Hitchhike - A story of a boi who is forced into a rubber prince

Author: Sweatysuit
Title: Hitchhike - A story of a boi who is forced into a rubber prince...
Date: 14 December 2003

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<font=Arial></i>By <a href="mailto:rgnecco-619@attbi.com" >rubberplumber</a>

Chapter One: The Prelude: Growing up in Connecticut is not the greatest place to explore your fantasies or stretch the limits of your desires. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with rubber. The smell and feel of it touching my body, or putting some in my mouth and filling me up while I rubbed it in my crotch or around and up my ass made me shoot humungous loads of cum. Then I licked all my sperm off whatever piece of rubber I was using to catch it. Needless to say, girls didn't interest me much; in fact, since I was seeing boys and men wearing rubber raincoats and boots with regularity, my fantasies fixated on touching, licking, and rubbing myself against men; occasionally wondering what they would do to me when I was caught molesting their rubber covered bodies. One weekend around graduation time, a bunch of classmates and I went to Hartford together. An 18+ club gave me a peek at a new world when I saw guys and girls wearing rubber tank tops and rubber jeans. Out on the jammed dance floor, I worked my way up against a good-looking young guy who was wearing both jeans and a rubber top. The excitement was just too much for me; I shot a load in my pants, from rubbing up against him. Even better, a rubber bag I had my dick in, caught every drop and saved it for me to drink later. It's a good thing I was wearing that bag, because I soon felt horny enough to find other boys to "accidentally" rub up against three more times that night!! My prick was swimming in a sea of cum that drove me crazy with ideas of what to do to myself with it. Late that night after going home, I emptied the rubber bag into a pool cap and holding it up, I lowered my face into the cap, letting the cum cover my face completely. Then, holding all the edges tightly around the rim of my face, and holding my breath. I tipped my head back and let it wash over me everywhere, in my eyes, in my nose, and in my mouth, until needing to breathe. I tipped forward and saved a lot of it while I licked myself clean enough to do it again and again, until finally, I'd drank every drop. I was so excited, I jerked off again; this time taking the condom I'd used and just poured it down my throat. I don't think I ever slept better in my life. When I woke up the next morning, I decided that living here in the burps was not the best way for me to expand my horizons. I promised myself that as soon as school was finished I was going to hitchhike to San Francisco, where people at that club last night said rubber was a way of life for everyone out there, this I had to see for myself!! Chapter Two: The Beginning: Told my folks that I wanted to see America before I decided what I was going to do with my life. Mom cried; Dad slipped me a few hundred dollars and told me to have fun. My big gym bag held all the clothes and all my merger collection of rubber toys that I'd need to get to San Francisco. Making my way to the interstate, my thumb was up and looking to take me away to an all-new world; and what a world it would prove to be! A tractor-trailer pulled over almost right away gave me a lift to Albany, Harry. A gross smelly overweight asshole spent the ride trying to convince me that I'd really enjoy playing with him. Not wanting to be dumped in the middle of nowhere, I played him along until we got there but split as soon as I saw the lights of interstate 90. Almost right away, a different trucker pulled over, asking me where I was headed. When I told him I was going to California, He said, "It's your lucky day my lad; that's where I'm headed. Jump in." His name was Red and he was on his way to San Francisco. Early on, I could tell he was a really interesting guy and nothing like that slob that tried to screw around with me before; in fact he wanted to know all about me and where I was from and what I studied in school and what I wanted to make of myself. When I told him I wanted to taste the life of San Francisco, after thinking quietly about it, he asked what that meant. Not knowing what to tell him, I copped out and said I was tired and needed time to put my thoughts together. Red suggested I jump into the back of the cab and sack out in his little mini home away from home. Settling down in his bed, a pair of boots caught my eye. Making sure that Red wasn't watching, I pulled the boots to the bed and started fondling and licking them. They were dirty, but tasted so good that I cleaned them with my tongue, hoping he wouldn't notice the difference. Playing with myself while licking, I shot a load in my ever-present rubber bag. Checking to make sure that Red hadn't caught me, I pulled the bag off and drank my cum before going to sleep. "Here I am Riding down the highway with my usual load to deliver out west and this cute young thing sticks his thumb out, offering me a little company and a great view of young manhood! I have no expectation of playing with him, but how can I not love having him near me for such a long ride. He couldn't possibly have known that I have a fibre-optic camera set-up and I just watched what will turn out to be one of my hottest dreams come true. I think I'll let him sleep for a couple of hours first and then I'm going to change his life forever. I only hope he'll like it as much as I will!!!" Chapter Three: Changers "C'mon, wake up!! Time to talk." I practically jumped up at the sound of his voice. Why would he wake me like this? Jumping up front with