JAN AND THE SEWERMAN First Chapter by frglee

Author: FRGLEE
Title: JAN AND THE SEWERMAN First Chapter by frglee
Date: 01 April 2012

JAN AND THE SEWERMAN by frglee

First Chapter

Part 1: The Meeting

Jan knew he wanted something different that night. And when he met the tall and masculine workerguy in the bar,he had felt oddly attracted to this unkempt and slightly smelly rubberman,outrageously standing in a gay bar in his dirty sewerman's rubber workgear,fresh from cleaning out the shit from the tunnels and sluices earlier that day below in the very street the bar was in.

The barmen knew Peter the sewerman from old,he was part of the scenery of the sleazier part of the gay district,and Peter liked nothing more than working a late shift underground,then climbing out of the manhole,tidying the kit into the truck,sluicing himself down from the mobile watertank behind the truck,saying goodnight to his workmates then walking over to the bars without changing. Many a cute young guy had been quite hypnotised by this rubberman in shiny smelly muddy waders,but Jan was not to know that,and that just like them,he was to be quite transfixed by this hunk in dirty old rubber workgear.

The gear was not all quite the authentic issued sewermen's kit of course,and when the Municipal Sewers Authority inspector came round Peter just hauled on his regulation PVC oversuit over the rubbers and nothing was ever said. He was a good worker and got the job done,ever happy to work antisocial hours. Though there was some team work with the other gangers,often Peter worked alone down in the safer tunnels,with mates on the surface connected by rope and the sewerphone. He'd be wearing his favourite thick crotch high rubber waders with metal studded soles and steel insoles,toe and ankle caps covered in cleated yellow rubber. He always wore his old thick wetsuit,with a modified zipped codpiece,elbow length black rubbergloves and heavy rubber belt,to which the funky industrial yellow and black hefty and clunky rubber waders were attached by thick rubber straps.

Peter always felt wet,tight,sexy and hot in his thick tight dirty rubber wetsuit as he shovelled the muck in the pipes,sometimes on his knees in the fetid water. His impressive dick would swell and push against the rubber codpiece and was much admired by his workmates at the top of the manhole. Peter loved his gear and lived in it,day and night. Under rubber sheets he even slept in it. Peter loved his job too,from the first day when as a teenage trainee,he had climbed down the metal rungs of the sewage inspection pipe into this dark wet wonderland.

The sewer worker's baptism-style initiation,when Peter was thrown into the filthy water by an older sewerman was a real shock,but as he surfaced everyone laughed and they pulled him out, slapped him on the back,and teenage Peter knew that he was immediately accepted as one of the gang. Over time he became stronger and more muscular due to the hard physical work and people in the bars were often suprised to find he had never been to a gym in his life. Twenty years later Peter still enjoyed his work,and because of his intense gear interest,the sewerman's private and work life had gradually morphed into one existance. His home was in the old scruffy industrial part of the city centre - an old workshop that bit by bit he had converted to a basic but functional apartment. With an impressive cellar,that had been the important thing.

But his real home were the tunnels under the city. Down in the sewers it was warm and felt very comforting. Down there in the slime and dank,Peter felt it was his kingdom,he was master of all he surveyed,and although there was the odd rebellious rat to cope with,Peter was truly in his element.

And young Jan was soon about to find out what that element was too. A quiet student at the university,but into darker things than the Botany he was studying,Jan gradually spent more and more of his spare time in the bars in the rougher end of the gay district. Some of the leather bars had been a bit unwelcoming when he first explored them,as he was inexperienced he did not understand the rules and etiquette of the scene too well,and he was even a bit intimidated and frightened by these guys. Generally,Jan felt happier in the more mixed bars where a lot of the rubber and leathermen went to socialise before the main fetish clubs opened.

Dressed in jeans, armyboots and a leather blouson over a black T shirt he was cute enough,with long blond hair and a boyish face. He'd played a fair bit with guys like himself,but Jan seemed to feel something was missing. He was certainly already getting very bored with conventional sex scenes,even though only 20. But he seemed hesitant about the next step. He loved rubber and boots especially,but had had few scenes where he could really explore these interests,and as a student,he had not got too much money to buy the gear he loved. Guys his own age seemed to be more into conventional stuff anyway.

