JAN AND THE SEWERMAN by frglee
Jan knew he wanted something different that night. And when he met the tall and masculine workerguy in the bar,he had felt oddly attracted to this unkempt and slightly smelly rubberman,outrageously standing in a gay bar in his dirty sewerman’s rubber workgear,fresh from cleaning out the shit from the tunnels and sluices earlier that day below in the very street the bar was in.
The barmen knew Peter the sewerman from old,he was part of the scenery of the sleazier part of the gay district,and Peter liked nothing more than working a late shift underground,then climbing out of the manhole,tidying the kit into the truck,sluicing himself down from the mobile watertank behind the truck,saying goodnight to his workmates then walking over to the bars without changing. Many a cute young guy had been quite hypnotised by this rubberman in shiny smelly muddy waders,but Jan was not to know that,and that just like them,he was to be quite transfixed by this hunk in dirty old rubber workgear.
The gear was not all quite the authentic issued sewermen’s kit of course,and when the Municipal Sewers Authority inspector came round Peter just hauled on his regulation PVC oversuit over the rubbers and nothing was ever said. He was a good worker and got the job done,ever happy to work antisocial hours. Though there was some team work with the other gangers,often Peter worked alone down in the safer tunnels,with mates on the surface connected by rope and the sewerphone. He’d be wearing his favourite thick crotch high rubber waders with metal studded soles and steel insoles,toe and ankle caps covered in cleated yellow rubber. He always wore his old thick wetsuit,with a modified zipped codpiece,elbow length black rubbergloves and heavy rubber belt,to which the funky industrial yellow and black hefty and clunky rubber waders were attached by thick rubber straps.
Peter always felt wet,tight,sexy and hot in his thick tight dirty rubber wetsuit as he shovelled the muck in the pipes,sometimes on his knees in the fetid water. His impressive dick would swell and push against the rubber codpiece and was much admired by his workmates at the top of the manhole. Peter loved his gear and lived in it,day and night. Under rubber sheets he even slept in it. Peter loved his job too,from the first day when as a teenage trainee,he had climbed down the metal rungs of the sewage inspection pipe into this dark wet wonderland.
The sewer worker’s baptism-style initiation,when Peter was thrown into the filthy water by an older sewerman was a real shock,but as he surfaced everyone laughed and they pulled him out, slapped him on the back,and teenage Peter knew that he was immediately accepted as one of the gang. Over time he became stronger and more muscular due to the hard physical work and people in the bars were often suprised to find he had never been to a gym in his life. Twenty years later Peter still enjoyed his work,and because of his intense gear interest,the sewerman’s private and work life had gradually morphed into one existance. His home was in the old scruffy industrial part of the city centre - an old workshop that bit by bit he had converted to a basic but functional apartment. With an impressive cellar,that had been the important thing.
But his real home were the tunnels under the city. Down in the sewers it was warm and felt very comforting. Down there in the slime and dank,Peter felt it was his kingdom,he was master of all he surveyed,and although there was the odd rebellious rat to cope with,Peter was truly in his element.
And young Jan was soon about to find out what that element was too. A quiet student at the university,but into darker things than the Botany he was studying,Jan gradually spent more and more of his spare time in the bars in the rougher end of the gay district. Some of the leather bars had been a bit unwelcoming when he first explored them,as he was inexperienced he did not understand the rules and etiquette of the scene too well,and he was even a bit intimidated and frightened by these guys. Generally,Jan felt happier in the more mixed bars where a lot of the rubber and leathermen went to socialise before the main fetish clubs opened.
Dressed in jeans, armyboots and a leather blouson over a black T shirt he was cute enough,with long blond hair and a boyish face. He’d played a fair bit with guys like himself,but Jan seemed to feel something was missing. He was certainly already getting very bored with conventional sex scenes,even though only 20. But he seemed hesitant about the next step. He loved rubber and boots especially,but had had few scenes where he could really explore these interests,and as a student,he had not got too much money to buy the gear he loved. Guys his own age seemed to be more into conventional stuff anyway.
Boots and waders had certainly always been a great interest and as he stared at Peter in his waders he found himself getting very hard indeed,and his uncut dick started working its way down his jeans,leaking a little precum as it did so. Peter drinking at the bar,chatting to some old mates had noticed the boy when he had come in. He noticed the stiff dick in the lad’s jeans and he noticed the dab of precum leaking through. Jan had not been able to keep his eyes off the tall muscled rubberman. But Peter wanted a beer and wanted to relax first.
Half an hour later,quite confident the boy was still interested,Peter walked over to him,the steel studs in the thick wadersoles clacking loudly across the tiled floor of the bar. Several eyes looked at him appreciatively,but Peter was only interested in the young blonde guy. They each smiled and introduced themselves to each other. They got talking. About Peter’s work mainly,which Jan seemed fascinated with,and then about Peter’s gear and the other bars and clubs in the city. They talked about the kinds of fetish scenes the lad had experienced generally which were a bit limited,then pretty soon,Jan mentioned how much he loved boots and rubber and that he wanted to try a rubber bondage scene.
Peter had slowly become a true bondage master over the years,being disinterested in any kind of normal sex with other men. He realised early that all he wanted was to control and immobilise attractive guys,perhaps even to demean and somehow reduce their beauty by mud and dirt….introducing them to his dark and dank world,especially the younger and better looking fit men,and this process entailed bondage. Having a very well equipped cellar under his house was the means to this end,paid for by a rich but married young solicitor from a well known family,who regularily submitted to long periods of discrete and anonymous heavy rubber bondage under Peter’s hand. This mutual arrangement had worked very well for both men. Peter’s wages were not generous and property,even run down workshops in the old industrial area,were so expensive in the city. The shell of the ground floor and cellar of the building were gifted to Peter,planning permission sought and cleverly won by the solicitor,for use change,then Peter was left to pay and get on with a building conversion that took several years,but was now complete.
Peter didn’t want to frighten Jan,so he asked him to describe a scene he might enjoy taking part in. Jan was surprisingly forthright and had an intelligent imagination,and seemed to be no innocent,although,in a sense,he was. Total rubber coverage,immobilisation for a long period seemed to be of great interest to Jan,though he had never actually experienced it. Boots had to be involved somewhere and the lad loved gas masks and had always wanted to be gassed or knocked out. Peter could read the craving desperation in the young man’s eyes. He knew Jan was his for the taking. He knew what the lad needed,and he could provide it easily as his cellar was presently set up for such a session.
Peter knew he wanted this boy as well,for his own pleasure,as he had with so many others. He loved owning and controlling these beautiful lads. He wanted the young guys to love him,but in return he wanted to immobilise, demean,entrap and debase them in inescapable tight rubber bondage. Most of all Peter wanted to cover and hide the beautiful faces and bodies of these blonde haired blue eyed lads,just as a butterfly collector traps beauty in a display case with pins and glue.
“I can provide you with an unforgettable tight inescapable rubber bondage scene tonight,and you can be let free when you want,but I would like you to let me decide how long you will stay in bondage. It would mean at least 24 hours.You may be treated a little roughly,but will not be hurt or harmed in any real way. I also wish you to submit to my young rubberslave who will assist me in providing your bondage immobilisation.” Peter smiled. “I take it those terms are agreable to you?” Jan nodded,unable to reply because his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest.
A short walk down empty old darkened industrial streets,a kilometer or so away from the clubs,they came to an old metal door which Peter unlocked and opened. He beckoned Jan to enter first,then the tall sewerman followed. Much to Jan’s surprise there was an apartment in there,and in the hall was a guy in full totally enclosing rubbergear,head to toe with a thick corrogated rubbertube connecting his old gasmask with silvered lens to the back of his thick black heavylatex suit. He was standing quietly to attention. Heavy rubber skinhead boots peered out from tight rubber pants,connected by steelclips to keep the pants taught and tight. Shoulderlength heavy industrial rubber gloves were clipped and strapped to his shoulders. Jan looked keenly at the corrugated neckseal of the suit,connected to a hood,over which was strapped the old design gasmask,a model he had never seen before but it looked very hot.
“This is my Rubber Skinhead slave.” intimated Peter.“He is gagged at all times and does not speak. He does as he is ordered,and he always follows my commands. I warn you,he is strong and can be violent,so it is best you do give him any reason to push you about”
Jan began to feel a bit frightened and Peter could see the fear welling up in his eyes. “Do as you are told and you will not come to any harm,in fact,you may even really enjoy what is about to happen to you.If you want to leave,you can leave now. And just remember,you can stop this anytime by just saying Stop.”
“No,“said Jan…"I’d like to stay,sir. And I won’t say Stop”
Turning to the Rubber Skinhead,Peter then barked: “The usual,I think! You know what to do!” and Peter left them,clanking down the metal stairs at the end of the hall. The Rubber Skinhead grabbed Jan’s jacket and jostled him away to a side room. Jan played the game and submitted to the roughness. He knew that it was expected of him.
Inside the side room,there was a wooden floor and black walls with small glass fronted chrome cupboards filled with rubber,chrome and plastic toys. From a hanger hung assorted rubber suits,straitjackets and rubber masks hung from the wall. On the floor was a pile of waders,and there were even heavy drysuits and divegear in one corner,shiny steel cylinders of air lined up on the floor. There were four large gas cylinders attached to the wall,two green and two blue,with steel tubes attached to a chrome wallpanel with gauges and valves.
Once inside The Rubber Skinhead roughly removed the lad’s clothes,pointing to Jan’s army boots which Jan unlaced and removed. Jan could see nothing of the face of the completely rubbercovered man…The one-way silvered lenses of the gasmask prevented any sight of the Rubber Skinhead’s eyes,though of course,the Rubber Skinhead could see Jan perfectly. Apart from grunts and breathing valves Jan could hear nothing. But he could smell warm rubber and piss. He noticed that the Rubber Skinhead’s gasmask tube was attached to a connecting port in the crotch,near his asshole. There was a reinforced rubber breathing port consisting of a heavy rubber patch with small holes between his balls and asshole.He guessed correctly that the rubber pervert was breathing his own rubbery pissy smell from wet pants inside his rubber suit. The air exhausted from a one-way valve at the side of the gasmask,thus the smell of warm rubbery piss in the expelled air.
Finally,Jan was naked standing in front of this threatening perverted rubber apparition. He shivered. From a shelf,the Rubber Skinhead reached for a small transparent plastic chastity device and clicked it around the lad’s dick and balls,then locked it into position. The chastity device began to hurt as Jan’s dick swelled but there was little he could do. Tight latex shorts were pulled up the lad’s legs,then a metal band placed around his waist with attached metal armbands at the side that locked into position,immobilising his arms just below the elbow. Locking the band securely,The Rubber Skinhead then placed a metal ring round the lad’s neck,clicking it shut. He then reached for a thick half body bondage bag which he lowered over Jan’s head,zipping it up at the back tightly,then buckling the attached heavy rubber belt over the steel band underneath.
His arms being immobilised at the side of his body was an odd but novel sensation for the lad. He struggled a bit before he realised he was quite unable to escape his bonds. The rubber bondage suit began to feel warm and wet and his genitals began to feel a bit sore,as his trapped dick tried to escape its own bonds. The Rubber Skinhead stuck his gloved fingers down the lad’s throat and Jan licked and sucked hungrily. Ruffling the long blond hair,the Rubber Skinhead had a sudden urge to shave it all off and demean and humiliate the cute lad,but he knew that was for his master to do later,and any infraction would mean his own harsh punishment.
But the Rubber Skinhead was allowed to have a few liberties,and pushed the helpless lad down to the floor to lick his heavy specially made clumpy rubber skinhead boots. Jan struggled to get onto his knees,then down to lie on the floor with bound arms but obeyed as fast as he could. He had been staring at the boots intently since he first saw the Rubber Skinhead and wanted to get his tongue around every groove and ridge. The steel clips that attached the boots to the skinhead jeans were of special interest,Jan had never seen anything like this before. Under the rubber jeans the Rubber Skinhead was wearing another two latex catsuits and felt tough and taut in his latex encapsulation. He shifted position and the rubber creaked and squeezed him tightly. His dick got stiff and stretched out like a horizontal rod in the soaking wet crotch rubbers of his suits. Momentarily his breathing tightened from the crotch vent being squeezed, but as he widened his legs a little,the warm pissy air once again flowed freely into the gasmask.
Pulling the lad up to his knees with a kick to enforce discipline,impressing to Jan with the message that he was to do as he was ordered with alacrity,the Rubber Skinhead grabbed Jan’s head and forced him to lick his rubbered crotch and the rubbered ridge in which his stiff dick was positioned. Jan licked and lapped and suckled and sucked on the rubber ridge as if it were his whole universe. Yes,he adored the smell and taste of hot wet pissy rubber. He adored the feel of his tongue on the stiff dick outlined in rubber. He adored this strong vicious Rubber Skinhead standing arrogantly over him. Meanwhile,the Rubber Skinhead looked down through his eyepieces at the blond longhaired pretty boy working on his multilayered rubber covered dick under his pants. For a moment the lad stopped for a breather,and,released by the gloved hands,looked up at the gasmasked pervert staring down at him,fondly ruffling through his long fair hair again…Jan’s intense blue eyes shining in the half light of the room,much appreciated by the young rubber thug staring down at him.
The Rubber Skinhead enjoyed boot action and gave the kneeling lad a few gentle kicks to his thighs and groin,enjoying hearing Jan gasping in discomfort,then his thick rubber gloved hands reached again for the lad’s head and pulled him hard to his crotch. Jan began licking and sucking the rubber ridge again. This time he could feel it begin to expand even further to the side of his rubber skinhead pants,and carefully licking the coronal ridge of the entrapped penis under the rubber layers,Jan worked even harder. Suddenly the Rubber Skinhead began to gasp and pulled Jan’s head violently in toward him pumping his dick against the lad’s sucking lips. The Rubber Skinhead inhaled deeply of his own warm pissy air coming up the breathing tube from his crotch. Pushing a small button on the left side of his gasmask,a heavy draught of amyl nitrite was added to his breathing mix. His head spun. He could hold on no longer. A sudden explosion in his head, and the Rubber Skinhead looked to the ceiling and twitched heavily as sperm squirted out under the rubberlayers,then a rictus pause, and again he and twitched squirmed and grunted through his rubber butterfly gag,pushing his crotch into the blonde twinks face again and again wanting to drain every drop of his cum. There was a long muffled groan from the sexed-up gasmasked rubberpervert,then he relaxed. As the amyl dissipated,a strong smell of gamey fresh sperm mixed with the piss gas rose up the gasmask tube. The Rubber Skinhead sighed in pleasure. Jan smiled,then continued to gently lick and caress his tongue against the softening rubber ridge in the rubber pants. Even though Jan’s dick was very sore and desperate for release in his chastity device under the rubber pants,he continued to titilate the rubber pervert with his tongue,as the Rubber Skinhead’s breathing began to return to normal.
All too soon,the rubber licking had to stop,as on the wall in the small black room a red light came on. This was the sign that Peter was ready for them. The Rubber Skinhead lifted Jan so he could stand and then,none too gently,pushed him out of the darkened room into the hall and down the metal steps to the cellar. At the bottom,he knocked on a metal door. A small window opened,then the heavy door was unlocked by Peter and opened,creaking on its hinges. The Rubber Skinhead pushed Jan into the darkened cellar,lit by a bare dim bulb and a yellow glow from a distant streetlight coming through a narrow skylight on the wall on the left.
Jan stood there held tightly by the gasmasked rubber skinhead behind him. Peter stood in front,beckoning him forward,dressed in the high shiny waders and the rubber wetsuit and waders that Jan had so admired in the bar a few hours earlier. The Rubber Skinhead laid his rubber gloved hand on Jan’s shoulder,holding him secure,as the lad looked with shock at the scene.
In front of him was Peter,holding a thick heavy rubber full bodybondage bag,with an attached hood,blindfolded goggles and pump up tubed butterfly gag complete with inflator bulb. Thick straps were ready to be tightened and the suit was to be laced up tightly with Jan himself inside,to be little more than a squirming rubber bondage slave within. Below him the heads of two rubbermasked and hooded rubberslaves,bound by wooden neck braces set and locked into the stone floor,stuck out of two pits in the concrete floor. A third empty pit,being filled with warm water, awaited the next victim. Jan knew that this was to be him. He gasped with fear. The two heads on the floor seemed to be in restless state,squirming,groaning and gasping for air. A not so playful tap on each,of a thick rubber steel toecapped wader on the head from Peter,and they became quieter.