him, the first thing glaring out at me was the boots that I?d licked clean. "Why are my boots so clean?" "Gee, I noticed that they could use a cleaning, so I wiped them off for you." "They were too dirty to come that clean by wiping them; if you're not going to be honest with me, I'll drop you at the next rest stop and you can make your own way to California!" Thinking quickly, I decided to tell Red about my addiction to rubber, what did I have to lose? I told Red about my love of rubber and how I'd rubbed against those guys in Hartford and how I kept cumming from touching them. Red poured me a big cup of coffee from a thermos while I poured my heart and lusty thoughts out to him. He asked me if I had ever expanded my rubber horizons to include the games that went along with wearing rubber. When I asked him how he knew about the road that rubber leads to, he grinned and told me he knew lots of things and how to do them. He also told me that San Francisco was a great place to learn, but I wouldn't have to wait until we got there. As I wondered what he meant by that, I started to feel very numb and tired. "Is the coffee working on you? I've spiked it with a sedative to relax you and make your introduction to the rubber world easier. All your false protest won't need to be said from here on in. When you wake up, the world of rubber will be your world!!" With that, I passed out before I could protest or express my fears. Groggily, I started to wake up. The first thing that I sense is the taste of rubber filling my mouth. I can't move my jaws because my mouth is totally filled with something that feels like a shaped ball. I can breathe okay. It feels like I'm pulling air though tubes in my nose. I try to open my eyes, but rubber is pushing against my lids, keeping them shut. Desperately, I try to hear sounds around me, but I seem to be in a place of total silence. I tried to move, but my body is immobile laid out flat and straight, like I was tied down on a board. I can feel my body enclosed in rubber covering me all over. It's warm and moist comforting but scary, until I remember what Red was saying before I passed out. How I found Red or Red found me I'll never know, but even though I'm very scared, I'm also very comforted. The better I start to feel the more my dick starts to grow until suddenly it runs into a painful wall that keeps me from really getting horny. As I wonder about this, I feel a low vibration by the seat of my ass. At first, it's just something to be curious about, but the vibration starts to increase and at the same time something starts growing in my ass; expanding and making me uncomfortable until it grows inside me to the point that I start to scream in pain from the thickness and the unrelenting vibration to remind me of the pain. Just when I think I'm going to split apart, the intruder deflates and the vibrator shuts off. Lying there in tears, wondering what I've done to myself, a hand touches my crotch and plays with my trapped dick. A zipper opens and the hand loosens the contraption that holds my dick in place. As I lay there, helpless to protest, to call this whole thing off, I feel a warm wet mouth take my prick and slide it into his throat slowly and steadily, faster and faster, building me up to explosion; only just as I'm ready, he stops, slaps my dick down and puts it back in the harness. Re-zipping the rubbersuit/bag? Red talks in my ear; "I'm in no rush to get to California, boy; we're going to have a lot of fun along the way!! With that, the vibration started up again. Chapter Four: The Time of my Life: The vibration is coming again and again; the dildo is growing inside me; only now I?m pushing against it to increase the fantastic feeling it stirs in me. Every time the lull comes, I explore my situation and revel in the rubber that encases my body so completely. As I get more and more turned on by being held prisoner, but still feeling safe in Red's truck, the plug inside my body seems natural to what I'm searching for in life. "Are you awake boy? While you were sleeping, I checked your driver?s licence to see if playing with you was okay, being 18 has turned you into my rubber prince for the ride and hopefully for a lot longer!" As he unstrapped me from the board? that I've been on, Red continued; "Years ago I found myself and my love of other men and rubber. The fun games of domination and submission seem to go with the territory as you're learning and will continue to learn. I want you to feel like a willing captive; helpless to stop me from forcing you into rubber captivity; pushed into being the rubber man that?s been hiding inside you all these years. Using your driver?s license, I got hold of your parents and told them you were riding in my truck to San Francisco with me, stopping along the way to make deliveries so they wouldn't worry about you. I gave them my real name and mailing address so you won't worry that I plan any harm to you. You're now free to willingly experience all the rubber you ever dreamed of and discover all the play that goes with the rubber wear. How's the dildo in your ass, boy?" As I nodded my head up and down, I realized that I was telling Red that I wanted him to take total control over me and make me his rubber slave. I also realized that the beginning was probably the easy part and I was about to be unhappy with myself for agreeing to what was coming!! Unzipping what feels like a tight rubber bag, Red pulled my shoulders out from the bag and sliding my arms out of sleeves, he cuffed me with my hands behind me and slid the rest of the bag off my legs until I could stand when he turned my body. Still hooded, blindfolded and gagged, I was pretty helpless to do anything but what he