The Smell of Leather Part 5

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The Smell of Leather Part 5
Date: 20 December 2015

I’m shocked what layer could be next? Another of rubber, or perhaps rubberised lycra like the rainsuits? More leather? What?

Then I hear a bassy clunk of metal and the sound of castor wheels squeaking as a trolley filled with shiny body parts is wheeled in.

Another trolley, but this one being a flatbed is wheeled in too, now being viewed by the first camera, I can see my black motionless form standing in the middle of the room, part of me wants to see the end of this movie, another wants to say ‘RUN!’ and another wants to know what had happened to me, why it’s happened to me and who’s done it to me!

The flatbed trolley had one single tall box, cardboard from what I could see, but still very heavy judging from the amount of effort that rubberman pulling it expelled positioning it behind me.

The first rubberman orders ‘Gimp, assist us in applying your next layer’ and with that my restricted form waddles toward them and hefts the torso plate up and positions it over my own chest and abdomen.

The other rubberman lifts the back plate into position, and power tools are used to begin securing the two pieces together. Once all the bolts are seen to, the armour shell is able to stay on the body without assistance.

Ably assisted by the layer of rubber and leather my body can withstand the weight admirably, but if he was to bend over it would end up almost impossibly stranded on the floor.

The leg parts one and two have both limbs in one single piece, one front and one back. This is when I realise that once again this layer seems to be made exactly to my size and shape! How is this possible? Ok the rubber I can understand, maybe I ordered it from a tailor made designer, the leather is a little harder to explain, but this suit of metal, this armour, though something my dreams are made of, isn’t cheap!

The hind half of the legs are stood up ready to accept me, and with one hand signal I back my way onto the rear half of the legs. The sound of a winch clattering into life above makes it’s visual presence known, and is used in conjunction with leather straps to assist in positioning of the torso onto the legs.

Again, power tools are used to attach the legs to the torso when the front half is brought up.

Camera angle changes again and the first rubberman who brought the body parts in is now my window to my demise, with a head-cam showing greater close-up detail.

He shows an attachment within the crotch area of this suit, and to my horror it appears there is a long thin tube that would end up inside my bladder and made from stainless steel and rubber, with ribs running the length of the tube it looks like an instrument of torture and it’s in me right now! With that thought somehow i’m getting more turned on by it and as my erection starts growing I can feel every ridge of that tube as my penis slides up it’s length growing with hornyness I feel desparate to orgasm.

My motionless body defys my rage having never tried sounding or catheterisation. The rubberman carefully lubes the tube, now detached from the front panel, and takes my rubberclad penis in his grasp.

He starts sliding the rubber tip of the catheter into the rubber sheath, and as it starts entering the meatus of my penis I hear the muffled groan I am so very familiar with emanating from the anonymous leather clad head perched atop a shiny metal chest, which from the rubberman’s viewpoint now exposes the detail crafted into the metal, the rippled musculature which I’m certain after seeing my body earlier may have been modelled on it.

Slowly, the intruder is allowed to enter me mercilessly and persistently creeping ever closer to its bulbous tip, groans escaping with every push of the metal tube. Groans of pain or moans of pleasure I’m not sure, but besides the fact I’m clearly brainwashed and encased in a layer of form fitting rubber, sealed from head to toe, then layered up in an almost identical leather suit, 30 hole boots, hooded, gagged and trapped inside a metal torso and flanked by two gorgeous rubbermen. I am getting hard again thinking about this damn fine fantasy come true.

Once fully inserted, a syringe injects a saline solution down the catheter and the rubberman gently tugs the tube so it’s sat within the victim just right.

Bringing the front half of the legs closer, the same rubberman attaches some ballweights that hold my balls permanently stretched away from my body and the catheter is plugged into the internal attachment point.

Whilst all this has been going on, the other rubberman has been busy at work with a tube running into the crack of my arse, now it becomes clear that the huge plug inserted has functions that work with the outer suit too, such complete bondage!!