Rubber Train

Author: rubberclad
Title: Rubber Train
Date: 25 September 2007

A pop-up box on a popular rubber site was advertising an invitation only rubber event in the Pacific Northwest. Since I’d never been to that part of the country I checked the space for more information and waited. Another pop-up contained a website address and indicated that the trip was only for very devoted rubbermen.
Well, I’d had some experiences over the last few years including bondage and some medical play…mostly as a bottom. Always in full rubber coverage, I’ve been vac-racked, suspended in harnesses and leather bondage suits, milked with Accu-Jacs and Venuses; had my tits tortured, balls squeezed and stretched, cock, balls and ass electrified; filled with enemas and cock stuffed with catheters. I guess I thought of myself as a devoted rubberman, though my experience doesn’t go back as many years as some guys my age. A late bloomer I guess though I’ve been a rubberiest for many years…mostly solo.
The website produced a black screen, no indication that there was anything there. Finally after moving the curser over the screen I hit a spot the popped up an ‘enter’ box and I clicked on it. Again, against a black screen background the words ‘are you sure you’re ready’ scrolled by. I caught it and clicked. Black screen again and the sound of heavy, labored breathing through a gasmask. Nothing on the screen. A voice over the breathing asked if I was committed to the journey. I didn’t know how to respond until the work ‘commit’ appeared. Without hesitation I clicked and the screen filled with information and images of rubbermen in all kinds of gear. They looked really hot and I was primed for an event.
The rubber event was some months off and so it would be easy to accommodate in my schedule. The screen now had a box the asked if I wanted more information and of course I did and clicked on it. It then said that more information would be sent to my email address…which it now asked for. I complied and waited. Anticipation was high over the next several days…no response. Then the magic email chime on my computer, the response.
There was an application form along with more details of the event and transportation. This seemed odd that the event would include transportation but the announcement had promised a total rubber experience. The event was to be a three day experience plus the travel time to and from. Travel was to be by rail; a special car was to be attached to the regular Amtrak train to the Northwest from Chicago. Travel to the nearest station was at the participant’s own expense and not arranged by the event planners. No problem for me since I was only a couple of miles from a station in the heart of the city. The actual three day event was to take place on a private island in the sound. Videos of the entire three days on the island and the two days travel each way for me would be provided at the end of the experience. That sounded good since I assumed tha much of the time would be spent in the dark…at least for us bottoms.
Event details were vague but indicated that all fantasies would be accommodated; tops and bottoms. Travel accommodations would be based on responses given on the application. The application asked a lot about past experiences, the pros and cons of each and what the applicant would like to explore further. It requested photos and listing on the various rubber websites. Instructions also included a note that friends were not to be contacted about the trip since one of the goals was anonymity.
I eagerly complied and anxiously awaited a response. It came two days later. It said I was accepted and provided instructions on payment. The hard part now was waiting until September. Just days before the trip instructions arrived by email. There was a ‘ticket’ for the event and the trip to be presented at the train station. Check-in would be through the regular Amtrak procedures including any security checks that might be necessary. I was told to be at the station one hour ahead of the train time and to stand in the public waiting room or the boarding line when the train was called. It also indicated what I was to wear for the trip based on information I provided on my application. I was to wear my shoulder-zip catsuit which has a codpiece. Under the codpiece I was to have on a rubber cock ring and a cock and ball sheath. On my feet I was to wear my knee high lace-up rubber boots No gloves or headgear for security reasons. I was permitted a bag to take any gear I wished for the week but most gear would be provided. Well I’d pack some of my special toys and gear any way.
The long anticipated day arrived…I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. A venture into the relative unknown; didn’t know if I’d know anybody, would I even see anybody or would I be blind the whole time. I’d called a friend the night before an given him the emergency phone number that I’d been provided by the event organizers and the time frame that I’d be gone. I felt safer now.
Following instructions, I went to the station in a cab…and got really strange looks from the driver. This wasn’t New Your or Chicago where they see anything and everything. Finally dropped off at the station and I entered the waiting room which was beginning to fill in anticipation of the train arrival. I was getting lots of reactions; stares, quick looks away, shaking of the head in disgust, and one or two smiles…from several guys who I’ve never seen before but was sure were “understanding” and perhaps a little jealous.
While I standing around a man in uniform approached.
"Security, may I ask you a few questions?" I said sure with more than a hint of hesitation in my voice. Looking for narcotics he said. He asked and I gave permission to search my stuff. Why not. Nothing illegal about wearing rubber gear. I was escorted to a small room off the waiting room and he went through my bag, looking up at me with a very slight smirk on his handsome face. Nothing said. He then patted me down…as if there was any place to hide anything on my rubber covered body. I think I detected a slight squeeze of my cock as he passed over but he gave no hint of recognition. With my bag closed he headed to the door and held it open for me. With the same half-smile on his face he’d had all along the said, “Looks like you’re in for an interesting trip “ I think I felt his hand on my rubbered ass but was too embarrassed to look back.
The impending arrival of the train was announced and everybody moved to the boarding gate. I felt really exposed here…bodies really close to me, some brushing against my rubber…getting a hard-on. How humiliating. At least most of them were too absorbed with their own business to notice. The ticket agent at the gate looked at my special ticket and then at me…scanning me from head to toe…and just shook his head. He indicated that there was an area at the end of the platform to wait. The cooler air on the platform hit my thinly clad body sending a shiver through me…or maybe it was that I was getting closer to this adventure.
As I approached the end of the platform a darkly clad body stepped out from behind a partition. He was tall and very well built. Clad in full rubber…tight fitting leggings with codpiece, tall rubber riding boots, a very close fitting t-shirt, short rubber police type gloves, and a rubber executioner’s hood. There was a very slight grin on his face – what I could see of it anyway – and he held riding crop in one hand. He casually flicked it against his rubber boot. I began to breathe just a bit heavier. It was beginning…for real!
“Welcome to the Rubber Train, I am one of your Train Masters,” he said in a very quietly but authoritatively. He looked me up and down as if surveying a new conquest…maybe I was. “Please step this way. You will not speak of make a sound form now on.”
I’d have followed him anywhere.
As he turned there was a quick flick of his crop on my balls…not very hard to cause real pain but hard enough to know that he was now in charge of my line, not me. We stepped behind the partition at the end of the platform. There were two other rubber clad bodies standing there…facing a wall, not looking right or left. I couldn’t tell who they were…if I even knew them. I was told to face the wall too and not to look about. From what quick look I had had, one was dressed as a fireman in tall black waders and a black rubber coat and the other appeared to be in a drysuit. I heard the smack of the Train Master’s crop on rubber. Then again. Now I felt the hard smack on my ass cheek…it stung but he had my attention. He instructed us on the boarding procedures. We were to be moved, one at a time, onto the train by other Train Masters. This was to prevent us from seeing the other participant in this adventure. He told us that the experiences on the train were be individual and that interaction with other participants would only happen on the island.
I heard the bells on the crossing gate about a block from the station and began to wonder what have I done? Then the train whistled for the street crossing…I could feel the rumble of the approaching engines…or was it just weakness in my legs? There was no time to think anymore. The Train Master flicked his crop on my ass again and instructed me to turn around just as the rumbling engines passed us. As the train slowed to a stop the last car approached us. It was similar to the typical two level cars used on west coast bound trains except this one was black, no lettering. The windows were reflective silver. As it came to a full stop the door in front of me opened and I was nudged inside by the Master’s crop. As I stepped up into the darkened vestibule another rubbered figure, this one hooded, moved toward me and slipped a hood over my head…no eye openings, just nose and mouth.
Committed!