MT09RUBBER

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Hello, noticed you started following me and that we have some similar interests. It would be great to chat!

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Credit: breathecontrol82

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Dead In The Water

It was less than an hour since sunrise and the temperature was already over 20 deg. It was going to be another hot day. Jim was at the helm of his forty foot sailing yacht heading into the outer harbour bound for the ports only marina. He'd been at sea since early the previous day and was looking forward to a good breakfast and some rest. His VHF radio suddenly burst into life. It was marina control informing him that the berth he'd booked wouldn't be available until midday. Hiding his irritation he cancelled his booking and decided on the old town quay, where there was a single pontoon next to the quay wall. It was little used by yachtsmen as it lacked shower and toilet facilities, catering more for commercial fishing boats. Jim knew the harbour well and was happy to swap the excellent facilities of the marina for the less expensive town centre location of the commercial dock. Although he was an experienced sailor he definitely wasn't a typical yachtsman. Jim had grown up on the coast and spent his life around boats, working in boatyards and crewing for wealthy skippers. His first experience of gay leather sex had been while crewing for two Lebanese men on a passage to Amsterdam. Although only eighteen at the time they'd taken him on a night out to the citys leather bars which ended with him being raped by them on their boat. Over the next few years they'd paid him to crew on their boat many times, often taking advantage of his local knowledge and connections to smuggle drugs into the country. They invited him to regular sex parties on board and he was always in demand from the older guests. The experience had awoken a darkness in the young Jim, he knew they were bad guys and were dangerous but he'd found them and their lifestyle exciting and wanted to be part of it. In turn they'd recognised a deviant streak in him, encouraging him into increasingly perverted sex games, games which continued to the present day. Jims boat was his home and his livelihood, mixing legitimate skipperd charter jobs and sail training with smuggling drugs and occasionally illegal migrants.

He secured his lines on the pontoon and still wearing his yellow oilskin trousers and smock climed the iron ladder onto the quay and went into town for some breakfast. Although leasure sailors generally wore expensive designer sailing clothing he preferred the gear commercial fishermen wore. Not only did it feel sexy it also advertised his rubber and plastic interests. By the time he started back to the quay the temperature was climbing and he had removed the oilskin smock revealing his bare torso. He was in his early thirties, attractive with brown cropped hair and around three days growth of dark stubble. The elasticated waistband of his oilskin trousers sat low on his hips revealing a slim but tough looking body. Walking back through the streets he was attracting glances from both men and women and was enjoying the attention. Once back on board tiredness caught up with him and he relaxed in the yachts cockpit, drifting off to sleep in the shade of the spray hood.

It was several hours later when he awoke. He was now exposed to the full strength of the afternoon sun and was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Slowly he realised there was a figure standing on the pontoon looking at him. It was a blond boy who appeared to be in his late teens. He was wearing a black wetsuit and judging by the sparkling drops of water clinging to the shiny rubber he'd just been swimming. Momentarily they looked at each other. Then the boy, realising Jim was awake dived off the pontoon into the water, joining three other boys about the same age. Just local boys having fun on a hot afternoon thought Jim, but he couldn't help watching the blond boy in the wetsuit. After ten minutes or so the boys climed out and sat on the edge of the pontoon close to Jim's boat chatting. The blond boy kept glancing over towards him occasionally catching his eye and holding the glance just long enough to make Jim's dick stir. The boy was beautiful and quite different to the other boys. He seemed a little older and his wetsuit wouldn't have looked out of place in a fetish clothing store. The rest of the boys had budget neoprene suits with colored logos and back zips, whereas the blond boys suit was made from shiny black rubber and had a front zip extending from the crotch to the collar. Jim stroked his dick through his yellow oilskin trousers. He observed the boy for an hour or so hoping for an opportunity to get into conversation, but what he had in mind required no witnesses and there were far to many people about. Then the boys were preparing to leave. The blond boys friends changed into jeans and tee shirts and they all headed for the iron ladder and climed the wall onto the Quay. The blond was the last one up, still wearing his wetsuit but now with a pair of trainers. On reaching the top he momentarily looked back at Jim and smiled, disappearing out of sight before Jim had chance to respond and leaving him feeling incredibly aroused.

