Many Happy Returns

Author: eckie
Title: Many Happy Returns
Date: 16 April 2003

By Joe Murf

It's still a wonder to me that I finally got "out" and started sharing this love of rubber with other guys. What had always seemed to me to be a really private and unique turn on was being enjoyed by so many others. I was always amazed at the variety and intensity that I discovered. That is, after I started talking about it!!

Just like me, guys had closets and boxes of rubber gear they had collected over months and sometimes years of looking for another way to get into rubber and enjoy the feel and the smell and the taste of it. Visiting some of those guys had been an education in itself. Just to be able to talk about the same things, even when we liked different ways to get to it was a great experience. To sit down over coffee or lunch and shoot the bull, then share some of the special thrills that had brought us together was wonderful. But to visit with them and see the gear they had collected while I unpacked some of my own really got me going.

I had made a couple of really good rubber friends along the way. We visited as often as possible and played. Neither of them was more of a top or bottom than I was but we enjoyed the play as we made it up. They knew I was into full gear with heavy rubber and gasmasks, while one of them was in love with just latex as long as it was black and shiny. The other enjoyed a mix of whatever was going on and we all shared some great times experimenting with one another. I loved the idea of being forced into a scene, they worked at it. We often tried to duplicate our fantasies, and had a good time working at it, but sometimes went home thinking about the perfect scene and planning our next play.

Well, both of them were good guys and knew that my birthday was coming up soon. They decided to look around for a special present for me. One of them had some friends in the bar scene in the city and did some investigation. I didn't know about all this until they called me last week and told me that there was a new rubberman they had met with a great playroom. Was I interested in meeting them at his place?

I hedged a bit, sort of curious but maybe not so interested. Maybe I just didn't want to branch out with a stranger. Maybe I was getting tired of the same old thing, who knows? I debated it with them but they finally convinced me to meet them and gave me the address. They even said I didn't have to pack up any gear. This guy had plenty and we should have a good time.

That night I parked near the city block where the address was and found that the door was down a flight of steps below a brownstone. Only a dim light was on and it looked like I was the first one to arrive. So much for being on time! I checked the address on the paper I carried and knocked on the door. As I did, I saw a note with my name on it tacked in front of my nose. I read it and discovered that my friends were going to be late. Our new friend just invited me to come in and wait, the door was open!

I tried the handle and found the door was open. It swung in to a dark hall and I stepped inside closing the door behind me. I called out the name on the note but no one answered. I stepped into a room beyond but found only another door leading to the rear. The room had a sofa and a lamp next to it but not much else. The door was ajar and it was dark past this room. I called out again and this time I was surprised to hear a stranger's voice: "Hello," it called from behind the door, "Come on in the back. Your friends should be here soon. Let's get to know one another."

I wondered about this setup but figured the voice sounded friendly enough. What the hell! I had decided to leave old ways behind and learn new things. Why question this arrangement? I walked over to the door and stepped into what I thought was this guy's playroom. I was beginning to look forward to seeing what kind of gear and toys he had.

I held the door open to spread the light from behind me but not much made it past the door. I could see the outlines of the room but it appeared empty. I didn't see the guy who had called to me and was about to call out again.

As I let go of the door, it was slammed shut behind me and all the light disappeared. I suddenly felt the presence of someone next to me, probably behind the door. I started to turn and found myself gripped by the arms from behind. I felt my wrists pulled together behind my back and heard the click of cuffs holding them there. I started to yell but a hand was clamped over my mouth so tightly that I couldn't. I fought against what was happening and I could feel the adrenalin pumping. Suddenly, my knees were bumped from behind and I went down to the floor. It was all so fast that I hardly knew what was happening.

Lying on my side I felt something being fastened around my ankles. I realized that I was being cuffed there too. Then I felt my ankles being fastened to my wrists and realized that I was hogtied on the floor. Suddenly a light in the ceiling went on and I blinked with the change. Standing over me were two figures, the ones who had wrestled me down and cuffed me. They were breathing heavily from the brief effort and I was too.

Even with the panic running through my head, I stared up at the two figures standing over me. They were in rubber from head to foot. Jeans, boots, jackets and heavy hoods. Part of me was fascinated; part of me was ready to yell. Their crotches were covered with heavy rubber cod pieces and I admired their baskets even in my panic. As I opened my mouth, the taller one reached down and grabbed me by the hair. The pain stopped my protest and I yelped out loud.

"No comments allowed," he growled and forced me to my knees. I could hardly balance with my wrists and ankles connected, but the other guy gripped my shoulders and held me upright. From behind me I saw a pecker gag approaching my face. I struggled but my nose was pinched shut and the gag was forced into my open mouth. Roughly fastened behind my head, it left me with the ability to breath through my nose and not much to argue with. They didn't hesitate long but continued with a heavy rubber hood and pulled it down over my head. I could feel them working tubes up my nose so I could breath and they waited until I started sucking air greedily through them.

The tubes must have been the only openings because I couldn't see a thing. All I felt was the pressure of the rubber around my head and the tubes up my nose. They let me fall to my side and let me lie there for a bit. Then I felt a hand at my crotch gripping me and jumped as far as the bondage would let me. "Guess he's ready to roll," I heard one of them laugh, "still conscious and kicking." I felt my head held tight by a pair of knees and the tubes at my nose being worked on by a pair of hands. "Breath deep, buddy boy," I heard a voice tell me, "You might as well enjoy our trip." I could smell amyl through the tubes and resisted at first. But the smell was so enjoyable that I started to suck in the vapors. In no time I was on cloud nine.

I barely felt them pull me up and half-carry me some distance. I did know I was in a vehicle and we were moving but almost didn't care. I woke up when we stopped and I was picked up again and carried by these hunks. All I wanted was to see them in their rubber gear and touch them and feel good.

