hard for; you have proved to be a fine candidate -so far!

Ahead of you are some incredible rubber experiences. I urge you to make the most of them, and to savour fully each delight as it is presented to you. Some of the preparation may have seemed long-winded, unnecessary even. You are soon to discover what extreme rubber experience is all about. I must caution you about the various emotions that will assail you. There will be moments of terror - it will give way to ecstasy. Pain will become pleasure; exhaustion will become exhilaration - just go with it, you are in good hands.

Enclosed is the key to my house. Let yourself in, lock the latch and leave the key on the table. You know the way to my study, go in and on my desk you will find an electronic switch pad, similar to a TV remote control. There is only one button. Point the pad at the bookcase and press. The bookcase will open, go through and downstairs to the basement. The door will close behind you automatically. When you get downstairs, go through the black door ahead of you. Strip, put your clothing on the bench - and wait.

Good luck, and as one who hungers for rubber to another, 'bon appetit!'

Richard.' </p></blockquote>

Here he was - waiting. </p><hr />

Silently, the double doors opened. Tom had been momentarily lost in his own thoughts while gazing at his reflection in the mirror opposite the bench. He first saw the movement in the corner of his eye. Slightly startled, he turned his head to see, standing in the entrance, two figures in identical rubber gear. Involuntarily his jaw dropped, and for a few seconds he gaped at the two rubber creatures. They advanced into the room a few paces. One figure was slightly bigger than the other; both had very athletic bodies.

Tom stood up, remembering at last to pull himself together and shut his mouth. Standing there stark naked, he felt very vulnerable, and slightly ridiculous. The smaller man stopped just inside the doors, which had swung to behind them. The larger man approached Tom, and placing his rubber hands on his shoulders, exerted gentle downward pressure to indicate that Tom was to resume his seat. By now Tom had collected his wits, and he realised that the two rubber figures were Hans and Karl.

The suits they wore fitted every contour of their bodies perfectly, and Tom was quick to notice that the rubber moved with them. There were no ripples or creases; it behaved exactly as an extra layer of skin. He had only seen such anatomically perfect rubber gear portrayed in drawings, and these two were no drawing.

As usual, it was Hans who took the lead, while Karl waited just inside the doors. Hans turned and crossed the room to one of the steel lockers, from which he took a small plastic box. Returning to Tom, he opened the box, and turning Tom's head to one side, inserted a rubber plug into his left ear, then placed another in his right ear. He inspected them closely, and took some care to set them snugly in Tom's outer ears. When satisfied that he had fitted them correctly, Hans stepped back a pace, and with one hand made a movement to his own waist. Over his suit he wore a thin rubber belt on which were a number of small square tabs. He pressed one and instantly Tom could hear electronic 'noise' in his ears, faint, like the few seconds of a tape running before the recorded sound begins.

Hans's voice came into his ears, "Hi, Tom, you will have guessed it is me, Hans, and that is Karl. The plugs in your ears are very high- tech. First of all they are pure rubber, as will be everything that comes into contact with your body from now on. Embedded in the rubber are tiny receivers, we can talk to you and to each other. For the moment you cannot talk to us, but later, when you have been fully dressed and equipped, you will be able to. We are wearing the same plugs that you have, but because they totally exclude all sound from outside, we cannot hear anything you say until you are properly equipped, which will be soon. We can give you all kinds of sounds in your ears, and more importantly, when we want to we can give you deep and total silence. You will find that experience quite unlike anything you have known before. I need to know if your plugs are seated comfortably because you will be wearing them for a long time. Nod if they are OK." Tom nodded.

Hans's voice had never sounded so friendly, and although he could not feel relaxed; he was far too excited, nonetheless the friendly, almost matey tones of Hans's voice had made him feel much more at ease and he began to absorb some of the detail of the rubber gear the two men wore.

Hans obviously sensed Tom's interest, and paused before him to allow him to take a long look. The suits were of fine grade latex; what puzzled Tom was that although they were made of heavy gauge material, the suits behaved as though they were made of light gauge latex. Every inch of flesh was covered; the hands appeared to be covered in black surgical gloves, so close was the fit. Their feet were encased in calf- length boots made entirely from moulded rubber. The suits had been so expertly crafted, that instead of the customary crude sheaths for their dicks, the impression was that their dicks were made from solid black rubber, so closely did the rubber follow every contour. Both men were well-hung; each had an erection.