Jim knew if he continued thinking about the boy he'd end up jacking off. So after making a meal he showered and went ashore for a drink. The bar provided little relief for his lust, it was a Saturday night and the pub was full of young guys. Jim spent the evening downing pints of beer and having dark fantasies about the blond boy. He left the bar at around 10.30 and walked back to the town Quay in darkness. There were bench seats along the edge of the Quay and as he approached he realised someone was sitting on the one nearest the iron ladder. His chest tightened with excitement as he recognised the mop of blond hair. The boy was still wearing his wetsuit and trainers but had added a cheap imitation leather bomber jacket. It was almost as though the boy knew exactly what turned Jim on. Jim had no intention of letting the boy get away again. He had to get him on the boat quickly before anyone saw him.

" Hi mate, thinking of having a midnight swim?" Said Jim as he sat down next to the boy.

"No, It's such a warm night I just felt like getting some air." Said the boy.

"Well I'm glad you did, what's your name?" Said Jim.

"Julian." Said the boy. "Why are you glad then?"

"Because I was watching you in the water today and I think you're a sexy guy I'd like to get to know. "

Julian smiled. "Thanks."

"Would you like to come aboard the boat for a drink mate?" Said Jim.

"I don't know it's getting late." Said Julian.

"Come on Julian just one won't hurt. Said Jim.

"No I shouldn't, I've got to go." Said Julian.

"So why are you here then? I think you came here because you hoped you'd see me. I'm right arn't I?"

Julian looked embarrassed.

"Yes I wanted to talk to you this afternoon but I was too shy."

"Where do you live mate and how old are you?"

"I'm 21 and I'm in student accommodation in the town". Said Julian.

"Have you many friends there?"

"No I'm new this year."

"So what about the boys you were with today?"

"Oh I just met them on the bus, lots of college guys come down here to swim. I've only been in my accommodation a week I don't know anyone yet."

Jim felt his dick stiffening. It was time to put some pressure on the boy.

"Listen Julian, I remember what it's like being your age. I know you feel nervous but really there's no pressure to do anything with me. It's just a drink and a chat, I think you'll enjoy it, so what do you say. Come on have one drink with me."

Julian was raised in a middle class environment and knew nothing of the world Jim was from. He'd been struggling with his obsession for rubber dive gear and rough working class men throughout his teens but his parents had ensured he never strayed far from the family home. Now he was in student accommodation he was determined to make some changes. He'd bought the wetsuit and bomber jacket that week and couldn't believe he'd already met a man like Jim. He wanted him desperately.

Alright then just one." Said the boy.

"Good boy."

Jim put his arm around the boys shoulders and led him to the iron ladder leading to the pontoon below. Julian started down the ladder first and Jim followed but not without looking around the dark shadowy quayside. It was deserted, there was no posibility that anyone had seen them. Once down the ladder on the pontoon it was even darker and Jim drew the boy closer and kissed him.

"Come on let's get you that drink." Said Jim.

They climed aboard the boat and jim invited Julian to sit down. There was a galley along one side of the saloon and seating surrounding a table on the other where Julian made himself comfortable. The boy looked like a trashy hustler in his shiny rubber wetsuit and cheap imitation leather jacket. Jims heart was racing. He loved slim sluty twinks and finally he had one caught in his web. There was no going back for Julian now, Jim was about to commence a seduction that would end with the blond tied up on the bed in the forward cabin.

"Whisky " Said Jim.

"Yes please." Said Julian.

Jims freezer contained two trays of ice cubes, the first tray had cubes made from pure water and the second had cubes containing 2ml of ghb. Jim poured the boy a drink and dropped two of the spiked cubes into it. Then pouring himself a drink he sat down next to the boy. He was close enough to smell the aroma from the boys wetsuit and leather jacket and he could see he was trembling slightly.

"Don't be nervous Julian you're safe with me, come on drink your whisky, you'll feel better." Said Jim

The ice cubes in Julians glass were melting, slowly releasing the sedative into the boys drink, but it would be several minutes before Julian felt it's effects. Jim neded to stall for time before making his next move.

"So Julian do you like my boat?