Whilst Peter began to ready the bondage suit to encarcerate his victim,Jan studied the scene more carefully as he looked down to the floor. He realised the wooden locked lids ensured there was to be no escape from the pits for the squirming rubber prisoners. He noticed the two rubberprisoners were attired in quite different hoods. One was made of shiny steel,and had nostril tubes which continued through the wooden lid below the floor into the pit. It also had an inflatable gag and inflation bulb resting on the floor. The other hood consisted of a black rubber inflatable helmet strapped and tightly laced from which a corrugated rubber tube exited down through the wooden pit lid. Two nostril tubes of this mask were attached to the corrugated mouth tube.
The two bondage slaves were breathing hard and Jan observed that there was some element of breath control involved. What he could not know was that they were breathing narcotic gas from the blue and green cylinders upstairs. They were floating in more ways than one. That was a contingency that Jan would find out for himself in time.
Jan began to reflect upon his situation. He was frightened by these intense rubbermen,but oddly fascinated and incredibly turned on,even to the throbbing of his trapped dick in the chastity device. But Jan became less sure of what he had agreed to. Whilst he might have dreamed of this situation,it might now be turning into a real life nightmare for him. Peter noticed the worried expression and grinned at him. “Having second thoughts,lad?”
Jan began to shiver with fear,but still he couldn’t say Stop. Part of him wanted to,for sure but he kept that self under control. Actually he didn’t know what to say. He was frightened,but so very turned on - so much now that his dick was straining and pushing against the plastic device trapping it so hard,he thought it would explode .
“Never mind,kiddo, we have something nice to relax you!”
Then Peter nodded at the Rubber Skinhead. And with that, the Rubber Skinhead reached into a rubber pouch on the left of his belt and brought out a thick cotton pad in a sealed plastic bag. It was torn open and chemical fumes caught Jan’s nose. Swiftly it was placed over Jan’s face,the thick shoulder length rubberglove holding it securely over his mouth and nose. The Rubber Skinhead pushed the pad down harder over the blonde guy’s pretty face. Jan squirmed,but there was no escape. In panic,Jan sucked in the acrid sweet chemical fumes. Within seconds,his eyes fluttered and everything went black,and Jan slumped to the floor,cushioned by two sets of rubbered arms.
Jan began to wake up. He was first aware there was something rubbery in his mouth and then that he was warm and somehow floating vertically and weightless,yet unable to move. Then the feeling of tight rubber all around him. Then realising that his vision was severely restricted, with just two adjustable slits in the blindfold goggles over his heavy rubber hood. He could at least breathe freely. Then he remembered. The club,Peter the sewerman,the Rubber Skinhead. The chloro rag,that even now he could still smell,and the fast receding headache that must have been a result of it. He tried to shout but the gag just turned his complaints into muffled grunts. In any case,no one took any notice. Around his neck there was a locked thick wooden two piece restraint set into the stone floor,and he could feel he was floating vertically in warm water,positioned by the neck brace. Jan was not in any pain,and the warm water was oddly comforting. He tried to wriggle his fingers then realised they were in some sort of bondage mitts and he could not even get his fingers to touch. The heavy rubber bondage suit was tight and restrictive,He tried squirming in it,as if to escape but escape seemed impossible. His feet were tightly bound as well,in lace-up pockets at the bottom of the rubber bondage bag. His arms were still tightly secured to the side of his body and he could feel the tight steel bands at his waist and around his neck as he squirmed in the semi-submerged bondage sack. His dick was very interested indeed in the predicament,but was still uselessly trapped and quite unable to cum.
Concentrating on the tiny field of vision allowed through the blindfold slits he investigated his little world. He was in the cellar still. He could see in the half light the wet stone floor and part of the white wall opposite him.
That was it. Listening hard he searched for other clues,only to find he had been earplugged and could hear very little other than his own breathing.He tried to shout again but to no avail.
Hours passed.Jan must have dozed off for a while because when he woke up the light had changed. There was daylight now coming into the cellar! He felt a vibration on the floor and suddenly his field of vision included the cleats,yellow toepads and shinpads and rubber shafts of the heavy industrial sewerman’s waders he had been admiring so much the previous evening. He could even smell them a bit.Again he felt oddly frightened,yet turned on incredibly,knowing that he was inches away from these humungous rubber boots being worn by Peter the sewerman. One wader tapped his head on the side,and Jan groaned a little in response.
Suddenly,there was a burst of warm water on his rubber hooded head. At least it seemed like water,but after a few seconds he could smell the piss. One wader moved up to his mask and the piss splashed all over the yellow rubber toepad a few inches from his eyeslits. A boot then slowly lifted and lowered in his field of vision. There was a hiss of air. Suddenly Jan realised his butterfly gag was inflating. And again. It got uncomfortable in his mouth pushing between his teeth and into his cheeks,pushing down his tongue and stretching back into his throat. Jan groaned with discomfort and even retched a little,then he settled down and acclimatised himself to the new sensation. Salivating freely,he realised he loved the taste and feel of tight rubber in his mouth.
The wet boots started rubbing against his hood.He was squeezed in between them,then was worked over by one boot after another. Light taps and gentle kicks to the head. It didn’t really hurt at all,but Jan was getting worried. A studded bootsole was placed over his face and pushed his head back in the hood. He could feel the steel studs pushing through the rubber into his face. Suddenly there was a loud spattering sensation on his rubber hood and Jan realised that Peter had just jerked off all over his head and into his masked face. Copious thick cum then dripped down over the eyeslits,then onto the mouthtube and gag inflator bulb. He could even smell the cum through his nostril tubes. A boot then carefully spread the cum out all over the hood,sliding around the rubber until every inch was covered in slime. Proud of his work,Peter gave the lad a friendly tap on the head and laughed with pleasure.
Through the breathing hole in the centre of the butterfly gag he was still able to breathe freely,along with the tubes in his nostrils.There were a few more playful kicks to his head with the waders,and then all went quiet. After a while there was some vibration on the floor and he could just make out some distant grunting. Jan guessed that the two other rubber bondage slaves next to him in the pits were getting their early morning piss showers as well.
After ten minutes or so,when Jan had got used to the pressure of the inflatable gag,he felt a slight tugging on it. A feeding tube was being threaded through the hole in the gag and he felt it being inserted deep into his mouth and down his throat.He was unable to taste or feel anything in his mouth,much other than the inflatable gag anyway,but there was definately something stretching a little way down his throat. It twitched. There was some liquid going down his gullet for sure. Was it piss? He was powerless to stop the flow. But,no,it felt heavier and thicker. He was now hungry and thirsty and felt the thick liquid enter his stomach. Whatever it was he soon felt satisfied and warm inside. Shortly,Jan released his bladder gently in the wet bondage bag in a kind of slow relaxed way,enjoying the sensation as his dick began to stiffen a little again in its bounds. He gently twitched his semi erect bound penis,masturbating by using the muscles in his groin,but was unable to come. He struggled against his bonds for a bit trying to get to his dick,and even twisting to try to stimulate his trapped penis against the rubber confines of the suit,but when that seemed pointless he resigned himself to being unable to cum,but felt very frustrated and horny.
Then silence again,and Jan drifted away,almost to sleep in a kind of floaty lucid dream state,fantasising about rubber sewermen,heavy spunk covered waders and violent rubber skinheads. In turn,Peter and his rubbery assistant were entubing,feeding and checking each of the other two interred rubbermen,both of whom had been there for several days locked in wet rubbery restrictive bondage,weightless but securely imprisoned. They would all be released as per the release schedule chalked up on the wall,but not until the Peter,and with his master’s consent,the Rubber Skinhead,had taken their pleasures with them. As Jan reawakened,he drifted in a state of mild frustration in his weightless rubber bound state,but he waited keenly for what might happen next.
Jan & The Sewerman Second Chapter
Part 1: More Booting on the Cellar Floor
Jan floated in the pit. After the splashing cum of his captors and the feeding,the immobilised lad did not have long to wait. He’d endured 12 hours in rubber bondage,but was not to be released from the rubber bodysack for a while yet. Once again there was the sound of boots clacking around on the stone floor around him. A sudden blast of cold high pressure water shocked him,even through the heavy rubber. Through the eyeslits,Jan noticed the coils of a thick black rubber hosepipe on the floor and he could see and hear the sound of a heavy brush sweeping the wet floor. Then there was the sound of locks being released and Jan felt the heavy wood collar that inescapably sealed his neck into the pit being removed. For the first time for 12 hours he could move his head,though the thick rubber butterfly gag was as inflated as ever. Two chains were attached to loops on the side of the heavy bondage rubber suit and Jan could hear the sound of chains being pulled over pulleys as he began to be lifted out of his warm water pit. Hard to see through the eyeslits but Jan caught sight of Peter,still in his rubbers that he had worn the previous evening,and the Rubber Skinhead who was busying himself with the chains and pulley system. A quick glance down showed that the middle pit of the three was now empty,although the silver steel hood of the first victim shone in the halflight,showing that his punishment was continuing.
Jan was laid on the floor on his back,still suited up,the water seeping out of the suit. His eyeslits had misted up and he could see very little indeed now,except the source of light seeping through a barred window at the top of the wall. He stretched his fingers,but they were still well restrained in their bondage mitts. His feet were tightly immobilised too,at the bottom of the sack. Jan could squirm now and he began to do so,stretching out and groaning as the chastity device pinched his dick and balls again.
Then a kick from a rubber boot on his head. Then his chest and shoulders. More kicks from another source - Jan guessed this was The Rubber Skinhead joining in,booting his thighs and calves. It was the shock,more than the pain that frightened him and he began to get very worried indeed. He wondered about saying ‘Stop!’ through his gag. But he really didn’t want to stop at all. He was relishing the feeling of being totally restrained in thick rubber too much. For the first time in his life he realised this was what he really wanted. To be restrained tightly in inescapable rubber,to be under the control of two serious rubber bondage freaks,and to be getting boot treatment like this. No one had ever kicked Jan like this. He wanted more, and as if to answer his wish, the thumps and boot thrusts against his rubber prone body increased.
Then it stopped suddenly. Someone was sitting over his stomach. It was the sewerman. He could hear Peter shouting and yelling at him but he was not able to make out the words too clearly due to his earplugs. The sewerman then laid his rubbered and wadered body on top of Jan and began slowly to rub against the rubber bondage suit with his old wetsuit,waders and sewermans gloves grasping and grabbing. Jan was finding it hard to breathe with this big man on top of him and gasped and groaned. Soon the Rubber Skinhead joined in and positioned himself on the left side. Peter rolled off his bound rubberslave and positioning himself on the right side. The two heavy rubbermen concentrated their efforts on the bound beautiful blonde boy in his rubber encapsulation. Rubbing and groping. Playing with the nostril tubes so poor Jan was gasping and choking with difficulty breathing. Some loud smacks on the wet rubber as both men pounded the rubber with their heavy gloves. ‘Oooof’ went Jan through his gag ‘Yeaaaaah’ went Peter. The Rubber Skinhead was silent,due to his own severe gag,but he was enjoying this as well.
Finally it came for both men to assert their dominance again by once more cumming over their hapless victim lying prone on the floor. In Peter’s case it was pretty straightforward - he just got his dick out,jerked a few times and kneeling over Jan’s facemask sprayed his copious thick sewerman’s cum over the rubberhood yet again. Jan could feel the streams of cum,one after another another,six times on the hood,many of the drops coating the eyeslit lenses.Then Peter casually zipped his dick back into the rubber codpiece.
For the Rubber Skinhead,his preferred method of cumming was rather different. His favourite way of getting off was using his boots to kick and torment his victims on the floor. He loved to stomp on guys,but knew he had to observe limits. In real life he loved being a skinhead,mainly for the rucks after football matches. He loved to fight anyone,especially other young cocky skinheads and punks. But he had loved skinhead gear since he was a kid,too,especially the boots. When he was in his mid teens he got his main thrills out of regularily ‘putting the boot in’ to anyone he didn’t like,usually cumming in the process.
In his mind he replayed the first time he had a 'bootcum’. After a football match,a young opposition team supporter in Dr Marten’s boots,old jeans,t-shirt and braces had shouted abuse at him,so the Rubber Skinhead had chased him down the street,finally cornering him in an alleyway,knocking him down. He gave the lad a good kicking whilst he shouted abuse at the cowering young skin lying prone on the filthy cobbles amidst the rubbish and mud. So good was the kicking,that the Rubber Skinhead had an orgasm,the cum running down the inside of his old worn skinpants for the first time. The young guy on the floor begging for mercy was too hot to ignore. The Rubber Skinhead had kicked and kicked and then suddenly felt the glow,explosion and serene calm of a full intense orgasm for the first time. He found he could always cum in fights,usually when he was winning,with a victim on the floor begging for mercy from his cherry red 20 hole steelcapped old white laced Rangers he used to wear all the time then. He didn’t even have to touch his dick,but his erection and ensuing cumstain in his tight worn old tie-dyed Levis was usually pretty visible,and left his [usually] straight skinhead or punk victim under no misapprehension as to what had just happened.
Peter was the boss here,but knew what the rubber skinhead badly wanted. Standing up and waiting for permission,with his eyes straining in desperation up at Peter for the agreed sign,not that they could be seen through the silvered lenses of the gasmask he was wearing. Peter pointed at the boots of the skinhead,who felt the thrill of the possibilities with an adrenaline rush. A first exploratory kick on the thighs again,then more generally around Jan’s body. A good booting,a good kicking,but not one to wound. The Rubber Skinhead could have killed Jan,but this was not what they were there for. This was a different kind of booting,one to assert dominance. One to let Jan know exactly who was in control.
Peter watched with admiration,both of the Rubber Skinhead and of Jan,who was proving more of a catch than he had believed possible. The kid just loved this punishment. He would just not say 'Stop!’. He would put up with a lot. The secret was,as always,the chastity device. It kept the victims hot and horny and whilst they were like that,Peter could do anything to them. When they had cum,they were useless to him,so this was the very last thing they usually did before their victims were booted out of the metal front door of the apartment. Peter had very little time for spunked out guys who wanted to chat. But Jan was,well,different.
For Jan lying on the floor life was getting uncomfortable. As the booted blows rained down upon his helpless body he wondered what he had let himself in for. One word ended it,he knew. But he wouldn’t say it,even when one blow caught him in the gut and winded him. He groaned and huffed and puffed through the tubes and still the kicks continued.
Jan found himself crying,the tears welling up and the shaking starting as he abandoned himself to the punishment.
Meanwhile the Rubber Skinhead was getting hotter and hotter. He never had to touch himself when he was booting someone. His dick was ultra-hard. The spunk just started to churn and the warm feeling in his crotch began to grow. He sucked in the sweaty pissladen rubbery air coming in through his crotch vent and up through the thick corrugated gasmask tube. A tap on the poppers tube on his gasmask gave him a quick burst of pleasure,and mixed with his enjoyment of the booting made him see stars. He grunted through his gag. He even tried to swear at his defeated nemesis, this educated pretty boy at his feet,trapped and immobilised on the floor beneath him. A few taps to the head of the weeping bondage slave made him shudder with excitement. 'Not too much,not too much’ he thought to himself,well aware that Peter was watching him closely and would harshly punish him on the whipping horse for any infraction of the rules that had been set and agreed between them.
Jan was shuddering with tears as all his troubles and pain poured out of him in a very cathartic way. It was a release that had been long coming,a need to get rid of so many ways he behaved and thought. The bright pretty queer lad with good grades at school,who was so shy and self disciplined that at just 20,he had already begun to turn his own life into a prison. He was now beginning to see another reality. That he hated his life and he hated what he was becoming. The kicks continued to rain down but Jan didn’t care. These guys could kill him if they wanted. Nothing mattered anymore.