Boots and waders had certainly always been a great interest and as he stared at Peter in his waders he found himself getting very hard indeed,and his uncut dick started working its way down his jeans,leaking a little precum as it did so. Peter drinking at the bar,chatting to some old mates had noticed the boy when he had come in. He noticed the stiff dick in the lad's jeans and he noticed the dab of precum leaking through. Jan had not been able to keep his eyes off the tall muscled rubberman. But Peter wanted a beer and wanted to relax first.

Half an hour later,quite confident the boy was still interested,Peter walked over to him,the steel studs in the thick wadersoles clacking loudly across the tiled floor of the bar. Several eyes looked at him appreciatively,but Peter was only interested in the young blonde guy. They each smiled and introduced themselves to each other. They got talking. About Peter's work mainly,which Jan seemed fascinated with,and then about Peter's gear and the other bars and clubs in the city. They talked about the kinds of fetish scenes the lad had experienced generally which were a bit limited,then pretty soon,Jan mentioned how much he loved boots and rubber and that he wanted to try a rubber bondage scene.

Peter had slowly become a true bondage master over the years,being disinterested in any kind of normal sex with other men. He realised early that all he wanted was to control and immobilise attractive guys,perhaps even to demean and somehow reduce their beauty by mud and dirt....introducing them to his dark and dank world,especially the younger and better looking fit men,and this process entailed bondage. Having a very well equipped cellar under his house was the means to this end,paid for by a rich but married young solicitor from a well known family,who regularily submitted to long periods of discrete and anonymous heavy rubber bondage under Peter's hand. This mutual arrangement had worked very well for both men. Peter's wages were not generous and property,even run down workshops in the old industrial area,were so expensive in the city. The shell of the ground floor and cellar of the building were gifted to Peter,planning permission sought and cleverly won by the solicitor,for use change,then Peter was left to pay and get on with a building conversion that took several years,but was now complete.

Peter didn't want to frighten Jan,so he asked him to describe a scene he might enjoy taking part in. Jan was surprisingly forthright and had an intelligent imagination,and seemed to be no innocent,although,in a sense,he was. Total rubber coverage,immobilisation for a long period seemed to be of great interest to Jan,though he had never actually experienced it. Boots had to be involved somewhere and the lad loved gas masks and had always wanted to be gassed or knocked out. Peter could read the craving desperation in the young man's eyes. He knew Jan was his for the taking. He knew what the lad needed,and he could provide it easily as his cellar was presently set up for such a session.

Peter knew he wanted this boy as well,for his own pleasure,as he had with so many others. He loved owning and controlling these beautiful lads. He wanted the young guys to love him,but in return he wanted to immobilise, demean,entrap and debase them in inescapable tight rubber bondage. Most of all Peter wanted to cover and hide the beautiful faces and bodies of these blonde haired blue eyed lads,just as a butterfly collector traps beauty in a display case with pins and glue.

"I can provide you with an unforgettable tight inescapable rubber bondage scene tonight,and you can be let free when you want,but I would like you to let me decide how long you will stay in bondage. It would mean at least 24 hours.You may be treated a little roughly,but will not be hurt or harmed in any real way. I also wish you to submit to my young rubberslave who will assist me in providing your bondage immobilisation." Peter smiled. "I take it those terms are agreable to you?" Jan nodded,unable to reply because his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest.

A short walk down empty old darkened industrial streets,a kilometer or so away from the clubs,they came to an old metal door which Peter unlocked and opened. He beckoned Jan to enter first,then the tall sewerman followed. Much to Jan's surprise there was an apartment in there,and in the hall was a guy in full totally enclosing rubbergear,head to toe with a thick corrogated rubbertube connecting his old gasmask with silvered lens to the back of his thick black heavylatex suit. He was standing quietly to attention. Heavy rubber skinhead boots peered out from tight rubber pants,connected by steelclips to keep the pants taught and tight. Shoulderlength heavy industrial rubber gloves were clipped and strapped to his shoulders. Jan looked keenly at the corrugated neckseal of the suit,connected to a hood,over which was strapped the old design gasmask,a model he had never seen before but it looked very hot.

