Fact or Fiction Pt 3

Author: sheerturbo
Title: Fact or Fiction Pt 3
Date: 09 August 2014

A bit slower this part,but hopefully much more in part 4 Fact or Fiction – pt 3
Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

It’s now three weeks since my rather dramatic and unexpected transformation at the hands of Trev. That time has allowed me to heal, and pay more respect and attention to my new situation. At first I thought I couldn’t go outside, so I was to be a prisoner in Trev’s flat. I was in rubber 24/7 with my metal keeping it secured to various parts of my body. Hah, how my life had changed, and I was still worried about the neighbours.

My biggest worry was how I had underestimated Trev. He had been several steps ahead of me, and had given me enough time and space to sort out my thinking. I can’t believe that I thought of him as a naïve young boi.

Sod the neighbours! Trev and I had discussed some of the changes to my new life. In the event, we changed only a few small things. One of these was that Trev changed the hood so that it could be removed and I could be put under the shower to clean up. I have to put the shower hose into the neck opening and let the warm water percolate down between the suit and my skin. The water drains out through small holes in my rubber toe socks. I was able to find some heavier gauge rubber that I could safely wear from day to day, so I wasn’t quite so confined anymore.

Trev goes off to work daily and I occupy my own time doing things around the flat. I think the conventional would say I play the part of the housewife. I go shopping, fix up my bike and get the flat prepared for Trev’s return each afternoon.

He sends me texts, with instructions as to what rubber clothing I am to get out for him. I talc up his gear, laying out his choice ready for when he comes home. Today it’s the sapphire blue full rubber catsuit with attached hood, feet and gloves. The hood lays flat in the front until we enter the club when I will get to smooth the hood over his head.

I’m also allowed to use the laptop during the day to record my thoughts and keep a diary. I realise it’s been a few weeks, but I feel I have adjusted and am happy with my lot. Trev looks after me and we have wonderful times together. So far I haven’t missed other company as such. During one of my forays on the internet I posted pictures of my tattoos and piercings. I was soon contacted by Dave a tattoo artist and body piercer. He expresses an interest in the work that has been done to me and asks if he can see it in person. I agree and within half an hour he is on the doorstep. I show him in and offer him a beer which he accepts. He has a lot of tattoos on his arms and chest, It is very colourful work. His piercings are more muted than mine but they do fit in with his overall look. He comes over to where I am standing and unzips my rubber suit down to the waist. He then closely examines my ink. He says “who did this?”. I reply “ I don’t really know I was asleep at the time”. He says “well whoever did it didn’t do a proper job; the ink isn’t deep enough to last. You will have to have this redone in a few months or it will fade away and you’ll be left with a clear skin. I can do it in a couple of days’ time if you want”. I reply “I’ll think about it and get back to you”. Dave gives me his card and leaves. Dave’s visit is soon forgotten.

Tonight Trev is taking me to a club where rubber is the predominant choice of clothing, although there are some hot guys in tight fitting leather. My hood is removed, the metal replaced so that the full effect of my inked head and neck can be seen, both in the subdued lighting of the club in general and more specifically in the play areas lit by black light.

We tend to get the right sort of attention when we go out. I’m an eerie looking person with the intricate tribal design on my head and neck glowing in a purple colour and the metal glinting and shining. Trev wants to change some of the metal for UV reactive pieces to enhance the effect in the black light. He is searching for items that are shiny metal in daylight but which glow in black light.

I’m well accepted in this club; many guys come up and chat, while they know that I belong to Trev; and that no deep friendships will be formed with them. Many seem happy to buy me drinks to keep me hydrated as I do sweat profusely in my rubber suit. The more adventurous amongst them run their hands over me, lightly tracing the tribal tattoo pattern visible across my body. I feel young again. There’s a great atmosphere, and these guys give me such a wonderful time I can’t help but show it by being very hard. We know the rules of this game. I understand I’m teasing them to play with me, but again they know that will not happen unless Trev says so, and that rarely happens. He keeps reminding me that I am his and only he will get to enjoy me fully.