For the Rubber Skinhead some carefully placed kicks around the thighs and buttocks of the twitching rubber bodybagged slave below on the floor began to take him beyond the point of no return. The tight rubber suits he was wearing squeezed and gripped his hyperhard dick nestled between the layers and precum oozed out,making his dick slide in the rubbers of the pants. Still not touching his dick he could feel it began to tingle and twitch. A long burst of poppers into his mask from the button on the side of the mask and he saw white stars and began to experience true ecstacy. A few more kicks with his arms raised in the air,standing on one leg and then a loud grunt into the gag as the massive ejaculations started. The Rubber Skinhead kept kicking as he squirted - every kick resulted in a pulse of cum from his dick. Control here was the difficult part,but in all this he remembered the pain at Peter’s hands of the whipping over the gym horse when once he had gone too far. And then with a long drawn out groan through the gag it was all over, and The Rubber Skinhead slumped to the floor half lying over Jan. The smell of the Rubber Skinhead’s cum seeped through the rubbers and mixed in to the pissy rubber poppered air he was breathing.
All was quiet for a few minutes. Jan’s erect but trapped dick was desperately sore as it sought pointlessly to escape. Then he was aware of muffled laughing and boots walking round him. Both Peter and the Rubber Skinhead were standing in front of his mask,inches away from his eyeslits yet again as he turned his head round a little to try to exalt in the vision of his booted masters. Through the narrow slits was his whole universe,and that consisted of two pairs of cum stained,wet and shiny rubber boots,almost glowing in the halflight of the cellar. Jan’s dick strained against the chastity device,pinching his foreskin and making his balls ache.
Some more boot action ensued. Light playful kicks from the four rubber boots around his head. Jan could hear some more muffled shouting and laughter from his two burly rubber captors.Then a stream of piss on his head joined by another as the rubber skinhead was given permission to release his semi erect penis from his rubber layers and join in with Peter. And there sure was a lot of piss this time. Safe in his rubber enclosure,Jan could enjoy the sensation of the golden shower pounding down on the thick rubber hood and streaming down his facemask,over the plastic lensed eyeslits in the hood. The two rubberperverts then directed their thick dark piss all over the rest of the moaning rubberslave on the floor,Peter walking up and down ensuring no piss was wasted and every inch of the suit was wet and pissy. They turned Jan over,so he was face down on the floor and continued to piss. Little squirts and longer gushes rattling down on the rubber bondage bag. Jan could smell the piss again,strong this time as his nostril tubes bubbled in the puddle forming on the floor,droplets splashing into his nose as he inhaled hard through the black rubber tubes to his nostrils dangling on the stone floor of the rubbercellar through the heavy rubber hood.
Thre was a pause and silence,and yet again cold water was being played over his shivering rubber covered body. The sound of the brush again on the floor and Jan caught a glimpse of the wet rubber skinhead boots walking round him. The brush swept the piss and water around Jan,as if he were part of the mess on the floor. Rough rubber hands turned him over on his side and swept under him and sprayed hard with the hose. Jan caught a glimpse of the steel helmeted slave,still in his pit,staring impassively through his eyeslits back at Jan,just a few feet away on the wet floor in front of him. Much of the 'performance’ on the floor had actually been for the steel helmeted rubberslave’s benefit,but Jan was not to know this.
Jan was getting very tired and cold now and began to wish,for the first time,for the scene to end. Peter was not insensitive to the lads suffering,although the Rubber Skinhead could not care less. He intensely enjoyed watching men suffer and squirm in pain under his ministrations. Any empathy he had had for Jan,or anybody else for that matter,had been wiped out by years of abuse as a child by his brutal and drunken father,after his mother had died. Peter had understood this,and had provided tight discipline and order,as well as a home and a degree of affection for the violent young skinhead,who returned it with complete trust and a high degree of obediance. And when he stepped over the limits,Peter made sure that there was a painful lesson. But there had never been more than a few of these. Both men had acquired a lot of respect for each other.
Jan could hear some more muffled conversation,as if the two men were discussing what to do next. He began to grunt through the gag trying to express his discomfort on the cold stone floor. But still no 'Stop!’ or anything that sounded remotely like it. Then movement,and there was that chemical smell again as a rubbered hand held a cotton smelling chloro soaked pad in front of his nostril tubes,placing a finger in the breathing tube for the mouthgag. Forced to smell the intense odour of the sweet choking fumes made Jan feel quite terrified and he tried to hold his breath. In the end he had no choice but to inhale deeply and felt himself slipping away into the darkness as a result of the vapourised etheric chemical cosh. And suddenly,for Jan,the lights went out. He slept.
Peter the Sewerman was no sadist,although he was enjoying subjugating and humiliating the pretty long haired blonde boy in his cellar. But he knew he had a sacred trust to look after the lad and be responsible for his welfare whilst he was with him. But he didn’t want to let him go just yet. Even masters and their slaves need to sleep and rest. Carefully Peter and The Rubber Skinhead extricated the dishevelled lad from his bondage - first the gagged bondage bag,then the inflateable mitts and untied the foot restraints removing him carefully from the base of the bondage bodybag. Quickly the two men removed the rubber restraining top and the latex pants. They then removed the steel bondage bands,undoing the cuffs and unlocking the steel waistband. The chastity device was left on,as was the steel neck collar. One reason was to stop the little bunny from jerking himself into a frenzy,the other had both symbolic and practical use. Peter wanted to make it very clear who was in control of Jan’s dick.
As the Rubber Skinhead busied himself tidying up the gear and attending to cleaning up the cellar again,Peter’s strong arms lifted the sleeping Jan up and carefully carried him out of the cellar and up the metal stairs to a small barred room hidden behind a metal door,rather like a small prison cell,halfway up the stairs. The door was open,and he laid the naked lad on the prison bench. From the metal sink set into the wall he picked up a cloth and gently washed the exhausted lad down and tidied up his now very dishevelled hair,almost with affection,noticing gentle snoring. Making a mental note that he needed to shave the lad’s head,he attached a chain to the neck collar from a hook in the wall,then covered the sleeping Jan with a rough wool blanket,turned the light out and left the cell,locking the door behind him. On the wall of the cell a red light displayed that an infra-red camera was switched on,focused on the bench. Monitors in several rooms showed Jan sleeping soundly. Peter then returned to the cellar where his rubber servant was cleaning up.
“The lad’s in the cell. I’m gonna go and get some shuteye. You keep an eye on him on the monitor,hear? Check him in the cell,say,every hour. And take some food and juice in for him in the evening,say about 8. Don’t fuck him,ya understand?”
The Rubber Skinhead grunted assent,and as his sewermaster clunked up the metal stairs to his rubber sheeted bed,The Rubber Skinhead again turned his attention to the immobilised steel helmeted rubber slave in the first pit. Peter trusted him to play alone,albeit somewhat roughly, with the occupant of pit 1, who was an intensely passive masochist with voyeuristic tendencies. Inside his gasmask,the skinhead grunted with pleasure as his dick stiffened,and with a first gentle exploratory booted tap to his victim’s steel covered head,he started yet again to take his pleasure and his revenge on other men.
Jan woke up to the sound of the door being unlocked some seven hours later. It was dark. There was no window in the room,and he had no watch so he had no idea what time it was,or even if it was still Saturday. A flourescent strip light on the ceiling came on and the door opened. The Rubber Skinhead had changed his outfit,and was now kitted out in a full outfit of rubber jeans,braces,shirt,a worn cloth-badged black MAI jacket,30 hole black polished Ranger boots with white laces,and a very sinister rubber anatomical skinhead facemask which concealed an inbuilt solid rubber anatomical dental mouth gag which covered every part of his mouth,immobilising his tongue and jaws. Over the mask was a black rubber Hannibal-style muzzle. He was even wearing latex gloves which were part of a very fine transparent latex neck-entry undersuit,which included a generous and well lubed cock and ball sheath. Incongruously,He was carrying a tray of food and drink items.These were left on the shelf by the bench in the cell. But he could have a little fun,even though he knew full well that Peter had forbidden him to have full sex with the prone and defenceless naked lad on the bench.
Putting one rubbered leg with a high thick soled black shiny skinhead boot on the sleeping bench by Jan’s head for the lad to appreciate he stared down at the beautiful lad who somehow looked less cocky and rather more disshevelled than the night before. He pushed the boot against Jan’s head. Laying on the bench Jan withdrew in fear,feeling the neck chain for the first time. The boot moved closer to his face,touching his mouth. Knowing what was expected of him Jan licked it all over. For 10 minutes or so he licked the boot assiduously,smelling the warm leather of the boot mixed in with the rubbery smell of the latex jeans. The Rubber Skinhead proffered the sole of the boot for further 'appreciation’ and Jan licked it, clearly in seventh heaven. Satisfied that the first boot had been given the correct amount of respect,The Rubber Skinhead then changed boots and Jan continued his tongue-based boot worship. Jan’s dick got very hard again,straining to escape it’s bounds,but was to have no release just yet.
When all was completed to his satisfaction,the Rubber Skinhead grabbed his dick under the rubbers,grunted and quickly jerked himself off in front of Jan,20 hard strokes then spurted his thick skinhead cream into the integral cock and ballpiece of the transparent suit under his rubber jeans. A further grunt into the gag,then he turned and left,locking the metal door behind him,but leaving the light on. He went back down to the cellar where there was a lot of cleaning up to do. Jan turned to his breakfast. The first solid food he had eaten for over a day. There was a bedpan by the bench,Jan reached for it and pissed in it with difficulty through the chastity device.
Then the naked bondage slave lay back on the bench,still attached to a wall hook by a chain to his steel collar and thought about the previous night’s events. He could touch his dick,just about,but the chastity device prevented any consummation of his strong desire to masturbate - indeed it began to hurt him again as his dick stiffened.
Several hours later,with Jan left wondering what was happening,Peter awoke and after pissing himself in his rubber wetsuit and sliding about in the wet and pissy rubber sheets for a bit,he remembered Jan. Still in his heavy sewerman’s waders,he clunked his way to the kitchen,got a coffee and then when his senses fully returned,smiled to himself,remembering something he had to do. The Rubber Skinhead had heard his master clanking and clomping around the apartment in his waders and went to the kitchen to do his bidding.
“Get blondie out of the cell and strapped into the surgical chair in the prep room.” said Peter. “Time for his haircut I think!” Off clumped The Rubber Skinhead and there was the sound of a heavy metal cell door being unlocked and opened. Then,after a bit of a struggle,as Jan had made the mistake of resisting his captor, the Rubber Skinhead then dragged him out of the cell on the landing,up the stairs and into the prep room. Jan gave in,naked and shivering and submitted to being locked and strapped into place in the old surgical chair,the cold rubber of the seat making him shiver further. Entering the room,Peter noted the immobilised state of the dishevelled blond lad appreciatively. His hair was in a mess,he was dirty and unshaven from the treatment the previous evening,but otherwise looked fit and rested,except for the beginnings of a black eye as a result of foolishly resisting The Rubber Skinhead a short time earlier.
Jan began to speak “Can you tell me what….” but said nothing else as Peter swiftly and forcefully inserted a hard rubber dental dam into his mouth,locking it into place in Jan’s mouth by turning a steel screw inside. The hard rubber could not now be ejected from the mouth. Jan could still breathe through the tube in it,but he could not talk or bite down at all. It felt strange but not unpleasant. With his wrists,legs,neck and waist tightly strapped into position,Jan could only struggle and writhe,which he did to test the effectiveness of his bondage. But there was no way out. And Jan still did not know what was to happen to him.
“I like my lads shaved all over” said Peter,ominously. Jan looked into the eyes of the tall sewerman nervously. Peter had an evil grin. He was still dressed in his waders,wetsuit and long heavy rubber gloves,but over all this he was wearing a thick red heavy rubber milking apron. “You’re going to like this,kiddo,I promise!” The chastity device was unlocked and removed by The Rubber Skinhead. Quickly a thick chrome cockring was roughly pulled over his cock and balls and the Rubber Skinhead gave the two danglers a hard squeeze which elicited a loud grunt from the gagged bondage slave. Jan’s balls were pulled down tightly by the rubber gloved skinhead and a heavy 2 inch thick steel segmented ball collar was added,squeezed into position and screwed up. Then another until Jan thought his balls were going to be pulled off and shook with fear. But his dick said another story,and began expanding.
Through a hole in the bottom of the surgical chair,Peter inserted a lubricated steel buttplug which made Jan gasp further. Then some fiddling about with wires and connectors attached to the ball collars and the buttplug and Jan felt a strange tingle in his groin,not unpleasant,but slowly becoming more insistant and throbbing. His dick started pulsing to the rythem of the electrostimming in his ass.Then suddenly the pulsing changed to a kind of longer drawn out sensation,making him feel like something was moving up and down his asshole. His balls also began to tingle quite furiously. New to this sensation,with eyes wide open,Jan stared at Peter with a mixture of surprise and fear.
The Rubber Skinhead then passed Peter an electric hair trimmer and Peter wasted no time shaving all the hair off the lads chest, pubes,balls and as far as he was able do,in his crotch. Fetching a sharp shiny steel cutthroat razor and some shaving creme he completed the operation,carefully not causing any nicks or cuts. Jan was very turned on,and the sight of these two rubber monsters administrating to him made his dick stand out even further,hard and twitching as the power slowly automatically inched its intensity up from the stimming box.
“I think you deserve a little reward!” said Peter to the Rubber Skinhead, handing him the hair trimmer. Under his mask there was a grunt of joy from the fully rubbered skinhead servant. He loved to shave heads. He loved to demean pretty long haired guys. Jan began shaking with the stimming,but also from nerves. He watched the rubber enclosed skinhead step up close to him smelling of warm new latex. Jan heard the electric trimmer start work on his long blonde hair,lightened from days in the sun on the beach. Jan felt his locks fall off one by one as the buzzing trimmer did its work. As The Rubber Skinhead drew closer to the captive,Jan felt the intensity as the stimming increased still further. He began to get into it seriously,closing his eyes,wanting to cum so desperately. If there had been more stimming of his dick,charged urethral probe or a coronal ring he would have cum by now,but his dick was being left alone.
The enthusiastic Rubber Skinhead stepped behind the chair,put one arm round Jan’s neck,holding him tight in position and then used the cutthroat razor and shaving cream to carefully shave Jan’s head as smooth as a billiard ball. He also shaved Jan’s face,removing two day old stubble. As he was doing this,Peter stepped up,and taking a handful of shaving cream,grabbed Jan’s firm dick through his thick sewerman’s gloves. He slowly and lovingly began to bring the bound lad to orgasm by long hard lubricated stroking. The electrostimming was taking Jan right up to the limit anyway, but Peter had been careful to choose a program on the Erostek box to stretch this out.
Jan could feel the cutthroat razor shaving every last inch of his head and then The Rubber Skinhead put down the blade and started stroking the naked skull of the bound bondage slave. Jan twitched and writhed as the electrostimming built up to a crescendo.It felt like his balls and asshole were being subjected to some strange grinding toy. As the power altered frequency and strength,it felt like someone grasping and flexing inside him. He yelled into his gag and a huge load,such as he had never squirted before,erupted all over Peter’s red rubber milking apron. Drips of cum sprayed all over the rubber making an audible splattering sound…squirt after squirt, seven times in all. Jan only saw a long white flash as his pent up frustrations resolved as a chemical explosion in his brain and sperm burst forth from his tortured throbbing uncut dick.
The power was turned off and for a few minutes,Peter and The Rubber Skinhead were quiet,amazed by the power of the lad’s orgasm. Pretty soon they both had their dicks out and were spraying cum into the face of their shaved victim. Jan had no choice but to sit there and take their cum on his shiny bald head and let it drip down his face. A few minutes later when they had caught their breath,they washed it all off with sprays of carefully directed yellow piss in his face and over his bald head. Jan felt humiliated. He accepted their piss like a well trained slave. He no longer cared what these two freaks did to him. He was under their control totally. They had broken him.
Part 3: Into the Gas Masturbation Bondage Chair
There were to be no conversations with the spunk depleted victim. Peter did not particularily want to explain what was happen next,but egged on by the lack of Jan’s resistance,he had decided that he wanted to test the lad’s ability to put up with heavy and extreme bondage. It had been decided earlier that Jan was to be chloroformed again after this session,dressed in full rubber and made part of the quite inescapable rubber and steel Gas Masturbation Bondage Chair.
This was something that Peter was very proud of,and designed specifically for his benefactor,the 'straight’ married solicitor,who had spent many a long weekend trapped inside its bonds,being jerked off again and again with the use of gas,mechanical masturbators and electrostimming. The Rubber Skinhead had also experienced it several times as well,but as a punishment. Most recently for an infraction where he had beaten up a boy who had dissed him,in a street not too far from the apartment. The last thing Peter wanted was the attention of the police and when he heard about the incident from a local shopkeeper the next day,he was furious. He knew the Rubber Skinhead had a very short attention span when it came to being told off or reasoned with. The simplest solution was to get him on the floor,a chloroform rag and heavy bondage as punishment for several days at a time.