"Yes it's amazing, it looks expensive".

" Not really it was wrecked on rocks in a storm not far from here. I bought it from the insurance company cheap and spent a year refitting it." Said Jim.

"Do you live on it all the time Jim?"

"Yeah it's my home and business, I do sail training and private charters." Said Jim, though he omitted to mention the illegal activities he was involved in.

"Wow sounds great." Said Julian.

"I'm just going to take a piss mate." Said Jim and disappeared into the forward sleeping cabin. Having a piss was an excuse. One way or another Julian was going to be tied up on that bed and jim needed to make some preparations. After covering the bed with a black plastic sheet he placed a number of items on it. There was a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, stainless steel ankle cuffs, a length of 6mm polyester rope, a strong rubber band and a black plastic bag. Finally he used his phone to send a encrypted message to his Lebanese friends which read "Remember our pact? Message me." Then slipping a bottle of poppers into his pocket he returned to the saloon.

"Another whisky mate?"

"Yes please."

The boy handed Jim his empty glass. Jim could see the two ice cubes had almost melted.

"I though you were only having the one drink." Said Jim with a wink as he discreetly added another two ghb laced ice cubes to the boys glass.

Julian smiled, he was starting to relax. He looked around the saloon and for the first time noticed there were a number of framed photographs on the walls. The photos were of men in diving gear and rubbber drysuits. Julian was particularly interested by a charcoal sketch of a boy wearing a shiny black wetsuit and a leather hooded bomber jacket exactly like the one he was wearing. The boy was laid on a bed. The only skin showing was on his hands and feet which had been cuffed. His hands were behind him and a length of rope threaded through the cuffs had been pulled tight to force him into a hogtied position. His head and neck were concealed by a tight fitting black plastic bag. Three hooded men stood around the bed watching him, all wearing rubber diving gear. Julian found it extremely erotic. As he looked at the picture he realised the scene was taking place on the bed in the forward cabin which he'd had a glimpse of when he'd first come on board. Jim noticed him looking at it.

"Do you like that drawing Julian?"Said Jim as he brought the drinks over and sat down.

"Yes, it looks as if it was done here on the boat. I can't believe it, the boy on the bed is wearing the same gear as me, did you draw it?"

"No it was a friend of mine. He told me it was his most erotic fantasy to have a boy like that." Said Jim, stopping short of revealing how the fantasy ended.

"Are you into breath play?"Said Julian.

"Yeah big time." Said Jim moving even closer to the boy.

"So, I love that drawing, what do you like about it mate?" Said Jim.

"It's makes me hard." Said Julian. Jim was amused at the boys choice of words. Only fifteen minutes ago he'd been a shy teenager but now the G was starting to work on his inhibitions

"Hmm nice answer, Said Jim.

Jim looked at Julian with a faint smile on his face but his eyes told a different story, they were cool and determined.

"So Julian are you interested in breath play yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes I'm curious about it."

"How curious, have you experimented by yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes."

"What method did you use?" Said Jim

"I used a plastic bag." Said Julian.

"What kind of bag mate?"

"Just one from a grocery store."

"Nice, I like thick shiny black bags myself, sealed tightly around a boys neck. Is that your favourite method Julian or do you like any other methods?" Said Jim.

"I like scuba breathing equipment as well but prefer plastic bags." Said Julian.

I like diving gear too. I'm a PADI dive master, I have lots of gear and breathing equipment." Said Jim.

"Yes I come down here sometimes to watch dive boats leaving. I love watching guys in dive gear."

"I think we're on the same wavelength mate. Have you done breath play with anyone else yet?" Said Jim.

"No but I'd like to." Said Julian.

"What role would you like to take?" Said Jim.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Said Julian.

"Well do you want to be suffocated or do you want to suffocate someone?"Julian was shocked at the use of the word suffocate, he'd never thought of his bc interests in those terms but he couldn't deny the effect the word was having on his dick. Of course Jim knew the answer but he wanted to hear the boy say the words.

"Yes Jim I want to be suffocated"

"Well mate it can be dangerous. Trust is very important. I'm an experienced player. I also have medical resuscitation training. I'd be happy to help you get into it safely."

