JAN AND THE SEWERMAN Third Chapter by frglee Parts 1 and 2

Author: FRGLEE
Title: JAN AND THE SEWERMAN Third Chapter by frglee Parts 1 and 2
Date: 20 August 2012

Jan and the Sewerman Chapter 3


Part 1: Domesticity

Like it always does for the working stiffs, Monday morning cruelly rolled round yet again. Peter,sleeping in his rubbers and waders,woke to the 0730 alarm reminding him he was on the 0900 shift at work. He could hear the rain pissing down the windows outside so he knew he was up for a busy day down below in the storm water conduits.

Refusing to get up immediately,Peter revelled in his rubber sheets and had a lovely long leisurely piss directly into his neoprene codpiece,which overflowed into the rubber sheets of his bed. The wet warmth was so relaxing and as he slid around in a personal cesspit of his own making,his dick got hard and he popped it out of his codpiece. Clicking the button on the bench by the bed and a small flatscreen monitor suddenly brightened revealing an infra red image of Jan in the alcove in the prep room,locked behind the heavy metal sliding door. The lad had been locked into the Gas Masturbation Chair for some 10 hours by this time,and was still struggling against his bondage. The pumps,dildo and electrostimming were working their way through the general repeating programmes they had been set on the previous night before Peter had retired to bed.

Jan had lost all sense of time. Again and again by experience he had learnt by rote the programme cycles,each of which lasted around an hour. He knew when the three programmes came to a crescendo each 60 minutes, when the stimming would peak and make him cum within 90 seconds,whether he wanted to or not. There was simply no choice with the Gas Masturbation Chair. It worked on you and you came. After the fourth orgasm,there was no sperm left in Jan's balls. His prostate kept twitching and clear fluid emerged from the end of his dick continuously. When he orgasmed nothing much came out of his reddening dick but orgasm he did. He was now tired and desperate to escape his bonds. His asshole was beginning to get sore with the many hours of pumping from the stainless steel dildo. He was getting nauseous. Was it from from repeated doses of gas,or maybe the enema fluid repeatedly squirting up his colon? The pressure from the suit had become so unbearable that his brain was flooded with endorphins -the natural pleasure chemicals. Jan was completely spaced out. He could hardly think straight. He struggled pointlessly,crying his eyes out and moaning with deep sobs and despair. But never in all the time had he ever said Stop. The Rubber Skinhead had been monitoring him all night and had listened very carefully to the escape word. It had never come,though there were lots of muffled sounds of general distress emanating from under the heavy mask.

Through the speakers Peter heard the cries and watched another bout of twitching as the Erostek box began to reach yet another climax of electrical impulse twitching up the lad's asshole and up and down his dick. Watching the performance,recumbant in his pissy rubber bed he grasped his dick with his sewerman's heavy rubber gloves and began stroking.

The Rubber Skinhead in the next room was also jerking off to the struggling boy on his monitor. And in around 1200 locations all over the planet,there were hands round dicks watching the performance live on paynet. Never too difficult for Peter or the Rubber Skinhead to cum watching their own handicraft! For Peter the empathy with the struggling lad locked deep inside his rubber prison was sincere. He had fined tuned the devices himself,with help from engineer friends. But he loved to see guys struggle in bondage,imagining every ounce of the sensations Jan was undergoing. Pretty soon there was a long hard jet of cum in Peter's bed,followed by another and another. The Rubber Skinhead had no empathy,but he did like seeing people suffer. And knowing Jan was just a few metres away in desperate straits,quickly brought his cum squirting into the teat at the end of his condom built into the light transparent latex bodysuit he liked to wear in bed with his boots.

Peter got up and clattered his way to the kitchen,the studs on his boots sparking on the stone floor.The Rubber Skinhead also emerged from his room,spunk swilling obscenely around the end of his distended dick inside the condom.They met in the hall.

"Work today,I'll be back this evening around 8. I'll bring some food in. Your tasks for today: First,I want you to get Jan out of the chair,cleaned up and into the cell to sleep. He should pose no problems for you,the lad must be completely exhausted. If he does resist you know what to do. I'd prefer gas rather than bruises,understood?"

A reference to Jan's black eye the previous night. The Rubber Skinhead smiled. He liked it when they resisted best of all but he also knew that Jan would be no trouble this time. The cuff round his face last time settled the issue. The lad was now well aware who was in control.

"You get him some food and drink and lock him in the cell - He'll probably just want to sleep. Tell him I will talk with him in the evening." The Rubber Skinhead nodded assent.

