The RBBR Clinic 1

Author: rubberclad
Title: The RBBR Clinic
Date: 20 July 2007

recommendation

At first he thought there was nothing strange going on. Karl had checked into the for a routine exam as recommended by his new doctor. There were the usual forms and questionnaires to fill our. He thought the questions about his sexual orientation and sex habits were unusual but filled them out. There were also questions about previous medical exams and procedures and how he felt about them, such as enemas, catheterizations, anesthesia masks, rectal probing, colonoscopies, etc.
When finished with the questions he was shown into the doctor’s office and the sat patiently as he reviewed the answers. There were several “Ahhhs” and “Huummms” and raised eyebrows. When the doctor finished his review he sat back and took a long look at his new patient. He slowly began speaking. Suggesting that since he was a new patient a full slate of test and that a private clinic might facilitate the process. The doctor said he was recommending ‘The RBBR Clinic’ based on the information Karl provided in his answers to the questionnaire. ‘The RBBR Clinic’, strange name he thought.

admission

Karl arrived at the appointed time at the clinic though he had a hard time finding it. Not where he’d thought a clinic would be located…in a rundown industrial area just beyond the downtown. With the address located, found a very discrete sign located adjacent to a solid recessed door. It read:

The RBBR Clinic
Specialized treatments for unique patients.

He found a button on the wall adjacent to the door and pushed it while noticing that a camera was trained on him. A voice asked his name and with that a buzzer sounded and he was instructed to enter. Karl was in a small lobby with low lighting and with a distinct smell…he couldn’t quite place it. Industrial? Auto repair shop? Tire shop? That was it…rubber!
He was told to remove his clothes and place them in one of the lockers that was in the room. The voice said security would be provided during his stay and that when he was finished stripping to put on the jumpsuit which was hanging next to the open locker. As he removed his socks and bear feet touched the floor he noticed for the first time that the surface was not hard. Not regular tile, not carpet…it was sheet rubber. That must be where the smell was coming from. Was it left over from some other industrial use before the clinic moved in he wondered.
Again there were more forms to fill out, it seemed endless but probably necessary. Again similar questions to those in the doctor’s questionnaire. Only later did he think that the questions, and more importantly his answers, had lead to his current situation.
He also noticed, though thought nothing of it at the time, that all of the staff was male; not just male but well-built sculpted bodies and good looking. They all had clean shaven heads; probably for sanitary reasons he had thought. The same for their uniforms, not the usual scrubs but tight fitting coveralls - were they body suits? And the material wasn’t easily identifiable, a dull matt finish in a light gray color. They wore gloves of the same color and material, these he knew must be for sanitary reasons. After all this was a private clinic and it would probably have a different look and feel than the usual public institutions.
Armed with the pile of his completed forms, he was taken to a small office where he was greeted by a somber faced middle aged man in the same type of uniform as the rest of the staff but his was amber in color-like the color medical things. He introduced himself as Doctor Black and reached across his desk to shake Karl’s hand. Then Karl realized that the gloves, and indeed the whole suit, were make of rubber. He felt excited as the doctor told him to sit; was the chair covered in black rubber too – Yes. The doctor reviewed the paperwork and a dark grin came over his face.
“Your referral physician indicates that he wants you to undergo our special examination process based on your questionnaire and interview responses. I would generally agree but first I want to proceed with a general exam, general by this clinic’s standards that is. Then I’ll make the final decision.”
Karl was wondering what “special examination” and “by this clinic’s standards” meant. He would find out. The doctor pushed a button and two male attendants entered his office.
Karl couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw them. Both were identically clad in a full black seamless body suit; full coverage including hands and head. They wore tall black rubber lace-up boots to the knee but the bottoms must have hade hard soles and heals for he heard them walking. On their heads they wore something that looked like a gas mask with very dark lenses but seemed to be part of the suit. A large hose connected to a bag on their backs which expanded and contracted as they breathed. Karl was getting very hard in his jumpsuit. But what almost pushed him over the edge was the amber bag strapped to their backs with a tube disappearing into their butts, and another tube connecting an amber cock sheath to an amber colored collection bag strapped to their leg. Both bags had liquid in them!
These two black shiny rubber-attendants lifted Karl off his chair and out the door. Once in the corridor he regained his footing and walked quickly between them. No choice. They stopped at a door marked EXPLORATORY EXAMINATIONS. A code was entered into a keypad next to the door and it silently swung open.