"This is my Rubber Skinhead slave." intimated Peter."He is gagged at all times and does not speak. He does as he is ordered,and he always follows my commands. I warn you,he is strong and can be violent,so it is best you do give him any reason to push you about"

Jan began to feel a bit frightened and Peter could see the fear welling up in his eyes. "Do as you are told and you will not come to any harm,in fact,you may even really enjoy what is about to happen to you.If you want to leave,you can leave now. And just remember,you can stop this anytime by just saying Stop."

"No,"said Jan..."I'd like to stay,sir. And I won't say Stop"


Part 2: Pit Preparation

Turning to the Rubber Skinhead,Peter then barked: "The usual,I think! You know what to do!" and Peter left them,clanking down the metal stairs at the end of the hall. The Rubber Skinhead grabbed Jan's jacket and jostled him away to a side room. Jan played the game and submitted to the roughness. He knew that it was expected of him.

Inside the side room,there was a wooden floor and black walls with small glass fronted chrome cupboards filled with rubber,chrome and plastic toys. From a hanger hung assorted rubber suits,straitjackets and rubber masks hung from the wall. On the floor was a pile of waders,and there were even heavy drysuits and divegear in one corner,shiny steel cylinders of air lined up on the floor. There were four large gas cylinders attached to the wall,two green and two blue,with steel tubes attached to a chrome wallpanel with gauges and valves.

Once inside The Rubber Skinhead roughly removed the lad's clothes,pointing to Jan's army boots which Jan unlaced and removed. Jan could see nothing of the face of the completely rubbercovered man...The one-way silvered lenses of the gasmask prevented any sight of the Rubber Skinhead's eyes,though of course,the Rubber Skinhead could see Jan perfectly. Apart from grunts and breathing valves Jan could hear nothing. But he could smell warm rubber and piss. He noticed that the Rubber Skinhead's gasmask tube was attached to a connecting port in the crotch,near his asshole. There was a reinforced rubber breathing port consisting of a heavy rubber patch with small holes between his balls and asshole.He guessed correctly that the rubber pervert was breathing his own rubbery pissy smell from wet pants inside his rubber suit. The air exhausted from a one-way valve at the side of the gasmask,thus the smell of warm rubbery piss in the expelled air.

Finally,Jan was naked standing in front of this threatening perverted rubber apparition. He shivered. From a shelf,the Rubber Skinhead reached for a small transparent plastic chastity device and clicked it around the lad's dick and balls,then locked it into position. The chastity device began to hurt as Jan's dick swelled but there was little he could do. Tight latex shorts were pulled up the lad's legs,then a metal band placed around his waist with attached metal armbands at the side that locked into position,immobilising his arms just below the elbow. Locking the band securely,The Rubber Skinhead then placed a metal ring round the lad's neck,clicking it shut. He then reached for a thick half body bondage bag which he lowered over Jan's head,zipping it up at the back tightly,then buckling the attached heavy rubber belt over the steel band underneath.

His arms being immobilised at the side of his body was an odd but novel sensation for the lad. He struggled a bit before he realised he was quite unable to escape his bonds. The rubber bondage suit began to feel warm and wet and his genitals began to feel a bit sore,as his trapped dick tried to escape its own bonds. The Rubber Skinhead stuck his gloved fingers down the lad's throat and Jan licked and sucked hungrily. Ruffling the long blond hair,the Rubber Skinhead had a sudden urge to shave it all off and demean and humiliate the cute lad,but he knew that was for his master to do later,and any infraction would mean his own harsh punishment.

But the Rubber Skinhead was allowed to have a few liberties,and pushed the helpless lad down to the floor to lick his heavy specially made clumpy rubber skinhead boots. Jan struggled to get onto his knees,then down to lie on the floor with bound arms but obeyed as fast as he could. He had been staring at the boots intently since he first saw the Rubber Skinhead and wanted to get his tongue around every groove and ridge. The steel clips that attached the boots to the skinhead jeans were of special interest,Jan had never seen anything like this before. Under the rubber jeans the Rubber Skinhead was wearing another two latex catsuits and felt tough and taut in his latex encapsulation. He shifted position and the rubber creaked and squeezed him tightly. His dick got stiff and stretched out like a horizontal rod in the soaking wet crotch rubbers of his suits. Momentarily his breathing tightened from the crotch vent being squeezed, but as he widened his legs a little,the warm pissy air once again flowed freely into the gasmask.