The effects of the poppers were wearing off when they finally set me down on a floor. I didn't know where I was or what was happening. I still felt so good that I wasn't worrying yet. That didn't last long. I felt hands pulling up at the rubber hood over my face. The tubes were pulled out of my nose and the sweat I had poured out allowed the hood to come off quickly. The light in the room was so bright that I could hardly adjust to it and was blinking and squinting around. My bodyguards were still at my sides and I was straddled by their legs in heavy rubber. I finally started to wake up and worry about what the hell was going on when another voice claimed my attention.

"Well, what do we have here," I heard a deep voice call, "looks like something left over from another party?" I turned my head and saw a third guy in the room. He looked down at me and I could swear he was grinning at my predicament. I couldn't see his face because it was covered in yet a different rubber hood from my companions. His was a creation with a face and features made in rubber with formed ports for the eyes and nose and mouth. Beyond this he was fully clad in a rubber suit that stretched from neck to toe. Unlike the usual cat suit of latex this appeared to be really heavy gauge rubber yet form fitting to his body. It held to his frame tightly, yet I could see the folds of the rubber. At his crotch there was a heavy cod piece, swollen with his equipment, snapped to the rubber. I was staring at it and wondering what it was like to be inside it when he spoke again.

"Been sweating here for a while waiting for you to arrive," he leaned down and growled at me, "This gear is too hot just to stand around in." He squatted in front of me and I admired the rubber basket just inches from my face. I was still dazed and didn't understand that was happening but the excitement was pumping my blood with visions of these rubber men and their proximity to me. I almost forgot the confusion with the scene around me.

"Like what you see?" the mystery man asked me. I started to shake my head and mumble through my rubber gag but he just laughed. "Not your thing, you say?" he continued, "maybe we grabbed the wrong guy?" He reached down and began to unsnap the cod piece at his crotch. I watched in fascination as he revealed a heavy rubber sheath beneath. It held his cock and balls like a second skin and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I had never seen a rubber outfit like this and it was too much to believe. I imagined what it felt to be held so closely in rubber like he was, to be in his place.

He played with his cock almost touching my face and I could see that he was getting hard in front of me. "Still works," he growled, "nothing like sweaty rubber to make you hard. Does it make you hard too?" He reached over to my crotch and I realized that I was getting an erection in my jeans just watching him. I pulled away from his touch and he let go.

He straightened up and I remembered the other two guys next to me. "Let's see if our visitor enjoys rubber like we do. I think he's about my size and this gear is too hot for me tonight. Maybe he'll want to sweat a bit in it. Strip him down and get him ready."

My kidnappers began to release my bonds as I saw his rubber figure recede. I realized that he was starting to work himself out of his gear. I also realized that he wanted me in it! He intended me to be suited up in that gear! I started to struggle against their strong arms working at me. He turned and pulled the hood from his head and I saw his face. He was smiling and came over to me again.

"Happy Birthday, visitor," he squatted down and patted my face. "We want you to relax and enjoy things so let's get started." With the help of one of the other guys he removed the gag from my mouth. Before I even started to protest, he forced the hood over my head. With the sweat from his recent occupation, it slid down easily and clamped itself tightly on my face and head. I could smell the perspiration and his scent and the realization that he had been wearing it a few moments before started my blood racing. I struggled briefly and then began to stretch and feel my skin inside the hood enjoying the smell and feel of the rubber and wet and relishing the knowledge that he had been sweating in it a short time before.

"Good boy," he said, "that's more like it. Get to know your rubber. There's a lot more to try and tonight's young yet." I saw him hold up a brown bottle as he clamped his hand over the mouth opening of my hood. Sucking air through my nose I could see him hold the bottle close to my face. Once again I was drifting off into a wonderful world of comfort and pleasure and hardly felt my clothes being stripped off. I stared up at his figure looming above me and wanted to touch his legs and crotch and to feel his muscles under the rubber that covered them. I wanted his rubber hand to touch me too.

"That's better," I heard him say to my guards. "I'll strip down while you get him ready. I think he's gonna enjoy this."

This time the hit from the poppers didn't last as long. I felt the hands of the two guys working at the buckle on my jeans and suddenly didn't want to be part of this anymore. I started to swear and fight against their hands, even though my hands and feet were still restrained.

Through the heavy rubber mask covering my head I could see the leader who had taken charge of this. He had started to work at pulling off the rubber suit he was wearing but paused when I started to resist the actions of my captors. He turned his attention to us struggling behind him.

"Our boy doesn't want to cooperate," I heard him say to the rubber figure trying to unzip my jeans. The guy grunted in assent and tried again but I twisted and turned and tried to make his work difficult. I began to yell and swear again through the rubber mask they had laced me into, making sure they heard me.

"Let's make it easier," the leader said, "let's convince him he's under control, and get on to what we're here for." I watched as he went to the wall off to the side and realized that it was covered with smaller rubber and leather gear, like a well stocked playroom. He reached up and pulled down a Russian style gas mask and returned to where we all were tangled. He squatted down and looked into my face.

"This should fit fine over your rubber head," he growled at me, "maybe you need some discipline and some training." I watched as he stretched the rubber hood in his hands. I had a mask just like it at home, but this one was black. I had always enjoyed the feeling of pulling it over my face, but it was a menace in his hands. I pulled back, but felt hands against my head holding it steady as he worked the gasmask down over my hood.

Rubber squeaked and squealed against rubber as he tugged it down tight on me. I suddenly felt the familiar constriction of air and heard my rapid breathing through the ports. I realized that it was as tight a fit over my hood as it was without; I was sucking my only air through the port at the front. The sound was hypnotic and I found myself listening to myself breath.