The Rubber Skinhead was no passive bondage slave,he actively disliked being under such control and immobilisation,and he fought and fought against his bonds almost continuously. Once Peter had gained his attention, trapped inside the Masturbation Machine,the Rubber Skinhead would then be forced to listen repeatedly,hour after hour to a little looped message on his earphones that Peter called 'The Way That Things Will Be Done’. Peter was a lot stronger than the Rubber Skinhead,but even so it was always a struggle holding him down knocking him out with the sweet fumes on the rag. Luckily he had only had to do this a few times. When all else failed,there was pain and humiliation as well. Strapped to a wooden frame or the old gym horse,gagged and whipped,The Rubber Skinhead had learnt several painful lessons at Peter’s hands. Yet the skinhead still admired his master. He knew without Peter in control he would be rotting in Prison and was grateful for the control and stability that the rules brought him in Peter’s house. He knew the punishment was for his own good. He had tried to learn to behave as Peter expected,but it was so fucking hard. Peter knew that the Rubber Skinhead was like a dog that had been badly mistreated as a puppy. With hard work,he was not beyond saving.
Jan would submit quickly to the chloroform vapour. He saw Peter walking over to the bench,opening the glass and chrome cupboard door,lifting out a brown bottle,opening it and reaching for a large square cotton bandage which he soaked with the liquid. Across the room,Jan recognised the odour and began to get very frightened again.'Mmmmffff’ went Jan again and again. He tried to struggle and moaned deeply through his gag. Peter walked over,almost casually and quickly but firmly placed the rag over Jans mouth and nostrils. Holding it fast,oblivious to the lad’s pleading eyes,ignoring the snuffles and the grunts he watched with fascination as the young bondage slave began to pass out. Jan’s blue eyes begin to roll and then stare up at nothing. He was out cold. Closing the eyelids,Peter checked that Jan was breathing properly - there was oxygen to revive him if there was a problem,and Peter had been well trained at work for resuscitation. But they had never had any accidents. Peter knew exactly how much chloro was safe.
The chemical smelling rag,now less strong,was replaced over Jan’s face and duct-taped to his head. Soon he was snoring quietly,lost in dreams in a chemically induced wonderland. He would be out for an hour or two and Peter and the Rubber Skinhead had a lot of work to do getting Jan dressed and kitted up for the Gas Masturbation Bondage Chair in that time.
The suit was one piece,double layered for inflation,with a rear heavy diver’s drysuit waterproof zipper. It looked simple,but was actually quite fiendishly complicated.The double thick body of the suit was made of heavy neoprene rubber,the sort of rubber used for truck inner tubes. Through the outer layer many pipes and tube docking systems had been placed,along with sticky electrode pads in the crotch . The heavy suit was so designed with various compartments so that it might equally be pumped up with air or water.
There was a port for anus and dick,and a small attached rubber bag for the testicles of the victim,with the dick hole at the top. Inside the suit there were sucker pads with small cylinders for the nipples. These were actually glued into place,but once operating,the vacuum pump kept them very firmly in place. An interior inflatable waist corset ensured that the victim sat upright and breathed with tight short breaths. Attached mitts with finger seperators ensured there was to be no escape at all for the squirming bondage victim. These had seperate strong zippers so the fingers could be postioned onto the lockable boards in the mitts,then tightly zipped and inflated with removable rubber pumps.
The hood,which was part of the suit,was also inflatable with lockable metal ports for mouth and nostrils. There were also ear ports in the hood with earphones connected to an intercom system. Additionally the earports were to be connected to the suit inflation system so the victim’s head could be intensely compressed but also hear the hissing of the air entering and leaving the hood,as well as his own breathing. The hood had been designed to take a steel bondage overhood that could be tightened and adjusted. When the hood was inflated the rubber pushed out against the hood and the pressure became almost unbearable for the victim.
Heavy attached rubber bootees completed the suit. These had to be reinforced to stop the suit stretching when fluid was introduced between the layers,and they were very tight,allowing no movement at all of the toes.
To start with,Peter and The Rubber Skinhead busied themselves getting Jan into a neck entry tight thin transparent,slightly pink latex undersuit.This had anal and dick ports as well and round spaces for the nipple pumps. Jans face,masked with a surgical cloth and duct tape noticed nothing as he gently breathed in the mild sweet etheric fumes. He was laid on the floor and rolled into the heavy rubber bondage suit. His legs were carefully inserted into the long reinforced leggings and boots. His arms lubricated,then inserted into the sleeves, As they popped out of the unzipped bondage mitts,Peter carefully insserted each finger into place on the boards in the mitt,and locked the top part into place,carefully zipping up each mitt in turn,and using the inflator,pumped them up.
With some simple adhesive around the nipples he rolled Jan over onto the suit and placed the nipple suction caps of the suit into place,waiting a minute for the glue to set. Jan’s anaesthetic facepad was removed and his face placed into the mask of the hood,with a rubber fixed gumshield locating itself around his teeth. Nostril tubes were carefully located into Jan’s nose,and when Peter was satisfied everything was flush and Jan was breathing comfortably,he zipped up the heavy zip at the back of the suit and turned Jan over to his front.
They had to hurry now,as in a few minutes Jan would start coming round,and it would be a little while before the lad was safely locked into the Gas Masturbation chair. The Rubber Skinhead walked over to the wall and unlocked twin metal doors. Behind them was a cupboard with a large steel chair set into the concrete floor,surrounded by cylinders of gas and various pumps. Peter lifted the helpless lad in his heavy rubbers,and placed him on the seat,being careful to gently lower him onto the rounded steel dildo protruding from the seat base. The lubricated tip of the steel dildo gently inserted itself into Jan’s anus and as he began to wake up,the cold steel sliding a few inches inside him was the first thing he felt. He gasped with the shock and began to notice the heavy rubber all over him again. But he was in no condition to resist. He still felt very groggy from the gassing.
Waist straps were very quickly fastened around Jan,followed by armbands and a tight neck strap. Reaching for an electric screwdriver,The Rubber Skinhead placed steel brackets into holes on the steel chair,positioning them around Jan’s lower legs and quickly tightened them into place. Eight screws into the base of the chair, with the brackets just above Jan’s ankles,holding him quite tight. Then brackets over Jan’s wrists and thus the bondage mitts were also screwed into place - six screws for each. Jan was going nowhere fast.
Recovering his energy,Jan began to struggle. But there was very little movement possible. It was all very alarming. Again,in his confused state he wondered whether he should ask these rubberperverts to Stop. But actually that was not what he wanted at all. He luxuriated inside the rubber tightness,beginning to get quite sweaty under his 3 layers. A solid heavy stainless steel harness was now being placed over his rubber hooded head and locked into position. It felt hard,unyielding and uncomfortable initially. There was a heavy band around his neck,a band around his forehead with four metal bands over his head connected at the crown. Over the bridge of his nose another steel band which was connected to a band under his chin,there to ensure he could not move his head at all. Then heavy chains were attached to the steel head harness,one to hooks on each side of the metal chair and the other to a hood on the ceiling. The lad was now unable to move his head in any direction. Jan’s tongue started to dance around the heavy rubber gumshield intruded into his mouth. He began to drool and slobber. His dick became hard,sticking upwards into the air out of the suit,unrestrained by a chastity device,though his balls in the steel collars were tightly constrained inside a rubber sack in the suit.
Jan had had some limited visibility through eye slits but this now ended as a patch of rubber was clicked into place on studs embedded into the rubber hood. A few puffs of air through a hand inflator bulb and pressure in the inflatable blindfold pushed down on Jan’s eyelids.He was now unable to open his eyes.
Some fumbling around his mouth and nose ensued as an adapted anaestheic mask was clipped into place. Peter wanted to get this just right,as there were pipes to attach to the nostril breathing tubes of the suit,which were connected a small cylinder containing poppers mixed in compressed air which could be added as Peter required. The breathing hole on the dental gag had to be attached and locked securely into place to the metal port on the mask.Jan began to struggle again and mumble into the gag,but he could not be understood by his captors.
“He seems a bit restless. Let’s get him on Gas immediately. That should relax him!” said Peter. The Rubber Skinhead connected the front port of the anaesthetic mask to a heavy corrugated hose which was then connected through a junction and two other hoses to two bottles of gas.Jan suddenly found he was unable to breathe at all and began to panic. Suddenly the panic vanished as oxygen flooded his lungs - clear and sparkly,making his head burst into life and clearing the remnants of the chloro gassing away. For a few moments Jan sucked in the oxygen,feeling happy and relaxed. Then something changed - a rather sweet aroma that he knew to be Nitrous Oxide. Not strong,but just enough to make him feel warm and pleasant. Slight elation ensued.
Satisfied that Jan was breathing happily,the two deviant rubbermen continued their work to install all the attachments to Jan in his gas masturbation chair. There more pipes to be connected now. The pipes to the nipple suckers were connected to the pump and Jan began to feel an insistant regular suction on his pierced nips,every few seconds. The intensity and frequency of this was low to start with,but it could be increased later.Jan loved nipple treatment. He had had them pierced when he was 16,having lied about his age to the tattooist who did them for him. They had become very sensitive as a result and he had increased the size of the rings over the years.
Next the electrostimming connectors were plugged into a socket set into the suit on the left side at the waist that were attached to the sightly sticky pads set into the inside of his thighs just below the crotch. This provided a part of the circuit that would connect,through his body to the dick stimming bands. Five rubber electrorings were placed around Jans stiff dick,kept in position by a bar on the top of his dick. Each band had it’s own connector than ran up the bar,which connected to the electro box through a set of connector wires that went down through the hole in the base of the chair. The five electro rings were designed to give a progressive charge up and down the dick,to simulate being jerked off. One ring after another,in order would be switched on and off by the electrobox.
Peter switched on the box and through his dental dam Jan moaned with delight. He twitched as the initially low intensity current began to flow from one ring to another up and down Jan’s swollen penis.The feeling was not unpleasant.
Set into the rubber of the suit were a set of low voltage heated pads,placed in several positions around the body on the inside of the twin layered suit,notably the upper arms,thighs,feet,hands and torso. Electrical connectors were added to the base of the legs from a control box and transformer to the right of Jan.
Peter lubricated a bardex catheter tube and roughly inserted it down Jan’s stiff dick. Jan felt the stinging sensation above the mild electrostimming. It burst through the the bladder and Peter inflated the small bulb keeping it in place.The piss tube was attached to a small port in the anaesthetic mask,so that when the victim pissed he would spray his own piss all over the inside of the mask and be forced to drink it as he breathed the gas. There was also a connecting pipe which could flush his bladder with distilled water,which would,in turn be squirted back into the mask.For the many hours Jan was to be locked into this bondage this would be his only source of drinking water.
Finally a water and air pumping system were connected to the suit just above the waist and into the crotch.This allowed the suit to be inflated,either with water or air. The stainless steel mecahnical dildo also had a fiendish enema device attached through a hole running down the centre which could flush and fill the asshole of the victim with hot and cold water,even as the dildo was pumping up and down inside the body cavity. Peter spent a further 15 minutes connecting up the complicated hose system up so that the earports were connected to the circuit,allowing the hood to be inflated also.
Part 4: Turmoils and Torments
In his slightly gassed up state,Jan began to wonder at his fate. He was not in any pain and the severe confinement was actually quite,well….relaxing. The mild gas and oxygen mix was certainly very pleasant indeed. As was the mild pulsed tingling up and down his stiff dick. He could not move at all,and the latex transparent undersuit underneath all the heavy rubber was becoming very wet and warm as he began to sweat freely. Peter and the Rubber Skinhead left Jan alone to acclimatise himself for a while as they sat on the bench on the other side of the room with a can of cold beer each admiring their handicraft.
As previously mentioned,much of the play equipment in the apartment,including the heavy bondage suit and the Gas Masturbation Chair had been designed with the straight married solicitor in mind. He had largely bankrolled and helped Peter to construct the play area and had bought much of the equipment. This guy’s interest in bondage far transcended any conventional sexuality,and his ultimate fantasy was being in intense bondage with a computer completely in charge. Whilst the technology for this was not quite ready,especially as regards to a safety backup,he was happy for Peter to supervise his adventures into the rubber bondage depths he sought. He was less interested in men than in women but even then his interest in other human flesh was marginal to say the least. His position in society had meant marriage and children,and by 35 he was very wealthy indeed. His wife had never even imagined any bondage or rubber interests,but had suspected a mistress due to his periods away from home - something she never challenged,thinking it to be quite normal and acceptable,and though they were still affectionate friends,sex had long since ceased. The solicitor spend many weekends submerged in inescapable tight underwater rubber bondage in the cellar,in complicated and painful chastity devices,connected to the gas machine. Or upstairs in the preparation room,locked into the Gas Masturbation Chair behind metal doors in the cupboard,watched over by camera by the Rubber Skinhead in another room. Bondage slaves might be left alone,but they were always being watched over,day and night.
“Time to give the machinery a thorough test,I think!” chuckled Peter,getting up and walking over to the alcove and eyeing the helpless rubber victim trapped in the metal chair. The Rubber Skinhead said nothing,but licked his rubber covered lips,the gag having been removed earlier. He enjoyed watching Peter use the machine to alternatively tease and torture his bound rubber victims. He loved it when the bondage slaves orgasmed,hearing their muffled screams of pleasure and watching them twitch and pulsate as the machine mercilessly milked them again and again.
“Lets test the mechanical steel dildo first!”
Jan had no idea that the smooth steel plug stuck a few inches up his asshole was a moveable toy,and when the steel shaft started moving slowly but relentlessly further into him he gasped with surprise. It was slightly stub nosed so as to ensure a good seal when an enema fluid was introduced. Slowly it pushed all the way in,some 9 inches,and then out again. Then again slowly pumping in and out,gently rubbing the prostate, and generally increasing sensations in the lads asshole. Jan’s dick began pulsing in time with the remorseless thrusting which began to speed up a little as Peter turned up the revolutions of the motor. In and out,in and out,regular and robotic. Jan tried to clutch at the lubricated shaft with his anal sphincter as if to slow it down,but it was a fruitless effort. The electrical motor connected to the reciprocating bar that was attached to the steel dildo was just too strong. Another feature was an attached electrostimming cable at the base,which when connected in circuit to one of the electrodes on the inner thigh of the suit that adhered to Jans skin,would make for a most interesting experience for the rubberbound bondage slave. Like the enema device,that was to be a surprise for later on.
With the dildo now gently thrusting remorselessly up and down Peter then moved to the pump system on the right of the chair. “Vacuum pump,now I think” He turned the air extractor valve and what little air there was inside the heavy inflatable suit was sucked out. Jan felt the intense suction as the suit suddenly became hard and resiliant all over his body. It felt like it had been glued to him and it began to become hard to breathe. Sucking in his gas with effort,he was glad when the grasp of the evacuated suit was released. Next Peter wanted to try the suit inflation. Using Argon, a thick heavy gas used by divers for drysuit insulation and inflation,Peter turned the valve on the cylinder behind the chair and the suit began to expand. Again Jan felt it becoming hard to breathe as this time,his chest was pushed inwards by the warm gas filling tough heavy rubber suit. A seperate compartment of the suit around the waist was inflated forming a very tight corset. Jan gasped as it held him tightly. His breathing was being further restricted by its tightness.
“The suit heater next” Peter turned on the suit heater box and a 12 volt current started flowing into the various pads in the suit. This could be used as a punishment device as well,and the Rubber Skinhead shuddered with the memory of the 'Very Hot’ setting he had endured for a full 10 minutes before begging Peter in a very muffled way through a heavy inflatable gag to turn off. He would behave,he had vowed again and again as the earphones had repeated their message from Peter about 'How Things Were to be Done’,akin to brainwashing. That was a punishment for wilful disobediance after he had brutally fucked a weak passive bondage slave without permission,something Peter would not put up with. The misdemeanour was never repeated. Slowly the Rubber Skinhead had learnt who was boss.
Inside the suit, Jan felt himself suddenly getting very warm indeed and the sweat began to run off him and fill the bootees of his light latex suit. Jan began to grunt with discomfort as the dildo continued its relentless thrusting up his asshole. A kind of sensory overload was beginning to overtake the bound rubberboy.
