Undercover Rubber - On The Job

Author: eckie
Title: Undercover Rubber - On The Job
Date: 14 April 2003

Written By Norm <a href="mailto:nmelicha@hotmail.com">nmelicha@hotmail.com</a>

When I look back over the last three months, I should have figured it all out, I should have seen the signs, but I didn't and now my life has been changed beyond my wildest dreams. Would I have taken the job if I had put the clues together? I'll never know.

It all started innocently, and very routinely last May. I applied for a job. A regular accounting job, with a new, rapidly growing financial planning and investment firm.

I arrived on time, and was ushered into the president's office by a very smartly dressed young man, for the interview. I could have easily mistaken him for one of the executives, and certainly not a personal secretary as he turned out to be. As I surveyed the office, not a woman seemed to be around. Apparently the boss preferred men for one reason or another, and in doing my research I have discovered that he personally hired each and every employee. That was one of the reasons I was hitting this place for a job. Don't mind saying I have a good looking body, and if this guy likes men....for more reasons than they work well in financial positions, well any edge is an edge. I figured my hedge must be right as I gazed over the office of tight assed guys.

I was admitted into a well appointed office, rich brown leather covering every piece of furniture, the smell filled the room and I found myself beginning to get a hard on, just standing there, inhaling. This was not the time to let my potential new boss know that I had a fetish or two. To my friends, it was no news, being gay, and turned on to leather and rubber, we had had a lot of great nights together, but work was someplace where I tried to keep my personal life separate, at least until I could find out which way the big guy liked to swing!

I desperately tried to cover up my excitement, thank god for pleated pants, when Mr. Clark entered the office and greeted me. He was young for the president of a company, extremely good looking, and had an excellent build. I assumed he must work out, and found myself staring at his ruggedly good looking face. If only I would come across a man like this in the bars, I'd be set for life! As I focused and brought myself back to the task at hand, I found that my stare was eagerly being returned! I thought at the time it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn that the first place he looked was my crotch, not my face! Later, I realized, the crotch was much more important that anything else to this man. His hand shake was warm and firm as he put me to ease almost immediately. His questioning was fairly routine, and he indicated he was pleased with my credentials, yet I felt there was something else he wanted to know. The questions began to shift to more personal things, sports, likes, dislikes, friends and before I knew it , I had told him I was single and had "no one special" waiting anxiously for me at home. My family and I didn't communicate (for reasons I carefully didn't divulge. Having a gay son never went over very well and we found it best just to leave each other alone.) I was beginning to feel I had revealed too much and had lost the job, that he had figured out I was gay and was trying to think of a tactful way of getting rid of me when he seemed to come to a decision, and announced that I was hired, pending of course a routine check of my records and references. If all things were on the up and up, I would start on Monday. As I left the office, he grabbed my hand, and led me to the door with his other arm firmly placed on my shoulder. It seemed strange at the time, that this good looking man held on to me, almost in a hug but I really couldn't say I minded it. Just maybe, there was hope for me in this office.

Work began much as I expected and I found it much to my liking. I made friends easily and soon had a strong bond developing between myself and a few other guys in the office. It was such a turn on, being around these hunks day in and day out that I had taken to wearing a rubber jock strap, just to contain the continuous precum oozing from my dick. I continued to search out more information, dropping a hit or two about gays, hoping one of these guys might, just might be interested in me, but I had not takers.

It was my fourth Friday when I was summoned to the President's office and confidently strode in to my appointment only hours before we were headed for home. I had forgotten about the strong sent of leather filling the room and my reaction was immediate and to my dismay, noticeable.

"John, I am so glad to see you! " Mr. Clark said as he closed the door and locked it. "I hope the work agrees with you!" He led me to a large overstuffed chair, and sat down across from me.

I swore that he was staring at my prick, pushing against my flannels! as he continued with the small talk.

As I began to relax, I felt the pull of this dynamic man drawing me into his confidence and needless to say my cock was straining against the rubber jock I was wearing under my pants, when he hit me with the ace up his sleeve.