" The second Task is to clean up the Gas Masturbation Chair and the suits and piping. Then I want inmate 1 out of the pit, unsuited then immediately suited again in his own gear then into the Gas Masturbation Chair. How you do it is up to you,but I doubt he will be much of a problem for you either. The slightest resistance,you know what to do. You know how much he loves a good booting and he may make a fuss in the hope of this. If so,you may....'indulge yourself'! But no marks to the face,understood?"

I want him out of the apartment by seven and everything cleaned up by the time I get back. And I want you out the way when I get back to talk to Jan,OK?

Inmate 1 was a short but muscular middle-aged Arab businessman,resident in the city. Peter had met him online and had been taken with several things. First,he was actually quite shy and intensely masochistic. Secondly he had a lot of rubber gear and was easily able to afford any gear item he fancied. Thirdly the man was inventive and imaginative with engineering qualifications and experience. The Rubber Skinhead also enjoyed a slightly racist frisson with the guy,having little else but prejudiced contempt for him. But the Rubber Skinhead had contempt for most people other than Peter,so that was nothing abnormal. The Rubber Skinhead was unthinkingly pretty racist in any case, born of little more than reading war comics as a child with unpleasant depictions of anyone foreign - impressions further imprinted by white power gangs in youth detention camps at 16,then gangs he'd joined later .


Peter slipped on a rubber mac over his rubbers and chose a favourite pair of red toecapped industrial wellies. Then he clomped out the front door into the heavy rain. He walked to the Municipal Sewerage depot,looking at the roster to see what he was down for that day. As usual when it rained heavily the secondary rainwater road sewers got blocked with all the rubbish that went down the road draingrilles,so it would be a hard slog all day with rake and spade shifting the stuff. In the changing area he put on the Municipal PVC overalls over his old pissy wetsuit and changed into his work waders. Mik and Tomas were out by the van waiting to take him to the assignment.

"We start off at Blocker 3 and then go over down to the sump intersection" said Mik,his sewer buddy. A hard day ahead,but Peter didn't mind. He enjoyed the work,every day was different,and he liked being with his mates,joshing and joking. They were a dirty bunch of fuckers, always going on about some tart they had screwed. Peter's interests were kinda understood and they were cool about it,but never asked too much what he got up to. But they knew of the city centre leather bar he drank in well enough so could make their own conclusions,and Peter's rubber gear under his work overalls was accepted with great bemusement.

Meanwhile The Rubber Skinhead was removing a somewhat desperate and incoherent Jan from the Gas Masturbation Chair,unscrewing metal bands and releasing leather buckles. Jan only knew something was happening when everything stopped. He'd cum about 30 minutes before and the cycled programme was in the middle of an enema. As Jan was released from his bonds he began to struggle as a result of the huge pressure of water inside him which was very uncomfortable indeed and was not being voided as the release valves were shut. The Rubber Skinhead,now dressed himself in a loose PVC overall over his transparent rubber undersuit and steel capped wellies,lifted Jan off the dildo

Jan's asshole seemed to explode,spraying enema fluid everywhere through the anal port of his suits. Quite clean water,as it happened,as the moaning bondage boi had been through over a dozen cycles since the previous night. The Rubber Skinhead was glad to be in his overalls even so, as a lot of the anal torrent had erupted in his direction. But there was no smell or mess. It was just water,after all.

Jan offered no resistance as he was laid on the floor mumbling amd moaning quietly. The mitts were removed first. Jans wet crumpled fingers stretched gingerly after release from the bondage board. The suit was unzipped at the back,a huge gush of water and sweat burst out as the heavy zip was lowered. Finally he was naked on the floor shivering,pale and shaken,like a newborn baby. The Rubber Skinhead knew what to do now as he had done so many times before for Peter. The boy now had other needs that had to be tended to. As much as he wanted to humiliate and demean this mass of whimpering flesh on the floor,he knew what now had to be done. Still,his dick twitched under the rubber at the thought of his heavy industrial wellies making contact with the cute shaven headed lad on the floor. Indeed,as Jan opened his eyes and looked up,seeing the boots and the rubber industrial geared skinhead standing over him,he flinched and curled up into a ball,fearing attack.

