buyer beware 1

Author: catdude
Title: buyer beware
Date: 04 May 2005

I drove along the street keeping a eye out for the address my friend had given me it was a lazy Friday arvy so there wasn’t to much traffic, against all the odds there was apparently a fairly awesome sex shop hidden in this quiet looking street. I eventually found it and was immediately impressed by its concealment, merely a unassuming street number on the front of a normal looking building, none of the usual flashing lights and gaudy signs that usually denoted this type of shop. Underground off street parking was also available, obviously for those people who make themselves stand out more before they enter sex shops by frantically looking left and right before entering one. I turned into the park and was surprised at the number of cars already down there, clearly this place had very good word of mouth.

I entered the front of the store and that was pretty much where the subtle and muted tones ended, right at the front of the store was a cage with a dude in it, I stopped and watched for a while, not that the guy would know of course, he was fairly occupied. His head was encased in a tight rubber hood, no eye or mouth holes, and only two small tubes for the nose, he was breathing heavily through these and causing a faint whistling noise, a heavy collar around his neck with D rings on the sides looked like they where for securing busy hand to, this wasn’t necessary because he was in a rubber straight jacket, I admired the shiny material that was obviously rather strong since this lad had a handsome muscular build. He was naked below the waist except for his ankles which where bound together by some ankle restraints and a cb3000, which was doing a good job of containing a monster cock, which was a very uncomfy purple colour. The cage had a padded bottom and was wide enough to allow him to rock onto his side but not wide enough to let him roll all the way over, he would be very comfortable if he was laying still, instead he was frantically bucking his hips and struggling against the restraints of the jacket. It was fun to watch for a while but the rest of the shop was putting out a siren call that I could no longer resist so I ventured further back.

The shop was very impressive, a path down the middle, with very defined mannequins dressed in a assortment of whatever was down the line of shelves they stood in front of, further down there where small tables with assorted dildos and plugs on them, if tasteful was a word that could be applied to a sex shop, it would be used to describe this ones lay out. I glanced at the mannequins near the front as I strolled down, dressed in assorted leather pieces and hoods, these gave way to fetish clothing, army uniforms, police uniforms ect, and then nearest to the counter, black, shiny, rubber. I slowed my pace right down and admired each of these, the rubber polished to such a sheen they nearly glowed, tight vests chaps and hoods. I was running my eye over a torso mannequin dressed in a maroon rubber t and a rubber chocker with a rubber ball gag in its blank face when a cute shop assistant bounced up beside me. I glanced at him, he was wearing a black mesh midriff and cut-off denim shorts. He was my height and looked around my age (23) had my build (slim with definition in the legs and pecs and smooth stomach but no 6 pack) he gave me a lazy grin, ‘hot isn’t it?’ I grinned back, ‘yea, love rubber, which reminds me, how do apply for that position in the cage, is there a add in the paper I should look out for?’ He gave a laugh ‘Nah he is a regulars boi, in for a endurance test, its been 9 hours and he is starting to get a little sick of it I think, unfortunately his top isn’t coming to pick him up till tomorrow morning.’ I chatted some more with this cute store attendant who’s name turned out to be Trevor, about general interests, we shared a lot, we where both into rubber, and long term restraint and both bottoms. Then he asked me if I was just a browser playing a bit of pocket pool or if I had come to buy something. ‘Actually I am after a certain type of rubber gasmask that I have been looking for everywhere.’ I described it to him, sleek with the eyes slightly wider apart then most, no tube but a short brass valve. Trevor listened nodding then smiled, ‘your in luck mike we just got a shipment of those type in today, a lot of people have been chasing them, we haven’t even unpacked them yet, come check them out.’ He led me through the store to the back, through a door marked ‘staff only’ and into the back loading dock area, there where various crates here and there, Trev started digging through a few of them, we kept chatting while he searched, he was finishing soon and had a big play session planned which included a gasmask just like the one I was after. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and pulled out a mask, my heart gave a leap, it was exactly what I was after, he tossed it to me and I turned it over, he also tossed me another rubber item which turned out to be a bit gag, ‘they go together well, those gags are comfy for longer term sessions cause they don’t stretch the jaw to much but trying to make any coherent noises with it in is nearly impossible.’ I nodded and turned it over in my hand, I told him I would take both and he nodded, ‘ hang a sec and I will throw in a bottle of polish for free, since you have such awesome taste’ he told me to wait while he ducked back into the store part I handed him my card so he could ring everything up while he was in there, I planned to try and keep him chatting out here for a while longer to see if I couldn’t score a play session with him one time, if he was a pure bottom then I would probably be happy to top him, tho I really prefer to bottom myself.