"John, I need to tell you that our routine investigation came back with a surprise or two....and I want you to be able to verify the information before I address them with you."

"Mr. Clark, I can't imagine what it could be...I was perfectly honest with you, I don't have a clue as to what you might have found."

Visions of "gay boy" stamped on my pink slip flashed before my eyes. Looked like my hints in the office backfired.

"John, relax, this could be easier than you think. First, and know that this has no bearing on your job security, I have had reports that you may be gay.....you don't have to respond, but I would appreciate it if you would." He said with no malice in his voice.

Shit, I hadn't planned on this, but I wasn't ashamed of my tastes, so I told, him.

"Yes Sir, I am gay, and while I 'm at it, I might as well tell you I frequent the leather bars in town!" "John, whoa, you are way ahead of me, and to be totally accurate, you not only frequent the leather bar called the Fort, but my resources tell me that you prefer to frequent the rubber club in the basement and on more than one occasion arrived wearing rubber jeans and a rubber t-shirt!" he said confidently, referring to a file before him.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this man had been spying on me. I figured blackmail was next, and I would spend the rest of my life, keeping this guy quiet in the business world.

"John", he stated, "I'm sorry to have shocked you, but this information is vital to me and the business I run. I have a bit of a confession to make to you. I hire men that are not only well qualified, but share the same interests I have. I believe it is of great importance to the success of this business that we form not only a company, but a bond if you will, a society of dedicated men, brought together by more than work. As you can see, my strategy works, we are the fastest growing accounting and investment firm in the city!"

"Mr. Clark, what are you telling me, that everyone out there is gay?" I whispered.

"John, out there and in here. Everyone. What's more, if you agree to continue your employment with us, I would like to seal the decision with a gift."

"Me, continue? When I came in here I thought I was going to get canned. Now I find that you're asking me if I want to stay. Of course I do, I would be crazy not to."

"Excellent John, then if you don't mind I would like to present you with these."

Mr. Clark reached behind him and brought a box to his desk and indicated it was for me. I stood and opened it, my jaw dropping open as I looked at the contents.

To my surprise, I found a pair of heavy rubber shorts, with an anal sheath, ball sack and cock sheath. I couldn't help but notice the locks attached to the wide straps around the legs and waist! All I could do was stare!

"John, I hope these are to your liking!"

"Ah, yes sir, very much."

"Excellent, they why don't you slip into them. I would love to see those shorts on your body."

"Now, here sir?" The realization of revealing my rubber jock while standing in the president's office wasn't exactly what I wanted to do.

"Yes, take off you clothes and put the shorts on. Now." he ordered.

The friendly tone was disappearing from his voice and I decided it might be in my best interest to comply.

I quickly stripped off my suit and revealed my little surprise. As I stood there waiting a huge grin spread across his face!

"I see you are already with the program John, I must say you surprised me today. If you don't mind I'll take those." he said.

I pulled off the jock strap, wet with sweat and precum, and handed them to my boss. He looked as thought he wanted to lick them right then and there, but carefully put them in his desk. I stood and began to pull on the shorts. They were cool and slick, filled with lube and I soon found him next to me, hands helping to pull and set the rubber in place. My cock slid into a tight sheath and ball sack. One buckle fastened around the base of my balls to keep them in place and another at the top of my dick to pull it up and secure it in front of me. As I finally got them up and finished getting everything adjusted, I found his hand on my ass, fingers reaching into a zippered opening squeezing my ass, rubbing lube around.

"Mr. Clark...." I muttered as my body refluxed to his exploration of my ass.

"John, I think we can dispense with the Mr. from now on it's Paul." he said as his eager fingers thrust up my butt.

"Paul, I can't believe this is happening."

"Believe it John, and believe that you are just beginning a new chapter in you professional carrier!"

His hands left my ass and deftly pulled the strapping tight around thighs and waist as he slipped the locks through the fasteners and finished by pulling up the zip on my ass. When he dropped the keys into his pocket, I suddenly realized I was now his captive employee.