"That's better, boy," I could hear the head rubberman tell me, "do you know what control means?" I just stared at him through the eye ports of the gasmask and tried to glare my decision to stop what was going on.

"Get on with it," I heard him say, and felt hands at my crotch working at the zipper of my jeans. I began to fight against them but suddenly found I couldn't get air. I saw that he had slapped his hand over the small intake port of my mask and was holding his hand tightly there. I fought even harder and felt the mask pull against my face with the effort to breathe in so hard. I dropped all effort to fight and concentrated on air alone. Suddenly I could breathe again and realized that he had removed his hand.

When I had caught my breath and was breathing deeply, my tormenter held my head in both his hands and stared into my eyes. "Now you're learning what control is, aren't you?" he said to me. "Not much fun having someone else decide when you take a breath, is it?"

I shook my head and he smiled. "Then let's make sure you remember it." He went over to the side and returned with a plastic piece which he screwed into the port of my mask. I could feel the sudden reduction of air and had to suck harder to get my lungs full. He put just one rubber finger over the tip and I suddenly was airless again. No matter how I fought, just his finger stopped me from breathing. I sank on the floor and prayed that he'd lift his finger. When he did, I just lay there panting and exhausted.

"I think our boy is ready to cooperate now," he told the others. "You know what to do if there's a problem. He's a quick learner."

He moved out of my sight and my two buddies returned and started to release my legs. When they stood me up on my shaky limbs I was tempted to start to kick out at the one in front of me. When he reached toward the crotch of my jeans I realized that they were still proceeding to strip my clothes off. I started to kick at the one, but saw a hand come from behind me and a rubber gloved finger press against the port I breathed through. I sucked against my mask and felt just a little air come through. I had to concentrate to get any air at all. I stopped fighting and just wanted to breathe.

That rubber hand stayed pressed against the gasmask. I could feel my boots being pulled off my feet and my socks, but didn't resist. I just wanted to keep sucking what little air was provided. Even when I was wrestled sideways I didn't stop them from getting me up on some sort of a bench and holding me down against it. I felt my jeans pulled down and off and then my jockeys followed them. I felt cooler air on my skin.

The rubber hand never left its position in front on my face and I knew I would stop getting air whenever it pressed against that small opening. I found myself living with that small space around me and watched the hand. It became the most important thing to me and paid no attention to what was happening.

I felt my legs secured to the contraption I was laid on. I didn't care as long as I could pull air into my lungs. I felt my hands being uncuffed and then my arms strapped down. I didn't care. I wanted to breathe.

The hand moved away and I felt free again. There was nothing to stop me from getting all the air I needed. I twisted my head and looked around me. The hood and the gasmask restricted what I could take in, but I saw that the room was well lit and larger than I had thought. I looked down and saw I was strapped to a narrow table. I still had my T on but I could see my legs and my crotch exposed. I realized that my cock was pretty hard and was amazed at that.

My rubber bodyguards had moved off to the side and I could see that they were just standing there and waiting. I yelled: "What the fuck is going on? What's happening?"

I didn't have to wait long for an answer. At the foot of the table appeared the leader of the group. He was still rubbered up to his neck in that suit and I could see now that there was a hood attached but he had removed it and it fell behind his head. He placed his hands on my legs and I stiffened at his touch. I couldn't move much and he gripped my legs tighter. Then he moved around the end of the table and ran his hand up my leg. I could feel it approach my crotch and I strained against the straps that held me. He paused and I saw him grin. "How's our boy doing?" I heard him call to me. "Looks like this isn't all bad from this angle." I felt his hand at my balls and didn't want it there...and did...and didn't...and did. He gently squeezed me and worked his hand onto my cock and I gasped with the pleasure it gave me. Even in the situation I was in my cock stiffened and responded to his grip. I wanted it to stay.

It didn't. He moved up to my face and leaned down towards me. "Oh, no, not yet boy." he told me. "Rubber night is moving along and there's much to discover." I said nothing because it appeared that he knew me and wanted to communicate. I almost felt that he was to be trusted and shook my head at thinking that way.

"Isn't today your birthday?" RubberBoss asked me. I was stunned to realize that he knew this. "Maybe you forgot." I couldn't understand his familiarity. "But we're gonna see you get to try out some new things."

He straightened up and gestured to one of the others. I saw that he needed help with the zipper across his back and had RubberGuard do it. Then he worked the upper portion of the heavy rubber over his head and stopped, staring down at me. I lay there sucking air and admiring his heavy shoulders and chest, feeling my cock stiffen. Just the look of him partially clad in his rubber suit was turning me on, in spite of myself. He smiled and informed me: "Get ready to rubber up, my friend, ever had full gear line this on before?" I shook my head.

"Then you're getting into some right now," and he grinned again, "as a matter of fact, you're getting into my gear, we'll help you." I was both scared and excited at the thought of being encased in the rubber that had excited me. I didn't want this to continue with these guys in control of whatever was going on. I felt excited at the thought of his body in all that rubber. What was it like? What did it feel like? How did that rubber at his crotch feel? What in hell was I thinking like this? These guys were crazy! I was crazy!

I started to shout and protest that I wanted to get out of there. I threatened and pleaded, I can't remember what I said. I ran out of breath and out of words but they just stood there and waited for me to stop. RubberBoss finally answered me: "One would think you weren't happy, boy." I could see him smiling as he spoke. "But all this yelling is gonna waste your energy and I think you'll need all you have." He gestured to the Rubber Guards: "Get him out of that gasmask and hood, use the silencer and we'll get on with it."