I looked around the loading dock area and a flash of light in the corner caught my eye, I noticed it came from a mirror reflecting the outside light coming through the partially open back door. I strolled over to the mirror and slipped the gag on, the bit sat comfortably in my mouth, Trev was right, it was impossible to make any noise that was decipherable in it, I glanced down at the hood in my hands, I had waited so long to get one that I couldn’t wait another minute to see what it would be like. I pulled it on, it was tight and I had a little trouble getting it to sit comfortably over my ears, I tugged and pulled a little more and soon had it fitting nicely, I checked out my reflection in the mirror and instantly got hard, the black hood looked awesome against my tight white t and baggy blue jeans. I was just about to pull it off when the back door to the loading dock was opened and a guy rushed in, I was surprised and spun around, he was about my height but that’s where the similarities ended, this guy was super pumped, and I very much doubted that it had been achieved without the help of some sort of steroids, but he moved with such energy and had such a open friendly face that made up for his physical intimidation. He spotted me and didn’t seem surprised in fact he bounded over to me I was so shocked at this approach that I was rooted to the spot, ‘ah Trev, I didn’t think you would be ready, I know you where expecting Josh but he couldn’t make it, he will pick you up from the factory when your all ready. Oh yea he says sorry if you have been trying to ring him but his mobile is fucked.’ He spun me around and grabbed my wrists and it was only then that I snapped out of my immobility, this dude thought I was Trevor! I tried to struggle and tried to make any kind of sense through my gag, I cursed myself for not taking the three second to take it off. The dude stopped what he was doing, ‘geeze I forgot how much you like to get ‘in’ to the scene, fine I will play along but I really am in a bit of a hurry dude.’ He pushed me up against the wall and nocked the wind out of me, while I gasped for breath he pulled my hands together and I felt metal cuffs tightly attached nearly to the point of causing me to cry out in pain, then suddenly I was turned back around and picked up and slung over this dudes shoulder, ‘there ya happy? Now lets get going, your weekend of fun is waiting.’ He was holding me in place with one arm and grasping my legs together with the other, trying to kick him would probably be a bad idea cause he might think ‘Trevor’ wanted to play harder. I was momentarily blinded as we entered into the sunlight, then my eyes adjusted, then we stopped, he had obviously parked right up against the back of the shop, I heard a door opened and I was unceremoniously dumped in the back of a jeep, this caught me slightly off guard and I was momentarily stunned, he grabbed a thick pair of leather ankle restraints and strapped them round my ankles over my jeans. Then slammed the back of the jeep shut and jumped into the drivers side. I felt the jeep start off then lurched slightly as we took off, he wasn’t kidding about being in a hurry!

As we wizzed along to who knows where my mind was spinning, this was one hell of a fuckup! I tried to calm down, there would really be no mistaking me for Trevor once they took my mask off, and no doubt Trevor would wonder where the fuck his ride was when he finished, and if he thought about it really hard might work out why I had mysteriously left my credit card and done a runner, no doubt he would call the dude who was supposed to pick him up, but this dude had said that ‘Josh’ whoever the fuck that was, didn’t have a working mobile at the moment, so I would have to wait for them to take the hood off. I tried to relax as I was tossed around in the back of the jeep, I tried to reach the ankle restraints with my cuffed hands, if I made enough fuss they might get suss, unfort I couldn’t reach the clips on the restraints with my fingers, and soon gave up. After what seemed like a eternity I felt the jeep come to a stop and the engine shut off. A few secs later the back door was opened and the dude again picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, I had to admit being manhandled like this was a bit of a turn on. He chatted as he walked me to wherever the fuck we where going. ‘I am gonna be at the part tonight, can’t wait to see you in your new outfit. I gotta admit dude I couldn’t do half the shit you can, like agreeing with josh to be in that mask from the start of the weekend till the end? Phew, fuck that.’ He kept chatting about some other crap but I was no longer listening, my heart had not only stopped beating but had frozen into a solid block of ice, Trev had agreed to a whole weekend masked and gagged?!?!? I noticed that we had entered a building and could hear the guy calling out to people around him, I couldn’t see anything except his back, the mask gave the wearer slight tunnel vision.