"John, I think this is the beginning of something we are both going to enjoy. Tonight is the start of the monthly office gathering at my home in the country. It is quite large and private. It allows us to gather, and not be concerned of revealing our preferences to the neighbors. The entire office attends, most spend the weekend. I assume you will attend, as I have the keys to your shorts. Unless you prefer to remain in them until Monday!"

"No sir, tomorrow is long enough! I thought as I began to squirm in the warming lube. My hands wanted to reach down and squeeze my cock, but I figured it better to show some control. What about now.....what should I do?" I asked as I stood there, feeling naked and horny, dressed only in a pair of rubber shorts.

"John, get dressed of course!" he said as he handed me my clothes.

In shock after the recent developments, I dressed again in my suit, locked rubber jockeys hidden beneath. I found myself blushing as I returned to the office, wondering what I would tell my friends in the office. When I entered the work space, I was greeted by the one thing I didn't expect.....

Thunderous applause!

They knew! Thumbs up and grabs to their own crotches told me I wasn't the only one nursing a rubbered cock and a raging hard on! They had all experienced Paul's summons to the office and the "gift!" How they had kept the secret I'll never know!

Jack, one of the guys I had gotten close to came over to my desk.

"John, it's about time you joined our society, we've been taking bets on when the boss would approach you. I 'm really glad you decided to stay with the firm."

"Thanks Jack," I said, "this was a shock, but I must admit, not without pleasure."

"John, I don't mean to be pushy but we need to discuss this weekend. This is the bosses required weekend and you are now expected to be there. Why don't I pick you up later tonight, and we can go together."

"Do I need to bring anything? Clothes, what?"

"John, all you need to bring is yourself in those great rubber shorts. If you've got anything else at home that turns you on, wear it! The rest will be taken care of."

I went home wondering what was in store for me. The shorts were hot and I was building up a sweat inside not to mention my cock rubbing against the tight rubber of the shorts. What was worse was that I had to piss, and I couldn't see a way to do it without making a mess. I went into the bathroom, stripped everything off and got into the tub. As I laid there, locked in my rubber shorts, I slowly began to relieve myself, the warm liquid flowing onto my body, trapped, and then running down around my legs as well as filling up the space around my ass. Maneuvering my hands around to the back, I discovered the zip had no lock. I thanked my lucky stars for small favors. I opened it and wiggled around until most of the hot liquid was able to run down the tub and out the drain. However the movement, sweat, piss and excitement of being locked into these great shorts had me hard and ready to blow. I began to rub my stiff cock and before long I was pumping a load adding my own man cream to the already hot and slippery lube. Satisfied, at least for now, I stood, rinsed, toweled off and dressed in my favorite leather jeans and a rubber shirt. I finished it off with my pair of paratrooper boots and waited for Jack, my hand resting on my bulge, massaging my tool, impatient for the weekend to start. Within minutes he appeared, also wearing tight leather pants, a military shirt and boots.

"John, glad to see you're ready," he said as he grabbed my dick and slapped me on the back! "Nothing like starting out hard! I think I had better fill you in about what else you are going to experience this weekend."

We headed to his jeep as he continued.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of this great looking guy, and as we sat in the jeep, I found my hand itching to return a welcoming stroke to his dick, obvious in his skin tight pants. Jack too noticed,

"John, make yourself at home, what's mine is yours!"

Immediately I reached over and began to rub his now stiff tool.

"I think I'm going to get along real well with you my friend, as a huge grin spread across his face. Keep that up, and we'll have a head start on the activities, but I've got to concentrate on describing what you're in for tonight, so go easy boy."

I smiled and eased up my grip on his swelling cock.

"Basically the boss has created a "micro-society" on his grounds. There are four basic groups, the servants (slave types or guys who aren't working up to their potential at the office and are assigned servant duty) military police (tops who supervise, observe and direct activities around the house and grounds. They are also responsible for security and are allowed to interrupt and take part in any activity they observe.) active players (tops and bottoms into discipline, rubber, bondage, and experimentation,) and passive players (those not really into the scene of leather or rubber, but show up because they have to. These guys will wear the gear, but use the time to relax, and just be with each other. The whole thing works believe it or not. The only thing that bothers me is that every now and then a guy seems to disappear."