Later, we’ll go home and then the serious play starts. Trev sometimes flips back into his sub sphere and I am free to do what I want to him. I go back to that first meeting and don a one - piece leather suit and my titanium coloured helmet with the mirrored visor, under that I am wearing mirrored sunglasses, and now I wear some mirrored contact lenses and a silver rubber hood. As each layer is revealed all Trev can see is a silver, mirrored face, devoid of any facial expression. A smirk crosses his mouth and I can see that he is pleased with the look and it’s having the desired effect of turning him on.

Trev needs to be restrained so using the bed straps, I have him on his back, spread-eagled and securely fastened. His cock will invariably be rock hard straining against its rubber prison. I say “ open your mouth” which he does. Hmmmm.

I torture myself with the thoughts that his tongue would look so much better with a stud in it. That would be going too far – Trev is the embodiment of perfection. I put the inflatable butterfly gag in his mouth and give it five pumps. His cheeks only just start to bulge; I give it another couple of pumps. I readjust his hood so the gag is secured in his mouth. There’s a danger the gag might still come out so I use a rubber head harness to properly secure it in place. Trev can only buzz softly as his only form of speech.

He’s only following natural instinct. He keeps clenching his fingers so I put inflatable ball mitts on them; when pumped up they prevent any movement of his fingers. I put a long spreader bar on his ankles thus preventing any movement of his legs. He is squirming with what little movement he has. Now that the situation has flipped, it’s nice to remind him of his proper place. A rubber toy, at my mercy for me to do what I want with him, to tease and edge towards a fulfilment which may happen, depending on my mood.

I can see his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm; he is at peace with himself and the world. I then blindfold him leaving him with the last image he has seen of me. I open his tit zips and gently blow on the exposed nipples, which causes them to stiffen more and poke up through the gap. Then I move down to his crotch, pull off the codpiece that had been covering and protecting his assets. His cock leaps up like a periscope, now free from its confinement. It is an inviting sight and I gently run my fingers along the shaft. Trev shudders involuntarily and emits a low groan of contentment.

My fingers dance along the inside of his thighs up towards his groin. His body twitches as I change areas. I describe small circular movements as though tracing a pattern on his skin. He squirms and I guess that he is enjoying himself. I move up to his chest area and again my fingers are dancing lightly, just touching, little pressure, just enough for him to feel. His breathing quickens slightly in anticipation of what he thinks is going to happen next. I do not go to his nipples but start to caress his face and neck. I lightly kiss him on his cheeks and forehead. A full on mouth kiss is not possible because of the gag, but that can come later. Trev wants to hug me but cannot in his current position.

His rubber encased head feels so smooth, but I can feel his preppy hair underneath pressed tightly to his scalp. It creates little ripples in the rubber slightly spoiling the totally smooth android look that is so horny.

I decide his nipples need some attention now and gently rub my fingers over the tips. They harden up and stick out begging for more attention. I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, Trev arches his back to try and bring them closer to me. His groans are louder now and I know I have found the trigger point to his cock. His cock couldn’t be any stiffer and is proudly erect on display.

I get some clamps, put them on, setting them at a gentle pressure. I can increase the grip with the use of the screw adjustment, but I need him to get used to this pressure first. His breathing steadies into a regular rhythm and his body is now relaxed. I wonder what he is thinking. I give each screw a turn, he flinches slightly with the increased pressure, emitting a moan of pleasure. I tug downwards on the chain pulling the nipples away from his body. He arches his back to relieve the pressure. I don’t pull too hard; I don’t want to injure him.

I stare longingly at his cock proudly erect and fully filling the rubber sheath which defines the shape showing the veins. The head is pulsing slightly with his heartbeat. I engulf the head with my mouth, I know I am no match for Trev in this department but I will do my best. I slide his cock up and down using my tongue studs to caress and stimulate the head and glans of his large piece of meat. My studs also rub on the underside of the head and that causes Trev to shudder. I can feel that he is near to a full explosion, but on this occasion that won’t happen. I am in control this time; he’ll have to earn that pleasure.

I release him and turn him over and then re-tie the restraints. He’s sweating freely now, his pulse is faster and he’s breathing heavier now, in expectation of what’s to happen next. The freedom to wriggle escapes him, I can see that. Still we don’t speak, his movements are not as flowing, this situation is not easy for him, due to the positioning of the gag. I rub his back and move down to his legs and thighs. Using light fingered touches, I play and gently stroke his inner thighs. This has the right reaction – it causes him to squirm a little and he sighs gently. I really want this session to go well, I want to tease him, take him to the edge, prolong his delight as long as possible and leave him with very pleasant memories.