Jim reached over and stroked the bulge in the boys wetsuit. He kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear. "You're getting hard talking to me about this aren't you mate?"

"Yes." Said Julian.

Jim knew the blond was ready. He got up and lifted the picture Julian had been admiring off the bulkhead and brought it back to where they were sitting for the boy to see.

"Would you be that boy for us Julian and bring our fantasy to life?" Said Jim.

Julian noticed Jims use of the pronouns "us" and "our" but dismissed it as a simple error. How could it be anything else, there was no one else there.

"I can make it happen for you, all you have to do is say yes." Said Jim.

Julian seemed to hesitate, he needed a little push. Jim reached for the bottle of poppers from his trackies pocket.

"Stand up Julian."

The boy got to his feet. Jim stood facing him and gave him a large hit from the bottle of liquid gold and then kissed him tenderly.

"Come on julian say yes. I promise you won't regret it, what do you say?"

"Yes Jim" Said Julian giving Jim a warm and trusting smile.

Jim took the boys hand and led him into the forward cabin. Julian looked around, it was identical to the one in the picture. It was wide at the entrance and narrowed off toward the bow end of the boat. A large bed occupied the center of the space with the pillows nearest the entrance so anyone laying on the bed would have their feet toward the bow where the bed was narrowest. There was space to stand on all sides of the bed except at the foot. Julians heart was pounding in his chest when he saw the items laid out on the black plastic sheet covering the mattress.

"Lay on your stomach with your hands behind your back ." Said Jim. Julian obeyed his instruction and Jim tightly cuffed his wrists and ankles before threading the rope around the wrist and ankle cuffs and pulling it tight forcing his legs back so his heels were almost touching his buttocks. Then Jim turned the hogtied boy onto his back. He zipped up his cheap leather bomber jacket to the top and fitted a ball gag into his mouth. To complete his fantasy he pulled up the jacket hood and tightened the draw strings.

"Now you're perfect mate."

With that he turned off the light and left the cabin leaving Julian confused and in darkness. Jim headed straight up to the cockpit and checked his phone. There was one encrypted message from the Lebanese guys. It was a reply to his earlier message and was very brief and consisted of a chart position and an instruction to meet them there at 10.00 the following day. Jim entered the position into his chart plotter. It was about thirty miles off shore but in an area shallow enough to anchor. Jim slipped his lines and headed towards the outer harbour. The plotter was telling him it would take around five hours once he cleared the harbour entrance so he set his autopilot and kept watch from a comfortable seat in the cockpit.

He'd joined the Lebanese men in sessions with bc subs before but Julian was different. There was a pact between the men and Jim that went back a number of years to a night they'd spent drinking and watching extreme porn on Jim's boat. An intense conversation had started about finding the perfect boy and suffocating him. It wasn’t long before it had developed into a brain storming session where they were each throwing in ideas and becoming very aroused. Before the night was over they'd agreed on a perfect scenario. One of the men who was an accomplished artist had done a charcoal sketch depicting their fantasy and it was a copy of that sketch Julian had seen in the saloon. Jim had never forgotten that night, biding his time for the perfect combination of circumstances, opportunity and prey.

Dawn was breaking and his chart plotter was indicating he had a mile to run. The mens boat was anchored in one of the calmest seas he'd ever seen, so calm it was reflecting a perfect image of their 65ft white motor cruiser as Jim approached. The two men on board took Jims lines and tied his boat alongside theirs. They already had their dive gear on.

