Rubber Meets the Road 1

Author: bootbttm
Title: Rubber Meets the Road I
Date: 21 April 2006

Written by ty dehner

That FedEx guy was pretty damn cute. They always look good in their deep purple uniforms. If he knew what might be in the box that i just signed for, he might just be staying instead of driving off.

In my hands was the box that Tony said would arrive today. Actually it arrived at the time he said. i took it to the computer room and cut off the brown wrap. There, taped to the top of the box was a note:

"Inside you will find directions as to what to do to prepare for our meeting in two hours. Also, the gear that i want you to be is in closed. Follow the directions as written, do not screw up or be late, or we will not meet this time. Before you open this box, strip naked!"

i felt foolish, but i did as the note said, taking off my sweats and socks. As i dug through the draw, naked, i found a box knife and cut through the tape. As i opened the flaps, i smelt it, rubber. Inside was the black shinny cloth that always felt so good against naked skin. On top of it was a bunch of 3x5 cards, rubberbanded together. i lifted them up and read the first one:

"Do not lift this card until you have completed the instructions on this card. Do the same for all the cards. See you soon!"

The card instructed me to take the lube that was in the box and work a generous amount in my asshole. i did so, it was cold as it went in, but warmed quickly. Next card and it told me to reach into box and remove the top item. This was a rubber chastity belt, on the back strap was a butt plug with what looked like silver strips on the sides. i had a feeling it might be electric, but there were no wires that i could see so far. The card instructed me to put on the chastity belt. i inserted the plug after pulling the belt up my legs. My cock went through a hole, rather well, considering how much it was growing. There were straps that were attached to the cod piece that i secured my cock upward to. This belt was like a pair of rubber shorts, and i zipped up the front flap. The card concluded by telling me to find the locks in the bottom of the box and locking the shorts on. i found them and put the seven locks in place. Then i realized that i was locked in this thing.

Time to look at the next card. It told me to take the rubber suit in the box and put it on, lube it well and slide in. Dumping the lube in, i made sure the inside of the suit was well coated. Then i started in, pulling up my legs, across my secured cock and ass, over my waist, sliding my arms in, then up and over my shoulders. The zipper went from my crotch to my neck and i was now in a great rubber suit.

The next card told me to find the jeans that were in the box and put them on, followed by the heavy flannel shirt, socks and 20 hole Doc Martins. i put them all on.

The next card told me to remove the final two items in the box, a chain collar and lock, plus a leather bikers jacket. By the time i had the jacket on, i was beginning to sweat. This was July in Seattle and it was pretty warm.

i went on to the next card:

"Now you’re ready for us to meet. This part of the instructions must be followed completely. You are to leave your apartment at the top of the hour. Bring with you only enough money to take a ride on the ferry to Bremerton. You will need to be at the dock to catch the ferry at 3.40p. You will walk from your apartment to the ferry, bring no other money or identification. Get on the ferry, contact will be made with you at some point. When contact is made, open the envelope in your pocket. Be ready for fun!"

That was the last card. i felt around for the envelope, i found something in the jacket pocket. i looked at the clock it was three minutes to the top of the hour, 3 o’clock. i lived on Capitol Hill and the walk down to the waterfront will take me a good 30 minutes at a good pace. As i tried to find the $3.70 to ride the ferry i realized i needed to piss. But i locked myself in the belt and didn’t have the keys. Tony was pretty good! He’s got me to where i had to meet him now.