I was placed in a chair and with a nod and a cheeky grin and a wave to me my kidnapper took off. I tried to get up but strong hands pulled me back into the chair I noticed it was a sort of old style dentist chair but covered in thick black leather. I felt hands uncuff my wrists but before I could move a single finger more hands grabbed my wrists and buckled restraint around them and then attached them to the chair sides with clips, soon I was laid back in the chair looking up, there was a older dude standing near a table and all around me guys where standing around getting stuff ready, the older guy looked over and saw that my hands had been attached to the chair sides and nodded, ‘ok you guys go get the other ones ready, I will start with this one, Bret uncuff his ankles and get his jeans off will ya?’ the guys all moved away except for the one that must be Bret who unbuckled the restraints around my legs, he quickly tugged my jeans down, trapping my legs and preventing me from kicking to much, then he placed the ankle restraints back on but this time attached them to either end of a spreader bar about a foot and half long and then somehow attached this to the chair. I had no idea what was going on, my cock was exposed (I don’t wear undies) and half hard, Bret gave it a appreciative glance and then headed off, the guy turned back around again from his table, when he saw my cock he raised a eyebrow and made a annoyed sound, ‘damn it, havn’t these guys ever heard of a ruler? 6 inches he tells me, if that’s 6 inches I’ll eat my fucking boots.’ I was half surprised, my 9 inch endowment often elicited many comments but very few negative ones. He sighed and then pull the table he had been busy with over to the side of the chair. I tried to tell him there had been a mistake but he ignored me, he snapped on a pair of latex gloves and picked up what looked like a thick metal cock ring up off the table, he whistled to himself as he pulled my cock and balls through it, none to gently mind you! I winced as he pushed particularly hard on my right nut. Since I was sitting up I had a fairly good view, the cock ring was really thick, and had a weird sort off bubble at the bottom of it. Next he picked up a catheter and in a very no nonsense manner greased it up and inserted it, it was that kind of pain that makes you go rigid, and stars appear in front of your eyes, when the stars cleared I was covered in a cold sweat, I watched the urine that had been in my bladder drain into a bag at the end of the tube, when this was done he took a clip and clipped it onto the tube about 4 inches fro the tip of my cock, he then cut the tube just below the clip. He then grabbed a weird pan, it was like one of those kidney shaped hospital dishes except it had a semi-circle part cut out of the inner bend and was slightly bowed, the question was answer when he rested it under my cock and balls, the cut out allowed my cock and balls to sit in the dish, he moved the end of the catheter tube so that it sat on the other side of the pan. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he held it in place with one hand and poured a warm black liquid over it from a pan with his other hand. He made an annoyed noise as I half jumped, ‘cut it out, or I will give you a taste of what that shock ring can do!’ my heart froze again (this was becoming a regular thing) what the hellz did he mean shock ring? I watched in horrified fascination as he completely covered my cock and balls with the warm goop, my cock had been at half mast when he put the cockring on but had gone soft from the contact of very warm/hot liquid. Whatever it was cooled quickly and from the way that he was moulding it seemed to solidify, he shaped and moulded it as it dried until I had a nearly perfect sphere where my cock and balls had been with the tip of the catheter tube poking out and pointed slightly backwards, it was a sort of dull black colour, he removed the pan and grabbed a bottle and a cloth he poured the contents of the bottle onto the cloth and then polished my sphere till it was a shiny black of…..RUBBER! he gave a satisfied grunt, ‘there that wasn’t so bad, YO BRET! THIS ONE IS DONE!’ me moved to the side and unclipped my hands and refastened them in front of me and unclipped my ankles from the spreader bar but left the restraints around my ankles. Bret appeared beside me again and the dude tossed him a small black remote, ‘here he seems like a bit of a handful, but he’s got the shock ring on so just give him a zap if he starts playing silly buggers.’