wanted. Guiding me through a door, I felt the cool air outside; wondering where we were and what was going to happen next; and the dildo was growing and shaking me while I walked. Red walked me to a door that he opened with a key, leading me in and positioning me. I felt a leather cuff being attached to first one ankle, and then the other as a bar between the cuffs held my legs apart. Standing precariously Red un-cuffed me for a moment, then took one hand and lifted it up to another leather cuff, swiftly stretching first one hand and then the other until I was spreadeagled, standing up. Taking off the leg cuffs, Red pulled on a pair of knee length rubber pants and a pair of rubber socks followed by boots that came up to my knees. Re-cuffing my legs, I discovered that the pants had a front to back zipper when Red opened me up and played with my ass and the dildo inside me. Red left me like that for a while, wondering where we were and what was going to happen next and when that fucking harness that held my dick down and the dildo up was coming off. Swaying in the breeze, I found myself trying to get the dildo to go deeper up me when it was growing; I wanted it to fuck me!! Red was probably watching this display with delight, planning to give me what I wanted when he wanted to; in truth that?s what I was thinking about when I was humping the dildo. During one of the vibrating cycles, Red walked up behind me and swatted my ass with a paddle three or four times, bringing me back to earth, reminding me that I was a helpless prisoner of his wishes. Red released me from the harness and gently took the dildo out; replacing it with a smaller, non-vibrating cousin, and put my now hard cock into a rubber bag that squeezed tight at the scrotum. Zipping the pants back up, Red undid one arm and slid it into a rubber sleeve. Repeating the process and sliding the other arm into another sleeve, I found myself in a rubber straight jacket that Red closed me into and after buckling the back and running straps under my thighs, he pulled my arms tight to my body and hooked them together behind me. As he removed the hood and gag I'd worn for so long, I got a look at where we were. "This is a little cottage I own in Ohio, boy." It's a better investment to own places like this on my trade routes than to stay in motels when I'm tired of sleeping in the truck. Besides, this gives me more room to play with you when we travel back and forth together. I don't think I can give someone as tasty as you back!! Even better, I own two others along the way!!" Before I could protest, Red popped a gag in my mouth that he strapped behind my head and then inflated, As it filled my cheeks, it also worked its' way into my mouth filling me completely without choking me. Red guided me face up on the bed, strapping each of my legs to the bottom with just a little spread apart. Lying on my back, Red laid down next to my helpless body and reached over to turn off the lights. Laying there in the dark, Bound and gagged plugged and dressed in full rubber, I realized that today had been the most exciting day of my life; and that was before Red reached over and played with me until I exploded into the rubber bag!!! Chapter Five: Layover: Red was undoing my legs when I woke up. "Time to get a little exercise, boy." Before he pulled me off the bed, lifting and stretching exercises were done to my legs. Up he lifted me and after attaching a collar and leash, I was taken out the door, still wearing the straightjacket and gag and boots and the rubber bag with my load of cum sloshing around. Reds' back yard went right into a forest area that was uninhabited and allowed us to jog a goodly distance to a turnaround circle, where we headed back to his cottage. Clomping along in his heavy rubber boots, I was a little tired, but Red just turned around and led me back out on the path again. By the time we finished a second loop through the woods, I was winded. Red led me back to the house and sat me down in the kitchen, where he whipped up a big breakfast. Warning me that slaves didn't talk unless told to, he took my gag off and fed me, then he took me to the bathroom and sat me on the pot to clean myself out. By this time, I'd almost forgotten that I had a dildo inside me. When he guided it out, I felt a little empty. Keeping the leash and the collar on me, Red let me out of the straight jacket and boots; leaving my dick and balls in the rubber bag and put me in the shower. Tossing me a bar of soap, I washed myself while Red watched and soaked in my young body. It gave me a chance to soak in his well-sculpted body at the same time! "Am I going too fast for you, boy?" Without giving it a thought, I shook my head no! Smiling, Red threw me a towel and after drying off, he pulled me to the bedroom where he handed me a full body black rubber suit that had hands and feet attached. The suit had a zipper running from my neck all the way through my crotch and up past my ass, hugging my body and squeezing me everywhere. I could get used to wearing this all the time. Next, Red took out a rubber hood that he put on me and laced down the back, pulling it tighter and tighter on my head as he got to my neck. The hood had eyes, nose and mouth openings allowing me to see and breathe clearly; of course talking was forbidden but that option was short lived anyway as Red pushed me to the floor and gave me my first lesson in cock-sucking. Holding the sides of my head, he worked his prick into my mouth and let me get used to having a warm pulsating member filling me. As I played with his dick with my tongue, he gently pushed it in a little deeper, pulling back and pushing in until the motion was natural and I wanted him to go even