On Jim's boat julian was awoken by the activity outside. The events of the previous night started to return to him. He was no longer under the influence of the ghb and he felt frightened and alone. Being trussed up for hours had left him in extreme discomfort. He could hear men talking in a foreign language which sounded like Arabic, then they were laughing and chatting in english with Jim. He couldn’t make out what was being said but listened for a while until the uncomfortable sleepless night caught up and he dropped off to sleep again. Something awakened him about an hour later. He was surrounded by three rubberised divers. The one standing behind him at the head of the bed he recognised as Jim. He wore a black chest zip wetsuit with hood and dive boots and was breathing from a vintage twin hose regulator and a single air tank. At each side of the bed was a man wearing a dry suit. The one on the left was wearing a very shiny viking suit with a hood. A pair of fins were attached to his belt, as was a black shiny plastic bag. The one on the right wore a well used Amron suit which was more industrial in appearance. They both had twin hose regulators and face masks which concealed their identity. They were breathing from their tanks filling the cabin with an highly erotic sound. Julian now realised what was happening. They were preparing to enacted the events depicted in the charcoal drawing he'd looked at last night. He felt the blood surging into his dick. The diver on his right saw the growing bulge in the crotch of Julians wet suit and slid open the two way zip releasing the boys hard dick, then began to slowly Jack him off with his rubber gloved hand. Jim dropped to his knees so he was level with Julians head and ran the gloved index finger of his left hand over the boys features while the diver on the left passed the black plastic bag to him. Jim puffed some air into the bag and drew it over the boys head. Julian even lifted his head to help. Then holding it in position the diver on the left used a rubber band to seal the black plastic to Julians neck. Immediately the shiny black bag began to fill and empty as it started suffocating the boy. The diver jacking the boy off increased his pace and the boy started to squirm and strain at his restraints. The mens hands were all over him feeling his slick shiny rubber covered chest as it heaved, struggling to get enough oxygen from the stale air in the bag. The boy let out a gasp and shuddered as he shot wads of semen into the air. He relaxed for a moment until his orgasm subsided then attempted to speak through the gag and plastic bag. Clearly he was trying to tell the men he'd cum and wanted to stop. But that was never a part of the men's plan. It didn't take Julian long to realise they intended to enjoy what came next and he started a desperate struggle to break free. Given the history of the three men his asphyxiation was inevitable. The drysuits had convenience zips and both men had their dicks out and were slowly masturbating, while Jim opened his front two way zip and joined them. Julians lungs were screaming for air but despite his manic respiration rate the relief he craved was being denied by the plastic bag which was moving so quickly it sounded as if it would rip. His struggles were becoming weaker though and he was making whimpering sounds every time he exhaled. The sound of the men breathing from their tanks was becoming more intense as their excitement grew. Julian began twitching as his rapid respiration slowed to normal and he lost consciousness. The men were concentrating as their long held fantasy played out before them. Jim was the first to shoot. The Lebanese men held back from ejaculating until the moment the plastic bag stopped moving.

All three worked together. Firstly they cut the rope tying Julians ankles and wrists together which allowed them to lay him out flat on the bed. Then he was rolled up in the black plastic sheet forming a shiny mummified package which was then bound tightly with old anchor chain, sealing it and providing sufficient weight to ensure it wouldn't float. The Lebanese men got into the water first while Jim pushed the shiny black trussed up body over the side. Then the three of them guided it the 20 metres to the bottom following the larger boats anchor chain. The sea bed was muddy with many rocks and boulders from which a forest of kelp was growing. The Lebanese men had definitely picked the right place thought Jim as he helped them hide the package in the kelp. The man in the viking suit indicated for them to surface. Jim started his ascent first but he felt something grab his feet. Looking around he saw his fins had been pulled off and were sinking toward the sea bed. Looking up at him were the two Lebanese men. He knew immediately what was happening but the thought that they would do this had never crossed his mind. He'd known them since he was a teenager and he thought they were friends, albeit dangerous ones. Without fins he was vulnerable and he was slowly sinking toward them. He quickly dumped his weighted belt to increase his buoyancy but it wasn't enough. The one in the viking suit grabbed his ankle and pulled Jim toward him. The other one joined in and despite Jim struggling they wrestled him to the bottom. They were heavy men and well protected in their drysuits and had no trouble forcing Jim onto his back amongst the roots of the kelp. The more Jim struggled the more he became tangled in the slimy sea weed. One of them sat on Jims stomach looking into his face through his dive mask. The other knelt in the weed pinning his hands to the bottom with his knees and leaving his own hands free. Jim looked up at the masked and hooded divers. The man on his stomach reached down and grabbed Jims regulator ripping it from his mouth as the other one pulled his mask away from his face. They both stroked their dicks as they saw the animal terror in Jims eyes. He was holding his breath with his lips tightly closed but he knew enough about diving to realise he was about two minutes away from an involuntary reflex which would see him releasing the air in his lungs and inhaling sea water. The two men were hard and wanking through the heavy rubber of their drysuits as they concentrated on Jim's face. Slowly at first his top lip began to tremble and his eyes widened. His lips parted slightly releasing a couple of air bubbles but the flow of air from his lungs had started and he knew he couldn't stop it. His mouth opened and a stream of bubbles erupted rising towards the sunlight above. Then his mouth opened wider as sea water flooded into his lungs for the first time. The first few breaths made him cough and panic but then he became peaceful continuing to inhale water for a minute or so before he became still. Both men watched until the end, unloading into their drysuits. Before surfacing they fastened Jims discarded weighted belt back around his waist and turned off his almost full air tank, ensuring that with lungs full of water and at a depth of 20 meters his negative buoyancy would keep him entangled in the kelp next to the black plastic package for a long time.