exploratory examination

The room was clinical white, brightly light with various pieces of equipment around the walls, in the center was a table, a very special table. It was constructed in various sections that appeared to be movable. Karl guessed he would soon find out their use.
The rubber-attendants pulled off his jump-suit and lifted him onto the table. He did not fight them since this clinic was recommended though he was getting a bit queasy with all of the rubber around…and quite a bit turned on. But also scared of the unknown…no one had really told him what these tests were going to involve.
He just lay there on the cold rubber covered table as one of the rubber-attendants went over to a cabinet along the wall. He could hear the opening of a drawer and a little rummaging around, the drawer closing. The rubber-attendant lifted his hands holding something made of black rubber. At first Karl thought it was a bag or case of some kind but it had straps with buckles and pads all over it, a row of lacing on one side, steel rings attached in several places and three long tubes running from it. One of the tubes ended in a bulb like on a blood pressure cuff. It was about the size of a human head and as he stepped to the head of the examining table the realization hit him that his head was soon going to be inside whatever it was.
The rubber-attendant unfastened the strap across Karl’s forehead and slipped something soft into each of my ears. Before Karl realized what was happening his head was lifted slightly and the rubber hood slipped over his head. It was moved around a little until there were openings over his eyes and mouth. He felt something on the inside poking at his nose and the rubber-attendant manipulated it a little until the two tubes pushed into and up his nostrils. His head was turned to the wall and he could feel laces being tightened that ran down the back of his head. It was actually very comfortable, a layer of very soft rubber lined the inside and it felt like there was a layer of padding between the soft inner rubber and the heavier outside layer. As it was tightened from the top down it molded itself tightly to his head and face and finally over his chin and to the neck. He felt the laces being tied-off and then his head turned back to facing the ceiling again. He could feel something being attached to the sides and top of the hood, probably straps from the table, and when the rubber-attendant stepped back a little he was unable to move my head at all. Something was pulled over his the hood, soft pads pressed around his eyes but he could still blink them. He felt the buckling of another strap at the side.
Karl was now blind and deaf…at least he thought so…and was surprised to feel something touching my lips. Something was pushing against his lips. He tried token resistance but had to open up to breathe when his nose tubes were pinched shut. When he did open up something rubbery was pushed in. It felt like an athletic mouth guard but more rubbery. It was pushed into his mouth and adjusted until it seated itself properly. Padded rubber pressed against his lips and straps were fastened at the side of the hood. He felt another strap cup his chin and straps fastened at the hood’s sides and on top. He explored with my tongue trying to push this invader out but it was obviously strapped firmly in place.
He was still exploring it with his tongue and had decided it wasn't so bad when it started to inflate. Now I knew what the ball on the end of the one tube was attached to and what it did. The mouthpiece continued to inflate inside his mouth and a balloon began pressing his tongue tightly against the floor his mouth and filling the mouth completely and forcing his cheeks tightly against the rubber hood covering his head and face. The tubes inserted in his nostrils allowed Karl to breathe relatively easily and he was not actually uncomfortable but felt so isolated and vulnerable to whatever the rubber-attendants and the doctor decided to do to him, a feeling he would grow to know only too well.
Karl have no idea how long he laid there but suddenly he could see light at his eyes. He hadn’t felt the eyecups being removed but Doctor Black appeared before him. He wore a long white rubber apron over his body suit along with a white rubber hood with his own breathing apparatus. The doctor’s voice suddenly was inside his head. The doctor began to reassure him that nothing permanent was going to happen to him and the remaining test were to determine if any treatments were necessary. As Karl lay there, his head immobilized and helpless, his apprehension began to leave and was replaced by feelings of calm and well-being as the soothing voice of the doctor continued on. He hardly noticed when his vision went dark again.
Karl had always harbored fantasies about rubber. Could the doctors have detected that form his answers to their questionnaires? Were the going to make those fantasies he had nurtured since childhood into reality and all he would have to do is relax and let them do it? He had almost drifted off to sleep when the feel of a cold stethoscope on his chest brought him back to full consciousness. He could hear nothing.