Oblivious to a large extent to Jan’s complaints,Peter smiled and muttered “The lad must be getting a bit warm by now !” Certainly that was true and it was now getting overwhelming for the victim locked into the rubbery blackness. Jan did not know which way to turn. Just as the thought came to him to try to shout 'Stop!’ through the dental dam, suddenly he felt a lot cooler.
The suit twitched as the air was sucked out and high pressure cold water began to flow into the suit and out again through a drain hose. The water coursed around the inside of the suit,squirting and thrusting into every cavity. The suit shook with the pressure but had been designed to accept this kind of punishment.
Suddenly Jan felt a very strange and novel sensation indeed. Cold water entering his bladder. He felt a desperate desire to piss. The release he prayed for was answered. Suddenly a valve was turned and the water mixed with piss squirted up through the narrow transparent tube straight into the anaesthetic mask. Jan gulped down the watery piss that suddenly filled the mask in order to be able to continue breathing. Meanwhile the electrostimming rings on his dick began to pulse harder and faster. The dildo began to thrust faster and deeper and Jan began to shake with pleasure and anticipation in his bondage. Suddenly there was a warm squirt up his asshole as Peter turned on the warm water enema. The dildo pumped up and down,squirt after squirt of warm water rushing up into Jan’s colon. This was a completely new experience and not altogether unpleasant. At first,anyway. Soon Jan was aware of feeling very full and even a little nauseous. The dildo stopped thrusting. There was a pause as the water worked its way up him. Just when he thought he would burst,about half of the soiled enema fluid was suddenly released back down the hole in the steel dildo and out into the drains.
“Another little surprise,I think…” Peter grinned as he switched the dildo machine on again and had it slowly thrust up the lad’s asshole once more. This time he turned on the stimming as well. Jan had only experienced an electrified dildo up his asshole once before,a little while earlier when the stimming butt plug was introduced inside him,and his prostate began again to flex and twitch from the current.The dildo went far deeer than the plug. He gasped again with amazement at the sensation,throwing himself into the feeling of this thrusting electrified metal dick violating him. There was to be one more surprise. The tall dominant Sewerman then reached for a bottle of warm salty water that had been sitting on the radiator and poured it down a funnel that connected into the enema hose for the dildo. Again,Jan felt a new dose of warm water enter deep into his intestine. Turning a valve,Peter locked the liquid into place with the electrified dildo slowly pumping up and down from under the chair. There were a few drops leaking out,but try as he might,Jan could not expel the salty liquid. Suddenly there was an enormous twitch in his asshole. Peter had turned up the electrostimming current into the dildo and the salt water enema was conducting the power deep into his intestinal tract. His whole interior seemed to tingle.
The lad’s breathing rate increased and he began to shake again as if to cum. Seeing this,Peter quickly turned the nitrous valve up and the sweet sickly cloying gas filled the breathing circuit. There was still plenty of lifegiving oxygen in the mix,but enough gas to take Jan’s mind of cumming very fast.
The Rubber Skinhead watched in amazement as his master played with this dial and that,adjusted valves and gas supply. Tweaked the electrostimming programme. He watched the rubber bondage slave twitch,pant and moan in some tumult under his rubbery layers as Peter slowly began to bring him to his first gas masturbation orgasm. Reducing the nitrous mix again,he began to turn up the current and speed of the penile electrostimming rings.Jan began to get into a frenzy,desperate to cum. Once again Peter seeing Jan’s stiff dick in front of him get extra hard and the poor lad’s desperate twitching,still trying to cum,he sadistically increased the gas to slow down the frantic-for-release immobilised heavy rubber slave.
It was a game. Peter could let the lad come any time he wanted,but he wanted to extend the treatment. He wanted to torture the beautiful blue eyed lad,now shaven headed and trapped in intense rubber bondage. Jan was in a frantic state now,desperate to cum but confused and addled with so much gas. When the heavy thick gas came a third time he almost cried with desperation under his mask - he had been seconds away from cumming but suddenly he felt so numb he could not even feel his dick. Peter continued the treatment with various combinations of gas,with suit inflation using hot and cold water,as well as the argon gas. He turned up the heating pads so Jan was uncomforatbly hot then suddenly freezing him again with the rushing cold water. All the time he kept a careful eye on the lad’s hard dick jutting upwards from the seat of the chair. He experimented with the stimming trying to discover Jan’s limits. The dick stayed just as hard whatever current was put through it,but pulsed in time with the frequency of the shocks. It was nice having an experimental animal under his hands. Just for kicks he put Jan to sleep for a few minutes with the gas,then revived him with pure oxygen. The experimentation continued.
Several hours had passed. It was now time to let the lad cum in the Gas Masturbation Chair for the first time. The nitrous was reduced to a 50/50 mix. Peter turned on the popper laden gas cylinder for the first time,allowing a tiny dose into the breathing mix. He inflated the suit fully with argon,and the inflated the hood completely,which squeezed his head and face intensely under the steel bands of the metal harness.It was really uncomfortable for a few minutes but then he bagan to acclimatise to the pressure,as his brain pumped chemicals to dampen the discomfort.. Jan felt a warm glow build up. He seemed to be floating like he was in outer space. Completely detached from the outside world in his warm hypertight inflated suit. Again Peter filled up the lad’s bladder with cool distilled water,but locking shut the distended bladder by closing the pipe valve until he was ready.
Now it was time. Peter turned the nipple pump up onto maximum. Jans tits were being sucked an inch up from his body with regular hard pumps a few seconds apart. The dildo pumping speed was turned up. The electro through the dildo was increased in frequency and intensity and as the steel shaft pumped in and out faster and faster as the salty enema fluid transferred the current to all parts of Jan’s lower intestine,deep inside him. With every thrust of the dildo,Jan’s prostate twitched. Peter turned the dick stimming to an auto programme on the stimming box which would slowly increase the speed and intensity of the stimming rings around the lads dick,adding a most odd grinding and twisting sensation. Finally,Peter gave the lad a powerful draft of the amyl nitrite that was mixed into the small compressed air cylinder.
The intense pressure from the inflated suit.The hard suckling on his nipples.The electrical explosions in his gut. The insistant electrorings electrically pulsing one by one,up and down on his superhard dick. His heart pumping hard from the amyl,the sweet inescapable nitrous gas he had to breathe,the tight bodily compression of the rubber suit. Suddenly Peter turned the valve of the catheter tube and half a litre of warm watery piss from Jan’s bladder squirted once again into the anaesthetic mask. Gasping to breathe,he swallowed his own piss in huge great gulps in between breaths of gas. He could hold out no longer. Jan felt like he was exploding as his orgasm took over. His brain went into a whiteout,seeing stars and colours also. He gasped and panted,yelling into his gag,his dick pumped his thick sperm out around the catheter tube in huge jets,squirting out all over the room in all directions,even over Peter and the Rubber Skinhead who began to laugh loudly. Peter joined in,but after a few minutes had the presence of mind to return all the settings of the pumps,gas and electro to their gentle default positions.
Peter,his rubbers now covered in drops of cum,signalled for the Rubber Skinhead to get down on his knees and fellate him,which he did with pleasure to show his love and devotion to the one man he could call his master. This never took long. As Peter spurted his thick copious sewerman’s load down the throat of his willing rubber skinhead servant,he could feel by the twitching and gasping of the head below him that the Rubber Skinhead had also squirted his own cum into his wet rubbers,assisted by a few strokes of his latex gloved hand against his rubber skinhead jeans.
Inside his dark wet rubber universe,Jan was in ecstacy. He never knew sex could be like this,so powerful,so strong. He now knew that he had been waiting his whole life for this experience and what had just happened would dominate every other action and thought for the rest of his life. He slumped back in his confinement and fell into a state of half sleep and lucid dreaming. He was woken within a few minutes by the anal intrusion of the steel dildo,slowly working its way in and out once again. There was to be no rest for Jan that night,as the Gas Masturbation Chair was now set onto an automatic programme,occasionally augmented by Peter’s presence and personal intervention,which would see Jan milked dry throughout the night - remorselessly jerking him off again and again,making it quite impossible to sleep. Inside his rubbers Jan struggled to fight the machine and his bondage,but resistance,for now, was quite pointless
Jan & The Sewerman Third Chapter
Like it always does for the working stiffs, Monday morning cruelly rolled round yet again. Peter,sleeping in his rubbers and waders,woke to the 0730 alarm reminding him he was on the 0900 shift at work. He could hear the rain pissing down the windows outside so he knew he was up for a busy day down below in the storm water conduits.
Refusing to get up immediately,Peter revelled in his rubber sheets and had a lovely long leisurely piss directly into his neoprene codpiece,which overflowed into the rubber sheets of his bed. The wet warmth was so relaxing and as he slid around in a personal cesspit of his own making,his dick got hard and he popped it out of his codpiece. Clicking the button on the bench by the bed and a small flatscreen monitor suddenly brightened revealing an infra red image of Jan in the alcove in the prep room,locked behind the heavy metal sliding door. The lad had been locked into the Gas Masturbation Chair for some 10 hours by this time,and was still struggling against his bondage. The pumps,dildo and electrostimming were working their way through the general repeating programmes they had been set on the previous night before Peter had retired to bed.
Jan had lost all sense of time. Again and again by experience he had learnt by rote the programme cycles,each of which lasted around an hour. He knew when the three programmes came to a crescendo each 60 minutes, when the stimming would peak and make him cum within 90 seconds,whether he wanted to or not. There was simply no choice with the Gas Masturbation Chair. It worked on you and you came. After the fourth orgasm,there was no sperm left in Jan’s balls. His prostate kept twitching and clear fluid emerged from the end of his dick continuously. When he orgasmed nothing much came out of his reddening dick but orgasm he did. He was now tired and desperate to escape his bonds. His asshole was beginning to get sore with the many hours of pumping from the stainless steel dildo. He was getting nauseous. Was it from from repeated doses of gas,or maybe the enema fluid repeatedly squirting up his colon? The pressure from the suit had become so unbearable that his brain was flooded with endorphins -the natural pleasure chemicals. Jan was completely spaced out. He could hardly think straight. He struggled pointlessly,crying his eyes out and moaning with deep sobs and despair. But never in all the time had he ever said Stop. The Rubber Skinhead had been monitoring him all night and had listened very carefully to the escape word. It had never come,though there were lots of muffled sounds of general distress emanating from under the heavy mask.
Through the speakers Peter heard the cries and watched another bout of twitching as the Erostek box began to reach yet another climax of electrical impulse twitching up the lad’s asshole and up and down his dick. Watching the performance,recumbant in his pissy rubber bed he grasped his dick with his sewerman’s heavy rubber gloves and began stroking.
The Rubber Skinhead in the next room was also jerking off to the struggling boy on his monitor. And in around 1200 locations all over the planet,there were hands round dicks watching the performance live on paynet. Never too difficult for Peter or the Rubber Skinhead to cum watching their own handicraft! For Peter the empathy with the struggling lad locked deep inside his rubber prison was sincere. He had fined tuned the devices himself,with help from engineer friends. But he loved to see guys struggle in bondage,imagining every ounce of the sensations Jan was undergoing. Pretty soon there was a long hard jet of cum in Peter’s bed,followed by another and another. The Rubber Skinhead had no empathy,but he did like seeing people suffer. And knowing Jan was just a few metres away in desperate straits,quickly brought his cum squirting into the teat at the end of his condom built into the light transparent latex bodysuit he liked to wear in bed with his boots.
Peter got up and clattered his way to the kitchen,the studs on his boots sparking on the stone floor.The Rubber Skinhead also emerged from his room,spunk swilling obscenely around the end of his distended dick inside the condom.They met in the hall.
“Work today,I’ll be back this evening around 8. I’ll bring some food in. Your tasks for today: First,I want you to get Jan out of the chair,cleaned up and into the cell to sleep. He should pose no problems for you,the lad must be completely exhausted. If he does resist you know what to do. I’d prefer gas rather than bruises,understood?”
A reference to Jan’s black eye the previous night. The Rubber Skinhead smiled. He liked it when they resisted best of all but he also knew that Jan would be no trouble this time. The cuff round his face last time settled the issue. The lad was now well aware who was in control.
“You get him some food and drink and lock him in the cell - He’ll probably just want to sleep. Tell him I will talk with him in the evening.” The Rubber Skinhead nodded assent.
“ The second Task is to clean up the Gas Masturbation Chair and the suits and piping. Then I want inmate 1 out of the pit, unsuited then immediately suited again in his own gear then into the Gas Masturbation Chair. How you do it is up to you,but I doubt he will be much of a problem for you either. The slightest resistance,you know what to do. You know how much he loves a good booting and he may make a fuss in the hope of this. If so,you may….'indulge yourself’! But no marks to the face,understood?”
I want him out of the apartment by seven and everything cleaned up by the time I get back. And I want you out the way when I get back to talk to Jan,OK?
Inmate 1 was a short but muscular middle-aged Arab businessman,resident in the city. Peter had met him online and had been taken with several things. First,he was actually quite shy and intensely masochistic. Secondly he had a lot of rubber gear and was easily able to afford any gear item he fancied. Thirdly the man was inventive and imaginative with engineering qualifications and experience. The Rubber Skinhead also enjoyed a slightly racist frisson with the guy,having little else but prejudiced contempt for him. But the Rubber Skinhead had contempt for most people other than Peter,so that was nothing abnormal. The Rubber Skinhead was unthinkingly pretty racist in any case, born of little more than reading war comics as a child with unpleasant depictions of anyone foreign - impressions further imprinted by white power gangs in youth detention camps at 16,then gangs he’d joined later .
Peter slipped on a rubber mac over his rubbers and chose a favourite pair of red toecapped industrial wellies. Then he clomped out the front door into the heavy rain. He walked to the Municipal Sewerage depot,looking at the roster to see what he was down for that day. As usual when it rained heavily the secondary rainwater road sewers got blocked with all the rubbish that went down the road draingrilles,so it would be a hard slog all day with rake and spade shifting the stuff. In the changing area he put on the Municipal PVC overalls over his old pissy wetsuit and changed into his work waders. Mik and Tomas were out by the van waiting to take him to the assignment.
“We start off at Blocker 3 and then go over down to the sump intersection” said Mik,his sewer buddy. A hard day ahead,but Peter didn’t mind. He enjoyed the work,every day was different,and he liked being with his mates,joshing and joking. They were a dirty bunch of fuckers, always going on about some tart they had screwed. Peter’s interests were kinda understood and they were cool about it,but never asked too much what he got up to. But they knew of the city centre leather bar he drank in well enough so could make their own conclusions,and Peter’s rubber gear under his work overalls was accepted with great bemusement.
Meanwhile The Rubber Skinhead was removing a somewhat desperate and incoherent Jan from the Gas Masturbation Chair,unscrewing metal bands and releasing leather buckles. Jan only knew something was happening when everything stopped. He’d cum about 30 minutes before and the cycled programme was in the middle of an enema. As Jan was released from his bonds he began to struggle as a result of the huge pressure of water inside him which was very uncomfortable indeed and was not being voided as the release valves were shut. The Rubber Skinhead,now dressed himself in a loose PVC overall over his transparent rubber undersuit and steel capped wellies,lifted Jan off the dildo
Jan’s asshole seemed to explode,spraying enema fluid everywhere through the anal port of his suits. Quite clean water,as it happened,as the moaning bondage boi had been through over a dozen cycles since the previous night. The Rubber Skinhead was glad to be in his overalls even so, as a lot of the anal torrent had erupted in his direction. But there was no smell or mess. It was just water,after all.
Jan offered no resistance as he was laid on the floor mumbling amd moaning quietly. The mitts were removed first. Jans wet crumpled fingers stretched gingerly after release from the bondage board. The suit was unzipped at the back,a huge gush of water and sweat burst out as the heavy zip was lowered. Finally he was naked on the floor shivering,pale and shaken,like a newborn baby. The Rubber Skinhead knew what to do now as he had done so many times before for Peter. The boy now had other needs that had to be tended to. As much as he wanted to humiliate and demean this mass of whimpering flesh on the floor,he knew what now had to be done. Still,his dick twitched under the rubber at the thought of his heavy industrial wellies making contact with the cute shaven headed lad on the floor. Indeed,as Jan opened his eyes and looked up,seeing the boots and the rubber industrial geared skinhead standing over him,he flinched and curled up into a ball,fearing attack.