further, and faster. Just as I thought he was going to run it down my throat, Red stopped and replaced his dick with a mouth filling penis shaped gag. By now, all I wanted to do was grab my dick and squeeze myself until the rubber bag that holds me was filled even more with cum. Red walked me to his bed and handcuffed me, laying me face down and hooking the cuffs to the headboard Lifting my knees forward, he unzipped my suit from the back, exposing my ass and the bag holding my dick and balls. Knowing what was coming next, I was nervous and excited at the same time. After having those dildos up my ass yesterday, do I still qualify as a virgin? The question was short-lived as Red pushed his lubricated fingers into me, squirting more lube deep inside, in anticipation of climbing up behind me and pushing the head of his cock against the lips of my ass. For a short moment, the pain of entry was unbearable, but all of a sudden, I could feel Red's body hugging the cheeks of my ass and his fullness throbbing inside me. Much as I loved him lying tight up against me, I loved the feeling of his prick sliding in and out of my ass. Every time he pushed himself deep into me I thought the head of his prick was going to emerge in my mouth and bang heads with the penis gag that was already there being sucked on for all it was worth. Considering how patient Red had been in getting me to this stage of rubber slavery, he couldn't wait any more and, with a deep mournful sigh, filled me with his cum. As I lay there feeling him throb inside me, even more than his prick was filling me already, Red reached down and grabbed my dick, squeezing and stroking just enough to set me off and set off the fireworks in my mind. Totally numb from the moment, I didn't notice, as Red replaced his prick with the vibrating and expanding dildo until he pumped it up, blocking my ass's ability to let his cum drain out of me. Red reached up and unhooked the cuffs and held me as we lay on the bed recovering from our unbelievable wake up call. As our bodies intertwined, I understood for the first time in my life the true meaning of passion. I could have stayed in this cottage, let Red use me, make love to me, and keep me forever! This wasn't to be today, as Red still had work to do, so he got me up and carefully took my privates out of the bag, and after wiping me off, replaced the bag with a new one. Going to his closet, he pulled out clothes just like he wore while driving his truck. First, he threw me a pair of jeans and a shirt, along with socks and a pair of lace up black leather boots. Pulling on the clothes, other than the hood and the gag, I looked pretty ordinary. Next Red put a pair of rough work gloves on my hands and took out a latex face hood that looked almost like a real person, if you didn't get too close. Before putting it over my black hood and gag, he cuffed my hands behind me and took the gag out. Leaning me over, Red gave me the most delicious kiss of my life followed by pouring the contents of my cum filled bag down my throat and ordering me to suck every drop off the bags interior. After he was satisfied that I had enough dessert for the morning, the penis gag went back into my mouth, strapped tightly in and on went the face mask. Still cuffed, Red led me to the truck and helped me up into the shotgun seat. The cuffs came off and he re-cuffed my hands to hook on the sides of the bucket seat and then he tied my legs together. Leaving me looking for all the world just like any other co-driver going down the highway. "California, Here I Come!!" Chapter Six: Layover: On the Road Again: Ever since I fell in love with rubber, my wildest dreams were about wearing enough rubber to completely cover my body and not have to take it off. The fantasies that I squeezed my dick to ejaculation never thought to include a mouth filling gag or an ass filling dildo vibrating inside me. Now, here I am, completely dressed in rubber, plugged, gagged and held prisoner in Red's truck, watching America roll by through the mask covering my gagged and hooded face. If it were possible to be tired of my captivity, Red reaches over and plays with my trapped dick or squeezes my breasts, reminding me that there's no end to how much I want to be enslaved and kept in his world of rubber. We pulled into a truck stop just after crossing into Illinois. Parking in the back of the lot, Red ran in a grabbed a bag of food and drinks for us. Un cuffing my hands and untying my legs, Red took the mask and gag off, let me stretch out the kinks and after exploring my throat with his tongue, shared the food until I was full. Replacing the gag, Red pushed me into the back and quickly hogtied me to the board. After adding a blindfold, he pulled out and left me like that for a couple of hours until he pulled over again and, climbing in back, he undid the ropes and led me blindfolded, down from the cab and took me for a walk. When we stopped, Red took the blindfold off and I found that we were in a high field above the road where passers-by couldn't see us. After spreading out a big black rubber sheet, Red sat me down and undressed me, stripping me naked and popping the dildo out. A short walk from the sheet, he gave me permission to crap and take a much needed piss. After cleaning myself with tissues, he led me back to the sheet, where he stripped down and grabbed me into his arms for a relaxing hour of cuddling and mutual exploration. Up until yesterday, the thought of sucking on another guys prick had never entered my mind, but then, neither had I wanted to be fucked up the ass. Now, here I was lying out here in the grass and nothing else is on my mind, except maybe having Red dress me in rubber and fill my holes while