Pulling the lad up to his knees with a kick to enforce discipline,impressing to Jan with the message that he was to do as he was ordered with alacrity,the Rubber Skinhead grabbed Jan's head and forced him to lick his rubbered crotch and the rubbered ridge in which his stiff dick was positioned. Jan licked and lapped and suckled and sucked on the rubber ridge as if it were his whole universe. Yes,he adored the smell and taste of hot wet pissy rubber. He adored the feel of his tongue on the stiff dick outlined in rubber. He adored this strong vicious Rubber Skinhead standing arrogantly over him. Meanwhile,the Rubber Skinhead looked down through his eyepieces at the blond longhaired pretty boy working on his multilayered rubber covered dick under his pants. For a moment the lad stopped for a breather,and,released by the gloved hands,looked up at the gasmasked pervert staring down at him,fondly ruffling through his long fair hair again...Jan's intense blue eyes shining in the half light of the room,much appreciated by the young rubber thug staring down at him.

The Rubber Skinhead enjoyed boot action and gave the kneeling lad a few gentle kicks to his thighs and groin,enjoying hearing Jan gasping in discomfort,then his thick rubber gloved hands reached again for the lad's head and pulled him hard to his crotch. Jan began licking and sucking the rubber ridge again. This time he could feel it begin to expand even further to the side of his rubber skinhead pants,and carefully licking the coronal ridge of the entrapped penis under the rubber layers,Jan worked even harder. Suddenly the Rubber Skinhead began to gasp and pulled Jan's head violently in toward him pumping his dick against the lad's sucking lips. The Rubber Skinhead inhaled deeply of his own warm pissy air coming up the breathing tube from his crotch. Pushing a small button on the left side of his gasmask,a heavy draught of amyl nitrite was added to his breathing mix. His head spun. He could hold on no longer. A sudden explosion in his head, and the Rubber Skinhead looked to the ceiling and twitched heavily as sperm squirted out under the rubberlayers,then a rictus pause, and again he and twitched squirmed and grunted through his rubber butterfly gag,pushing his crotch into the blonde twinks face again and again wanting to drain every drop of his cum. There was a long muffled groan from the sexed-up gasmasked rubberpervert,then he relaxed. As the amyl dissipated,a strong smell of gamey fresh sperm mixed with the piss gas rose up the gasmask tube. The Rubber Skinhead sighed in pleasure. Jan smiled,then continued to gently lick and caress his tongue against the softening rubber ridge in the rubber pants. Even though Jan's dick was very sore and desperate for release in his chastity device under the rubber pants,he continued to titilate the rubber pervert with his tongue,as the Rubber Skinhead's breathing began to return to normal.

All too soon,the rubber licking had to stop,as on the wall in the small black room a red light came on. This was the sign that Peter was ready for them. The Rubber Skinhead lifted Jan so he could stand and then,none too gently,pushed him out of the darkened room into the hall and down the metal steps to the cellar. At the bottom,he knocked on a metal door. A small window opened,then the heavy door was unlocked by Peter and opened,creaking on its hinges. The Rubber Skinhead pushed Jan into the darkened cellar,lit by a bare dim bulb and a yellow glow from a distant streetlight coming through a narrow skylight on the wall on the left.


Part 3: Fear Assuaged

Jan stood there held tightly by the gasmasked rubber skinhead behind him. Peter stood in front,beckoning him forward,dressed in the high shiny waders and the rubber wetsuit and waders that Jan had so admired in the bar a few hours earlier. The Rubber Skinhead laid his rubber gloved hand on Jan's shoulder,holding him secure,as the lad looked with shock at the scene.