Instead the rubber skinhead knelt down and cradled Jan in his strong arms. With effort,he picked him up and carried him out of the tack room,along the corridor to a bathroom where a huge ancient metal bathtub filled with hot water awaited. Lowering him slowly and carefully into the water,the Rubber Skinhead showed a most unusual tenderness toward Jan and poured a little green bathfoam into the water,swirling it around with his rubber glove. He then proceded to gently wash Jan all over in the foamy water. Jan was wasted. He had never felt so tired in his life,and was asleep within minutes of being dried by a large white towel and carried to his bed in the small 'prison cell' halfway down the stairs. The Rubber Skinhead locked the door,checking through the eyehole that all was OK and then went to shower and thence to his own room to sleep for a while. The rubber prisoner in pit 1 was visible on the monitor in his bedroom,with the sound full on. If there was any problem he would hear it, waken and attend to the guy. As he fell asleep he looked forward to his private afternoon session with the Arab businessman. He hoped the guy would fight back a little more this time.


Part 2: Conversations

Peter got back at 8 that night after stopping off at his favourite bar,still in gear,for a chat with some mates and a beer after a long hard day. He stopped off to get some burgers,salad and fries to take back home.There was beer in the fridge. Unusually the apartment was deadly quiet,but he knew that The Rubber Skinhead was probably in his room and Jan was in the cell,as had been arranged,maybe still sleeping after his overnight treatment. Peter walked down the steps at the end of the hall and peered through the keyhole. Actually Jan was awake,sitting on the bed with a sheet wrapped round him.There were no clothes in the cell. Hearing the click of the lock,he turned to look at the door. Peter entered.

"You been awake for long,kiddo? How are you?"

"Fine. Just been awake for an hour or so,sir!"

"Don't call me 'sir',Jan. I'm not your master. This is not a roleplay scene. My name's Peter. You must be hungry. I got some food for you and we need to talk. Come on through to the kitchen area."

Shyly,the sheet still wrapped round his naked torso,Jan followed the tall rubber sewerman out of the cell. He could smell the warm rubber and the earthy smell of Peter and the muck he had spent the day clearing in the sumps. Peter was wearing his normal gear,having removed his municipal PVC oversuit at the bar. Old smelly waders. Old shiny wetsuit. Bulging codpiece. Shoulder length gloves hanging from his thick rubber belt. Jan admired every inch of the shiny image of real genuine filthy rubberman as it walked in front of him,up the stairs and into the kitchen/breakfast bar area. He was transfixed by Peter,just as he had been three days earlier when he first saw him in the bar.

The food was hot and tasty. Jan wolfed it down and had a bottle of chocolate milk,then another. He didn't feel like beer. Peter popped a can of Heineken open and ate alongside him. "Want some tiramisu?"said Peter." Some in the fridge if Jed hasn't had it."

"Jed?" asked Jan.

"The Rubber Skinhead. He lives here too. He's my rubberslave in a sense, but also a mate,well,maybe more than that. I kind of look after him. He's not a lover or anything like that,but I watch out for him I guess." Peter smiled as he thought about the Rubber Skinhead - Not really a kind of guy who could fall in love anyway. Just too damaged. But not beyond saving. " He kind of works for me too,looks after the place" Peter continued "It's a mutual benefit thing..he's useful to have around and he often helps me with play sessions"

"Ah" Jan felt nervous. He wanted to tell Peter so much about how great the last three days had been,how he had changed,how he wanted to be with him. Already he had quite a crush on Peter as young guys often do with stronger older men.

"Jan,what do you want from me?"

Jan heard himself saying "Could I be your slave?" and then instantly regretting it with embarassment. His face went red.

"Just listen for a minute,kiddo. This is not what I am about. As I said before, I am not a master and you are not my slave or my property.I am a top,for sure and you are pretty heaviliy into having stuff done to you,but you have a lot of energy and spirit and,well,I like that . This is a kind of play,yet is also deadly serious. I know by your reactions what you have been thinking and I know you have been getting very in to what I have been doing to you. Yes,I admire your strength and your courage. But I also will admit to wanting to demean and humiliate you,and some of what I have been doing has been motivated by this."

Peter took a sip of his beer,finishing the can. He continued.

"Now,the Rubber Skinhead is not the same kind of person as me. He is a very damaged young guy and hurts inside. He 's gone through some nasty shit in his life so far and it's pretty much twisted him up. For him,sex has always been about violence and intimidation,from when he was a child. Nasty stuff is what turns his crank. I keep him under control in much the same way that I might keep a guard dog from biting someone. I let him have his pleasure up to a point as a reward. With me,he knows the rules and consequences for disobedience. Perhaps this is the first time in his life he has had proper structure and he is changing into something stronger and more decent. I respect him,and the effort he has made to reform. In turn he respects the effort I have made with him. If he could love anyone,I guess it would be me"

Peter fetched himself another can of Heineken.