I'm trapped as his captive slave. Red's lying back on the sheet, letting me suck on him, occasionally lifting me to his nipples where I suck and lick until the need to put his prick in my mouth is too much to bear. When I start to feel crazed beyond measure, and try to roll Red over so I can stick my tongue in his ass, he laughed at me and said it was time to go. Putting me back in the bodysuit and boots, Red handcuffed my hands behind me and after gathering everything up, led me back to the truck. Off came the boots and into a rubber sleep sack I was placed. Cuffs removed, my arms slid into internal sleeves that imprisoned me. After zipping me in and strapping me to the board, Red pulled a black rubber hood with only a small mouth hole on me. Flicking his tongue into the hole, he put earphones over my ears and turned on a tape with music playing behind him talking about what life as his rubber slave was going to mean and all the things that I would be doing against my will. As we pulled back on the highway, some of them sounded terrible and still made my dick throb even more!! Chapter Seven: Rapid City: "I miss having a plug in my ass. As my groin pushes up against the rubber, there is nothing for my sphincter muscles to wrap themselves around. No matter how hard I push up, I cannot get the rubber to make me cum." This is how I spend my time; helplessly trapped in the layers of rubber that Red put me in and constantly bound, unable to touch myself and relieve the pressure that pushes against my groin. It feels like the truck has never stopped rolling along, bouncing occasionally and stimulating my overloaded senses. Just when I think I can't stand any more, Red pulled off the highway and after bouncing along a dirt road, finally stopped and climbed in back with me. "It's time to expand your circle of friends." With that Red untied me and took me out of the rubber sleep sack that had held me so close. Standing me up he added a pair of rubber hip waders and cuffed my hands behind my back. Guiding me down to a path Red led me along until, when stepping on an uneven surface, I stumbled and a second pair of hands caught me. Realizing we weren't alone, I nervously wondered what was in store for me. Guided into a house, Red took off the cuffs, removed the rubber hood, that by now was soaking wet inside, and pointed me to a bathroom, where he ordered me to shower and take care of all my needs. I almost melted under the waves of hot water as I worked out the cramps and achy joints from being bound for so long. After utilizing the toilet and brushing my teeth, I rejoined Red in the wide-open living room of a beautiful log cabin home. At the back end of the main room was an open kitchen with a tall thin handsome man wearing nothing but cowboy boots and a white Stetson. "Roger is rustling up a hearty meal to sustain you for today's play time. Sit at the table and stay quiet." When the food came I ate like a pig, not realizing how hungry I was. It seems Roger and Red own this ranch outside of Rapid City, S.D. Roger lives here full time with his "boy" and Red stops when he travels through and spends as much time as possible, playing and helping. I wonder where 'boy' is. After eating, Red ordered me into the kitchen to clean up the cooking mess. Then, he had me put on a pair of black rubber zip thru shorts, the hip waders that I wore into the house and a pair of black rubber gloves. Cuffing my hands behind my back and pulling on a rubber hood with nose and mouth holes, he led me to a couch and pushed me down on my knees, onto a pillow. Holding my head, he first rubbed lubrication fluid on my head and them pushed me forward where a second hood was added. This one had nose holes and an open mouth that led to a rubber shaft with Rogers' shaft waiting in it. {Longer but thinner than Reds'} Gripping me by my ears, Roger worked my mouth over, driving his cock slowly but surely, deeper down my throat. As I happily settled in to sucking on his lollipop, Red unzipped the rear of my shorts and played with my ass, inserting his finger and wriggling away at my muscle. Next he pushed two and then three fingers in stretching me wider and wider. Roger, meanwhile must have been enjoying both my mouth and Red's activities, because he squeezed my head and drove his cock all the way down my throat; unloading a prolonged throatful of cum in me. Pulling back, I was able to keep from gagging and swallowed his hot delicious cum. While I wallowed in rubber heaven, Red stopped, walked away and returned, pushing a tube up my ass and squirting gel in me. Zipping me up, Roger and Red took the second hood off and replaced it with a much heavier rubber hood with a built-in extra fat penis gag that filled my mouth making protests useless. Undoing the cuffs, they added a long sleeved rubber shirt and over that, they put me in a heavy rubber straight jacket with clips that attached to the rubber hip waders that I was easily falling in love with. I really wished at that moment that I could see through all the rubber encasing my head so I could see myself, all black and shiny and helpless. Talk about jumping into something new with both feet!! Wow!!! Outside they led me for a short walk and into another building where I found out where Rogers' "boy" was hanging out. "How ya doing boy?" Roger was talking to him while rattling chains or something. His boy was making heavy moaning sounds, alternating with muffled, heated passion pleas. If only I could see how much trouble he was in, I might not have been so happy about my new life. Loosely tying me to a pole, Red and Roger busied themselves with horses; getting them saddled and ready for ride around the ranch. How long would they be gone?? Do I just stand here with boy waiting like he so obviously has been doing?? Eventually, one of the horses was standing beside me and Red untied me from the pole. Before climbing on his horse, Red unzipped the back of my shorts, letting a rush of cool air hit my ass. After mounting up, Roger walked me up a set of wooden steps that went high enough to guide me on Reds' saddle. The most amazing surprise of the day awaited me when I tried to sit down. A curved dildo was attached to the saddle, sliding into my ass and filling me up. Once in place, Roger helped Red strap me down, pushing the dildo harder up my ass. Then, Roger strapped my body close to Reds' making it impossible to fall off. Roger jumped on his horse and off we rode, leaving "boy" to whatever misery and pleasure he was enduring. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the idea of wearing hip boots and a straight jacket while being fucked up the ass by a horse, but here I was; every time the horse stepped off, the saddle pushed up, driving the dildo deep in me and the straps that hold me down make sure that I don't miss a step. My muffled screams, at first, must have made the two of them happy to have put me there, but eventually, my ass conditioned itself, aided by the lube job that Red gave, to looking forward to each stride. In the course of two hours of riding on their ranch, I lost control two times and shot my cum all over myself, each time being told by Red that there be a price to pay for such behaviour. Being tied against him and having cum twice, I didn't even care. When we got back to the barn and they got me off the horse, I discovered that I did care. Taking off the hoods and the gag, I got my first look at "boys" situation; hanging from the rafters six inches off the floor was Rogers?s boy, encased in a heavy black rubber bag. Rubber straps were wrapped around him starting just below his shoulders and working their way to his ankles. His head was encased in a black rubber hood with two tubes protruding from his nostrils and a wider tube coming out where his mouth should be. That tube went up to a rubber hot water bottle hanging over his head. I would have thought that he was getting water for nourishment, except for the tube that was coming out of his crotch, attached to his dick. Whenever he pissed he had to drink it!! If that wasn't bad enough, his breast nipples were exposed and clips were attached with a chain running to the middle of his chest and a fishing weight hung from them. His balls were in black rubber with a silver ring separating his dick from his balls; even worse, his balls were supporting the weight of a rubber-mudding boot!! Cringing to think of what he must be going through, Red took my shorts off and turning them inside out, he made me lick every drop of my cum off them. Roger, in the meantime lowered his boy down and released him from his soaking wet, hot rubber bag and double layers of clothes that he'd been sweating in for God knows how long. As Red took my pants off my head, he asked if I remembered him telling me that there would be a price. Red, Roger and the boy stripped me down from my sweaty clothes and dressed me in the rubber that boy had been in, sweat, cum and all and did to me what Roger had done to boy. The rubber hood had a big round rubber ball gag with the tube going through the middle that kept my cries of renewed pain silenced as they put the finishing touches on me and hoisted my body off the floor. As a last punishment for cumming without permission, after turning on the vibrator on the inflated dildo in my ass, they each sat down on the edge of the loft and pissed into the rubber bag that trickled piss in my mouth. "Is everything nice and tight, boy? The more you move the more the boot pulls down, same goes for nipples. There's a sound monitor out here, just in case. Have a nice night, and with that, he reached down and stroked my stiffened cock, masturbating me till I shot another load and added it to my drinking fountain!! "Good Night, Boy!" Chapter Seven: Hanging at the Ranch: What little noise came out of my gag was ignored, until the pains dulled and I was left hanging in the barn, soaked in my sweat and the boys' contributions. My balls ached from the weight pulling down, but the picture in my mind of that black rubber boot dangling from me kept me hard and distracted for hours. The nipple clamps stopped hurting so much, but the weight was no fun. Being strapped up tightly kept me from wriggling around in the layers of rubber, but I felt it and the sweat kept reminding me of how much I was wearing. I don't think I ever imagined what it would be like to have my head and all my senses encased and filled with so much rubber. Once you get past the fears from total helplessness, you luxuriate in each breath through the nostril tubes. I think I even enjoy being force fed all the urine in the rubber bag. I would prefer cum feeding me, but I don't think my preferences will make any difference any more. A week ago, I was a dumb kid who thought he knew what he wanted in life and now I?m realizing that all I want is to let Red lead me to wherever he wishes; I truly am becoming his total and absolute slave; to use and abuse and love me any way he wishes. I must have slept, because hands suddenly are touching me and something is being attached to the pulleys behind me. Whatever it is, it's hard and spreads all the way across my back and down to the cheeks of my ass. The weight that torments my nipples was removed and also the boot that hangs from my balls. All the straps from my waist to my ankles were taken off and a zipper that started in the small of my back opens down to my rubber covered feet and up the front to my waist. I