I felt the gasmask being pulled off my face and felt free air through the rubber hood I had been wearing. Then one of the RubberGuards loosened the laces behind my head and worked the other hood free. I shook my head tossing sweat all over and worked my jaw muscles, happy to be out of that confinement. I began to demand to know what was happening and was ignored by all three. I knew one of the RubberGuards was behind me because I suddenly felt his hands under my head. I turned and saw his compadre walking back to the table. In his hands he had a contraption of rubber straps and buckles and I saw that it was a head harness of some sort.

Struggling this time didn't accomplish much. All I could do was twisting my head and swear at the treatment I was receiving. I saw the tangle of straps being forced around my head and felt my nose pinched shut. When I instinctively opened my mouth, a heavy gag was forced in and both of the Rubberbuddies were busy securing a heavy strap holding it in place. I could feel the rest of the straps circling my head and being buckled with force. When they were done I was left with a mouth full of rubber and could hardly move my tongue. My jaws were open and I had to breathe through my nose.

The pressure was greater than the hood had felt, but at least I could see all around me. They left me there and joined RubberBoss who was at the foot of the table. They helped him pull down the shoulders of his rubber suit and waited while he worked off the rest down over his hips. He paused as he reached inside the suit and started to release his cock and balls. "Ready to rubber up, boy?" he called to me, and I knew what he wanted. I just stared at his body as it emerged and saw that he was tight and firm, no fat. I admired his form and wished that I looked that good. I realized that I was hard again just watching him strip down and wanted to fight the feeling.

As he stepped out of the rubber gear, he reached up and ran his hand inside my thigh. I shook with the touch and wanted to deny what was happening to my cock. Hard to do when it was at full mast and longed to be held! He laughed and pointed up at my chest: "Cut that T shirt off our boy. Let's get moving."

My shirt was cut on both sides and pulled off me. Then I felt the straps holding me down being released and I was pulled off the table. One of my arms was held behind my back and just enough force was applied to remind me I was not on my own! I breathed heavily through my nose and bit down on the rubber gag in my mouth.

RubberBoss and the other guy stood in front of me. RubberBoss held his suit up and held it against my bare chest and legs. I watched his crotch and saw his cock swing against his leg. I felt the rubber suit cool against me and when it hit my hard-on I twitched. The smell of the suit hit me and I pictured his body filling it and I got harder in spite of myself. This was what I had always dreamed of and part of me was pushing on while part of me struggled.

He helped the RubberGuards to sit me on the table. One of them held my arms twisted behind my back and my legs hung down. RubberBoss gripped my right leg and began to work it into the leg of his suit. At the first show of resistance on my part my nose was pinched shut and I couldn't breath. I stopped fighting and they proceeded.

Both my legs were worked down into the feet of the rubber suit. I felt the wetness of Rubber Boss’s last sweat lubricating their insertion. When they pulled that rubber skin up my thighs I was hitting maximum turn on! Then they slid me off the table and I stood there with all that rubber around my hips. RubberBoss reached inside the suit, down to my crotch and I felt his hand on my cock. I heaved with the pleasure it gave me, gasping, and he grinned into my face. "Now this takes a little practice, boy," he muttered, "just let me do it."

I felt my cock sliding into the rubber sheath in the crotch of the suit and then my balls caught in the rubber sack beneath it. It was so tight I gasped with the great feeling I got. I pushed against his hands and became even more excited. "Whoa, boy," he continued, "don't get too far ahead of us." But he continued to smile. "Glad I lubed this before you arrived!"

Without resisting, my arms continued into the sweaty rubber. My hands slid into slick rubber gloves attached to the sleeves. The three of them were more than a match and I felt so hot in this gear that I almost forgot to worry about what was happening. When I felt the rubber harness being worked off my head I hardly noticed. I was relishing the rubber skin up against my own and the smell of his sweat from his confinement. The rubber pressed all along my body and I imagined every inch of skin covered. It felt so good that I wanted more.

Again working my jaw I almost began to question these three. RubberBoss simply put his finger across his lips and I didn't! I wanted them to continue, I wanted to stay where I was. I wanted to know that Rubber Boss’s body had just been where mine was right now. I didn't want this to stop.

RubberBoss seemed to note my change in mood. "Getting comfortable, boy?" he asked me. I almost started to nod and stopped. "Don't fight it," he continued, "you're getting rubbered up and feeling good. I can see that right from here."

He cupped my rubber cock and balls and I almost jumped off the floor with the feeling it gave me. "See," he continued, "no argument there." I relaxed and he ran his hands up my torso and chest. I could feel his fingers through the rubber skin and shook with pleasure. He pushed my head down and pulled the shoulders and the hood of the suit over me. Two of them had to stretch the top of the suit until it suddenly slipped down into place. My face was held by the rubber hood attached to the suit and I felt it tight over my head and neck. One of my RubberGuards pulled the zipper shut at my shoulders and I was shut up tight in that used rubber skin.

Hardly feeling their actions, I was pulled back down on the padded table and they ran those heavy rubber straps across my body, holding me prone. I felt my face outlined in the opening of the rubber hood and enjoyed the tight feeling. RubberBoss leaned over my face and I could smell his warm breath. I opened my mouth and wanted to feel his against it. I was going wild! As he leaned there, I could feel my cock and balls being ringed securely at my crotch in their sheath. I strained to feel the hand at my crotch just to get more feeling and pleasure. Then RubberBoss held up a codpiece in front of my eyes. "This goes with the gear," he said, "sort of extra dressing, but keeps you thinking." He pressed it close against my mouth and nose and I sucked in the strong smell of rubber, getting wilder and crazier thoughts.