Instead the rubber skinhead knelt down and cradled Jan in his strong arms. With effort,he picked him up and carried him out of the tack room,along the corridor to a bathroom where a huge ancient metal bathtub filled with hot water awaited. Lowering him slowly and carefully into the water,the Rubber Skinhead showed a most unusual tenderness toward Jan and poured a little green bathfoam into the water,swirling it around with his rubber glove. He then proceded to gently wash Jan all over in the foamy water. Jan was wasted. He had never felt so tired in his life,and was asleep within minutes of being dried by a large white towel and carried to his bed in the small 'prison cell’ halfway down the stairs. The Rubber Skinhead locked the door,checking through the eyehole that all was OK and then went to shower and thence to his own room to sleep for a while. The rubber prisoner in pit 1 was visible on the monitor in his bedroom,with the sound full on. If there was any problem he would hear it, waken and attend to the guy. As he fell asleep he looked forward to his private afternoon session with the Arab businessman. He hoped the guy would fight back a little more this time.
Peter got back at 8 that night after stopping off at his favourite bar,still in gear,for a chat with some mates and a beer after a long hard day. He stopped off to get some burgers,salad and fries to take back home.There was beer in the fridge. Unusually the apartment was deadly quiet,but he knew that The Rubber Skinhead was probably in his room and Jan was in the cell,as had been arranged,maybe still sleeping after his overnight treatment. Peter walked down the steps at the end of the hall and peered through the keyhole. Actually Jan was awake,sitting on the bed with a sheet wrapped round him.There were no clothes in the cell. Hearing the click of the lock,he turned to look at the door. Peter entered.
“You been awake for long,kiddo? How are you?”
“Fine. Just been awake for an hour or so,sir!”
“Don’t call me 'sir’,Jan. I’m not your master. This is not a roleplay scene. My name’s Peter. You must be hungry. I got some food for you and we need to talk. Come on through to the kitchen area.”
Shyly,the sheet still wrapped round his naked torso,Jan followed the tall rubber sewerman out of the cell. He could smell the warm rubber and the earthy smell of Peter and the muck he had spent the day clearing in the sumps. Peter was wearing his normal gear,having removed his municipal PVC oversuit at the bar. Old smelly waders. Old shiny wetsuit. Bulging codpiece. Shoulder length gloves hanging from his thick rubber belt. Jan admired every inch of the shiny image of real genuine filthy rubberman as it walked in front of him,up the stairs and into the kitchen/breakfast bar area. He was transfixed by Peter,just as he had been three days earlier when he first saw him in the bar.
The food was hot and tasty. Jan wolfed it down and had a bottle of chocolate milk,then another. He didn’t feel like beer. Peter popped a can of Heineken open and ate alongside him. “Want some tiramisu?“said Peter.” Some in the fridge if Jed hasn’t had it.“
“The Rubber Skinhead. He lives here too. He’s my rubberslave in a sense, but also a mate,well,maybe more than that. I kind of look after him. He’s not a lover or anything like that,but I watch out for him I guess.” Peter smiled as he thought about the Rubber Skinhead - Not really a kind of guy who could fall in love anyway. Just too damaged. But not beyond saving. “ He kind of works for me too,looks after the place” Peter continued “It’s a mutual benefit thing..he’s useful to have around and he often helps me with play sessions”
“Ah” Jan felt nervous. He wanted to tell Peter so much about how great the last three days had been,how he had changed,how he wanted to be with him. Already he had quite a crush on Peter as young guys often do with stronger older men.
“Jan,what do you want from me?”
Jan heard himself saying “Could I be your slave?” and then instantly regretting it with embarassment. His face went red.
“Just listen for a minute,kiddo. This is not what I am about. As I said before, I am not a master and you are not my slave or my property.I am a top,for sure and you are pretty heaviliy into having stuff done to you,but you have a lot of energy and spirit and,well,I like that . This is a kind of play,yet is also deadly serious. I know by your reactions what you have been thinking and I know you have been getting very in to what I have been doing to you. Yes,I admire your strength and your courage. But I also will admit to wanting to demean and humiliate you,and some of what I have been doing has been motivated by this.”
Peter took a sip of his beer,finishing the can. He continued.
“Now,the Rubber Skinhead is not the same kind of person as me. He is a very damaged young guy and hurts inside. He ’s gone through some nasty shit in his life so far and it’s pretty much twisted him up. For him,sex has always been about violence and intimidation,from when he was a child. Nasty stuff is what turns his crank. I keep him under control in much the same way that I might keep a guard dog from biting someone. I let him have his pleasure up to a point as a reward. With me,he knows the rules and consequences for disobedience. Perhaps this is the first time in his life he has had proper structure and he is changing into something stronger and more decent. I respect him,and the effort he has made to reform. In turn he respects the effort I have made with him. If he could love anyone,I guess it would be me”
Peter fetched himself another can of Heineken.
“So,I ask again,Jan. What do you want from me?”
Jan looked at Peter hard. “ I dunno. Stuff here has happened so fast. I was never expecting such an intense scene. I’m confused about what has happened to me. I thank you for what you have done for me, I feel like a kind of Pandora’s box has been opened. I do want more rubber bondage. I do really want more. I want your attention and your devotion and control of me. I want to learn from you and explore my interests through you”
“Lots of wants,then” said Peter. Silence.
“ I got wants too, kiddo” said Peter. “I want to do stuff to you,I want to see you brought down to the depths,I want to see how low you will go. I want to see your devotion to me and I want to see you make an effort to please me. But what it means is that you have to trust me. You have to understand that you are safe with me and the stuff I do to you will not result in anything unpleasant happening to you,other than the kind of passing discomforts you felt in the masturbation chair. It’s kind of play but it’s kind of real. In a sense you are in complete control of scenes. You just have to say 'Stop’. But that would have consequences,as you well understand. But there’s a lot of stuff I want to show you and involve you with ”
“What kind of stuff?” Said Jan with genuine curiousity.
“Not telling. Would spoil it for you. Some surprises. Some stuff I haven’t fully thought up yet. Things I want to explore. Ideas. Fantasies. But with you as the centrepiece. But foremost what I want is for you to do exactly as you are told when you are with me and The Rubber Skinhead. And with others maybe.”
Peter paused and drank deeply from the can
“As for the Rubber Skinhead,you must understand especially he is very literal and follows instructions to the letter,and will not brook disobediance from others when instructed,just as I have taught him. He follows orders unthinkingly from me as if he were a soldier. He is useful but he can be dangerous which is why he needs to be kept on a very short leash. Jan,I want you to learn to follow orders too. No master/slave roleplay stuff. Real orders. I want your obedience,no messing about,no arguments,no moods,no games and I want your respect. If you got a problem you tell me about it and I will listen and explain my point of view,and maybe sort it out. But I am in control here. Got it?”
“Good. Now,I got to work this week ,so you are going back to the uni flats until Friday night where I want you to come to the same bar as when we met. I want you in full multilayered heavy latex rubber. I have a heavy industrial PVC oversuit for you I will give you later but I got some old heavy industrial studded waders as a gift,in your size here and now for you to take. I want you with waders and gloves and a transparent silicone latex mask. Head to toe in new rubber. Shiny,polished and sexy. Peter handed Jan a card. Go to the rubber shop at this address tomorrow morning at 10. They are expecting you.They will make you up what you need. Don’t worry about the cost. It’s sorted.”
“Now,one other thing before you go” smiled Peter. “Kneel down in front of me and take that fucking sheet off your shoulders” A naked shaven headed Jan did as he was bidden.. He knelt silently on the cold tiled floor,staring straight at the rubberman in the stool above him ,his dick getting stiff as a result. Peter pulled on his shoulder length gloves,clipping them to the shoulder buckles. He reached up each arm in turn as his fingers entered tightly the furthest reaches of the giant black rubber tubes. The studs of Peter’s waders scraped on the tile floor as he stood up from the stool and positioned his bulging rubber codpiece closer in front of Jan. “Lick it….”
Jan ran his tongue around the neoprene foam codpiece,made of the same material as the old wetsuit that the sewerman was wearing. It stank of piss,sweat ,sewers and rubber. Jan worshipped it with his tongue feeling the thick rod underneath stretch out and harden. Jan tried to get his tongue round the edge of the codpiece and into the pouch,feeling steel popperstuds with his tongue. Suddenly piss squirted out of the pouch. Jan knew what to do. He sucked the gamey piss as it flowed out of the codpiece and swallowed it gulping it down as he had been taught over the previous few days whilst in heavy bondage. But then, he had no choice,now he did. And he chose to suck it out of the bulging pouch as it erupted forth. Drops ran down the wetsuit legs into Peter’s waders,but Jan made every effort to lick then up as the flow ran down. Still.there was so much piss,it was impossible to staunch the flow and Peter waders began to slowly fill up with the green liquid. Peter knew how to control his piss so he could continue the flow for minutes at a time,stopping and starting.
Satisfied the lad had serviced draining his piss orally with great care and attention,Peter decided it was time to let him have his dick to worship. He got his fingers around the codpiece and pulled it off,the popperstuds giving a loud set of clicks. Peter’s impressive uncircumcised dick with a PA ring shining from under the foreskin stood erect above Jan. A thick chromed cockring framed his gentalia and shaven balls kept taught by a 2 inch thick steel segmented ball collar. Additionally a dozen heavy piercing rings in his shaven scrotum rattled about as Peter shifted position. Jan moved his head as if to lick the hard stiff dick towering over him. But he was pushed back by two heavy rubber gloved hands, holding his head at each side. He was forced to look hard at the dick he would come,in time,to adore like no other. Then there was a sudden spray of piss from the erect dick right into Jan’s face. And again,hard as it was for Peter to piss through his hard-on, he wanted the boy to firmly appreciate who was boss here. And there was an element of demeaning the pretty lad too. Some guys are just too perfect. This is what they need.
Then Peter released his grip and Jan started servicing the rubberman’s balls and dick. A labour of love,truly. Licking every square millimeter of Peter’s rampant masculinity again and again. As he did so,his hands started stroking the old heavy filthy waders. Waders that he had worshipped close up through his eyeslits,masked and bound in the wet pit a few nights before. Jan had not cum since the masturbation chair and was very hot again,shaking with sexual need as he licked lovingly inside Peter’ loose foreskin. Peter moved back and rested his rubbered bum on the metal stool again as Jan lapped and licked up and down his straining shaft. It wouldn’t be long,Peter knew. He’d had a hard on half the day watching straight hunk Mik in gear shovelling black mud in front of him deep down in the drained sump.
Again Peter reached for Jan’s shaven head with his heavy industrial gloved arms. “Suck it” was all he had to say and Jan was joyfully pumping and drooling up and down Peter’s stiff organ. Deep throating him and choking with pleasure as the stiff dick worked it’s way deeper and deeper down his throat,thrust after thrust as he pushed his crotch up off the barstool. Peter’s studded waders touched Jan’s dick and started to rub it with the industrial protection rubber cleats on the toe and heels and around the sole. Jan moaned with pleasure. Then Peter pushed his foot up and started stroking the Jan’s erection with the steel studs on the sole.
Jan could not control himself and started spunking all over the waders,gasping and groaning as he did so. Peter looked down at the white spurts over the black dirty rubber of the boots and started cumming himself. Grasping Jan’s sweaty shiny head hard he forced his dick as deep as Jan could take it. Then a rictus pause and a yell…And squirt after squirt of thick white goo poured down Jan’s throat. Jan swallowed it eagerly,trying not to choke on all the cum. Peter withdrew a little and continued spunking in Jan’s mouth,encouraged by the lad’s sucking and caressing tongue. Then slowed down and stopped,both men heavily panting.
Peter looked up and at the kitchen area doorway was the Rubber Skinhead in his favourite tight thin rubberskinhead outfit and favourite rubber MAI jacket. His 30 hole whitelaced black Rangers shone as a result of hours of devoted polishing. He was unmasked and leaning on the doorframe smiling with his dick expanding down the right leg of the blue 'bleachers look’ thin latex jeans. He had been silently watching and appreciating the scene in front of him for a little while, but neither Peter or Jan had noticed him. He looked at Peter as if asking him something,then Peter nodded. He walked over,pulling his long thin partly rubbered dick out of his rubber jeans,masturbating it as he walked over to Jan. With a firm grip still on the lad’s head,Peter kept his dick in Jan’s mouth,still oozing cum as Jan licked around inside his foreskin. The Rubber Skinhead moved over to wank within inches of Jan’s face. Jan looked up at him,still suckling on Peter’s dick. The skinhead’s foreskin was pulled back and forth faster and faster. Precum dripped out. Suddenly there was a huge spray of cum. No sound from the Rubber Skinhead. He just stood still,legs akimbo,shaking out the spurts directly onto Jan’s face. Insisting no cum be wasted he carefully directed each spray to a different part of the lad’s head,with Peter’s smiling approval. There was no groan,no heavy breathing. When he had finished he shook his dick for one last time over Jan’s head,drips also landing on Peter’s industrial rubbergloves,then replaced it in his jeans and walked out of the room not saying anything. The front door shut. He was off to the Monday rubberskinhead night at The Bar.
Jan showered,dressed,thanked Peter and left. He walked back to his room at the Uni,carrying his prized 'new’ waders in a bag. He walked along wet streets across the darkening city,his mind filled with images and imaginings. It was sticky and warm. Rumbles of thunder and flashes of sheet lightning warned of more rain to come.
As promised,Peter was in the bar the following Friday night when Jan walked in. The sewerman had had another long day in the tunnels and there’d been a row about safety equipment with a manager who had not worked underground for 20 years. He was almost thinking of postponing the meet with Jan. But a few beers cheered him up as did telling some mates about the scene he’d had with that 'cute kid who cruised him last Friday’, after being asked how it had gone.
When he saw Jan in his new rubbergear enter the bar,there were no longer any doubts or feelings of tiredness. The lad was stunning,shining in rubber from head to foot . He was wearing a transparent facemask,his sweaty shaven head shining through, three skin tight black polished rubber catsuits,one on top of another.Over his outfit was a diaphanous transparent ultrathin silicone rubber jacket,looking more like an item of raingear. Snaking up to the top of his thighs were a pair of heavy clumpy industrial rubber waders with studded steel soles,so useful in wet muddy conditions. A thick heavy rubber belt with a wallet pouch and straps connected to the waders completed the outfit. The rubbershop guys had done a good job. Peter had not paid for any of the work,a favour having been returned for a photoshoot and a session in his cellar a year previously by a Chinese business contact of Peter’s solicitor benefactor - a session that the Rubber Skinhead had particularily 'enjoyed’ as well.
In the bar,still not packed,all eyes were on Jan,and he knew it. He basked the attention as he walked over to Peter and his mates. Peter was dressed in his normal post-sewer working outfit which was more or less the same thing he wore all the time,play,work,shopping,socialising,clubbing and even sleeping. More often than not,when he did have to wash,he couldn’t be arsed to take it off,and just ran a hosepipe down the neck of the old wetsuit and up the rear crotch zip so as to flush the suit out and clean himself at the same time . With warm water running through the suit,it was not an unpleasant experience,'kinda like being pissed on’ he had told a mate. He did change waders a fair bit though,having a dozen different pairs which spent their time in the drying out cupboard in the utility room of his apartment. And there were more in his works locker and van. They didn’t last long in the sewers with heavy work each day. But Peter had rescued quite a lot of his old workboots and those of his workmates when they were ready for the skip, and had taken them home to add to his collection.
Social pleasantaries and introductions at the bar made,they had a drink and Peter’s mates went off to find some fun at the back of the rapidly filling bar. Peter and Jan reviewed the events of the previous weekend. The sewerman was trying to get impressions of what the lad liked and what he was less keen on,some kind of feedback. Sure,he’d gauged the lad’s passivity well during the scenes, watching him grunting and groaning ecstatically in tight inescapable rubber bondage. He had also been surprised by the energy,perseverence and spirit of the 20 year-old. Jan could take a lot. His excellent performance in doing simple stuff like servicing Peter whilst naked and on his knees immediately when asked,had also not gone unappreciated. As Peter talked,the lad nodded and answered questions simply and politely without gushing,all the time staring into Peter’s eyes with the kind of devotion that a dog might have to a beloved owner.