In front of him was Peter,holding a thick heavy rubber full bodybondage bag,with an attached hood,blindfolded goggles and pump up tubed butterfly gag complete with inflator bulb. Thick straps were ready to be tightened and the suit was to be laced up tightly with Jan himself inside,to be little more than a squirming rubber bondage slave within. Below him the heads of two rubbermasked and hooded rubberslaves,bound by wooden neck braces set and locked into the stone floor,stuck out of two pits in the concrete floor. A third empty pit,being filled with warm water, awaited the next victim. Jan knew that this was to be him. He gasped with fear. The two heads on the floor seemed to be in restless state,squirming,groaning and gasping for air. A not so playful tap on each,of a thick rubber steel toecapped wader on the head from Peter,and they became quieter.

Whilst Peter began to ready the bondage suit to encarcerate his victim,Jan studied the scene more carefully as he looked down to the floor. He realised the wooden locked lids ensured there was to be no escape from the pits for the squirming rubber prisoners. He noticed the two rubberprisoners were attired in quite different hoods. One was made of shiny steel,and had nostril tubes which continued through the wooden lid below the floor into the pit. It also had an inflatable gag and inflation bulb resting on the floor. The other hood consisted of a black rubber inflatable helmet strapped and tightly laced from which a corrugated rubber tube exited down through the wooden pit lid. Two nostril tubes of this mask were attached to the corrugated mouth tube.

The two bondage slaves were breathing hard and Jan observed that there was some element of breath control involved. What he could not know was that they were breathing narcotic gas from the blue and green cylinders upstairs. They were floating in more ways than one. That was a contingency that Jan would find out for himself in time.

Jan began to reflect upon his situation. He was frightened by these intense rubbermen,but oddly fascinated and incredibly turned on,even to the throbbing of his trapped dick in the chastity device. But Jan became less sure of what he had agreed to. Whilst he might have dreamed of this situation,it might now be turning into a real life nightmare for him. Peter noticed the worried expression and grinned at him. "Having second thoughts,lad?"

Jan began to shiver with fear,but still he couldn't say Stop. Part of him wanted to,for sure but he kept that self under control. Actually he didn't know what to say. He was frightened,but so very turned on - so much now that his dick was straining and pushing against the plastic device trapping it so hard,he thought it would explode .

"Never mind,kiddo, we have something nice to relax you!"

Then Peter nodded at the Rubber Skinhead. And with that, the Rubber Skinhead reached into a rubber pouch on the left of his belt and brought out a thick cotton pad in a sealed plastic bag. It was torn open and chemical fumes caught Jan's nose. Swiftly it was placed over Jan's face,the thick shoulder length rubberglove holding it securely over his mouth and nose. The Rubber Skinhead pushed the pad down harder over the blonde guy's pretty face. Jan squirmed,but there was no escape. In panic,Jan sucked in the acrid sweet chemical fumes. Within seconds,his eyes fluttered and everything went black,and Jan slumped to the floor,cushioned by two sets of rubbered arms.


Part 4: Wet Restraint

Jan began to wake up. He was first aware there was something rubbery in his mouth and then that he was warm and somehow floating vertically and weightless,yet unable to move. Then the feeling of tight rubber all around him. Then realising that his vision was severely restricted, with just two adjustable slits in the blindfold goggles over his heavy rubber hood. He could at least breathe freely. Then he remembered. The club,Peter the sewerman,the Rubber Skinhead. The chloro rag,that even now he could still smell,and the fast receding headache that must have been a result of it. He tried to shout but the gag just turned his complaints into muffled grunts. In any case,no one took any notice. Around his neck there was a locked thick wooden two piece restraint set into the stone floor,and he could feel he was floating vertically in warm water,positioned by the neck brace. Jan was not in any pain,and the warm water was oddly comforting. He tried to wriggle his fingers then realised they were in some sort of bondage mitts and he could not even get his fingers to touch. The heavy rubber bondage suit was tight and restrictive,He tried squirming in it,as if to escape but escape seemed impossible. His feet were tightly bound as well,in lace-up pockets at the bottom of the rubber bondage bag. His arms were still tightly secured to the side of his body and he could feel the tight steel bands at his waist and around his neck as he squirmed in the semi-submerged bondage sack. His dick was very interested indeed in the predicament,but was still uselessly trapped and quite unable to cum.