A cold stethoscope was soon replaced by rubber gloved fingers exploring and massaging his pecs and nipples. It felt very good and his exposed cock immediately responded to the sensual inputs. The fingers moved down his body and were soon holding and exploring the genitals. He felt a gloved hand holding his testicles as another wrapped around the now rigid cock and squeezed it tightly. The hand began to pump and almost instantly an orgasm began building. Karl h thought he could really get to this sort of doctors examination. Within seconds of exploding the hands let go and were replaced by something ice cold. Something ice cold was covering my whole groin. The shock was tremendous as his genitals tried to shrink to nothing and escape the cold.
Karl was trying to recover from the shock when he felt the section of the examining table supporting his butt drop away. From the waist down he was now supported only by his legs which had been strapped firmly into the stirrup assemblies. He felt more than heard the soft hum of an electric motor and the stirrups began moving even higher and further apart pulling his pelvis up and spreading his butt apart. A heavy rubber belt around his waist presented the rest of his body from lifting. The movement of the stirrups finally ceased but now the whole examining table seemed to be tilting, lowering his head and raising the pelvis. He knew the rectal portion of my exam was coming next and was probably going to be a little more extensive than the prostate exams he had had in the past or even the search for polyps his former doctor had undertaken a couple of years ago.
The ice pack, or whatever, was finally removed from his groin and immediately he felt rubber gloved fingers exploring my rectum. They had been well lubricated and one thin finger slipped relatively easily inside. It explored the walls of his colon and then pressed and examined the prostate. It was withdrawn and he thought that it wasn't so bad when the finger returned with one or two of its neighbors pressing for entry again. His rectum rebelled against this larger intruder and the sphincter muscles clamped tight denying entrance. He tried to relax as the fingers pressed hard trying to force their way in. They disappeared for a few seconds but were replaced by something hard and very cold, obviously made of some sort of metal. The pressure against his rectum was firm and unrelenting until the sphincter finally relaxed and allowed entrance. Once past the initial barrier it slipped easily and deep inside; but once inside it began to spread apart, stretching him painfully. He don't know for sure what it was but I suspect it was a speculum…he’d seen pictures of them in the medical fetish catalogs on line. It continued to spread apart until it felt like he was being ripped in half. Karl tried to scream for it to stop but the gag filling my mouth prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts. It finally seemed to collapse back down to its original size and was quickly withdrawn.
His relief was short-lived as something else almost immediately pressed against him and began to slip inside. At least it wasn't cold and seemed to be slightly soft, rigid but with a soft surface. It was large and stretched his sphincter painfully but after a large part of it was inside it seemed to reduce in diameter and as his tight sphincter slid down the smaller portion it actually pulled it deeper inside and held it there. It must have been completely inside he thought because he could feel a larger portion pressing against the outside of his rectum. He thought he should have known better than to relax a little when he felt it growing inside of him, it was growing in diameter and length both. The smaller portion passing on the outside of his sphincter effectively locking the larger inside portion inside him. As it grew in length it pressed firmly against his prostate.
All this activity had defeated the effect of the cold pack on his cock and it was once more hard and rigid. There was activity there again, something was being slipped over his cock. It was not tight, in fact it barely touched him as he felt it descending the length of his rigid shaft. Something soft was now pressed against his groin at the base of my cock. He felt his balls were being stuffed inside something soft and flexible. They seemed to be inside a tube of some kind, barely touching the hard walls of the tube. A strap was drawn around my hips and two others between his legs and they were fastened together in the back. Whatever this was it was now strapped to him with my cock and balls trapped inside he felt excited…and apprehensive.
Suddenly he felt a sucking sensation pulling my cock deeper into the tube. The ring around the base and of his cock seemed to be getting tighter, definitely tighter, holding it firmly but comfortably. As the suction pulled his cock it became even harder and it soon was its full size and he felt his cock head being against what I assumed was the end of the tube. It enclosed the sensitive head tissue snuggly. He didn't have long to wait to see what came next, a very gentle tingling was traveling the length of his cock between the head and the ring at the base. It felt like a very mild electric shock. He felt the same sensation in his balls. It was very pleasant and then the same feeling of an electric shock and a gentle vibration started in the inflated plug pressing against my prostate. That was even more pleasant. Karl had never felt anything like it and it was marvelous. It wasn't going to take much of this to bring him to orgasm. Not much at all.
