Small Town Part 4

Author: steelbelted
Title: Small Town: Part 4
Date: 13 December 2015

“Come over here” Tom says to me.

I walk over to him and he tells me to put my hands up and behind my head. He wraps the steel belt around my waist. I feel the warm metal embrace my hips. I’m not a thin guy so the belt feels snug around the extra pounds I carry around my waist. Luckily I’m still the same size as the other guy. Tom moves quickly and before I realize it, he’s done and I hear the click of the lock sink into the belt and I am efficiently locked in stainless steel chastity.

“Move around, get used to it.”

I do so and it feels great. I don’t have a huge dick but I start to get hard and take up a lot of the room in the tube. Then I feel something painful at the end. I reactively grab the tube with both hands as I feel sharp pricks into the head of my penis.

Tom says, “Oh, that’s an extra surprise down there. Keeps boys like you from getting too excited. I just love looking at my boys all locked up. Luckily there’s more to go. “

He picks up the rubber suit and holds it up to me. He does grab a tube of lube and tosses it at me and tells me to spread some on my legs. You won’t need much, but it will help you get into this he tells me. I do as I’m told and step into the suit. It still has some warmth to it and I then get the hit of the sweat and spunk from the previous boy that was wearing it. I’m not usually into this, but for some reason I get even more excited and feel more pain in my dick.

Tom works the suit up over my hips and then I instinctively put my arms into the sleeves and attached gloves. Tom tells me, “This suit looks better on you that the previous boy. Perhaps it is from your husky frame but you fill it out much better than he did.” Then he chuckles again. Too bad it will not be scene under the next suit I have for you. Then without wasting any time he grabs the hood and flops it over my head. The rubber is not cheap. It was well made and feels strong and confining. Tom spends a minute moving the hood so again; no one can see my eyes or teeth. I can see only slightly through dark lenses. The mask curves inward so it covers my teeth.

Tom then moves behind me and quickly zips up the back of the suit. It becomes even snugger than it did before. As expected, I start to add my own sweat to the smell that was already occupying the space. I hear another click of a lock as I move around a little bit and enjoy my predicament.

“Alright, I’ve got another layer of fun for you to enjoy, step into this suit for me boy.” Tom says with a hint of joy to his voice. He holds up the intimidating piece of leather and I again step forward into the suit one leg at a time. Each foot finds its place with a thud into the attached boot. More shifting and moving is needed to get me into the legs and again, it is brought up over my hips. Like the naïve boy that I am who got himself into this situation just about an hour ago, I put my arms into the suit and Tom shifts the suit up over my shoulders. He doesn’t even give me a chance to say anything and he steps behind me and pulls the stiff leathered hood up over my head. A heavy-duty zipper is pulled up behind me encasing me in this suit. The leather straps are then snugged up behind me. It doesn’t make it hard to breath but I certainly feel the encasement and control. Then it hit me. I was beginning to realize what was going on and what I had gotten myself into.

“Ugh..Tom, perhaps this was a little too much too quickly. Maybe I wasn’t ready to wear all of this gear.”

As I was nervously getting that line out, Tom had quickly and efficiently finished the straps on my back and clicked the three locks keeping me confined.

“Oh boy, we have gone too far into the rabbits hole for you to give up now.”

As I begin to stutter out more of my plea to be released, Tom appears before me and then says tells me to shush as he pushes the gag into my mouth. He has had a lot of experience working with this gear as he quickly locks the gag and grabs me by the head and looks directly into my dark, lens covered eyes and says, “You have always wanted to be this boy. Embrace it.”

It was almost like he hypnotized me and I start to relax again and wait for him to finish the process. He grabs the muzzle and secures that onto my leathered head, complete with the locks.

I take a moment and hold my hands up and see them covered in leathered gloves. I feel my dick struggling against the belt and the spikes. I feel the sweat and the heat of the rubber suit against my skin. I have to concentrate on breathing through the muzzle and my nose. I get the occasional whiff of the sweat and cum that was in this suit I now wear.

I hear the rattling of chains and I look up to see the other boy clamping the collar around my neck. The weight is a shock and further confines me. Tom and the boy work quickly to finish placing the shackles around my wrists and ankles. I am politely dragged over to a spot in the motor home and I notice as Tom locks the chain between my ankles to a ring that is bolted to the floor.

The spot is again, close to the couch and Tom helps me down into a sitting position. “You look great wearing that gear.” We are going to go for a walk and enjoy this small town here. You just enjoy that gear for some time. Don’t go anywhere now.”

The two then step out of the motorhome and I hear the lock of the door being latched. I pull at the chains and realize that I am what I always wanted to be, chastity belted, rubber and leather gimp.