Once back on the surface the Lebanese men opened the sea cocks on Jim's boat and set it adrift. They watched it drift off downwind getting lower in the water until it sank out of sight removing all evidence of what had taken place there that morning. They were in no hurry to leave and had a shower and a meal before heading back to their home port.

"Fuck Jim did a good job there. Pity we couldn't leave him to get drunk and blab about it." Said one of the men as he struggled out of his viking suit.

"Yeah he put on a good show though!" Said the other.

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Another fun story. Ive enjoyed all of them

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What’s your warm-up routine before diving?

[mt09rubber]

Ghost Profile

The man called himself "Ghostly Rubber Rider" and he'd just sent Andy a "like". Andy was immediately interested. He was twenty five with some very dark fantasies and the name Ghostly Rubber Rider conjered up an image of mystery and danger which was exactly what he spent hours on the Internet searching for. Disappointment was to follow though. When he attempted to look at Ghostly Rubber Riders profile he was confronted with a brief message; "Ghost profile". No matter how he tried he was unable to find Ghostly Rubber Rider again and to make matters worse whoever sent the "like" had now deleted it. He couldn't stop thinking about it and decided to go online at the same time the following evening in the hope that Ghostly Rubber Rider would message him. He chose to wear bike leathers on the off chance that the man would want to video chat. Deciding on his Streetfighter gear he could feel his dick stretching as he pulled on the scruffy old but tight fitting leather jeans and buckled up his Sidi courier boots. The equally scruffy leather jacket fit over his rubber vest like shirt. Reaching for his black Simpson helmet with tinted visor he removed a pair of leather gloves which were tucked inside and pulled it over his head.

It was around 10pm when Andy logged on. He was excited to see that the man was online. His profile had just one photo depicting a heavily built biker sitting on an old black fireblade wearing a black one piece rubber suit. The rubber was heavy gauge and had an industrial non shiny appearance. The skin on his neck was concealed by black rubber causing Andy to assume that his skull style crash helmet had a rubber hood underneath. His MX boots merged almost seamlessly with his muscular legs and his tight fitting leather jacket looked highly erotic with the industrial looking rubber suit. Andy squeezed his dick through his leather jeans. He quickly took a photo of himself and typed a short message. An automated reply came immediately.

"This member only accepts messages from his online friends."

Andy felt frustrated. He kept trying to message him for almost an hour with no success and then just as he was at the point if giving up their was a message.

"That you in the photo mate?"

"Yes, love bikes and gear" Typed Andy.

"What bike you got?

"Ducati Streetfighter V4" Typed Andy.

"Hmm Rich boy, very nice."

Andy waffled on about the bike being a year old and high mileage when he bought it and anything else he could think of to conceal the fact that he was indeed rich and not really a street fighter.

"Like I say boy nice. Mines a 20 year old black Blade. Can't buy another now. Spectres can't get loans to buy motorbikes."

"What do you mean Spectre". Said Andy.

"You're messaging a ghost profile aren't you mate?"

"Yes but "ghost profile" means the person has concealed his identity doesn't it?" Typed Andy.

"Yes it could do but it could also mean a clandestine place for spirits to reach out to each other.

"So you're telling me you're a ghost". Said Andy.

"Yes."