The strength of all the things being done to him grew as the feelings inside of grew. His air was cut off and he exploded in a glorious orgasm; the suction in the tube grew very strong sucking the semen from him. All the actions turned off and he lay spent and exhausted but before his cock could even begin to shrink they all started again at the same low-level they had started at before. He didn't want to cum again but there wasn't any choice. This was Karl’s first experience with forced multiple orgasms or what he would come to know as milking. He was milked three more times and it took much longer each succeeding time leaving him totally exhausted and emotionally perplexed. Now he knew what it was like to have someone else physically controlling his most intimate actions and it both terrified and excited him. He was only vaguely aware of the apparatus being removed from my cock and the plug in my rectum deflating and being withdrawn from me.
When something else pressed against his rectum he was able to immediately relax his sphincter and allow it entry. It was much smaller and he hardly noticed its presence after the previous objects. Something began to inflate on either side of the sphincter sealing it securely in place. There was no time to ponder what it was before he felt something flowing into his bowels filling them with warm fluid. The flow seemed to continue forever, first filling and then causing his abdomen to distend. Cramps filled my abdomen as the fluid flowed through me and sought out every tiny area of my bowels. The flow finally stopped but there was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure and weight of the fluid filling me. Whatever the device had sealed his rectum not only allowed the introduction of the fluid it prevented its expulsion. He was uncomfortable but it was a somewhat unique and certainly new a feeling; not certain he hated, liked or was merely neutral about the feeling. Before he could decide, a valve must have been opened because the fluid started flowing out. He had no control over the flow and it was so fast it felt like it must have been being pumped out. He was soon empty and felt the device deflate and be withdrawn. It was immediately replaced by something that felt like a butt plug. It soon began to grow inside him. It felt very large and secure in me.
Rubbered fingers again gripped his now flaccid penis and something was being inserted into it. As it was pushed deeper and deeper into him Karl felt the slight burning verified it was a catheter. He felt the penetration of the bladder sphincter…it was home. It must have been clamped off since he couldn’t feel any relief. He did feel the Foley balloon being inflated to hold the cath in place.
Karl felt his cock being manipulated again and then something slipped over it and lay on my groin. It felt heavy and flexible, like it was made of a heavy rubber and was cold against his skin. It didn't just lay there for very long as he felt a wide rubber belt being wrapped around my hips and fastened in back. It was very wide, reaching from his waist down over his hips, and tight. It got even tighter as straps or laces were drawn tighter in the back. Next he felt fingers pressing his testicles of up between his legs near his butt crack and held there as a portion of the belt was drawn tightly down between legs, it continued up through the crack and over the plug and was secured to the rest of the belt in the back. Fingers gripped his penis again and pulled it down between his legs. It was pressed into what felt like a trough made of the same cold rubber and something was wrapped and fastened over the top holding it firmly in place. It was very tightly held in place but obviously in somethin designed to hold it as it didn't feel as if it were being crushed. The whole arrangement was very tight and semi-rigid and while he couldn't call it comfortable he did like the feeling. Karl had the feeling again that this was something he would have to get used to as it would be with him a long time.
The examining table returned to level and the stirrups lowered back to their normal position with my buttocks once again resting on the surface of the table. He drifted off to sleep as the most recent occurrences were repeated over and over in my mind.

Karl awoke as the straps holding him in the stirrups and to the table being released. Someone lifted his legs out of the stirrups and helped him into a sitting position on the end of the table. He was so exhausted he could barely sit upright but the same hands held him steady. The mouth gag was deflated and he felt the laces of the hood being loosened. The strap holding the gag was released and it was pulled from his mouth and the pads covering my eyes were also released and removed. It was the one of the rubber-attendants helping him though he never knew which one since they were identically outfitted.
Wobbly on his feet but now standing, with assistance, he looked down the see the strange device holding his cock and balls tightly to his body. He also was aware of the butt plug in him which was also secured by straps on the front device. And there was the amber catheter coming out of his trapped cock and ending in an amber rubber bag strapped to his bare leg. His piss was dripping into the bag. Still no control, he thought, even though he was on his feet and moving about.