Fact or Fiction Pt 2

Author: sheerturbo
Title: Fact or Fiction - Pt 2
Date: 03 February 2014

Fact or Fiction pt 2 - © sheerturbo@yahoo.co.uk


After the previous play in the woodman’s hut we return quite quickly to Trev’s flat, he points to the back row sofa, where we could watch films on TV in each other’s arms. Rutting in a rubber suit pulls the sweat out of you, Trev handed me a glass of cloudy lemonade with ice. I drink it down in one long gulp. The flat was a little too warm, or it may have been from the vigour of our activities in the hut, but I was surprised to find myself starting to doze off as we lay together on the sofa.

While asleep my mind replayed the events that led me to this point. Trev contacted me via World Rubbermen, I hadn’t been on the site very long and was very much a novice in the rubber world. I’d known I was gay, unfortunately I was born into an era where being queer was despised. Luckily the changes in society’s outlook and the invention of the Internet changed all that, and allowed the birth of sites such as World Rubbermen, and its various guises.

Trev was a young handsome 30 something; he stood a slim 6’ 0” with fair preppy hair when we first started chatting, and was working in the corporate world. From our initial chats, he seemed to have the same sort of problems I think everyone has to contend with at his age. Including an embarrassing encounter at a corporate Christmas function. He put it down to the champagne in the free bar, but I sensed that he was very upset. I think we talked our way around most of these at some length. I did my best: offering advice from personal experience to try to help out.

I’m a 50’s something retired copper, having spent a large portion of my career on motorbikes and patrol cars. I have loved rubber and leather since the age of 10, getting into diving to satisfy my rubber urge and then latterly to motorbikes to sort out the leather desires. I started out sub, but soon realised that I wanted a more active role in any scene. My role started changing to top. I used all my police experience to try and answer Trev’s questions.

In the beginning, we’d exchanged messages on Rubbermen, and then graduated to a messenger site which was a good move. That allowed a more immediate form of chat which from my point of view was almost as being in front of the guy and the nearest I could get, given my circumstances at the time.

It wasn’t long before our chat became more intimate. We were exchanging information about each other, which frankly I hadn’t opened up like this to anyone else before. I certainly felt very comfortable chatting to him; and he said he felt the same. Although there was a 20 year age gap we were chatting on the same wavelength, even being able to predict what the other was going to say. We even joked that we were like an old married couple.

We arranged to meet at a neutral destination, a pub midway between our respective homes. I arrived in plenty of time and sat in a corner where I could see the door, sipping my red wine and reading the freebie paper left on the table. Three glasses later and well past the agreed meeting time he hadn’t shown up. I didn’t have a mobile phone at that time. Ignoring the funny looks from the bar staff, I drained my glass and went home.

I logged onto messenger. He was online. I didn’t want to push too hard, so enquired if there had been a problem. There was silence for a while, and then Trev admitted that he had been scared to meet me and had ducked out.

I was feeling guilty at this point; perhaps I had pushed to meet too soon. Despite this sticky start, we somehow managed to maintain the friendship and continued chatting. After some weeks the chat got round to meeting again. Another date and time was agreed, this time closer to his home. I had an appointment close to his area, and should it be another ‘no show’ I wouldn’t have made an unnecessary journey. In the event, he was regrettably consistent. I felt very down as I went on to my appointment without seeing him.

My mind was reeling with all sorts of thoughts as to what had gone wrong, had I said something which had upset him, or touched a raw nerve? To be honest, I wasn’t sure where I stood at this point. So, I gave it a few days. Trev made the first move this time. He admitted he had been an ass; that he didn’t deserve a friend like me and apologised. He promised this time, we’d absolutely, positively, and definitely meet up; I would come to his flat. Thus ensuring there would be no going back on his word.

I was in a state of conflict, here was, as I perceived him, a poor, sweet kid. From our chats I had developed a certain affection for him, and the idea of meeting a fellow rubber fan made me feel horny as hell, but nonetheless I was a bit wary. They say the third time is the charm, and maybe he would feel safer on his own home territory, so I agreed to the meeting. As we chatted on, into the night, he’d revealed some of his deepest, darkest and most intimate thoughts, and perverted desires, so in a small way I wanted to fulfil some of these desires. This is what led me to being dressed as I was when he first opened the door to his flat.

Here now in my sleepy state I could feel the pulsing of vibrators on my cock, nipples and balls and a gentle buzzing sound. Overall, It was a comforting feeling and just helped me in my drowsy frame of mind.

When I woke, I woke groggy. I couldn’t see, but could feel a tight rubber hood enclosing my head. There was a certain security, knowing I was with Trev. That thought calmed me because nothing he had done before caused me any alarm.

Reviewing my situation I realised I was restrained on his bed in a spread-eagled position. From the little movement I had and the overall constriction over my body, I knew the familiar feel of being secured back inside a full rubber suit. Again, this did not alarm me as I’d ridden to him wearing a rubber suit under my one piece leather suit.

By clenching various muscles I could tell that my steel butt plug was still in place. Although my head was restrained I could still lift it slightly. When I swallowed there was a slight restriction over my adams apple. I guessed that I had a metal collar round my neck.

I was still half asleep; in feeling so relaxed, I wasn’t paying my particular current situation any particular attention. It seemed obvious to me now that there had to have been something in the lemonade. I could hear Trev moving around quietly; the gentle swish, squeak and crack of rubber against rubber as he completed his tasks. He didn’t speak or explain what was happening; and my heart quickened with thoughts of the deeply kinky session that might be in store. My thoughts danced from the sublime to the ridiculous, onward to the more erotic and dramatic things we’d shared online, although some of my fantasies I hadn’t shared with Trev.