can stretch my legs and flex my achy knees, but only for a minute while the pulley is lowered and my legs were drawn forward until I was lying on, what feels like a piece of heavy leather that's attached to another set of pulleys lifting them up to the height of my back. Next, each of my legs were lifted up and strapped to the chains on either side. Now, my arms are at my sides inside the bag and strapped in place, while my legs are sticking up and hands are reaching under my ass and unzipping both rubber suits, exposing my butt and the inflated dildo that keeps vibrating away, reminding me of my wonderful captivity in Red's hands. Deflating the plug, Red shut off the vibrator and slowly slid the dildo from me. Detaching the tube that was feeding me everybody's piss, including mine, Red leaned over to my ear and asked; "Are we going too fast for you, boy? There's so much to learn and so little time. This isn't going to get any easier for you unless you say so now." Only a moment?s hesitation kept me from emphatically nodding no! If only I could have shouted "More, More!" Patting my head and gently tweaking my sore nipples, something was pushed in the tube that fed me, cutting off the extra air and sounds that escape from my rubber filled mouth. Feeling a tube filled with gel sliding in my ass, I push forward, inviting Reds' shaft inside my hungry asshole. As the hard swollen rod penetrates inside me, I suddenly realize that it's not Red that's filling me deeper than before. It's also not as fat, but noticeably longer. Roger grabs my hips and starts and pushes himself so deep into me that I try to shout my sudden discomfort, but nothing but unintelligible muffled sounds come from the gag. Roger gets me swinging into his thrusts until my ass starts to want him to push deeper until there is no discomfort, only heat for more. Pulling me into his prick and holding tight, Roger gives out a groan and shoots away in me. Letting go and backing out, Red's beautiful cock quickly slides in me, slowly probing, teasing my begging ass, holding back from a steady rhythm while Roger took the plug from the tube that goes to my mouth and poured his load of cum directly into my mouth and sliding down my hungry throat. Putting the plug back, Red opened up and got me rocking back and forth, pushing his cock deep in me and really spreading out my hole. How he lasted so long, I can't imagine, but eventually he also shot himself into me. Before I realized what was happening, the biggest cock of all slammed into my ass and gave me a fucking like I never thought possible. The bad news was it only lasted for a minute or two and was out of my ass quickly. Obviously "boy" was given a bone; so to speak. Without warning, the dildo that had spent so much time up my ass was pushed me back in and all the suit zippers were closed up. Releasing my legs from the chains, the bag was closed up again and I was hoisted up to my original hanging position. All the straps were put back on and my favourite rubber boot was hung off my balls. Taking the plug out of the tube, my dick was re-attached to the bag hanging over my head. Whatever controlled the flow rate was changed, feeding me mouthfuls of piss until I emptied the bag dry. As soon as it was empty, the two loads of cum were poured in, flying into my mouth, saturating my taste buds with their great flavour. Then, after adjusting the flow rate again, the three of them sat in the loft and filled the bag with their piss so I would have plenty to drink as they left me hanging for the rest of the night. As I took a long well deserved piss, someone increased the flow so I wouldn't waste any of my dessert. Good Night Again!! Chapter 8: Home is where the hard is: Is it possible to drown while hanging in a harness and your rubber suits are filled with sweat? MY sore and aching body is floating in sweat all the way to the top of my head; if not for the tubes in my nose, keeping the moisture from running into my lungs, I really would be in trouble. As it is, I'm drinking everybody?s' piss and adding my own to the bag as I hang here. It's hard to believe that my biggest thrill, up until a week ago was rubbing up against a rubber covered boy on a dance floor. I should be screaming in agony from all the indignities that have been heaped upon me, but instead I find myself wriggling around to better feel the dildo inside my ass and the rubber boot hanging from my balls. My jaws ache from the unrelenting pressure of the rubber ball in my mouth. If only I could open my jaws wider to relieve the pressure, but the heavy rubber hoods that wrap my face in won't give any relief. Just when I start thinking that this might not be the smartest way to spend my life, a hand grabs my prick and strokes it, making it hard again. The weight of the world is lifted off my "shoulders" when the rubber boot is detached from the chain hanging down from my balls. All six hands join in and unhook me from my water and rubber prison and carry me into the ranch house. Taking all the straps off and releasing me from the bag, Red and the others dump me in the shower to undress from the three layers of rubber suits and get clean. "While you're in there, wash all the rubber with soap, rinse them and hang everything up to dry. Hurry up or your breakfast will get cold!! There's a box of clothes to put on when you're dry; put everything on!" It felt great being clean again. I wish I could have stayed in the shower forever, but Red, the clothes and breakfast awaited me so out of the shower I jumped. Just when my ass was feeling lonely from removing the dildo, there on the top of the pile was a butt plug, pre-greased and ready for me to stick up my ass. A pair of black rubber shorts with