He handed it off and I felt my cock forced down and the snaps on the codpiece confine my swollen equipment. I groaned, but he just patted my cheek and told me: "We'll get back to that later, boy, gotta get you comfortable first. We're not anywhere near done." I didn't care what happened next. I was so crazy at feeling my skin filling the rubber he had been wearing that my imagination went wild. I had always wanted to be where I was right now: forced into another hot guy's sweaty rubber gear and no choices offered; at the mercy of some rubbermen and enjoying every minute!

For a while I was left alone on the padded table. The straps that the RubberGuards (as I had come to think of them!) had secured still remained tight across my legs and chest. A strong light had been turned on over the table and the rest of the room was pretty dark. I could hear movement and some quiet talk, but couldn't see what was going on.

In my new rubber gear I could feel the heat build up and I knew I was adding my sweat to the suit's recent occupant. I knew I was still ramrod stiff in my rubber cock and ball sheath even though they had clamped me down under that codpiece. It was almost painful to have my equipment in bondage like that but it felt really good and I knew I'd be hard for a while.

For the third time, I only worried that these guys were some sort of fruitcakes, but realized that they hadn't hurt me through all this. They had been careful not to, other than stopping me from breathing a few times! I was past the point of fighting to get free. It didn't seem to accomplish much and I was beginning to realize that I was here until they let me go. Plus, I had never been in rubber gear like this and it was one of my biggest turn ons. What a situation! Wanting to get some stimulation at my crotch, I began twisting myself under the straps. I wanted to feel my cock and tried to work my rubber gloved hand up from my side. I had almost succeeded in touching the mound of my cod piece and was almost drooling at the thought of my fingers at my cock. What I wouldn't do to be able to jerk off right there!

"Not yours to decide, boy," a voice cut into my dreams. RubberBoss moved into the light near the table and I could see he wasn't smiling. He had donned a latex muscle T and shorts and his body was accentuated by the black rubber. He began to pull on a pair of heavy rubber gloves and I watched in fascination at the sight of him.

There must have been almost six straps holding me down. He gestured behind him and the RubberGuards stepped up on either side of the table. They loosened the strap over my belly and my hands were almost mine again, but not for long. They forced heavy rubber bondage mitts over my gloved hands and then cinched them at my wrists. Then they fastened snap rings to the ring bolts at the ends.

RubberBoss fastened a wide rubber collar around my neck and roughly buckled it so tight I was starting to swallow in reaction. Then he pulled my hands up and locked them to the front of my new collar. I found I was able to twist my hands and forearms but they were going to stay in the position he had given them.

"Couldn't leave you alone too long, could I?" RubberBoss growled at me. "Just want to get your hand on your meat, don't you? Can't leave it alone for a minute, can you?" I started to answer his words, feeling strangely embarrassed at being 'caught' playing with myself. He clapped his rubber gloved hand over my mouth and leaned down close to my face. I found myself sucking in the smell of the glove and forcing my tongue out to taste its slick rubber surface as well.

"Can't control yourself, can you?" he muttered. I protested but he grinned as he directed one of the RubberGuards: "Unsnap that and let's see." I felt the codpiece being removed and knew my cock was standing straight up. I felt a hand grip my shaft and move up and down and I went absolutely bananas!! I could feel my prick slide so easy in the wetness of that rubber shaft and I started gasping and pushing up with my hips for more friction. I could have come in a minute right then.

"Knew it," RubberBoss said, "a little rubber gear and this boy wants it all, wants it now. Well, he ain't gonna get it his way." He told my hand jobber to quit and to put back the codpiece. This time he had some difficulty getting me back into it and I groaned with disappointment, discomfort and frustration. I realized that I had gotten my tongue through two of the rubber fingers at my mouth and was sucking hard at the glove.

"We'll just have to find a way to keep you occupied," RubberBoss told me. "Not gonna leave you by yourself again." I felt my ankles being pulled together and strained to look down. A RubberGuard was strapping heavy leather cuffs around them and finished by connecting them with a short bar. Then RubberBoss and the other RubberGuard removed the remaining straps and sat me up on the table. In a few quick moves they had re-shackled my hands in those bondage mitts to my ankles and I was left hunched forward. My crotch was pinched hard by the folds of the rubber suit I was in and I didn't feel so good anymore.

All three of them moved me off the table and laid me on my side on a mat on the floor. I was hardly able to move my position. Now I was beginning to worry again.

RubberBoss appeared at my side holding what appeared to be a large rubber and metal ring in both hands. "I think you have to have something else to think about besides your cock," he said with his grin returning. "Has our boy ever done any diving?" I shook my head wondering what the hell he was leading up to with this. "Well, maybe he ought to start out on dry land first," he continued, lifting the ring over my head.

He worked the ring down past my face until it was seated around my neck. I could see that there was a heavy rubber flange inside that gripped my neck securely. The metal ring surrounded my head at about my chin and I saw a clamp on one side. I sort of recognized this thing but couldn't connect it with anything.

That is, I didn't until one of the RubberGuards handed RubberBoss a black diving helmet. In his hands it looked huge and I saw that it had a metal ring that matched the one I was wearing. He connected a set of wires and a hose to the side of the helmet and twisted a valve. I heard the rush of compressed air in the hollow shell of the helmet. He held it in front of my face.

"I guess you've never been in one of these before," he asked, "not if you're not a diver." I stared at the inside of the helmet and saw that the faceplate and fittings showed signs of much use. Now, scuba gear is another big part of my fantasies, but I had never been this close to seeing gear like this, much less in front of my nose!. I realized that RubberBoss intended me to be in this helmet, but I didn't think I wanted to try.

"Please," I asked, "I don't know what you guys want. I just want to get out of here." I watched as RubberBoss turned the helmet from side to side as if he was considering my words. His face was thoughtful, but finally he made a decision. I saw that.