"So,I ask again,Jan. What do you want from me?"

Jan looked at Peter hard. " I dunno. Stuff here has happened so fast. I was never expecting such an intense scene. I'm confused about what has happened to me. I thank you for what you have done for me, I feel like a kind of Pandora's box has been opened. I do want more rubber bondage. I do really want more. I want your attention and your devotion and control of me. I want to learn from you and explore my interests through you"

"Lots of wants,then" said Peter. Silence.

" I got wants too, kiddo" said Peter. "I want to do stuff to you,I want to see you brought down to the depths,I want to see how low you will go. I want to see your devotion to me and I want to see you make an effort to please me. But what it means is that you have to trust me. You have to understand that you are safe with me and the stuff I do to you will not result in anything unpleasant happening to you,other than the kind of passing discomforts you felt in the masturbation chair. It's kind of play but it's kind of real. In a sense you are in complete control of scenes. You just have to say 'Stop'. But that would have consequences,as you well understand. But there's a lot of stuff I want to show you and involve you with "

"What kind of stuff?" Said Jan with genuine curiousity.

"Not telling. Would spoil it for you. Some surprises. Some stuff I haven't fully thought up yet. Things I want to explore. Ideas. Fantasies. But with you as the centrepiece. But foremost what I want is for you to do exactly as you are told when you are with me and The Rubber Skinhead. And with others maybe."

Peter paused and drank deeply from the can

"As for the Rubber Skinhead,you must understand especially he is very literal and follows instructions to the letter,and will not brook disobediance from others when instructed,just as I have taught him. He follows orders unthinkingly from me as if he were a soldier. He is useful but he can be dangerous which is why he needs to be kept on a very short leash. Jan,I want you to learn to follow orders too. No master/slave roleplay stuff. Real orders. I want your obedience,no messing about,no arguments,no moods,no games and I want your respect. If you got a problem you tell me about it and I will listen and explain my point of view,and maybe sort it out. But I am in control here. Got it?"

"Yes"

"Good. Now,I got to work this week ,so you are going back to the uni flats until Friday night where I want you to come to the same bar as when we met. I want you in full multilayered heavy latex rubber. I have a heavy industrial PVC oversuit for you I will give you later but I got some old heavy industrial studded waders as a gift,in your size here and now for you to take. I want you with waders and gloves and a transparent silicone latex mask. Head to toe in new rubber. Shiny,polished and sexy. Peter handed Jan a card. Go to the rubber shop at this address tomorrow morning at 10. They are expecting you.They will make you up what you need. Don't worry about the cost. It's sorted."

Jan nodded,speechless.

"Now,one other thing before you go" smiled Peter. "Kneel down in front of me and take that fucking sheet off your shoulders" A naked shaven headed Jan did as he was bidden.. He knelt silently on the cold tiled floor,staring straight at the rubberman in the stool above him ,his dick getting stiff as a result. Peter pulled on his shoulder length gloves,clipping them to the shoulder buckles. He reached up each arm in turn as his fingers entered tightly the furthest reaches of the giant black rubber tubes. The studs of Peter's waders scraped on the tile floor as he stood up from the stool and positioned his bulging rubber codpiece closer in front of Jan. "Lick it...."

Jan ran his tongue around the neoprene foam codpiece,made of the same material as the old wetsuit that the sewerman was wearing. It stank of piss,sweat ,sewers and rubber. Jan worshipped it with his tongue feeling the thick rod underneath stretch out and harden. Jan tried to get his tongue round the edge of the codpiece and into the pouch,feeling steel popperstuds with his tongue. Suddenly piss squirted out of the pouch. Jan knew what to do. He sucked the gamey piss as it flowed out of the codpiece and swallowed it gulping it down as he had been taught over the previous few days whilst in heavy bondage. But then, he had no choice,now he did. And he chose to suck it out of the bulging pouch as it erupted forth. Drops ran down the wetsuit legs into Peter's waders,but Jan made every effort to lick then up as the flow ran down. Still.there was so much piss,it was impossible to staunch the flow and Peter waders began to slowly fill up with the green liquid. Peter knew how to control his piss so he could continue the flow for minutes at a time,stopping and starting.