i took only my apartment key, zipping it in one of the pockets on the leather coat after locking the door. i headed out to the ferry dock. Here was one day i wish Seattle was having it’s trademark rain, but the sun was out in full force. As i walked briskly, i wondered if anyone could tell that i was in full rubber under this heavy clothes and boots. Walking down the hill and across Broadway, i remember how Tony and i met three months ago. i was at the Cuff, in my leather chaps, jeans and logger boots. In he walked in a full rubber suit, i know my mouth dropped. He looked great, and he was pretty bold since few rubber guys go out in public here in Seattle. As he got his beer and headed towards the back of the bar, i followed. Eventually i had to talk to him. i had always wanted to meet a rubber guy, having wanted to own some myself. i had purchased a pair of rubber shorts and hood about a year before, but that was the extent of my rubber collection. i said hello, he greeted back. And before we knew it we were talking about many things, including the kinky rubber things that Tony did and the one’s i dreamed of. i learned he was a long-haul trucker from Kansas City, but travels across the west mostly. He was in Seattle for the night and thought a night at the Cuff would be a good way to relax. He drank really light and was very sane in his discussions. Oh, he was as kinky as i was, but he knew where fantasy started and reality ended. As the night got late, he told me that we had to meet when he was back in Seattle. i told him that would be great. He left that night, me thinking i wouldn’t hear from again.

But we had exchanged phone number and email address. That next night, he called me from Boise. As the weeks went on, we keep in communication. Sharing our thoughts with each other. Then a week ago he told me that he was returning to Seattle, staying the night and heading out the next day. He wanted to meet. The timing was good since i was starting my vacation the day before he arrived. i knew it would be one night, but getting to play in a big rig was always one of my dreams.

Thinking back on how we met, was getting me excited. i could feel my cock stretching the rubber restraint it was in Of course, walking quickly down Pike was not helping that plug in my ass. Those that walked by met must have wondered why the sweat was running down my forehead. i saw the clock at 4th and Pike, i had twenty minutes to catch the ferry. i was making good time.

i made it to the cashier’s booth at Coleman Dock three minutes before the departure time. i paid and walked on the ferry. Now i was sort of screwed. It was a good hour before getting to Bremerton, and if Tony wasn’t there i would have a long walk back up the hill to my place since i had no money. As i sat on the upper deck, the boat pulled out of the dock. i sat in the shade and enjoyed the wind and the ferry picked up speed. i was sweating like a pig as my body slowed down from that work. A part of me wanted to open that envelope. But the other part was stronger. All the things we talked about, i had no clue as to what Tony had in mind.

At times i was self conscious about what i was wearing, wondering if people could tell i was encased in rubber. i couldn’t tell if i was really sweating inside, since the lube kept me moist. Time passed, no contact. We arrived at Bremerton, i watch the cars get off, then the others get on. There was a big rig that got on the ferry, perhaps it was Tony. i had never seen his truck so i didn’t know. i went back to the front of the boat as it left Bremerton. And waited. There was no contact, i went and walked over the main deck, as well as to the car deck, even checking out the truck. Nothing. And i really had to take a piss also. He had played a good trick on me alright. i was starting to get a little pissed. Literally. So i went to the bathrooms, sat in a stall and let it flow into the rubber. i could feel it pool around my ass. As i stood, it ran down my legs and into the boots. i was a sweaty, piss mess now.

Eventually, we pulled into Seattle again. It had been well over two hours on the boat, i headed back to the Hill. As i did, got a huge jolt in my ass. Not sure what people around me thought as i yelped. Then i got another one, this time i tried to keep in my surprise. Then it dawned on me, the plug was remote controlled. Tony must be around. i looked from the bridge over Alaska Way, nothing. Then i remember the envelope. This was the contact. i reached in the pocket and ripped open the envelope:

"Boy, your ass is your compass. Start walking, if you head the wrong direction you will be shocked more, if you head in the right direction, you will be shocked less. Keep you head about you boy."

i put the card back in the pocket and headed across the bridge. i received shock after shock. i stopped turned around and headed back across the bridge and down the stairs onto the street. Walking to the north, i was shocked as i passed a cross walk. i crossed the street, then more shocks as i headed the wrong direction. Over and over, back and forth i went. i was getting shocked, then not shocked. i was in pain, a sweaty piss mess and now getting confused as i walked the waterfront of Seattle looking for Tony. Walking around the city streets, i went around complete blocks. Then finally, there was a big black Kenworth. It had to be his, for the stripes on it where those of the leather flag. As i approached there were no shocks. i went to the drivers side and out stepped Tony in snug Wranglers, boots, t-shirt. He smiled, giving me a hug, "Glad you could make it boy!"