"Nope," he said with finality, "you, boy, are gonna try out some quiet time." He raised the helmet out of my line of sight and it descended over my head. I started yelling in protest but found my voice echoing inside this new confinement. I could feel hands working the helmet down tight and then heard the snap closed. I was inside.

If I twisted my head I banged it on every side. Through the faceplate I could see them finishing the locking mechanism. Then the hiss of air as the valve was opened. Then the change in pressure as I exhaled and the air expelled. Even louder and more insistent than in a gasmask. Even more confining when I realized that the air was coming from a bottle somewhere. I was more confined that I had ever been.

Through my rapid thoughts came a tinny voice into my helmet and I realized that there was a small earphone inside. Rubber Boss’s voice was clear even over the roar of compressed air. "Not so bad, is it, boy?" I heard him say. I shouted denial, but he just laughed and continued: "I bet he's not so unhappy." I felt a hand at my crotch and knew I was being explored. From the rush of pleasure that flooded me I knew I was again erect and that my cock was being pumped for me. Even the rhythm of my breathing changed as I sought release.

"Thought so," that metallic voice went on, "boy's as hard as a rock. But we need to take a break and he need some time to think." My cock was released but I didn’t feel the codpiece being replaced. Suddenly hands appeared at the faceplate of the helmet and strips of wide tape began to cover my vision. In a minute I couldn't see a thing. I was in darkness and felt alone. Only the strong sound of the compressed air and my breathing existed. Nothing else.

Nothing but RubberBoss's amplified voice at my ear: "Want you to relax for a while, boy," it echoed in my helmet. "Want you to remember who's in control of things." I almost laughed at the thought that I was in control at all. He continued: "Before we let you settle down, one of the guys reminded me that we weren't quite finished yet." I wondered which one and what did he mean by that? I found out.

"I know this dive gear is new to your head," RubberBoss told me, "don't know if this is new to you too." I felt someone kneel down on my fetters, keeping me on my side. Then I felt a hand at my butt, fumbling at something. "These convenience zippers are great," I heard RubberBoss laugh, "just what we need for our boy's education."

In the built up heat and sweat I was experiencing in all the rubber gear, it was a surprise to feel cool air on my ass as a zipper was pulled open. I began to struggle at this strange naked feeling but the weight remained on my hands and I stayed on my side, hunched down with my bareass available. I felt a hand reach between my cheeks and rest against my hole. It tightened instinctively and I pulled away.

"You're not going anywhere," that voice came again into my helmet, "and I have something that gonna feel real good." I felt a finger probe my asshole, in and out, further each stroke until I was starting to heave with the sensations I was getting. "That's better, boy," RubberBoss continued, "nothing like a little extra stimulation to help you get comfortable. But I have something that's even better for you." His finger came out of my hole and I started to come down off my high, but that didn't last long.

I felt a cold sensation down there and knew I wasn't done. "Now take a deep breath, boy," he called, "this isn't my finger." I gasped as I felt an object enter my rectum. It was hard and unyielding, not at all like the finger it replaced. I groaned as it was forced slowly into me, being twisted and pushed until I thought I'd yell out loud. I think I must have, because suddenly it moved into me completely and I felt my ass hole clamp down. "OK, boy," RubberBoss calmed me down, "it's done. How does it feel?"

Any move I made forced the dildo up my ass to shift and prod my guts even more. It was one of the most incredible feelings I've ever had. It must have been resting against my prostate because I felt my cock pump up harder than ever. All I wanted to do was grab myself and get off. But I couldn't do anything in the bondage I was in but squeeze my thighs together in an effort to feel myself.

I felt the guy holding me down release me. Then my hands were unfastened from my ankles and I felt them spread out and attached to points above my head. They had to roll me onto my back and I felt the dildo deep inside me explore my guts with every move. My feet were spread apart and locked down too. I lay there on my back unable to see anything. The rubber suit pressed against my skin and I wished I could see how I looked. It would have been even more exciting to see myself in this gear and to know it was me inside. Within my helmeted world, the air continued to hiss in and I heard little more than this regular sound. Outside, my new companions weren't content to leave me alone.

RubberBoss's words woke me up from my thoughts: "Don't start to relax, boy," his voice came from the small earphone, "want you concentrating while you're in my gear." I felt my torso being lifted up and something was placed under my butt. It forced my head and feet down while my hips were elevated. The butt plug was even more active this way as I strained against the added pressure. I knew my cock was reacting automatically to the stimulation and must have been as hard as it had ever gotten. Why I didn't just cream then and there I don't know.

RubberBoss was way ahead of me, and I felt some activity at my crotch. "Let's just use this rubber tubing on you to slow you down some," I heard him say, "keep you where we want you. Don't want you calling the shots." I groaned as I felt even greater pressure at the base of my cock and balls as he must have began tying off my equipment. The pain and discomfort mounted as he ran the tubing up, separating my balls from my cock and even from each other. I began to yell when he reached my cock, but he finished by tying it off tightly as well.

All I could feel was my cock and balls swollen and painful. It was like they had been cut off from the rest of my body and were just sitting there on my crotch. Now I was afraid that I would cum and the pain would have been too much to consider. I tried to ease my position and make my pain lessen, but couldn't. Anything I did just pushed the butt plug in more and got me more excited. I was hanging between heaven and hell and couldn't figure out where I wanted to be!

"Better," I heard RubberBoss laugh, "how's that." I tried to protest that I couldn't feel anything anymore, but he answered that by a sharp slap to my equipment. I jumped at the touch and yelled loudly. "Plenty of feeling in that rubber," he answered me, "just wanted you to wait for me to get back from a break. Still thinking?"