"Jack, what the hell do you mean disappear?"

"Just that, guys that are sharp, successful in the company, and well liked by the boss just vanish. Most of the rumors lead me to believe that the boss has his "secret select" those that really please him, become part of his private collection. There is a wing of the mansion that is forbidden to all. I assume they are there."

"Has anyone tried to find them Jack?"

"Yea, that's where I come in. Just between you and me, I'm active in the military aspect of this society, because it gives me a bit more freedom to search, besides, I dig the power and the gear! It is also what gives me control over you this weekend!"

"What do you mean control?"

"John, you have been assigned to me for the weekend, you might say I'm your mentor."

"Jack, I don't know about all this, I think I'm having second thoughts." although thinking about being part of a secret sex group was making me hard!

"Bit late for that man, we're here, and if you rub my dick any harder, I'm going to have to pull over and let you finish! Hang in there guy, we've got a lot of time for fun."

With a wicked grin I rubbed harder than ever and before Jack could protest he had crossed the line of no return, shooting a load of hot cum, coating the inside of his leather pants. As he finished, he whispered, Wow, what a welcoming committee! Take a look boy, we're there. Before me loomed the largest house I had ever seen, secluded in the woods, a tall wall surrounding it and disappearing over a hill. Jack buzzed in, and the gates swung open. We were greeted at the door by the “butler", a guy I knew from the investment department. He was wearing tight rubber jodhpurs, knee high boots, a white rubber shirt, and black coat with tails. He had on black surgical latex gloves, and a wide collar. He had on a head harness, but no gag at his mouth.

"Greetings gentlemen. You have been expected. Please proceed to the wardrobe to select your attire for the weekend. Assembly will be at 8 sharp."

"Jack, that is one hot looking guy. Is everyone dressed like that? "

"No, some are better." he replied.

I was lead through the mansion, surrounded by men in all stages of dress. It appeared the "servants" had on heavy collars, boots, and a body harness. Most had gags in their mouths and plugs up their asses. They were, for the most part attending to the needs of the other guests, bringing drinks, food, one was even acting as a footstool for one rubber clad hunk.

We passed a wall adorned with 3 men, spread eagled, balls heavily weighted, huge gags forced into mouths barely visible on heads covered in severe hoods. Their pricks were painfully pulled into chastity devices, and there were about 20 clothespins over each of their bodies. As men passed by they would stop and remove a pin and replace it somewhere else on bodies that would flinch and twist with pain as they reacted to the act.

"Jack, what the hell is that all about?"

"Those are the guys who didn't make their quotas this month John. I suggest you keep yours up. Later they are taken down, and well "wrapped" for the night. Tomorrow they will be able to better enjoy themselves, their punishment being served."

"Talk about motivation" I said, what happens to the guys that are at the top of the list?

"Make it there buddy and you won't be disappointed!" was all Jack said.

We finally arrived at the "wardrobe room" and found it, empty.

"Most of the others arrived earlier John, We need to pick something out for you. I'll be dressed in the designated uniform for the military."

Jack pulled out a very tight one piece latex suit. I helped him out of his traveling clothes, thrusting my hand into the spunk coating the inside of his jeans. Rubbing it over his body as lube I began to assist him into the suit. His man scent swelled up out of his leather jeans and I couldn't help offering to add some lube with my ready tongue. Eagerly he accepted my face in his crotch, sucking on his dick, licking his thighs, and working my way around to his ass. As he pulled the suit up, I discovered that his cock was to fit into a very tight sheath and ball sack, and then covered by a wide zippered flap. My tongue worked its way into the sheath and over his throbbing prick. With another handful of cream from his jeans he was soon able to slide himself into the tight rubber tube, but I was unwilling to stop. I sucked his rubbered tool into my mouth and swallowed him up to his balls. Greedily pulling on his dick, my fingers found his ass and began working another sheath up his hot channel. Before long Jack's body stiffened and his hot cock swelled even more. I could feel the hot liquid of his manhood filling his sheath, and running down to coat his balls. My mentor would be well lubed on patrol tonight!