The whole outfit seemed to Tom to be totally integrated; he could see no point at which gloves or boots were joined to the main suit. The head gear particularly excited Tom. Very tight hoods made of the same rubber as the suits, and also apparently integrated. Both men wore gasmasks which were secured by a series of thick heavy-duty black rubber straps. The masks were fitted with oval eye-pieces which slanted slightly upward at the outer edge. Hans's eye-pieces were black, and Tom was unable to see Hans's eyes, which he found just a little unnerving. Karl's mask had mirrored eye-pieces, and so far as Tom could tell, this was the only respect in which the two men's gear differed.

Corrugated rubber tubes were connected to the mask beneath each eye-piece. The tubes hung in provocative loops almost to the shoulders, passed over and behind to join at a Y-tube which was attached to the top of a black rubber bladder located between the shoulder blades. The rubber bladder was slung vertically in the centre of Hans's back, and from the bottom of the bladder protruded a short length of corrugated rubber tube which joined a regulator and two small cylinders which lay across the lower back. Between the cylinders and the regulator was a network thin smooth black rubber tubes. One tube connected the cylinders to the regulator while the others appeared to be welded into the suit itself. The whole apparatus was secured by a harness of thin but robust rubber strapping.

Hans turned so that Tom could have a really good look at the gear. Tom noticed a small gold padlock at the nape of Hans's neck at the point where the two main straps of the gasmask converged. The lock was open and swung from its hasp as Hans moved. He turned back to face Tom and said, "Our suits are the same as the one you will soon be wearing. The latex is a special surgical grade, its very elastic and extremely strong. They are made by a craftsman friend of the Doctor's, and as you can see, they fit very well. They look very tight on us, but in fact, as you will discover, there is no constriction. The suits are very comfortable, and we can wear them for days on end without discomfort or ill-effect. What you see before you is the heavier over-suit. There is a very thin undersuit next to the skin. The two facing surfaces of each suit are coated with a compound which eliminates any friction between the two layers, which is why we can move about so freely and still look as if we have rubber skin. You can understand now, Tom, why there had to be so much measuring during your weekly visits. The hoods gloves and boots are integrated; it is one unit which we enter from the back. Under my breathing gear there is a seal. The suits are air-conditioned, and although our breathing gear may look simple, I can assure it is very sophisticated. You may think we wear it only for the overall effect, but I assure you it is very necessary. As I said just now, we can and frequently do, wear these suits for days on end. Your own rubber experience will have taught you that while to be totally encased in rubber is wild, nevertheless, after a few hours you can become very uncomfortable because of the sweat, and also because long periods when the surface of the skin is deprived of oxygen result in a feeling of lethargy."

Tom nodded as Hans went on, "We are breathing pure oxygen in these masks, and we are totally isolated from the natural atmosphere. Every square millimetre of our bodies is covered in rubber; we have been in our suits already for several hours and we are quite fresh because our suits are linked to our breathing gear which helps our suits to 'breathe' as well. There are dozens of tiny tubes, like capillaries, welded into the inner suit. Each tube is pin-pricked and can be inflated. The movement is so slight that you barely notice it. Our breathing gear is electronically controlled. It can be set to give us the required amount of oxygen we need, in addition every few seconds it sends a minute pulse of oxygen through the suits to enable our own skin to 'breathe', and it also has a reverse action so that the sweat we produce is scavenged away."

Hans turned his back to Tom again, "Take a look, Tom, I have a large butt-plug in me. The outer surface is made of pure rubber, but the plug contains a mixture of heavy silicon which gives it the exact texture of flesh, rather like the inserts women have implanted in their breasts in cosmetic surgery. For us, however, the important thing is that this material can be made to vibrate for several seconds after an electrical pulse is shot through it. My breathing gear has a small electric coil built into it and is programmed to pulse every twenty seconds. I am kept continually aware of my arse."