Bret gave a grin and helped me sit up and put my feet on the floor, I was half stunned as he led me across the room that I didn’t really look around, I contemplated trying to run but I really didn’t want to risk getting my cock and balls zapped, we walked over to a area with a whole heap of gym bags on a table and stopped, Bret gave me a grin ‘well lets see what we have to get you dressed in.’ he moved around the bags reading the tags attached till he found the one that obviously belonged to me, he gave a grunt and dragged me over to the far wall of the room where there where a whole heap of dressing room style booths. We entered one and he flipped the curtain across, my horror about all of this was starting to fade a little, it’s a little hard to stay scared when your being handled buy hot guys, in what would be considered a jerk off situation in any other context. The theme for Bret and the other guys I had seen around seemed to be, ‘built not born’ they had that solid build, not the gym toned and defined look, but solid muscle. He opened the bad and tipped its contents onto the bench and inside its rubber prison my cock twitched, painfully I might add, since it couldn’t grow. A pair of black 20 hole docs and a large pile of rubber had been in the bag, Bret made a noise of approval in the back of his throat, he then turned and unclipped my wrists and took the restraints off, I reached up quickly for the mask but he was quicker his hands flew to his belt where the remote was and my hands flew down to the rubber sphere encasing my cock as spasms of pain shot through my cock and bals, I was literally kneeling on the floor in agony before he stopped, ‘geeze Greame was right, you’re a right little handful aren’t you? Lets not try that again huh?’ I nodded, and I meant it, any thoughts of trying to get the mask off had fled, I would play along with this and not play up again cause that shock had fucking hurt, and I was getting the impression that it had only been a warning one. I got up a little jelly legged and Bret pointed a finger to the pile of clothes, he leant against the wall as I dressed, casually holding the remote for the shock ring in his hand encase I made another attempt at freedom, something I had no intention of risking again.

I sorted through the clothing and worked out what order I would have to put the stuff on, I grabbed a pair of rubber gloves that came up to my arms and pulled them on, everything had been talked and had that dull grey look of talked rubber, but I knew once it was polished up I would shine like greased darkness. Once the gloves where on I pulled on a pair of rubber shorts, it had a reasonable sized plug built in, nothing I couldn’t handle, I located a bottle of lube and lubed the plug up and then squeezed some on my ass. I sat down on the seat forcing the plug in slowly, this is the best way I have found to insert plugs soon the widest part popped past my sphincter and I stood up and pulled the shorts all the way up, enjoying that warm full feeling that comes from a buttplug, the shorts had the crotch missing and I manipulated my sphere through the opening. Next was a catsuit, the opening was in the back and it was a tight fit, Bret helped me slide into the inside of the suit, and tugged and pulled the rubber around me, again there was no crotch in this suit and I manipulated the sphere through. There end of the sleeves where open but because of the sleeves I would not be able to take the gloves off without first taking off the catsuit. Bret zipped me up at the back and I felt the rubber suit grip me slightly tighter. He grabbed a small padlock that was in the pile and I heard a click, and knew I was now locked in this suit, the neck of the suit was farily high and since the mask came to about halfway down my neck the two overlapped slightly, I grabbed a collar that was on top of the pile and handed it to Bret I didn’t want him thinking I was making another bid for freedom when putting the collar on. He fastened it around my neck tightly at the point where the suit and mask overlapped, I was now basically trapped in this outfit. He had me sit down and put on my boots, there was a pair of long white socks even thought the suit had built in feet. I laced the boots up and then stood up, I held out my hands so that the last item, a pair of rubber fist mits. Could be fastened on, they had locks on the buckles and once they where done up Breat locked them up, I could now not get out of any of my clothing my hands where useless, my fate was now well and truly sealed.

I followed Bret out of the dressing room, this time I had a look around, we where in a large wharehouse, the floor area was full of people moving around doing stuff, but everything was sorta temporary, tressle tables and stuff that suggested they could be moved easily, and over in one corner I saw a band setting up and a bar being assembled in the other corner, there was obviously going to be a large party here. Bret led me over to a area near the large entrance, against the wall there was a whole heap of black boxes, I realized some had heads poking out of them, one had a gasmask on, another was a inflatable one, the last was a weird sort of dog head shaped hood, on the front of the boxes was printed names, ‘boi ted’ ‘fiddo’ and second from the end ‘slut Trevor’ I realized that was mine, Bret opened the box, it split in two halves there was a bench that could be adjusted for height and manacles on chains to keep the boys hands from wondering while locked up. Bret adjusted the bench height then I sat down and he fastened my useless hands into the manacles, there was a semi circle cut out of the front of the bench in the middle and a bucket underneath, Bret positioned my rubber sphere so that it sat in the curve and then removed the clip from the end of the catheter. He stepped back and swung the two halves together. The top sat snugly against my collar, meaning I couldn’t turn my head much. Bret then produced a very serious looking padlock from his pocket and locked it on the front of the box. “there ya go, only your master has the key to the lock, so no one can steal ya away but him’ he gave me a grin and placed the shock control next to my head, ‘of course anyone could wonder up and test that out! So you better stay quiet and not draw attention to yourself’ he laughed and wandered off to the band area, I thought of the irony of being so safe from any strangers kidnapping me while I sat in the box and waited, for what?