As Jack began to resume his normal breathing, and while stroking my head, he finally was able to speak.

" Shit John, you are one hell of a new cadet! Twice in less than an hour! We have got to find something special for you buddy!"

We continued to work the tight suit up Jacks body. It zipped up the front and ended in a wide, tight crew neck. Over this he added a very heavy military style, short rubber jacket, light black gloves, knee high rubber boots and a utility belt, equipped with handcuffs, restraints, a rubber nightstick, and instead of a bottle of pepper spray, a bottle of lube! The outfit was topped off with an impressive military style peaked officers hat. This man looked impressive and he then turned his attention to me.

Out of those clothes boy, we've got to gear you up. As I dropped my clothes, Jack had moved closer and as the locked rubber shorts appeared he moved near and fell to his knees. Boy, I don't always do this, but seeing that you helped me out a bit, I suppose I could return the favor. Smiling he sucked my hard rubber wrapped dick into my mouth and began long, forceful caresses up and down my shaft. The strong smells of my cum , sweat, and piss really affected Jack and before long he was breathing hard right along with me. Before I knew it I had grabbed his head and stiffened in his hot mouth. For the second time this night, I filled my rubber briefs with hot cum. Satisfied, I released his head and dropped to the bench. Jack slowly got up, grinning wickedly and went to the cupboards.

"Well John, there is a lot to choose from here, we have the basic body harnesses, military gear, cat suits, jeans, shirts and boots. But what I think I would like to see that hot little ass of yours is down here."

He went to the farthest cupboard and opened it.

John, this gear is for special men. It's not used very often, because there aren't many guys that can handle it for a weekend, but I think you are the man to do it."

He pulled out a suit made of heavy rubber, and covered with buckling straps. The arms ended in straight jacket style, there was a wicked hood, with several tubes, and attached feet . It would take Houdini to get into it, and once inside you would be at the mercy of your owner. The funny thing is that once I saw it, I knew it was for me. Eagerly I moved toward it, while Jack held it out.

"What do you think boy, can you handle this for a couple of days?"

My mind said no, but my mouth said yes. Pleased, Jack began to open up the suit.

"Sit down John, and we'll work your feet in."

We pulled my feet into the boots and began working the suit up my legs.

"Hey, Jack, what about these locked shorts?" I asked.

"Sorry John, they stay on. The holder of those keys is the one and only Master Paul!

When we got the suit to my crotch, we had to remove the buckling straps on the shorts and work my already rubbered cock into another ever heavier rubber sheath. We squeezed a generous amount of lube into the tight tube. My balls were forced into another constricting sack and Jack had to work an even heavier rubber buckling strap around them to keep them in place. We worked my arms into the thick sleeves and finally pulled the hood over my head. There were eye holes covered with dark lenses, as well as nose and mouth openings. As Jack finished closing me in, I couldn't help but think I had made a mistake. He pushed me down to the bench and began working at the hood. Tubes were inserted into my nostrils, and fastened to the top of the hood, allowing me to breath limited amounts of fresh air. A soft gag was pushed into my mouth and inflated to the point of not being able to pull it out, but not severe enough to cause a lot of discomfort. There was a tube inside it and a bag hanging from the end, I assumed a sort of breather bag that at this time was not functional. I had a feeling, that would probable change throughout the weekend. Jack began to buckle the straps surrounding my head, that pulled and caressed at the same time. The sensation was fucking unbelievable! He worked his way down my body, strapping my arms across my chest, and pulling them around my back. Again, more straps, securing and tightening. As he worked his way to my crotch, the sensations continued to expand and surround me.