I tried to nod but realized he couldn't see my face. "Yes, sir," I found myself answering loudly, and was surprised to realize that I was accepting this man's torture of me, that I was responding to him and communicating as if this was all normal! Here I was pegged down in heavy rubber gear, with my head in a diving helmet sucking air through a hose, with a prod rammed up my ass, with my cock and balls strapped up and turning blue, lying in pools of sweat I could feel down to my finger and toes, ...and I was turned on like I had never been before!! "Yes. SIR," I shouted to make sure he had heard me.

"Good boy," he told me, and I actually felt better that he approved!

Time stopped being very important for me. I no longer knew whether I had been in control of these guys for an hour or for several hours. Now that I could no longer see or hear anything but the hiss of air into my helmet, I lost track of time. Every once in a while I would sense someone near to my body or hear some vague noise but I couldn't be sure where those three Rubbermen were.

I had stopped working at the restraints that held my wrists and ankles to the floor of my torture chamber. Too much effort only worked the prod in my asshole into more exploration around my prostate. Then I was reminded of the wrapping RubberBoss had applied to my equipment so tightly. I wondered if there was enough circulation to my privates. Could I get damaged if they stayed on too long? What about my air? Would it last, if they forgot too long about me? Was the sound changing? Was I having to suck in harder? Where were these guys?

Finally I started to yell out, more to hear my voice than anything else. But I was getting mad too. What gave these guys the right to handle me like this? I wanted out and wanted out now!

A click in the earphone inside the helmet made me stop yelling. I lay still and strained to hear something. The now familiar voice of RubberBoss came to me: "Quiet, boy," he barked, "I hardly got a chance to rest, and you've just been relaxing." I started to protest, but he cut in: "Almost thought you had learned some self-control, but I guess not." I heard him turn aside to the RubberGuards and comment loudly: "Check on our boy, make sure he's not losing steam."

Almost immediately, I felt a hand on my thigh, high up near my rubbered and uncomfortable crotch. I could feel it squeeze me and was so thankful for just the touch of a hand that I moaned in pleasure. Then it moved to my balls and gave them a squeeze too, then gently up and down my cock. I rolled my hips in delight at the sensation and knew my hard-on was pumping away.

"Enough," I heard from RubberBoss, and the hand left my cock. I settled back disappointed, wanting more. "We should leave him where he is, but that tank is running low. Wonder how long he can live on love?"

I realized that the air to my helmet wasn't running in under strong pressure any more. It was slowing down and I started to panic. Then I concentrated on breathing slowly, but that didn't work. The air wasn't pumping in any more! I sucked in greedily and felt the rubber around my neck pull against me in my effort to breath. But the air was gone!

Only a little air pulled in around the collar and it took all my strength to get it into the helmet. I couldn't last long. What were these guys doing? Just watching me suffocate? I pictured RubberBoss watching my struggle and I managed to croak out one word: "Please..."

Immediately I felt hands unlocking the ring that clamped me into my helmet. I wanted them to move faster but it took a few precious seconds and I had no air left to use. In the darkness of the helmet I sweated and waited and hoped.

With a rush of light and air the helmet was pulled off my head. I had to close my eyes but my mouth was open and gasping in the air all around me. It felt so good to be able to breathe that I found myself mumbling "Thank you, thank you."

When I finally opened my eyes slowly, the space in front of my vision was filled with a strange sight. RubberBoss had added an executioner's hood to his outfit and the upper portion of his head was covered with this mask. I could clearly see his eyes as they looked into mine. I repeated my thanks to him and he nodded. "Best to know who's in control," he said quietly, "things go easier that way." I nodded assent and accepted his words. I was not in control and he was. There was no choice for me but to listen and follow instructions.

The RubberGuards were releasing my ankles and wrists but I didn't move. I was exhausted with the ordeal I had just gone through. I didn't want to move at all. But I wasn't the one in charge; I had given up control to RubberBoss. He directed them to help me to my feet and I stood there wobbling. I could feel the sweat slide down my body into the legs of my rubber suit and wondered if I had any left in me.

A plastic water bottle with a straw was held up to my face. "Drink," ordered RubberBoss and I did. I must have sucked down about a quart of water in the next few minutes and began to feel normal again. Well, as normal as I could, with two rubber clad bodyguards on either side of me. About as normal as I could in all the gear I had on and in me! But I began to relax and look around me. Much of the room was in heavy shadows because there was only the light over our heads. I could see the mat that I had been lying on and the ringbolts in the floor that held me. The helmet I had worn was picked up by RubberBoss and he moved it off to the side of the room and I saw a scuba tank and the hoses it connected to.

I found myself watching RubberBoss. I had come to link my fate with what he said and did in that room and he knew it. This was the control he had mentioned. I was following what he set down and had begun to actually trust the man. Strange feeling this was, but I wanted him to tell me what to do. I couldn't figure it out.

A light went on over to my left and I turned to see what was there. What was there was a weird contraption made of wood. It had two legs like an "A" without the crossbar, which joined about two feet off the floor. These continued into a vertical board that rose and ended in a "T" at the top. RubberBoss returned to where we were standing.

"Had enough lying down, boy?" he asked me, and reached for my crotch. I started to pull back but the RubberGuards gripped my arms and held me in place. I gasped as he started to release the rubber tubing tied on my cock and balls. It hurt even more to feel them loosen than it did when he first tied me into them!

I couldn't help swearing at the pain that flooded my cock and balls. I wanted to kick at him and get even with him. RubberBoss just smiled and gripped my jaw in one hand. "Our boy is just never satisfied, is he?" he told me. "What's gonna make him happy?"