“Something different tonight planned” said Peter. “We’re gonna get you into breathing apparatus and we are going down into the sewers,well kind of.. How would you like that?” Jan’s heart missed a beat then starting pumping blood with excitement. He loved breathing gear. He had many thousands of pictures and films from the net of divers,firemen and industrial hazmat gear. So much of his fantasy life had been built round this imagery,but he had had no chance to ever play in such kit,other than short diver training tryout sessions when on holiday. He had noticed the BA [breathing apparatus] sets in Peter’s prep room and wondered what they were used for. Now he was going to find out. Breathlessly,he awaited Peter’s next words. “ I’ll do a bit of training for you on the use of this gear. Don’t worry,you’ll be fine. I’ll look after you like you were my son.” Jan thought this was a nice thing to say.
“Where will we be entering the sewers?” enquired the lad.
“Under my apartment. You might remember there was a drain cover down in the cellar. No one knows about this but it took me two months to construct an entrance using gear I borrowed from work. I knew there was a disused branch of the waste water system under my house,five metres down from the celler when I bought the place. It was on the plans. It’s kind of parallel to the main sewerage system but it only handles rainwater off the streets.” He paused, to observe Jan’s reactions. Jan was fascinated.
“The first section is dry and disused,” continued Peter,“ but it leads to another section through a security door that I have the key for . And that area is wet and pretty smelly. I can also get into the wastewater sewers via an overflow system pipe. Yeah, I spent a lot of time exploring the system over the years and I know it pretty well as part of my work too.” He grinned.“ I got a few surprises for you down there!”
They walked back to Peter’s apartment in the industrial section of town,their waderstuds kicking up sparks on the stone pavements. It was the same route as the previous Friday. A warm and dry night. It took half an hour to get there. Peter usually walked everywhere in the city,getting a kick out of being seen and known for the rubber gear he endlessly wore.
The Rubber Skinhead opened the door as they approached the apartment. He’d been waiting for them and had got everything carefully checked over and prepared as Peter had requested. Over a latex transparent catsuit,he was dressed in full industrial rubber this time,a grey rubberised splash suit,a thick belt, waders, industrial elbow length black rubber gloves. Over his shaven head was a thin transparent rubber open face hood. He stared at Jan appreciatively but without a smile. “Everything is ready?” asked Peter. The Rubber Skinhead nodded. He rarely seemed to say much unless bidden to by his boss. It gave him a menacing demeanour and Jan was still frightened by him. He remembered the kicking the previous weekend by this violent and strong shaven headed thug,but knew that Peter had him well under control.
To the prep room for an hour of instruction as to the use of the BA sets, Aga black rubber full face masks and high pressure Aga twin cylinders on a harness which would provide 2 to 3 hours of air on the surface or in shallow water. When Peter was sure the lad understood what he had been taught,it was time to kit up. Hauling out a thick heavy green PVC hooded splashsuit with a municipality logo,the Rubber Skinhead helped Jan get into it,still in his latex suits,removing his waders then replacing them when the suit was on. Peter removed his own waders then clambered into his protective PVC suit as well,the gear rustling as he zipped it up and replaced his old favourite studded waders. Two heavy orange safety harnesses were lifted out of a trunk and The Rubber Skinhead busied himself strapping up the two men. A waterproof radio 'sewerphone’ box,the size of a couple of packs of cigarettes was attached to the belt with a cable leading to the mike and earphones inside the Aga mask. Then a gas detector box and a compact torch placed on the chest strap. Finally the tank harnesses were lifted on to the two sweating industrial rubbermen, attached full face masks swaying on their hoses,and pressure gauges attached to their chest on a kind of short hose sticking up so they could always see them when masked.
Peter finished off his instruction. “The sewerphone is connected to our masks. The Rubber Skinhead is to be our surface support and we will both be roped to him and the surface at all times. Today this is primarily to test your ability to be in BA for extended periods,and to follow instructions underground. We’ll also be getting wet.”
The Rubber Skinhead then carefully checked over the gear once again,tightening a few straps and they all walked down the metal steps to the cellar.
In pit number 2 was the solicitor,bound,hooded and floating in heavy rubber for the weekend as he had been so many times before,connected up by a hose on the floor from a wall connector to an entonox supply which was making his brain feel rather blurry,but warm and cosy. He loved breathing the gas in rubber.
The Rubber Skinhead had somewhat roughly seen to that matter earlier in the day. The Solicitor had arrived in mid afternoon,rang the doorbell and when the Rubber Skinhead answered the door he was hustled inside. The Rubber Skinhead had no time for 'suits’ and wealthy educated people like the solicitor,and very quickly told him to shut up when he started talking about the taxi journey at the door. As normal,the Rubber Skinhead had subdued him round the neck ,dragged him to the utility room,then stripped him of his Armani suit and expensive shirt and tie,ripping off his designer underwear and and silk socks,throwing his immaculate Italian shoes across the room in disgust. Forcing on the heavy thick urethral insert steel chastity device painfully round his dick and balls,locking it and then carefully hanging the key on a hook marked CD1 on the wall behind the bench, and then pulling him into a tight and heavy latex catsuit with attached fingerless latex mitts and socks. The whole suit was slimy and wet. It had been heavily lubed to aid rapid dressing.
The Rubber Skinhead then forced the struggling rubber slave into the thick rubber bondage sack,giving him a few light cuffs to aid co-operation. He liked it when they struggled and resisted him. Satisfied his victim was inescapably immobilised and tightly strapped down,he carried him downstairs,like a squirming moaning rubber caterpillar. Then he unceremoniously dropped him feet first into the middle wet pit,locking the wooden head surround into place and pumping up his gag,with a few kicks to the head,and pissing over him for good measure - Just to make sure he was under no impression that the Rubber Skinhead liked him in any way. For then the eyeslits were left open so he could appreciate the view of the heavy industrial gear fetish scene taking place in front of him.
The large steel manhole cover was opened with a large gangers 'key’, with a metal ladder leading down into the depths. Jan gingerly looked down into it feeling nervous about what he was letting himself into. The Rubber Skinhead turned on their breathing mix and then helped the two industrial rubberfetishists put their full face masks on. Then he picked up a couple of black lightweight halfshell crash helmets which he strapped over their heads over the mask straps. He then switched on the torches. Jan started breathing the cool dry 'Nitrox40’ oxygen enriched air.
“Testing!” came through the earphones and then Peter asked Jan if he could hear him OK. “Yeah just fine.” said Jan. The Rubber Skinhead had a radio coms box on a metal desk and enquired through the combox mike whether they could hear him too. He would be monitoring the descent from the surface. Two coils of rope either side of the manhole were attached to Peter and Jan’s harness. Peter went down first,step after step,hand after hand into the darkness,his chest mounted torch illuminating the walls of the access tube. Once at the bottom of the ladder,he told Jan to carefully make his way down. Peter could hear the heavy breathing of the lad in his mask as he went down the ladder. It was the result more of nerves than effort. The sound always turned Peter on and his dick stretched appreciatively in it’s slimy neoprene codpiece. Jan too was excited,but he was also a bit frightened.
When he reached the floor of the tunnel,he got his bearings through the mask and reached for his own torch which he turned on. Peter grabbed hold of the boy so they were standing face to face,and began groping and rubbing his hands over the PVC suit - noticing with appreciation Jan’s hard-on which he stroked firmly. Jan reached down and could also feel the other rubberman’s dick,stiff and waiting release under the rubber and PVC. Frantic rustling of the material for a few minutes as the two men started masturbating each other. A little button on the side of the masks allowed poppers to be added to the breathing mixture…something of a surprise to Jan when Peter depressed it,flooding his brain with so much strong pure Amyl Nitrite,so much he could hardly think straight for a bit,but it made his dick strain against the rubber he was wearing under the PVC protective gear. Jan loved poppers.
“Hold on,we gonna go exploring. I got things to show you.” and he walked down the tunnel telling Jan to keep to his side and instructing The Rubber Skinhead to feed them both more line. Hearing the panting in the masks of each other through the earphones made them both hot,but there was a sensory wonderland down here of rubbery smells through the masks,residual poppers,the sound of creaking PVC suits and the click of the studded waders as they walked on the brick floor of the 2.5 meter bore tunnel,their torches making the shadows dance. After about 30 metres they came across a huge concrete wall blocking off the tunnel. “Foundations of a block of flats put up twenty years back. That’s why they had to divert this tunnel” said Peter.
The two rubberised explorers turned back the other way. “See the bolts in the wall?” Peter shone the torch up at them. “I put those in. I can attach bondage harnesses and chains to them. It’s a pretty inescapable place. I’ve KO’d a few guys in the rubber cellar and dragged them down here still in their bondage sacks. They wake up here,immobilised,tied to the wall in a dark tunnel underground. Kinda freaks some guys out. Also is a good place for noisy captives to be punished” He pointed to a wooden frame by the wall with torch. A location that the Rubber Skinhead feared. “ I can gag them for sure,but I kind of like to hear them 'express themselves’ when they are being punished”.
“With what?” said Jan,showing his ignorance of corporal punishment.
“Whips,canes and belts. That kind of stuff. It makes bad boys good!”
“Oh” Not something that Jan had ever thought about much but made him realise the seriousness of Peter’s interests.
They walked on through the dark tunnel,the ropes being let out as they continued walking. Another wall,brick this time,with a metal door. Peter drew out an old key from his belt pouch and unlocked it. With a loud grinding creak it opened as he pulled it toward him. They walked through.
Ahead there was water on the floor of the tunnel. As the tunnel began to go down slightly the floor got wet and muddy. Pretty soon they were splashing through 20cm of water. “More line” said Peter and above the Rubber Skinhead grunted acknowledgement through the coms link and did as he was instructed. As they walked in deeper it was obvious that there was deep mud below the water and they both began to sink into it. Jay lost his footing and fell sideways into it,the torchlight turning orange as it dipped below the muddy water. His mask dipped into the water. There were a lot of bubbles as he exhaled underwater through the full face mask, but none of the dirty water reached his face,and despite his alarm he could still breathe. Peter reached down to pull him up,but seeing the struggling gear laden guy flailing about in the mud knelt down and started stroking Jan in the mud. Jan turned in the muddy water,round a bit facing sideways in the filth with his mask just above the water and saw his long rubber gloved pervert buddy start rubbing his own suit at the crotch. Then Jan felt the firm grip of his Peter’s hand on his own stiff erection under the suits. It was quite insistant,jerking and sliding up and down along the ridge in the PVC suit. Peter reached down,his suitlight illuminating the filthy water. He grabbed at some thick bluey grey mud and rubbed it all over Jan’s suit. Mud under the water. Jan reached down and started covering himself with it too. Again and again,listening to Jan moan and gasp into his mask mike.Then Peter starting getting hot watching the writhing lad .
“Yeah get that filthy mud all over you,you dirty little rubberboy” moaned Peter “You love the filth,don’t ya? Just want to get down into it,don’t ya?”
Jan groaned in agreement but in truth he was unsure what to think other than to feel his dick was stiff and desperate for release.
Moving swiftly to pin down the rubber boy,Peter knelt over his chest. Jan tried to struggle and escape like in some wierd geared wrestling match,their torches flashing about the tunnel. But Peter was heavier and much stronger than his victim. With his PVC suited knees he pinned down the lad’s shoulders,his waders kicking hard into the side of Jan’s chest and the clumpy studded boots placing themsleves in Jans groin Jan moaned loudly. The filthy water was now coming into his suit and filling his waders and gloves. Peter moved forward a bit, his crotch in line with Jans masked face.. Pushing the mask just below the surface he covered it with a handful of the stinking mud. Jan could see no more. But he could breathe and even stimulate his dick a little as he uselessly tried to writhe under the big guy pinning him down. His head was under the water completely now and the tanks on his back sank lower into the mud below trapping him into position.
Peter starting stroking his own dick under the suit. He managed to pop the studs of the wetsuit codpiece and his dick sprang forth into a fold in the PVC suit,where he could easily rub and stroke it up and down. Just a few centimeters from Jan’s facemask covered in mud,he stroked his dick furiously. The sight and sound of the gasping and bubbles underwater turned him on hugely. The useless struggles of the pretty boy being demeaned in the filthy water beneath him just added to Peter’s thrill. He could feel them both beginning to sink further down into the mud. Reaching down he switched off Jan’s torch under the water ,and then his own. A little press of the button on the side of his mask and a huge draft of pure poppers came through with the enriched O2 breathing mix.
In the dark,Peter started shaking and moaning himself. Shouting out abuse at the slimy muddy bubbling creature in the filthy water under him,kicking and jerking his powerful legs and industrial waders,thrusting his hips up and down on the captive boy in the water. Jan felt like he was being ridden like a horse and was in a degree of discomfort now. But the tough rubberman on top was only interested in bringing himself to a violent orgasm . Shouting and yelling into the mike. Panting and gasping. Above, in the cellar,an appreciative audience listened to the open coms circuit speaker on the metal desk. With great shaking and thrusting and gasping of popper laden air in his full face mask,Peter came furiously. Long gobs of spunk coated the interior of his PVC oversuit. He collapsed down into the water,gasping and moaning.
Under him,under the water,Jan was very close to cumming as well. A burst of amyl into his mask,as Peter reached down underwater and pressed the button on the side of the mask…and after just thirty seconds of booted manipulation in his groin Jan spasmed away under down in the cold dark filthy mud,yelling,gasping and screaming as he started squirting copious spunk into his new latex gear.
Meanwhile,in the cellar above them,the Rubber Skinhead was getting hot and horny. He moved over to the pits so as to be orally serviced by the solicitor. At least this creep had some use! After having removed the entonox mask and turning off the gas supply at the wall,he removed the anatomical gag of the moaning bondage slave in the pit.
Then Rubber Skinhead laid sideways on the floor,inserting his long thin hard dick down the throat of the sucking bondage slave in the pit. The guy was usually good at this but seemed to be being a tad lazy today. But it made no difference really,he just got rougher and he thrust his long organ down the throat of the grunting bondage slave making the guy cough and retch. The bondage slave,chastened by this treatment started sucking properly again. Pretty soon the Rubber Skinhead shot his cum down the throat of cocksucking solicitor,whose own dick bulged and throbbed painfully in his steel chastity device. No release for the victim for another two days,when as always he would be permitted to jerk off licking the dirty rubber booted feet of Peter and the Rubber Skinhead.
Peter turned on the torches again, reached down into the water and pulled Jan out of the mud. It took some effort to get the tanks free from the sucking mud but Peter managed it and Jan stood up rather shakily covered in filthy mud. They both shook the water out of their waders as best they could. They were lucky to be so well prepared with breathing apparatus. If they could have smelled it they’d have been quite overcome by the awful smell of rot and decay down here,bad egg gas and methane a planty but not quite enough to set off their portable alarms. Checking that the lad was alright after his submergence,he checked their air which was running low, then they started walking back to the ladder back up into the cellar. “Bring the ropes back in and have the cellar hosepipe ready the wash us down as we come up the steps” Peter ordered the Rubber Skinhead . “Yep,boss.” was the reply.
Part 4 : Deeper and Tighter
After the muddy trip down into the storm drains,and the high pressure hose wash on the ladder,Jan and Peter finally reached the surface and stood dripping on the cellar floor,still breathing compressed enriched air through their black rubber Aga fullface masks. Their heavy waders were part filled with muddy water and they slooshed about. Jan immediately noticed several things on the cellar floor that he had not seen before. Another twin air tank set,blue in colour this time,along with sets of chains and cuffs. Through the coms Peter told Jan to keep his mask on and stand still. The Rubber Skinhead immediately removed the tank harness Jan was wearing and lowered it to the floor. Adept at fast tank changes,he immediately changed over the depleted ones over for the full ones disconnecting and reconnecting the first stage of the BA regulator to the tanks. Jan had no air for just under a minute but was ordered by Peter to put up with it. And he did as he was told although his lungs seemed to be bursting by the time clean air came through.
Though it wasn’t air. There was a sweet smell and it seemed thick and tingled on his gums as he sucked it down. Entonox,he recognised it - he had been given it before . A mix of 50/50 Oxygen and Nitrous Oxide. Already it started to make him feel light and elated and he sucked it down with joy and pleasure. Hearing the lad’s gurgles of pleasure in front of him through the coms, Peter,still masked himself,warned him to breathe normally - the tank was going to have to be made to last for several hours. The tank harness of the new cylinders was lifted back onto Jan’s back and strapped tightly and securely around his waist and shoulders over the heavy orange safety harness,still attached to the rope from the drain exploration.