After climbing up in his cab, he gave me the tour. It was beautiful and more spacious than i could imagine. We talked about my trial, he enjoyed it all. He had purposely walked me around the city with that butt plug just for fun. Before i knew it, he had ordered me to my knees to lick his boots. i did so without hesitation. The leather tasted great. His hand stroked my head. He told me we were going to have a great time tonight. i worked my way up to his denim covered cock and he allowed me to chew on it for a while.

We were enjoying each other for a while, touching, feeling, glad to finally be together. He lead me back to his sleeper cab. He ordered the clothes and boots off, telling me not to spill the piss out of the boots. i was now in my rubber only. He came behind me and pulled on a full rubber hood with only a mouth hole. The hood was wet as he pulled it on me, he told me it was lubed with the piss from my boots. After that he installed a piss type gag that keeps the mouth open. He helped me onto the bed, putting my legs in rubber, and as i slipped in, i realized i was going into a rubber sleep sack. He zipped it up to around my hooded neck. Then he started to secure it more with rubber straps. i couldn’t move. The plug shocked my ass. i tried to struggle, but couldn’t escape. As he shocked my ass, my mouth began to fill with liquid. He was pissing in me. i had to swallow fast. When he was done, he stopped the shocking. He talked into my ear, "Boy, i need to pick up the load. So you’ll be good and relax. Believe me you’re gonna have a great time! Now listen to some music and i’ll see you later." With that music filled my ears, there were headphone in the hood. i could feel a vibration, then i realized i was in a rubber cocoon in the back of big rig, heading to the freight yard!

i was jolted awake, as the big rig crashed into something. Then i realized, we must be in the freight yard, and Tony was picking up the trailer. i had fallen asleep, being in the rubber cocoon that i was in. When i get into bondage, i get so relaxed.

Oh sure, i was sweating like a pig and had to piss something awful, but i was enjoying this bondage. Tony was certainly showing me the rubber lover that i am! i wonder how he is feeling, knowing that he has me in the back of his cab, totally encased in rubber. His helpless rubber slave, wearing a full rubber suit, rubber hood, in a rubber sleep sack. Just as i wondered, that damn shocking butt plug was activated again! i know he must have heard the noise that shot from the piss gag in my mouth. He was adding juice to the voltage and the shocks were getting intense. As the shocks occurred, my crotch seemed to arch off the bed. It was almost painful, cause my full kidneys wanted to release. Shock after shock, finally i could hold back no more and i let the piss flow. He must have positioned my dick towards my chest, for i felt the warmth of the piss flowing over my stomach and chest, then running down my sides. It puddled under my back, joining the small pool of sweat that was forming.

Soon the shocks ended and we seemed to moving again. The country music continued with Garth Brooks singing about "that damned rodeo". Damn if that song didn’t get me hard as he sung about boots, chaps and spurs! The way Tony looked in Wranglers, i just knew he’d look great in a pair of chaps. And i’d be there at the end of his long ride licking his boots.

"boi!", the word whispered in my head. "BOI! WAKE UP!", followed by a huge shock broke me from my sleep! i had fallen sleep again, still in the rubber womb. i screamed into the gag to let him know i was awake, and to not get a shock like that again!

"Fuck boi, I don’t want you sleeping! But perhaps you better, you gonna be working your ass off for me! Now I thought you’d enjoy listening in on the CB while I talk with the other truckers out there. By the way, you may start feeling a bit warm in that rubber of yours. See, I hooked up a hose to that sleep sack, and it is pumping in the air from the engine." Damned if i didn’t notice that it was starting to get warm. "I think a boi should sweat really well when in that bag. Enjoy boi."