Tom was fascinated by the cunning design of the gear, and the sight of the black rubber bladder on Hans's back gently pulsating as he breathed drove him wild, and he thought his rampant dick would burst.

Hans faced Tom again, "Look closely at the base of my dick; you will see that built into the rubber there is a reinforced rubber ring which goes right round the base of my dick; there is another which goes round the top of my balls. These rings act just like ordinary cock- rings, but with a difference. They are also controlled electronically from the breathing gear, and pulsate every few seconds, quite imperceptibly, but we can feel it like a contraction, and it keeps our dicks erect at all times. These rings also have another function, but more about that later on. Time now to kit you out in some gear."

Hans crossed to the locker again and took from it a bundle of gleaming black rubber. He laid it on the floor in the centre of the room and began unrolling it. This was the undersuit, and Tom watched closely as Hans unfurled it carefully, revealing the whole shape. Tom was fascinated to note that the feet even had toes.

"Like it?", Hans enquired.

"Great.", said Tom, forgetting in his excitement that Hans could not hear him. He nodded hurriedly, and Hans laughed. "I could tell from your face what you said. Come, Karl, we are dressing Tom now. By the way, you have not greeted Tom yet, where are your manners!"

Karl came over, saying, "Hi, Tom, I am looking forward to seeing you in your gear, and to the two us being together in rubber at last."

Hans had lifted the suit from the floor by the shoulders, "That will do, Karl. You are not here to flirt, so get hold of this suit." To Tom he said, "I may as well warn you, he fancies you rotten." Tom grinned, by now feeling almost relaxed by this unaccustomed banter between the two rubber guys. Karl responded to Hans's taunt by grabbing his dick and making a mock-wanking movement. As he did so, Hans's hand flew to his belt and pressed one of the tabs. Instantly Karl seized his dick and balls in both hands and doubled up, apparently in great pain. Tom heard him gasp and swear in German, then as Hans pressed at his belt again, silence.

Hans's voice again, "I told you the rubber cock-rings had another function, and that is punishment. I have isolated Karl, he cannot hear us now." Hans's voice had regained some of the 'edge' and hardness of previous occasions. "Here there is only one dominant, and that is the Doctor. We three are all submissive to his rubber will. Among the three of us I am senior, and you would do well to remember that. Karl, like yourself, ranks below me, and although he will be assisting the Doctor and me during the next few days, he is also still learning the ways of extreme rubber practice. He has just received a sharp electric shock in a very sensitive area. He will be fully recovered in a few seconds, but I should caution you that your own suit is similarly equipped to receive the same treatment, and I would remind you that you are subject to the same discipline that applies to Karl. Like you, he is a fine candidate for the Doctor's extreme rubber procedures, however, be aware that Karl is very high-spirited and full of tricks. Although he knows he will be punished, he will probably at some stage attempt to lure you into earning punishment. He will consider his own temporary agony well worth the spectacle of you being punished, so take care. He is OK now, so I will bring him back into circuit."

The few moments of tension dispersed Tom's growing sense of euphoria, and he felt slightly apprehensive. There was a volatile element to the proceedings he had not anticipated, and though he was pleased and flattered to know that Karl found him attractive, he hoped that that coupled with Karl's slightly capricious nature would do nothing to cause any serious distraction during the forthcoming couple of days. His present situation was not made any easier by the fact that he himself found Karl almost irresistible; to his amazement, having now seen Karl in full rubber he felt an urge to dominate him, which, he reminded himself quickly, was not exactly what he was there for. Conscious still, of his own nakedness, he found himself wondering how Karl would react to the sight of him in full rubber once they got him kitted out.