Finding the ass zip I ease it down revealing two nicely formed globes, they’re tight and perfectly formed like sliced peaches, fresh from the tree, firm to the touch, just ripe for playing with. I toy with the idea of smacking them to make them glow, what the hell. With a firm right hand I slap his left globe. The shock makes him shudder and a sharp groan escapes his lips. He tenses expecting another slap. I do nothing, but as he relaxes I slap him hard on the right globe. He really felt that one. With gentle but firm caresses I part those globes, moving my fingers between them towards the crease. I can then see the tiny pucker of his hole, winking at me, inviting me to play.

Getting some lube I gently finger the star shaped pucker. At first it resists then relaxes and allows a full easy entry. Trev purrs like an animal in heat. My finger strokes and moves around inside of him, he squirms, bucking himself back, trying to get my finger in further. Being brave I insert a second finger. His tone changes he clenches as my fingers enter then relaxes and beginning its journey, probing and turning, gently opening up the space.
As he relaxes, finger number three goes in with little resistance and is soon probing and moving inside. Trev mirrors my movement, trying to maximise his pleasure by bucking and working his ass muscles. I apply more lube as I draw my hand back, coupling the tips of all four fingers together and pressing forth, deeper into Trev’s anal passage.
I twist my hand to rub the space between his cock and perineum. I think it would look nice with a guiche piercing, but dismiss that thought, and continue with my ministrations to Trev.

He is now well into feeling my fingers and invasion of his most private part, sliding down onto them inviting them to go deeper. My thumb moves into place and gently manoeuvres a way in. I can feel some resistance; I know I must exercise caution here. Patience… Patience… give the sphincter time to relax. I do nothing. Trev sighs contentedly. He relaxes more. Through the continued applied pressure my thumb slips in. The widest part of my hand is now waiting for entry. Within a feeling of intense warmth, I wiggle my fingers to stimulate his interior; his sphincter relaxes more, encompassing my hand. Patience. I know I must leave all the work to Trev. His muscle really relaxes engulfing my hand, drawing it in.

With my hand fully inside Trev a wicked thought flashes through my mind and I chuckle to myself. I feel like a puppet master, he is now mine to play with and do what I want. My hand is still, letting him get used to the full feeling. He settles himself down and really relaxes, I feel his muscles slump I know that he is very comfortable in this position. I push in slowly and can feel the second sphincter. It feels tightly closed, about to repel all boarders. My fingers linger I feel it release its grip and start to open up. I apply a little more pressure which is rewarded with the next challenge of opening up sucking in my digits. My knuckles then become the next challenge. I pause and wait for Trev to make the next move. He shifts slightly then pushes down onto my hand which enters the next chamber. I feel the second sphincter clamp down on my wrist, boy is he strong. I do nothing more than flex my fingers, Trev groans more loudly, but in a pleasured, animalistic way.

He is fully relaxed; I slowly withdraw my hand and replace it with a large fat plug which slides in easily. Trev groans and mumbles something. I pay no heed to what he is saying. His pucker closes up on the plug keeping it safely within him. I know Trev will enjoy this intruder; he will have it for some time. I close the zip, that part of my task is complete.

Trev is still relaxed as I turn him over again. I do not restrain him. I remove the blindfold and there is a contented look in his eyes. He is very hard; I know what he wants now. That will have to wait for later. I sit him up and he hugs me tightly, words are not necessary. At certain still and quiet moments, silence is golden. We are as one, each satisfying each other. I remove the gag, and kiss him strongly on the mouth. He responds in a like manner. We have that understanding that is beyond speech.

As Trev rejoins the world he does not speak, our touching each other is enough. We have that understanding that transcends words. Trev flexes his arms and legs and starts to stand up. I lock the zips so that he cannot remove the suit. He looks down in a submissive nature. I now have him where I want him. He has returned to his 70% sub character as I first saw him on Recon. He will now do as I say.

I hope he likes the next instalment of our play, he deserves it, I am sure he will come to like it just as I like what he has done to me.