Concentrating on the tiny field of vision allowed through the blindfold slits he investigated his little world. He was in the cellar still. He could see in the half light the wet stone floor and part of the white wall opposite him.
That was it. Listening hard he searched for other clues,only to find he had been earplugged and could hear very little other than his own breathing.He tried to shout again but to no avail.

Hours passed.Jan must have dozed off for a while because when he woke up the light had changed. There was daylight now coming into the cellar! He felt a vibration on the floor and suddenly his field of vision included the cleats,yellow toepads and shinpads and rubber shafts of the heavy industrial sewerman's waders he had been admiring so much the previous evening. He could even smell them a bit.Again he felt oddly frightened,yet turned on incredibly,knowing that he was inches away from these humungous rubber boots being worn by Peter the sewerman. One wader tapped his head on the side,and Jan groaned a little in response.


Suddenly,there was a burst of warm water on his rubber hooded head. At least it seemed like water,but after a few seconds he could smell the piss. One wader moved up to his mask and the piss splashed all over the yellow rubber toepad a few inches from his eyeslits. A boot then slowly lifted and lowered in his field of vision. There was a hiss of air. Suddenly Jan realised his butterfly gag was inflating. And again. It got uncomfortable in his mouth pushing between his teeth and into his cheeks,pushing down his tongue and stretching back into his throat. Jan groaned with discomfort and even retched a little,then he settled down and acclimatised himself to the new sensation. Salivating freely,he realised he loved the taste and feel of tight rubber in his mouth.


The wet boots started rubbing against his hood.He was squeezed in between them,then was worked over by one boot after another. Light taps and gentle kicks to the head. It didn't really hurt at all,but Jan was getting worried. A studded bootsole was placed over his face and pushed his head back in the hood. He could feel the steel studs pushing through the rubber into his face. Suddenly there was a loud spattering sensation on his rubber hood and Jan realised that Peter had just jerked off all over his head and into his masked face. Copious thick cum then dripped down over the eyeslits,then onto the mouthtube and gag inflator bulb. He could even smell the cum through his nostril tubes. A boot then carefully spread the cum out all over the hood,sliding around the rubber until every inch was covered in slime. Proud of his work,Peter gave the lad a friendly tap on the head and laughed with pleasure.

Through the breathing hole in the centre of the butterfly gag he was still able to breathe freely,along with the tubes in his nostrils.There were a few more playful kicks to his head with the waders,and then all went quiet. After a while there was some vibration on the floor and he could just make out some distant grunting. Jan guessed that the two other rubber bondage slaves next to him in the pits were getting their early morning piss showers as well.

After ten minutes or so,when Jan had got used to the pressure of the inflatable gag,he felt a slight tugging on it. A feeding tube was being threaded through the hole in the gag and he felt it being inserted deep into his mouth and down his throat.He was unable to taste or feel anything in his mouth,much other than the inflatable gag anyway,but there was definately something stretching a little way down his throat. It twitched. There was some liquid going down his gullet for sure. Was it piss? He was powerless to stop the flow. But,no,it felt heavier and thicker. He was now hungry and thirsty and felt the thick liquid enter his stomach. Whatever it was he soon felt satisfied and warm inside. Shortly,Jan released his bladder gently in the wet bondage bag in a kind of slow relaxed way,enjoying the sensation as his dick began to stiffen a little again in its bounds. He gently twitched his semi erect bound penis,masturbating by using the muscles in his groin,but was unable to come. He struggled against his bonds for a bit trying to get to his dick,and even twisting to try to stimulate his trapped penis against the rubber confines of the suit,but when that seemed pointless he resigned himself to being unable to cum,but felt very frustrated and horny.

Then silence again,and Jan drifted away,almost to sleep in a kind of floaty lucid dream state,fantasising about rubber sewermen,heavy spunk covered waders and violent rubber skinheads. In turn,Peter and his rubbery assistant were entubing,feeding and checking each of the other two interred rubbermen,both of whom had been there for several days locked in wet rubbery restrictive bondage,weightless but securely imprisoned. They would all be released as per the release schedule chalked up on the wall,but not until the Peter,and with his master's consent,the Rubber Skinhead,had taken their pleasures with them. As Jan reawakened,he drifted in a state of mild frustration in his weightless rubber bound state,but he waited keenly for what might happen next.