Something felt a little strange. The warm buzzing had stopped; I couldn’t feel any vibrations in my lower regions or on my chest. Oh well perhaps the batteries had gone flat.

I then felt his fingers on my lower legs as they pursued their journey up my legs towards my groin. Surprisingly, I felt a slightly painful tingle as they reached my groin area. Trev’s fingers continued their travels over my not so flat stomach, but it was made flatter by me being on my back.

I had a wonderful feeling as Trev’s silky gloved moved up my body. Despite their apparent gentle touch, they were still able to generate a light, painful tingle on my chest and shoulders.

Trev had clambered fully onto the mattress to lie above me in my outstretched form. The weight of both our bodies pushed into the mattress and I could feel his body heat radiating over my exposed skin. He slobbered his wet tongue up the side of my neck; then lowered his head to whisper softly “Not long now. You’ll be able to see yourself, partly as I see you.” He was breathing heavily, adding “I’d like to thank you. That ride on your bike was incredible, and the play in the woodman’s hut was more than I could have expected. I’m glad you’re here because you’ve more than exceeded my impression of you from our chat”.

Feeling comforted by his words, and the close proximity of his body, I fell again into a euphoric sleep, interrupted by bothersome twinges of pain. Whichever part of my mind that remained alert put that down to the back pain I anticipated as a result of our exertions in the hut. I slept on.

I woke again; Trev was still beside me his arms holding me with a firmness that was strong, gentle, but reassuring. We were in a spooning position. I could feel him hard in the small of my back.

He nuzzled my neck, moving up to kiss my cheek and then moving my head gave me a full kiss on the lips. My hood having an open mouth gave me full access to his tongue and I was able to return the favour with my pierced tongue allowing the steel stud to rub against his teeth and under his tongue causing him to catch his breath. A murmured ‘mmmm’ escaped his lips as his hands moved round to hug me tightly to him.

Memories of deep sleep left me. I woke refreshed and ready to face the world, I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, and luckily we had planned for a long weekend. Trev told me to take it easy; then having loosened the straps securing me to the bed, helped me to sit up.

Looking at my hands and arms I saw that they were covered in a white, partially transparent rubber suit which covered the whole of my body. There was a dark swirling tribal- pattern inscribed into the rubber which looked like a full bodysuit tattoo. I found this very hot & horny but I felt thankful that it was in the rubber.

Having regained my composure Trev helped me stand up and guided me towards a full length mirror. There I saw a fully rubber suited guy with the attractive, intricate lines of a tribal design in the rubber. In addition there were flashes of metal glinting in the overhead lights. Moving to focus the figure in the mirror, I saw that the stainless steel seemed to pierce the rubber and my skin. My eyebrows, nose and lips all had at least 2 piercings on each side, with a large ring through my septum. My ears had a full line of metal rings running down the rim of each ear 8 each side and there were large metal plugs in each lobe.

Seeing this thoroughly hot transformed guy, my cock jumped to attention in its rubber tattooed sheath and in doing so caused me to wince with pain. Looking down I saw a large metal ring in the head of my cock, Trev told me it was a PA, and running down the shaft another 10 rings also going through the rubber as well. The rubber suit was well and truly fixed to me.

Keeping eye contact, Trev slowly knelt down and swallowed its full length into his mouth. He was determined to make Sucking for England pay-out for him tonight. His movements were steady and confident, this was obviously a regular pastime for him, and he was supremely practiced. With the movement of his tongue and lips, I tensed, forgetting my other pains, as he sucked me to completion, taking each thrust and swallowing my ejaculate into the depths of his mouth through the punctured sheath. Standing, he kissed me on the mouth and I got to taste my fluids along with his.

Trev moved to stand beside me. Kissing gently, as his fingertips traced the tribal design extending up my neck and onto my head, there were small gaps in a line running from front to back. Trev whispered that metal spikes would be implanted, similar to a Mohawk. Further spikes would protrude from my ears and lips.

I was too taken in with what I could see; with what I imagined I’d look like when finished, to properly understand what he was saying. Trev sighed quietly into my ear saying “ You will have more metal put into you” he laughed, “and for your information that tribal design is not on the rubber but your body. It’s a combination of black ink mixed with a UV reactive dye. It’ll mean that your ink will be seen in daylight and in black light; you’ll be very visible in the clubs we’ll be visiting.

This was a harder, different side to Trev. It didn’t reflect in his 70% passive entry on his profile, and certainly hadn’t come out in our many late night chats. He had seemed extremely submissive, fragile even. He was someone you wanted to protect. When I was chatting there were times when I felt I was treading on eggshells, not wishing to upset him, I had interpreted his logging off without warning as sensitivity. I liked him; wanted to be a part of his life; more than just at the other end of a messenger chat.

I was really stunned. Yet I was getting cold feet. The metal could come out, but the ink was very bold and impossible to hide. Now that it formed a permanent feature of my body, I was happy now, free. As far as my head and neck were concerned I was never going back to whatever I once was. This was to be on public display with no easy way of covering them up. My PA bobbed up and down, showing how happy I was. This was a new me.

Trev bodily turned me around to face him and kissed me hard on the mouth, and said “ You’re life is changing – you’re my inked and pierced rubber skin………..” “Bring it on”

My thanks have to go to Tolly for reading the draft and offering constructive criticism and advice


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