Rubber Loving Part I

Author: kinkyaussieboi
Title: Rubber Loving
Date: 06 September 2009

Note : While you may wish this was real, the following story (and its sequels) is entirely fictional.


“Ah shit!” I frantically searched my bottom draw for some paper towel to clean up the coffee I’d just spilled all over my desk. “Don’t fucking creep up on me like that!”

James stood in front of my cubicle with an apology written all over his freckled face. “I’m so sorry Caleb, I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help…”

Before he could move I put my hand out. “No. Don’t bother. You’ve done enough for one day. Just give me the paper towels next to you. Thanks.”

James was the office courier and at 23 I had decided he really should have moved on from this job by now, what with him graduating from technical school last winter. As he adjusted his glasses I noticed the box now resting on the decaffeinated side of my rather cheaply made desk.

“That for me?” I questioned, throwing the sopping paper into the bin, pissed that I’d have to return to the kitchenette to make a new cup. James just looked at me dumbly, before snapping out of whatever daydream he was rolling in.

“Oh yeah, sure. It came for you ten minutes ago. I brought it up straight away.”

“Thank you.” I looked at him as he passed the box into my hands. One second, two seconds passed. My eyes narrowed. “You can go now.”

James apologized and fled my cubicle, almost knocking the side wall down. He was cute and all, but incredibly annoying. I looked at the sender tag on the box. It was from Jeremy. Clearly not the flowers I was expecting after our early morning verbal shootout, I opened the box only to fold the cardboard flaps back down hurriedly.

I quickly took the box to the men’s room at the end of the office. Locking myself behind the ghastly baby spew green cubicle door (Mark should be shot for this colour scheme. But I guess you can’t blame a straight man for trying?) I reopened the box to reveal a small assortment of rubber and bondage gear. The rubber permeated my nose and I instantly became hard. Damnit, I thought. The bastard thinks he can win me over with new gear.

I noticed a small blue envelope tucked to one of the inside flaps. I opened it to find a letter, more specifically an apology from Jeremy, who claimed he regretted his bitchiness and felt terrible for the things he’d said at breakfast. I put the letter down and sighed, a warm, tingling feeling surrounding me. I was such a sucker for Jeremy’s apologies. I touched the cute puppy paw sign-off and smiled. He really knew how to win me back.

Forgive me as I divert quickly from the central narrative for a moment. In case you were unaware (as apparently Mark, my boss, is) Jeremy is my partner. We are also gay (yet this hasn’t stopped Mark trying to set me up with his niece). Specifically, we are two rubber-loving guys who just celebrated our 5th anniversary. Well, celebrate is a strong word really. Jeremy forgot the anniversary last night, hence the argument over breakfast.

You wouldn’t think I was the bottom of this relationship if you saw the way Jeremy whined and bitched at home (again, Mark seems to think Jeremy is my housemate, who incidentally shares the same bed in our one bedroom flat). But it is true, I am the bottom and he is the top; or, in kink terms, the submissive and the Dom. I love him dearly and over the past five years we have had many amazing adventures, holidays and the regular amount of gay drama. Only once have I contemplated leaving Jeremy. But here is not the place for that story.

Back in the cubicle, which smelled a lot like the local burger joint across the road (must be Dan living up to his diet again), I peered into the box of kinky pleasures, feeling my way through the rubber garment and a few odds and ends that clattered and jingled. I put the box on the tiled floor and pulled out a shiny thick black catsuit with a rear zip running the base of the spine to the neck. Underneath this amazing piece of gear (my hard on now raging at the sight) was a plastic container boasting a medium black butt plug and what appeared to be a tiny stick of lube. I put the container back into the box to pick up a chain collar with a small padlock attached to one end. The chain and lock were positioned next to a cb6000 which was unmistakable due to its little white box with the title ‘cb6000’. I opened up the little box to find a yellow post-it note in Jeremy’s handwriting stating simply ‘Try me on’.

Just as I went to fondle the cb6000 my mobile rang. Startled I pulled out my mobile and noticed Jeremy was calling.

“Hi Caleb, I guess by now you received my present?”

I explained to Jeremy that I had indeed received the box and was staring at all the amazing things inside. He apologised again for this morning and I dismissed it, my focus being on the expensive gift my partner had gotten me.

“So, what do you say babe? Up for a night of fun?” Jeremy’s voice was full of hope, his eagerness mixed with trepidation at the prospect I’d shut him down still.

I smiled to myself. “I admit, this is one horny gift you’ve given me. What have you got in mind?”

“No, no spoiling the surprise. If you agree, I’ll come straight away and help fit everything.”

I looked down at my watch. It was just after 10am. That would mean I’d have to wear everything throughout the day. I paused. My dick was rock hard and I figured why the hell not. Jeremy owes me for forgetting our anniversary and I feel like getting some tonight. Besides, the office is air-conditioned and I occasionally wear rubber briefs under my work clothes anyway.

“Sure,” I said. “When can you be here by?”

Just then the bathroom door opened. I heard footsteps approaching my cubicle.

“How about right now babe?” I heard Jeremy’s voice echo slightly outside the door.

Somewhat startled, but incredibly aroused by the current situation, I slipped the disconnected mobile into my pocket and opened the door to see my partner’s massive white smile and chiselled jaw. Jeremy flashed his baby blue eyes and insisted everything was safe as he had locked the main door after putting an out of order sign at the bathroom entrance.

He informed me that he didn’t have a lot of time before he had to get going. Some kind of business meeting or something, he’d said. I was told to strip out of my work clothes while he organised the gear. Jeremy made sure to apologise again as he fiddled with the box.

First he fitted me with the cb6000. I had to use every ounce of inner strength and some pretty unsexy thoughts to soften up enough to slip my cock inside. Once that was fitted, Jeremy lubed up the plug and asked me to insert it. It was about the size I normally took, so there were no issues. He then unzipped the catsuit and instructed me to get into it. I noticed that it was prelubed and so it wasn’t long before I was standing inside my work bathroom decked out in a hot, tight and thick rubber catsuit bought by my awesome partner. Not wasting any time, Jeremy zipped me up and began looping the chain around my neck. With a quick snap, the padlock ensured I was now collared. Jeremy then ordered me to put my work clothes back on and told me to meet him at home no later than 6pm.

As quickly as he entered, Jeremy was soon gone. Straightening my tie, I now looked at myself in the mirror and touched up my spiked blonde hair. Nobody would ever know what I concealed beneath my professional exterior. I flashed myself a quick smile and returned to my cubicle, excited about what surprises lay ahead for our makeup evening.