"And you expect me to believe you, I think you're taking the piss." Said Andy somewhat disappointed that the rubber biker who'd sounded so promising was turning out to be an idiot.

"I usually have no interest in mortals such as you but I think we have much in common. It's my intention to introduce you into my immortal world and show you things beyond your comprehension. There is good and evil there and I belong to the latter, but I think you may find that interesting. I'm offering you the opportunity to join me for the experience of your life."

Andy looked at the words on the screen. His first instinct was to laugh. But the laughter was juxtaposed with a growing erection in his leather jeans.

"So what do you want from me?" Said Andy.

"Your absolute submission, then I'll steel everything you possess, your spiritual and emotional energy including your humanity and your soul."

Andy started stroking his dick as he considered the mans words. Of course he knew by now that this was a fantasy game but it was making him horny.

"Ok what do i have to do to submit to you?" Typed Andy.

"Acknowledge me as your Lord and master."

Andy was seconds from dumping wads of cum onto his leather jeans and was oblivious to the consequences of doing, or indeed not doing as the man asked.

Andy's hand was shaking with excitement as he typed. "Yes I acknowledge you as my Lord and Master".

"You won't regret your decision boy. Now get on your bike and head north. I'll direct you once you're riding."

"You don't know where I live, how can you give me directions?" Typed Andy.

"I know everything about you boy we've been watching you for some time."

"That's the second time you've said "We" rather than "I" What do you mean?" Said Andy.

"The satanic brotherhood". "We watch guys like you all the time. You should be grateful that we've chosen you."

That was enough. Andy was sure he was being played by the man and having ejaculated he'd had his fun and was ready for bed. Reaching forward to his pc he logged out and shut it down. Starting to take off his leathers he was suddenly interrupted as the monitor screen lit up again and a message appeared.

"What are you doing boy? You acknowledged me as your Lord and Master. Perhaps you really thought I was a fraud and it was all a game, but now you've seen your computer switch it's self on you're starting to wonder. That's only a small part of my power, I am also able to control your thinking and influence your reasoning and desires."

A series of images started flashing across the screen depicting woodland at night and some sort of activity involving a group of people, but they were so dark and blurred it was difficult to determine what was happening. Unusually everyone appeared to be male and wearing clothing from a earlier period in time. As Andy watched he was becoming sexually aroused again.

"You're getting hard arn't you boy?"

Andy had to admit that he was indeed getting hard, and that there was no doubt in his mind that the person calling himself Ghostly Rubber Rider was responsible. An acceptance that this man was not mortal and everything he'd ever thought about the supernatural was being challenged crept over him. Andy started to realise that his compliance was mandatory.

"Yes Lord and Master." Said Andy.

"Good boy. Get on your bike and ride north, I'll be waiting for you."

It was almost half past midnight as Andy wheeled his bike out of his double garage. The roads were almost deserted. There was a full moon and the air was warm and scented as he rode north. His route took him along a winding road for around two miles before reaching the main road at a roundabout. He'd been concerned about which direction to take once there, but needn't have worried because as if from nowhere a black rubber suited rider on a fireblade pulled ahead of him. The biker flashed his hazard warning lights twice and Andy, heart pounding in his chest followed. The rider was fast and Andy was struggling to keep up, but the black rubbered biker was watching him and eased off the throttle occasionally ensuring a gap didn't open. Soon they were in the countryside. Passing fields and small villages. Andy was surprised how soon he'd lost his bearings. They hadn't been riding long and although his sense of direction was normally good he was disorientated and totally lost. As the miles passed Andy noticed it was becoming colder. A glance at his instruments confirmed it. 14 deg C and falling. Additionally the terrain was changing. Woodland surrounded the narrowing road on both sides then there was an overwhelming smell which Andy attributed to rotting vegetation on the forest floor. Ghostly Rubber Rider maintained his fast pace through the pitch black night impressing Andy with his riding skills.