At my crotch, he bucked straps around my tool, pulling and insuring I could be kept hard as long as someone wanted me that way. A weight was added around my balls and my cock was pulled up and fastened to the front of the suit. Straps pulled tightly up my ass and attached to my arms and waist finished the mid section. All down the legs and even around my feet, straps were pulled and adjusted. As Jack finished, he came at me with the last piece of hardware, a very wide collar and chain.

"Got to let people know you belong to me old buddy. Shit you look hot. I won't be able to keep the guys off you! But we can't play now rubber boy, got to get us to the assembly!"

I was led through the halls, hot and sweaty already, sucking air through two tiny tubes strapped to my head. Guys stopped and stared, many reached out and touched. I was so excited that I almost had another climax, just walking down the hall! When we finally got to the assembly Jack led me to the wall along the front of the room.

"Got to park you here guy, you're the star attraction tonight!"

He led me to a small alcove in the wall, right up front and fastened my chain to a large hook above me. My feet were fastened by a large metal shackle and spreader bar to the wall also. I was going nowhere. As men streamed into the hall, dressed from light to severe, they came to admire and feel Jack's work. Over and over my cock was pressed, rubbed and stroked. As heavy as it was, I still felt sensations, enough to be exciting, but not enough to finish me off!

Suddenly, the assembly got quiet and found seats. A procession of sorts came down the middle, and I realized it was all of the guys in military attire. Followed by Master Paul, adorned in a dazzling rubber military suit. It had obviously been molded to his body, for every muscle was well defined and moved with him, not an air pocket or wrinkle was out of place. His cock was huge and certainly his pride. It was encased in thin form fitted rubber, and hung in front of him, thick, swollen and throbbing with excitement. I don't know what kept the men from attacking him! He wore a peaked cap, gloves and thigh high glossy black boots to finish off the look.

He welcomed everyone, and as he examined the assembly, his eyes fell on me. For a moment, he hesitated, then continued. I swore he licked his lips as he went on. Paul spoke of the importance of working together, his belief in bonding and some aspects of his "micro-society." Profits were up and he attributed the success to he unique method of training men. Finally he finished, invited everyone to dinner, and hoped they would enjoy the rest of the weekend. Before leaving the hall, he spoke to the two guards on his either side. They came over to me and unfastened the restraints keeping me on the wall. Jack immediately came over and complained.

"Hey guys, I went to a lot of work creating this masterpiece, he's mine for the weekend."

"Sorry sir, Master Paul has requested that he be escorted to his private suite."

Without further argument, I was rapidly led through the maze of halls and passed through what appeared to be a security door into another part of the mansion.

We descended a series of stairs and proceeded into what had to be a vast underground complex. My silent guards took me to a small dark room. A light came on illuminating a padded table in the center. The walls were covered with leather, as well as the table. I was strapped down and left, like a centerpiece at a banquet, a single light illuminating my encased body. Before long, Master Paul entered and examined me carefully. The tubes in my nose were whistling with my rapid breathing, the gag in my mouth already getting sore. Master Paul came over to me and began stroking my head. Before I knew it, he had turned a valve and my air was cut off. Reflexes took over and I attempted to suck air through my gag and to my relief found the bag hanging from my face begin to expand and deflate as I gasped for air. Within seconds though I realized it was a rebreather and knew before long the carbon dioxide I was inhaling would soon make me sleepy. Fear registered on my face as Master Paul loomed over me, a serious look on his masculine face.

"Just slow down John, I have no intention of hurting you. Rebreath that air so you don't hyperventilate. I'll restore some fresh air shortly. As my heart began to slow down a bit and my breathing became a bit more regular, true to his word, fresh air was added to the mix. Helpless, but at least safe for the time being, I began to relax.