Sharp tones from Hans brought him out of his reverie, "Come, Karl, let's get on." The suit lay on the floor face down, and Tom could see the small aperture in the back through which his whole body would have to pass. Karl went to the locker and brought out a small aerosol. "We will spray you first," said Hans. "This is a lubricant, and the suit will just slide on to you. This stuff is water-soluble, harmless to the suit and to the skin, and within minutes it will be absorbed by your body - another product from one of the Doctor's boffin friends. Now stand." The cold spray came as a shock to Tom as Hans sprayed his whole body. Hans indicated to Tom to sit, and he and Karl lifted the suit at the waist, bringing it towards Tom, who instinctively held his feet out. Turning the suit over, the two rubber men eased Tom's feet into the opening in the back of the suit and began sliding it up Tom's legs. With great care they eased his feet into the feet of the suit, making certain that Tom's toes were properly located into the appropriate toes in the feet of the suit. Tom could hear them breathing harder with the effort, and he thrilled at the sight of the black rubber bladders on their backs heaving more vigorously as they worked to get the suit on him. Once more he was aware of his dick wanting to burst with erotic excitement.

"Wriggle your toes," commanded Hans. Tom did.

"Comfortable?" Tom nodded.

They hauled the suit up over his knees, Hans gestured for Tom to stand up. The entry port of the suit was around Tom's thighs as he stood, and although the opening was only about five inches long normally, but now expanded to several times that size, Tom could feel no tightness as he had on other occasions when he had pulled on neck-entry dry suits. He moved gingerly, afraid that the suit might split. Hans understood at once and said, "No need to worry about the suit, it's stronger than it looks, and much stronger than anything you have worn before." As if to prove his point, he placed his hands between the rim of the opening and Tom's thighs and pulled outward - there was still plenty of 'give' in the rubber. Karl pulled on the other side and together they lifted the opening up to waist-level. Karl gathered the surplus folds of rubber around Tom's waist, holding it up and out of the way while Hans made sure that the lower part of Tom's body was covered smoothly with the thin rubber.

Tom could feel Karl's rubber hands against his bare flesh and that, together with the nearness of these two rubber guys in their masks and breathing gear, was almost more than he could bear without shooting his load spontaneously. His dick was throbbing visibly now, and Hans noticed it. "I know how you feel, Tom." The matey tone was back in his voice. "You will have to be careful now, because I am going to fit your dick and balls into the suit, so control yourself. I know you can do it, so just calm down, and use your hands to stop me for a minute if you have to. I don't want you to come now, so take it easy. Are you ready?" Tom paused for a few seconds, fighting to compose himself, then nodded.

Hans carefully slipped the sheath over Tom's dick. and nudged his balls into position in their tailored rubber scrotum. The feeling was sensational, except that the tip of his dick felt very uncomfortable. The folds of rubber round his waist prevented him from seeing his new rubber dick. He looked up at Hans and pointed to let him know that something was not quite right. Hans said, "I haven't finished yet, be patient! There is a little rubber flange, slightly stiffened, which I have to fit into the eye of your dick, so that your new rubber dick will have its own piss-hole, just hang on." He picked up a small solid rubber probe that Karl had left with the aerosol, and delicately inserted the flange into Tom's dick.

"Right! Now for the rest of you." Both men got behind Tom, and pulling the aperture of the suit open to an extent that seemed impossible for such thin rubber, they pulled the top of the suit over Tom's head. Simultaneously each one pushed an arm into the suit, which at this stage looked something of a mess. They concentrated on arranging the hood temporarily so that Tom could breathe. Satisfied that he could, they set about ensuring a snug fit of arms, chest and shoulders, paying particular attention to the fit under the arms. The hands and fingers were fitted into place next, so that apart from his head, Tom now looked as if he had a rubber skin. Hans explained, "The hood should be anatomically perfect for you when we have finished." He worked as he spoke, making adjustments and matching the contours of the hood to those of Tom's head, ""There are flanges in the hood, just like that in the sheath. I am going to fit the ones for your nostrils first, so that the first half-inch of your nostrils will be lined with rubber. You can breathe quite naturally through the holes..... now for your lips. These flanges for your lips are moulded on the models we took of your mouth, so open up" Tom opened his mouth and Hans fitted the rubber flanges into place over his lips so that the inside of his mouth was also lined with rubber. Hans told him to close his mouth and move his lips about; pursing them, smiling, and then opening his mouth wide. The rubber moved exactly as Tom's own flesh moved beneath it, and it felt surprisingly comfortable. </p></body></html> ;