With that i listened in as he started talking with the other truckers. It wasn’t anything special right away. Then one of the truckers asked where he was and his words really brought me awake. "On I-5 heading south, 20 miles south of Eugene." Fuck, we were half way through Oregon. i must have slept the entire time and now i was helpless as he was trucking me to who knows where. "Should make Redding by sunrise."

"You hauling all night?", asked the other trucker.

"You bet, I got me a boi sweating in a rubber sack in the back of my cab, need to make time so I can abuse him later!", the other trucker laughs.

"Damn, I sure would like one of those in my cab. Need someone to suck me off out here on the open road!"

"Well this boi is going to do that, plus lots more. And I make great time, cause i just order him to my dick and he drinks his Master’s piss."

"Fuck, you got him trained good."

"Well not yet, but I will."

Damn, he’s is taking me hundreds of miles from home! i thought we were going to get together for a night, this is going to be a lot more. Just what does he think he is doing with me. As i thought this, the heat was getting unbearable in this rubber. That engine is running at 80 miles an hour, after hundreds of miles. It is working hard and making me sweat. i swear in time i will fill this entire sack with sweat. i sweat and listen to Tony chatter on the interstate. i think he really enjoys telling the other truckers that i am secured back there. He has my mind going as he explains to them some of the things he is looking forward to once we get to Redding. i can imagine them listening, dreaming of having someone like me in the back of their cab, waiting to do their bidding.

i can’t breath, i struggle in the rubber sack, as something has plugged my gag hole. Then it releases and in comes Tony’s dick. That woke me again. And quickly i must gather my senses as the piss starts streaming in. Tony’s hand strokes my rubber hooded head.

"Good boi. Time to get you out of that sack.", as he finishes his piss. i heard the zipper run down my chest. The cool air strikes the rubber on my chest of the rubber suit i wear. i notice that the truck is silent, there is no motion. Slowly i work my arms out of the sack sleeves, my muscles are stiff, but glad to be moving again. i climb out, still hooded, not being able to see. Tony takes my shoulder and gently bring me from the bed, having me kneel on the floor. He secures some wrist restraints on, the latches them behind my back. Next he attaches something to the piss gag tube. Then liquid starts to fill my mouth, it is salty, nasty tasting. It tastes like piss, but something more. "A boi has to clean up after his mess." Then it dawned on me, he was dumping the piss and sweat from that rubber sack into me. i had to drink fast or i would drown. i couldn’t believe i was doing this, this was more that i ever thought would happen.

When the last drop was done, Tony detached the sack. He then removed the hood and the fresh air crashed into my face. i could breath through my nose again! And before me was a wonderful site. Tony was in full rubber, head to toe, with a pair of beautiful black waders. Something just told me to, so i bent over and kissed those boots and started to lick them. His hand reached down and stroked my head, "Excellent boi, excellent."

With that, i knew i had permission to cover him. So i worked my rubber Master from toe to crotch to head, tasting his wonderful rubber. All the while he was holding me, guiding me and stroking me. Now this is what i was expecting.

Eventually, he released my hands and we held each other as we kissed deeper that i had ever kissed a Man. The smell of us in our rubber, the sounds as we touched, held, hugged. He was so passionate, it was wonderful. Soon, he allowed me to take his rubber covered dick into my mouth. It filled my mouth so nicely as i took it all the way in. It fit perfectly, as if we were meant to be like this forever. Over and over i stroked it with my lips, swirling with my tongue, enjoying this exotic flavor. Soon he removed my head and brought it up to his. Our eyes bore into each other, knowing that this was so right. my hand pulled him to me and we kissed again. No words were spoken, but we knew what was being said.

We held each other tight as we slowly drifted off to sleep for the night. Or at least i thought it was night.

To be continued...