The rubber skinhead then busied himself with the heavy chains and locks. First the legs were chained together with locks at the ankles,below the knees and around the thighs and waist. Four heavy duty locks were clicked into place. Despite the gas now affecting his reasoning and vision,Jan could feel the weight and tightness. Two heavy steel manacles were placed around Jan’s rubber covered wrists and were locked into place on to the industrial harness belt he was wearing that had two steel loops on the side.
Jan stood there not knowing what was going to happen next.
Peter looked through his mask at the immobilised young rubber pervert with appreciation.
“Pit 3,right under this time. Full submergence.”
The Rubber Skinhead did not have to be asked twice. Unclipping the rope,He dragged Jan over to the rectangular hole filled with water and carefully lowered him,still breathing from the gas tanks on his back, into the water. As he sank down,the Rubber Skinhead switched on the torch on the lad’s harness. The heavy chains ensured that Jan sank down below the surface this time.
Jan was quite shocked as the bubbles escaped from the mask regulator into the water. The pit was quite narrow and slightly rectangular,so he could not turn around. It was actually deeper than he had thought,about two and a half metres in all ,and finally he felt and heard his chained feet touch the floor of the water filled bondage chamber.
He had been expecting release from his gear after the exhausting time in the muddy drains and maybe a chance to spend some more time talking with Peter. But that was not to be. Peter had a sadistic side and he knew that a rollercoaster of pleasure and discomfort worked best to keep pretty young guys in their place. He also didn’t want to spend time socialising with the lad,well not just yet maybe. He didn’t want to break the magic of playing with an anonymous,inexperienced and slightly frightened boytoy.
The Rubber Skinhead walked over to the side of the rubbercellar and fetched a large square oak cap to the pit and carefully placed it over the pit with steel locks fed through bolds set into the concrete floor. With the two heavy locks clicked into position,keys left in place,Jan was trapped underwater,breathing gas and quite unable to escape. He struggled against his bonds,twisting and writhing with a degree of frustration and annoyance. The torch lit up the water but there was nothing much to see through the mask other than his pressure gauge on a stalk, a concrete wall,particles floating in suspension,and bubbles as he exhaled. Still,the water was warm and the gas was nice and relaxing. He was tightly dressed in layers of rubber and PVC. He was tightly chained and immobilised. His dick was hard again. He began to get into the sensations,which were becoming increasingly pleasant as the minutes passed. The earphones crackled into life. Peter’s voice checking he was OK. Peter was still in his breathing gear judging from the sound of full face mask regulator as he spoke. He asked Jan to read off the tank gauge,and in a drugged manner Jan carefully read out the number.
“Good,you have enough gas for several hours breathing. I want you to breathe lightly and gently to stretch out the gas. I do not want you to try to cum by rubbing yourself against the wall of the tank. This is an endurance exercise. Think of yourself as an experimental animal in a lab. I want to see how much you can take underwater. I want to see how long you can make your gas last. Don’t disappoint me!” There was a pause “I’m going to change my gear now and take a break but my skinhead assistant here will be watching over you and recording your gas tank pressure every 10 minutes.
Jan didn’t know what he could say,so he just said OK and the earphones went quiet. Dreamily Jan drifted away into his own slightly druggy thoughts . He felt surprising warm and comfortable floating around in the pit. He pushed down with his feet,rose and a few seconds later his head touched the locked oak plug. Then he sank down again. Time seemed to stretch out. After a while he seemed not to be able to feel anything. The anaesthetic gas went remorselessly in and out of his lungs,though he did as he was instructed and breathed lightly and regularily. The hard-on was still there. How Jan longed to release the sperm building up inside his balls again! He wondered if he could cum by just twitching his crotch muscles,though it might be easier to try to rub against the pit wall somehow,despite the warning not to.. His reveries were interrupted by a voice asking him for gas pressure. He was a bit confused and didn’t answer immediately "GAS PRESSURE,CUNT!” was shouted down the coms. And Jan replied with the figure. “If I have to ask twice again there’ll be trouble,you little cunt!” which made Jan shiver. He was genuinely frightened of this guy and despite moments of tenderness shown,Jan had every reason to be wary of the Rubber Skinhead,who had an agenda of his own with Jan being mapped out.
The hours drifted past,interspersed with regular requests for 'gas pressure’. Jan answered these quickly and carefully despite feeling increasing woozy and tired. He guessed that long term exposure to the gas was affecting him. Meanwhile he drifted around in the water making bubbles and fantasising about filthy sewermen deep in the shitty water.
Next to him the solicitor was also in a somewhat delirious 'altered state’ in Pit 2. He had become rather agitated earlier, after the Rubber Skinhead had decided to pump up his inflatable gag to an extreme level as a punishment for a slight lack of enthusiasm when sucking his skinhead dick earlier, and consequently was now in a lot of discomfort under his heavy rubber bondage hood.
Leaving the gag fully inflated but disconnecting the inflator hose,The rubber skinhead reached for the heavy rubber anaesthetic mask by the wall, with corrugated tubes leading to a wall connection pipe and valve which was switched on,connecting the pipe to the large blue entonox cylinder in the prep room above. Carefully strapping the clausen harness over the bondage hood,he pushed the mask hard onto the squirming bondage slave’s masked head. The straps were tightened extremely tightly - The Rubber Skinhead liked nothing more than to inflict pain on helpless victims - and the hapless rubber victim was forced to suck away at the gas. This seemed to quieten him down quite a bit. The Rubber Skinhead was yet again turned on at the thought of the guy suffering underneath all the rubber and tight strapping. He hated this creep,to be sure,but intensely enjoyed seeing him helpless and at his mercy. He liked to show this 'appreciation’ by pissing over the guy’s head at regular intervals. And now was just such an interval. Whipping his long thin stiffening dick out he splashed piss all over the hood with great abandon,before giving the guy a few 'friendly taps’ with his studded waders.
Peter came down the metal stairs a few hours later dressed in his normal gear,old wetsuit,waders and shoulder length gloves. He noticed the pool of piss around the solicitor’s bondage hood sticking out of the pit and the anaesthetic mask still attached to it with approval.
“How is Jan doing for gas?” he asked.
“ 100 bars left now.” replied the Rubber Skinhead
“Enough for another hour maybe. That’s very good. But he must be out of his head down there,by now” Peter grinned. He momentarily wondered which was worse,sensory deprivation,such as underwater floating in bondage inside the pit underwater,or sensory overload such as in the Gas Masturbation Chair. He decided the latter. At least you could dream underwater. The chair never let up.
And Jan was dreaming for sure,under the effects of the sweet gas. Wierd stuff. Operating theatres. Mediaeval Torture chambers. Drowning military divers. Damaged biohazmat suits. Sadistic dentists. Suffocating astronauts. Mad Scientists. The remorseless Gas Masturbation Chair. He was becoming more and more detatched from reality. It was only the threat of violence from the Rubber Skinhead that kept him responding to the demands for information every ten minutes. But he knew he was running out of gas as well and that this must come to an end soon. He hoped Peter was pleased at his low gas consumption,though he was losing track of time. How long had he been down there? He didn’t know. Seemed like days,but he knew it must only have been a few hours at most. Despite the weightlessness and the warmth of the water he felt restless. Perhaps it was boredom or perhaps it was frustration at being so under the control of another. He would just have to wait. Experimental animals have no choice in their treatment.
Peter spoke to the Rubber Skinhead. “It’s late. Our little bunny’s had a lot of punishment today,but he can take more. Even so, I’ve had a long day,I need some shuteye” Knowing that the Rubber Skinhead would have slept some of the day so as to be able to monitor the solicitor overnight, Peter added “Your tasks now,right,first, let the lad drain the gastanks,when he has,get him out. Take off the chains and cuffs, tanks ,harnesses and PVC oversuitsuit and spray him down with hoses then dry him off. Second,over his latex gear get him into the leather torso harness. Put on the inflatable mitts and cuff his wrists to the leather harness as well. You better get the chastity toy on him too, I don’t want him jerking off all night. Third, get him into the heavy rubber drysuit zipped sleepsack - the one with the integral hood and gasmask. . Then use the vacuum pump to get the air out of it when he’s in it. You better put in some lube as well. I think he’s gonna need it. He can sleep with me between my rubber sheets - I’m not sure if he’ll get much sleep in there but I will. Kinda nice to wake up with a struggling,frustrated and exhausted bondage boi.”
The Rubber Skinhead waited until the last second to get Jan out of the tank. The gas pressure in the tanks was near zero and Jan was struggling to breathe and begging for release. But his dick was stiff. Panic was setting in. The Rubber Skinhead’s dick also got very hard listening to the cries and gasping over the comms from the boy trapped in underwater bondage below his booted feet. He started stroking his rubbered dick,hesitating to extract the lad from his predicament. He knew that Jan had less than five minutes left before unconciousness set in, but he couldn’t help himself. He would have to be fast. The keys were in the locks and it would take him just seconds to unlock and remove the oak lid and haul the lad out of the pit then remove his mask. Yeah he had time. He turned up the volume on the coms box and walked over to the pit. The occupant floating in tight wet rubber bondage in pit 2 craned his neck in the bondage helmet ,the eyeslits just allowing him to catch a glimpse of the clumpy waders of the industrial geared up rubber skinhead. He understood clearly what was going on. He had been able to piece enough information from watching and in a muffled way,hearing, the theatre piece that had been taking place around him over the previous few hours. Yet again his dick bulged in his chastity device,the pain reminding him not to allow himself to get so worked up.
Now standing above Jan’s pit, legs astride in a dominant posture, the Rubber Skinhead stroked and stroked harder and harder through the heavy crinkly PVC suit, thinking of the pain,fear and torment of the young suffering bondage slave below him. He got hotter and hotter as he relished the power of life and death of the beautiful shaven headed young guy struggling in the flooded hole beneath him. A desperate cry from Jan through the speaker brought the spunk coursing out of his skinhead balls and into the rubber condom on his dick hidden under a ridge of the PVC oversuit. He saw stars. The spunk pumped and pumped,leaping out of his rampant, engorged penis into the thin condom teat. He gasped with astonishment at the power of the orgasm and the warmth around his dick of the thick cream he had ejaculated into his rubber.
Then as reason returned he quickly knelt down,unlocked the oak cover and reached down in the water to pull Jan out. It was over in seconds. Strong arms and quick reactions. He pulled the mask off. Jan gasped for air and yelped with fear . But something else happened. Lying in a degraded wet mess on the floor of the cellar,Jan orgasmed as he had never done before, twitching and gasping,spurting his spunk all over the inside of his rubbers yet again. He passed out momentarily and awoke almost immediately,his brain recovering quickly and staring straight into the cruel blue - grey eyes of the Rubber Skinhead. He knew immediately that what had just happened was not part of Peter’s plan.
Quickly the Rubber Skinhead stripped the exhausted Jan of his tanks,harnesses and waterproof oversuit as instructed,first having to remove his soaked waders which splashed water all over the floor of the cellar. A deflated and exhausted rubberboy emerged from the wet mess. Jan was taken up the stairs bootless to the utility room. He knew better than to ask for information from this threateningly intense man. But the Rubber Skinhead was not always rough and cruel these days,and he was beginning to develop a small degree of humanity - a result of Peter’s interventions.
When they entered the utility,The Rubber Skinhead reached and took a leather body harness off a hanger. This device was used for suspension harness in theatres but made a very useful bondage device. He tightened the straps around the waist,under the arms and under the crotch. Jan wondered what was going on,but he kept quiet and did as he was bidden…Brusquely telling the lad to sit down on the metal chair,the Rubber Skinhead fetched a large heavy rubber sleepsack out of one of the gear lockers. He also went to one of the cabinets to get the chastity device. Unzipping the lads cum drenched dick out from his latex suits,he roughly forced the plastic chastity device into place. He locked it with a small key which he then hung on the wall on a hook marked CD4 above the bench behind them. From another cabinet came the inflatable rubber bondage mitts which were buckled carefully onto each hand,fingers entering individual pouches. He then pumped them up with a small handpump on the bench. Next the wrists were manacled with steel locking rings which were attached to the side of the leather body harness. This boy was not going to get to his own dick tonight!
Opening a bucket of pink lube he grabbed a few handfuls of the gelatinous mess and smeared them around the inside of the sleepsack. For good measure he did the same thing three or four times more,ensuring all parts of the interior were covered in the slime. It was easy to get the lad into the suit. Feet in then he was made to stand up,head into the attached latex gasmasked hood,hard rubber penile gag entering his mouth as he did so. The rear drysuit zip was then zipped up. The suit was actually a bit loose on Jan but that was soon to change. Fetching a hose from the bench he switched on a small pump and attached it to the suit. The air was sucked out quickly,the drysuit zip preventing any leakage. The suit crinkled and set hard around Jan,who gasped with amazement at the sensation. He squirmed a little and the wet slimy interior made a degree of movement possible,but otherwise there was tight pressure all over his body. The Rubber Skinhead placed a hand over the gasmask tube and Jan sucked in but to no effect. It worked fine.
Satisfied everything had been done as instructed he picked up the lad in the suit and put him over a shoulder,then walked down the hall to Peter’s rubber bedroom. Peter was already in bed,geared up in his sewermans outfit as ever,awaiting his fully rubberised visitor. Lifting the rubber duvet the Rubber Skinhead placed him carefully down on the bed and left the room to go back to the cellar to watch over [and torment] his hated victim in pit 2 for a few hours.
Jan was not sure what was expected of him and had no idea as to what was about to happen. He was not able to move much inside the slimy vacuumed confines of the thick bondage sleepsack. His hands were well immobilised and his dick was neutralised within the chastity device. The feeling was most peculiar. Peter reached under the heavy rubber mattressed metal bedframe and pulled out an old yellow piss condom with a tube and a fitting for the gasmask. He slid it down his slippery semihardon,and reached over to insert the tube fitting into the gasmasks drink valve,from which was connected the hard penile gag,with a hole through the centre.. Jans tongue had been exploring this fascinating rubbery shape that filled most of his mouth. It seemed anatomically amazingly accurate,with veins and ridges to explore and even a soft part at the front that was not unlike a droopy foreskin. Totally unprepared for what Peter had been doing, he certainly was shocked to experience a strong squirt of quite acidic piss through the gag. Then another,filling his mouth and forcing him to swallow it to breathe,but he choked a little as the piss went down his throat. Peter held on to the rest of his piss for now. It could be released slowly through the night into Jan’s mouth or in a torrent when he awoke. And Peter usually pissed gallons in the early mornings, so there would be a lot of chugging of warm piss down his throat going on then - either that or the mask filling with piss! Hearing the lad choking on the piss though was enough to get Peter’s dick hard again and he lazily masturbated it under the rubber sheets in its rubber piss condom.
Reaching under the bed again there was a twin rebreathing bag which he pulled out, and attached the lad’s gasmask tube. It had a secondary inhalation supply tube as well with a valve but this was kept closed for now. Poor Jan was now rebreathing his own exhaled air,but trapped in the sleepsack there was not very much he could do about it. The breathing bags pumped in and out. As Jan grew increasingly breathless and uncomfortable,Peter got hotter and hotter. He jerked off harder and harder and pretty soon he was shooting his thick copious cum into the piss condom. To flush it down he immediately pissed some more through the tube and Jan was forced to slurp down a rich mix of piss and cum. As a reward,Peter opened the secondary inhalation supply valve. The lad gasped for breath as the breathing bags now inflated and deflated more weakly. Peter then attached another longer tube to the secondary supply tube and stuck one end down his neoprene codpiece into his crotch. Strong sweaty,rubbery and gamey pissy odours from the sweaty rubberman rushed up the gasmask tube for Jan’s 'appreciation’.
Peter knew the importance of pheromones. He was trying to condition the lad to his scent. A night of breathing it in should imprint Peter into Jan’s brain chemistry. 'It’s all about control’, he thought as he drifted off to sleep ’…..all about control’
He turned over and fell asleep almost immediately,and began snoring quietly and happily. Jan slept fitfully though, and woke up in discomfort many times through the night as he tried to move inside his vacuum rubber prison. One constant was the heavy gamey smell assaulting his nostrils through the night. By the following morning,however he was quite conditioned to it,and even quite liked it. He was not so sure about the piss though,when it started flowing again into his mouth,with some force and quantity when Peter awoke.
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