The installation Part3

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The installation (Part3)
Date: 25 March 2016

My mouth was agape when I saw that the art installation was in London! It was him, the artist I’d fantasised about for so many hours, nights and sporadically ever since discovering him.

I had to see this exhibition!

I wanted to see the whole thing, the person being installed, the duration of the installation, every detail. These installations were few and far between, and never in the UK before, I would not get another chance like this.

I photographed the poster and once back at my hotel room; I worked out a route and booked an additional day in my hotel. My hands were shaking at the prospect of seeing this ultimate kink, live!

I wouldn’t be able to sleep at this rate; I should probably get some food and go have a drink, so I found a nice place to get some Japanese food, with some Saki followed by beers and cocktails I was nicely buzzing when I got back to my room.

I walked in and smelt the rubber emanating from my bag, so I pulled the hood from the sack and lay on the bed. I got a big wad of tissue, and got undressed, pulled the hood up, smelling the sweet delicious rubber aroma and my dick sprung to attention in seconds, now free of my tight boxers and jeans.

My dick was already leaking pre-cum as I fumbled my foreskin. I reached up and fed my face into the smooth caress of the rubber, seating it in position I gently tugged it into place and zipped myself in.

I recalled that Guy chucked in the padlock for free so again felt around for the black plastic bag and found the open padlock in the bottom. I strapped up the collar and snapped the padlock shut.

I looked over at my reflection in the mirror across the room seeing only a gimpy man, whose tool was throbbing and begging for attention.

I lay back and rubbed my head with one hand, whilst I stroked myself off with the other.

Images of today’s events flashed through my mind, and the feeling of Guy’s tongue invading my mouth made me groan and clench my ass muscles; I wanted to be with him again, if only I had some excuse to go back to the shop.

My imagination ran wild as I stroked myself off, fantasies of being in full rubber, shiny and black, totally encased, being with Guy, with him dressed the same, then adding some more rubber, straps to tie me up with, mitts to make my hands useless, a muzzle to gag me and keep me silent,, harnesses, more straps, boots and eventually a plug to fill my ass.

I wanted him to fuck me so badly, fill me ass with his thick rubber clad meat, feel it throbbing inside of me as he thrusts to orgasm, using me like a sexy toy, then plugging me until he wants to cum again.

My breathing got faster and faster with my stroking, as I built up the orgasm I clenched my ass and shot my load all over my chest, over my new hood truly christening it and past onto the headboard of the hotel room’s bed.

I lay back glowing in ecstasy still smelling the rubber, and tasting a little of the cum that landed on my rubber clad face.

Breathing I felt tired now and was ready to sleep, I considered sleeping in my new hood, it was comfortable enough…more procrastination as to the benefits of waking up hooded, versus disrupted sleep, my mind wandered off again and the next thing I know my phone is bleeping at me to tell me it’s morning.

In my confusion and panic to turn my alarm off I wondered why I felt crusty and sticky in places, why was my vision limited and why did my face feel numb?

Then I realised through the aroma that it wasn’t a wonderful dream but an amazing day! I had to get ready though, so this hood needs to come off.

I went to unzip it and remembered the padlock, I fumbled around in the bag again, believing the key must be in there, but the bag only contained the paper the hood was wrapped in. Oh crap, I’m trapped! I’m trapped, bollocks, my horniness has gotten the better of me, I’m trapped in a rubber hood in a strange city, alone. What am I going to do?