His other hand started to work my almost numb cock. It was deflated and defeated after all this and I knew it wasn't about to make a comeback. But RubberBoss placed his gloved hand over my mouth and continued to smile into my eyes. The heavy smell of his black rubber gloves filled my nose and I wanted to taste that smell as well. I found myself licking at his hand and wanting more of him. I also realized that I was getting hard again in his hand. Part of me couldn't believe what was happening; part of me accepted it as the most natural thing in the world.

"Good boy," he praised me, "almost ready for you. But first, I want you over here." He walked back toward the wooden contraption and beckoned to us. The RubberGuards walked me over to where he was. When I saw that the "T" contained three spaces, I realized that it was a set of stocks and began to fight my way away. I could see a large space in the middle of the upright and I knew what it was meant for. I didn't want any part of it. RubberBoss raised the top half and waited.

Resisting just meant it took longer for them to get me behind the stocks. Once I was there, my wrists and neck were forced onto padded rests, then the upper bar was dropped into place and I was held firmly. They quickly strapped my ankles out on the lower framework and I was held in place. My head was bent over and I could see my rubbered cock forced through the opening of the upright.

I felt a strap around my butt and saw that it was being hooked to eye bolts along the upright. When it was cinched tight, my cock and balls were out in front, through the opening, and my pelvis was pinned against the board. RubberBoss walked up and pushed my head up so he could see my eyes. I glared at him and started cursing him out. I called him every name I could think. I was so mad I could have tried to take him on and make him feel the pain I had felt.

He appeared to take very little offense at my outburst. But he did react to my yelling and swearing. He produced a rubber pecker gag and forced it into my mouth! Strapping it behind my head, he stepped back and answered me.

"Wanted you to enjoy the last bit of the evening," he informed me, "but it looks as though we'll just have to keep you quiet so we can finish things." He directed one of the RubberGuards over to my side and I saw that he had that Russian gasmask in his hands. With my neck caught in the stocks, I could offer no resistance and in a minute it was forced down on my head again. I shook my head but knew it was there to stay until removed. Once again I was listening to myself suck air in and out of the gasmask.

Through the eye ports I saw RubberBoss reach for my genitals. I tried to pull back but I was so strapped into this rig that I couldn't move an inch. He caressed my limp cock and even though I really wanted to stop all this, my cock responded. The rubber smell and confinement and the hot and sweaty gear I was in worked its magic, even though I didn't want to continue. I began to feel my cock swell as he worked it and soon it was fully visible as I stared down at myself.

One of the RubberGuards handed something to him and I saw that it was a parachute harness. Now my balls are really sensitive and I had never wanted to use toys like this, so I babbled and tried to say "No" through my gag. He knew what I wanted, but proceeded to snap the harness around my ball sac. The pressure felt good but I knew it wasn't over. He kept stroking me as he arranged the chains that hung down. I moaned as I saw that he had a short bungee cord and was hooking it onto the harness. When he stretched the bungee downwards I pressed my crotch against the hole, trying to relieve the pull. It didn't work. I could feel my balls stretch away from me and pain flooded my balls.

I watched as he selected one of the hooks on the upright and hooked the other end of the bungee to it. I was pressed so hard against the upright that I thought I'd push right through it! But I stayed as hard as I'd ever been. My rubber cock seemed to get larger and larger in front of my eyes and the sensation was unbelievable. I could feel the sweat pour down my back and belly and wanted to be able to hump the board I was pressed against.

"That's more like it," I heard RubberBoss approve, "thought our boy had lost his momentum. Maybe he's ready to cum?" I nodded and groaned and pleaded for his hand. I wanted to feel his hand at my cock and know he saw this. I was exhausted and tired but my cock was waiting for release that I couldn't give it. I wanted to cry out with frustration.

"Just one more detail," he said. Leaning close to my head I watched as he attached a heavy rubber hose to the front of my gasmask. I could feel the pressure of my air change as he did. I watched in fascination as he took the other end and crammed it into the pouch of his rubber jock. In a few breaths I could smell him: warm, wet, man smell coming right from his balls. I pictured the hose resting against his equipment and sucked harder and harder to enjoy the ripe pleasure of his body. I wanted this man!

My pleasure increased when he took hold of my swollen cock again. "Do you feel the power that rubber gives you, boy?" he asked me. I could only nod my head and watch his hand stroke my rod easily and with such familiarity. "Do you understand now what it means to give up control, even for a little while?" he asked me. I only knew that I had never been so ready to cum, so willing to do anything to get that feeling. I nodded and moaned my agreement.

"Then maybe you deserve a treat on your birthday," he said, "something you really want." I hardly took note of his words as he began to play with my cock, alternating fast and slow, squeezing and letting go. He forced the hose deeper into his crotch and played with himself and I could see he was aroused along with me. The man scent filling my mask was driving me wild as I ground against the glory hole. When I felt it coming, I stiffened against the board and yelled through my gag. I pumped and pumped and pumped watching my jism fill the rubber sheath at the head of my cock. It seemed to go on forever and I wished it could.

I was left weakly spasming up against the board. I was breathing so hard that the mask was squeezing against my face as I sucked in air. I drooped, quivering in the stocks and had no energy left. But it was the best cum I had ever experienced and I knew it wouldn't be repeated very soon.

RubberBoss patted me on the head and removed my gasmask carefully. Lifting my head he asked me: "Was it worth it, boy?" I could only look into his eyes and with sweat running down my face, nodded my answer. "Then maybe we can take that gag out, so you can have some cake," he continued to chuckle as he spoke.

I must have really looked stunned as he unbuckled the gag because he started to laugh. "Come on in, fellas, he's ready for some nourishment." Then, I couldn't believe my eyes as my two best buddies walked in carrying a birthday cake with candles lit. When they held it up in front of me, I had to shake the sweat out of my eyes to read the message on the cake.

It said: "We didn't know what to get you, so..." And ended with "Happy Birthday!"