Satisfied the lad had serviced draining his piss orally with great care and attention,Peter decided it was time to let him have his dick to worship. He got his fingers around the codpiece and pulled it off,the popperstuds giving a loud set of clicks. Peter's impressive uncircumcised dick with a PA ring shining from under the foreskin stood erect above Jan. A thick chromed cockring framed his gentalia and shaven balls kept taught by a 2 inch thick steel segmented ball collar. Additionally a dozen heavy piercing rings in his shaven scrotum rattled about as Peter shifted position. Jan moved his head as if to lick the hard stiff dick towering over him. But he was pushed back by two heavy rubber gloved hands, holding his head at each side. He was forced to look hard at the dick he would come,in time,to adore like no other. Then there was a sudden spray of piss from the erect dick right into Jan's face. And again,hard as it was for Peter to piss through his hard-on, he wanted the boy to firmly appreciate who was boss here. And there was an element of demeaning the pretty lad too. Some guys are just too perfect. This is what they need.

Then Peter released his grip and Jan started servicing the rubberman's balls and dick. A labour of love,truly. Licking every square millimeter of Peter's rampant masculinity again and again. As he did so,his hands started stroking the old heavy filthy waders. Waders that he had worshipped close up through his eyeslits,masked and bound in the wet pit a few nights before. Jan had not cum since the masturbation chair and was very hot again,shaking with sexual need as he licked lovingly inside Peter' loose foreskin. Peter moved back and rested his rubbered bum on the metal stool again as Jan lapped and licked up and down his straining shaft. It wouldn't be long,Peter knew. He'd had a hard on half the day watching straight hunk Mik in gear shovelling black mud in front of him deep down in the drained sump.

Again Peter reached for Jan's shaven head with his heavy industrial gloved arms. "Suck it" was all he had to say and Jan was joyfully pumping and drooling up and down Peter's stiff organ. Deep throating him and choking with pleasure as the stiff dick worked it's way deeper and deeper down his throat,thrust after thrust as he pushed his crotch up off the barstool. Peter's studded waders touched Jan's dick and started to rub it with the industrial protection rubber cleats on the toe and heels and around the sole. Jan moaned with pleasure. Then Peter pushed his foot up and started stroking the Jan's erection with the steel studs on the sole.

Jan could not control himself and started spunking all over the waders,gasping and groaning as he did so. Peter looked down at the white spurts over the black dirty rubber of the boots and started cumming himself. Grasping Jan's sweaty shiny head hard he forced his dick as deep as Jan could take it. Then a rictus pause and a yell...And squirt after squirt of thick white goo poured down Jan's throat. Jan swallowed it eagerly,trying not to choke on all the cum. Peter withdrew a little and continued spunking in Jan's mouth,encouraged by the lad's sucking and caressing tongue. Then slowed down and stopped,both men heavily panting.

Peter looked up and at the kitchen area doorway was the Rubber Skinhead in his favourite tight thin rubberskinhead outfit and favourite rubber MAI jacket. His 30 hole whitelaced black Rangers shone as a result of hours of devoted polishing. He was unmasked and leaning on the doorframe smiling with his dick expanding down the right leg of the blue 'bleachers look' thin latex jeans. He had been silently watching and appreciating the scene in front of him for a little while, but neither Peter or Jan had noticed him. He looked at Peter as if asking him something,then Peter nodded. He walked over,pulling his long thin partly rubbered dick out of his rubber jeans,masturbating it as he walked over to Jan. With a firm grip still on the lad's head,Peter kept his dick in Jan's mouth,still oozing cum as Jan licked around inside his foreskin. The Rubber Skinhead moved over to wank within inches of Jan's face. Jan looked up at him,still suckling on Peter's dick. The skinhead's foreskin was pulled back and forth faster and faster. Precum dripped out. Suddenly there was a huge spray of cum. No sound from the Rubber Skinhead. He just stood still,legs akimbo,shaking out the spurts directly onto Jan's face. Insisting no cum be wasted he carefully directed each spray to a different part of the lad's head,with Peter's smiling approval. There was no groan,no heavy breathing. When he had finished he shook his dick for one last time over Jan's head,drips also landing on Peter's industrial rubbergloves,then replaced it in his jeans and walked out of the room not saying anything. The front door shut. He was off to the Monday rubberskinhead night at The Bar.

Jan showered,dressed,thanked Peter and left. He walked back to his room at the Uni,carrying his prized 'new' waders in a bag. He walked along wet streets across the darkening city,his mind filled with images and imaginings. It was sticky and warm. Rumbles of thunder and flashes of sheet lightning warned of more rain to come.