a full zip from front to rear kept the plug firmly in place while I pulled a rubber tank top over my head and smoothed it over me until there were no ripples; just shiny, well-defined muscles. Curiously, regular clothes came next. White socks, blue jeans {tight} and a sleeveless work shirt went on, followed lastly by a pair or rubber lace up boots in black. Finished dressing, I joined Red and his friends at the breakfast table. Judging by the conversation today was a workday for everyone, including me. If the alternative to work was another hanging session in the barn, I think work will do me just fine for a change. After breakfast, both boy and I were fitted with ball gags that didn't stretch our jaws too much, just kept us quiet for the day. Red took me out and taught me how to saddle a horse and then taught me how to ride him. After an hour of this and giving me a particularly docile mount, we rode out to the fields where we did all kinds of raunchy stuff until lunch. For lunch, I had three peanut butter sandwiches and Red had me. Out of his saddlebag came that black rubber sheet that we had such a great lunch on while driving here. Red took his time peeling me out of the clothes he'd laid out when he got to the rubber; he played with me, licking my chest and my ass through the rubber. Moving up, he ran his tongue all over my neck and ears and face, teasing and driving me crazy with his unhurried style and controlling hands. When I thought I'd explode, Red held my head as he guided his prick into my mouth, gently filling me with the need to never stop sucking and licking his glorious shaft. Faster and deeper he invaded me, driving me to the brink of shooting without being touched. Just when I thought he'd let go, instead, he picked up the ball gag and firmly gagged me. "You will always be my slave boy and when slaves get fucked, a gag is the perfect reminder of who's in charge. Turning me on my hands and knees, Red pulled the butt plug out and after lubing me some more, worked his great big dick into my hungry asshole. Slowly at first, gradually building up speed and intensity, the pain, mixed with the pleasure had me on the brink of screaming and cumming together. "Feel free to scream boy, I love to hear your muffled cries as I work your ass over. Go ahead, scream!! Giving vent to the mixed feelings, I let loose for all I was worth, which barely could be heard twenty yards away, but what an effect it had on both Red and me. We both shook from the earthquakes that erupted from our dick, me on the sheet and Red in my ass. Spent, Red pulled out and undid my gag to kiss me and to make me clean the sheet. Finished, he re-gagged me and we both dressed and packed our lunch equipment. After inserting the plug, we rode around, checking the livestock and the fences, eventually returning to the ranch. Boy, under Rogers' direction, already had dinner coming up and the table set. Washing up, we all sat down and had a great dinner. Everything seems great lately; I'm wondering when we're pulling out and heading for San Francisco as dinner is finished. When Roger and boy wander off, Red goes to the bathroom and returns with the rubber suits that I wore last night. Making me undress, he handed me a full body catsuit with a full crotch zipper. As I slid into the pre-lubed suit, Red took the plug out of my ass and replaced it with a larger dildo that had inflating and vibrating extras. I suspect I'm in for another heavy-duty night and start to wonder what the daily surprise will be. Fully into the suit, an attached hood with the ball gag and the feeder tube awaits my head. Red takes out double sets of earplugs and inserts them before pulling the hood on my head, making me very silent and deaf. Not yet satisfied that I have enough rubber on, Red puts me into another heavier rubber suit that has hands and feet attached; something called a drysuit. Next a pair of hip waders are added and a gasmask that pulls over the whole head goes on A hole in the mask allows the drinking/ breathing tube to extend out. Standing there , completely trapped in rubber, Red slips my arms into a heavy sleeved coat that turns into a rubber straight jacket, pulling my arms into my body, completing my helplessness. Not done with me, Red walks me to a high-backed chair and proceeds to strap my legs to the legs, spread apart, making me available for his whims. A series of rubber straps running from my forehead to my knees complete my bondage, leaving me totally immobile. Red unzips the two suits and takes my cock out. also exposing the dildo controls. First he pumped up the dildo enough to make sure I couldn't get it out, then he put his lips on me and played a symphony, going up and down, in and out leading me to the brink of a volcanic eruption but stopping before my explosion. "I know you want to go to San Francisco, and I want to take you, but I have to make up time that I lost getting to know you. I'm leaving you with Roger and boy to continue your training until I come back this way. You will obey Roger just like he was me. Trust me, you won't be bored except when he wants you to be. I desperately tried to protest, but muffled grunts were the only sounds I could make. Reds' mouth returned to my prick as the vibrator kicked on and the dildo expanded even bigger in me. As much as I was freaking out, my dick was running amok and after a virtuoso performance on it, I shot a load to be remembered. As I sat there winding down, wondering when Red was leaving, Rogers' voice was next to my head telling me how much he enjoyed sucking me off and I could expect many more moments like this; And by the way; Red said to give you a kiss when I let you out of the chair in the morning !! Goodnight !!