"Good boy, this has been a night of revelations for you hasn't it! I have a few more and then we can move on to things more exciting. I was quite pleased to see you displayed tonight in the assembly hall. I must confess, I have hoped for this moment from the day I hired you. At this point you must make a decision that will change the course of your life for good my boy. You are now in my private complex. I have developed a select group of men, that I call the "Elite Corps". These men have disappeared from the world for all intents and purposes. They live here, work here and play here. These men are dedicated to me, and to a life in rubber, completely on a volunteer basis. No one is forced to remain, to a man, they are here my choice. They own nothing, but for the rubber I provide them. They run my private affairs and investments, monitor the accounts at the firm, prepare the house for the weekends and provide for my entertainment as well as their own. We are constantly experimenting with rubber, as well as bondage and discipline. I remain the Master, but there is room for others to learn leadership roles. I think you will find this life exciting as well as demanding."

"If you choose not to participate in my offer, I am afraid you will not be allowed to return to your previous life. I value my privacy as well as the secret of my "Elite Corps". I will provide you with an excellent job as well as living accommodations, over seas in one of my foreign holdings. Any contact after that will not be looked upon with pleasure."

"Throughout the night my men will entertain you after we have finished, and I will expect an answer in the morning. Do you understand the conditions?"

My mind was wheeling, this had turned out to be a life change, not just a weekend. Could I live a life like this? I nodded as well as my confines allowed me and Paul smiled.

"Now for some entertainment."

Paul moved to the side of the table and depressed a button. The table began to lower and he was able to move himself in a straddle position over me. He began stroking my head, and rubbing his cock over my gag and eye pieces. Soon he was hard and I could see that even his veins showed through the light latex. Suddenly he moved away and went to a cupboard against the wall. I strained to see what he had, but couldn't make it out. Soon I knew as a vibrator was clamped around my heavily rubbered cock. Paul again straddled me and began to remove the gag in my mouth. I gladly gasped for lungs full of fresh air as he gave me a few moments to adjust. The vibrator was doing its work, and I soon was sucking more air. Paul was rubbing his cock across my lips and my tongue began to flick out and caress it. Soon Paul began thrusting his huge swollen cock into my mouth. My air supply was only what I could pull through my mouth around his tool as he forced it down my throat. Soon, with this hot action, we were both ready to shoot. As I arched my back, again filling the rubber pants, now wet and full of cum, Paul trust deep into my throat and blocked all air as he filled his sheath over and over. The sensation of shooting and being denied air at the same time was so overpowering that I fell back against the table, exhausted and spent, hoping for just a lung full of air, unable to signal or beg. Paul finally pulled out, shuddering from his climax, grinning wildly. I gasped for breath, relieved and forgetting for the moment that there was more to come.

"There aren't many boys that can take me all the way like that John, I think we'll become very close if you choose to stay. Now I promised the boys their turn. You have a night to think and enjoy!" he said as he thrust the gag back into my mouth, pumping it to the max. He opened the valves controlling the air to my nose and left.

Within minutes a group of the most physically perfect men entered the room in a variety of rubber wear. Among them happened to be Jack!

"Greetings boy, don't suppose you expected to see me here did you! Master Paul has to have someone on the outside, searching for new recruits now doesn't he!"

The night passed quickly, as the men fucked and played with the "new" rubber boy toy. I can't remember how many times I pumped my shorts full of spunk. When morning came, the crew gently began to undo my bonds. As the heavy suit slipped off, water pouring from it, eager hands worked on my sore muscles as well as my locked shorts, now full with my juices. When they were finally opened, to my surprise, eager tongues shot out to lick away every last drop from my body as well as in the shorts! As we finished cleaning up, Paul came in, still impeccable dressed and asked for my answer.

"Sir, I would be a fool to pass this up. I have nothing of real value in the outside world, count me in as part of your "Elite Corps"!

Cheers went up, eager hands led me to a room that would be mine. Leather and rubber covered every possible surface and there was a large closet filled with leather and rubber wear of every imaginable design and function.

"Report in 2 hours John, my mentor Jack said, we've got a lot of stocks to evaluate today. Wear whatever catches your eye, I'm sure you'll attract the look of others."

"By the way, have I told you about the alternative activities we offer at lunch? Less fattening and definitely more fun!"

I couldn't wait!