The temperature was still falling and a fog was starting to form. As the fog thickened and obscured the moon Andy noticed both Ghostly Rubber Rider and the fireblade were emitting a pale green glow that hadn't been visable in ether streetlight or moonlight . The incandescence, almost unnoticeable at first was increasing in intensity as the moonlight faded. Andy felt as though he was being drawn deeper into Ghostly Rubber Riders domain and the thought was making him horny. Soon the entire woodland was bathed in the green shadowy light. Ghostly Rubber Rider started reducing his speed and Andy could see that the road ended abruptly in a clearing a short distance ahead, where a group of around fifteen men were standing as if waiting for the fireblade and it's rider to arrive. As the bike came to a stop two men stepped forward. Andy immediately recognised their appearance from the pictures that had flashed across his screen earlier that night. Undoubtedly their attire was from an earlier time. Brown leather boots with some sort of fabric breeches partly concealed by a brown leather apron. A leather buttoned up waist coat covered their upper body. Both were bearded with long dirty looking hair and like everyone else emitted the incandescent glow. One of the men dragged Ghostly Rubber Rider off his bike and removing his crash helmet wrestled him to the ground holding him face down while the other one bound his wrists behind his back with a leather strap. Then another man climed onto to a large fallen tree trunk in the center of the clearing. He wore leather breeches and knee high boots, his heavily built stature clearly straining the buttons of his tight fitting sheepskin fleece. His face was concealed by a leather executioner hood and he seemed to be in control and giving orders to the others in an accent incomprehensible to Andy.

Andy had stopped his bike directly behind the fireblade but remained sitting on it. He was ideally positioned to watch as Ghostly Rubber Rider was dragged toward the fallen tree trunk. He was unable to understand however why the men were taking little notice of him as he'd been under the impression Ghostly Rubber Rider had lured him to this place at the bidding of the satanic brotherhood to participate in some sort of supernatural deviant ritual. A ritual his masochistic and perverted mind was unable to resist. He was becoming incredibly aroused as he watched the two men drag Ghostly Rubber Rider towards the tree trunk. Stretching his body face down across it and exposing his buttocks they opened the rear zip in his rubber one-piece suit. The other men had started to gather around the tree trunk. Andy could now see that they were not all dressed in a style from the same period in history, suggesting their induction had taken place over many years. The two men wearing leather aprons and the man wearing the executioner hood looked to be from the sixteenth century but many of the others were from a more recent period. Soon they were crowded around Ghostly Rubber Rider. A 1960s era biker with studded leather jacket and denim jeans started the assault by forcing his big dick into Ghostly Rubber Riders mouth. Almost simultaneously a guy standing at the opposite side of the trunk wearing commando dress eased out his dick and set about working it up Ghostly Rubber Riders arse. Soon guys were waiting in turn while the biker gave himself willingly to the assembly of soulless corpses. At some stage the man in the executioner hood thew a hemp rope over the branch of a neighbouring tree and started tying a noose knot in one end. Once he had finished he eased the noose over Ghostly Rubber Riders head and with the help of some of the men started to heave on the other end. Some of the other men supported the bikers shoulders until the rope took his weight and then started hauling him into the air. Within seconds Ghostly Rubber Riders legs were swinging free and his booted feet were kicking out in desperation as they searched for the ground. The atmosphere around the fallen trunk was becoming more frenzied as Ghostly Rubber Riders struggle started to become more desperate. Some worked their dicks in their trousers, others releasing their dicks openly and masturbated.

Andy, who was still sat on his bike, was stroaking his dick through his leather jeans. His bike was parked so close to the fallen trunk that he was almost a part of the crowd. Suddenly he felt something on the pillion seat of his bike and then a hand sliding along his thigh. Although the assailant was out of sight behind him he could see his hand clearly. It was heavily inked in a 50s Hells Angel style with the letters KILL tattooed on the fingers. Finding the bulge in Andy's jeans it gently pushed Andy's hand away. With a sigh that seemed to release the pent up sexuality he was feeling he allowed the invader to start stroking him. His zip was now being lowered and the dirty Hells Angel hand started to jack him off.

"You know you're next don't you?" Said the Hells Angel, whispering in his ear.

Andy's head was reeling. He had been influenced by Ghostly Rubber Riders seductive messaging and had been convinced of the mans immortality. Yet he had just witnessed him hang. But how could they hang a person who was already dead. And how could he be next. Surly spirits cant kill mortals. He was trying to understand the situation; Ghostly Rubber Rider had told him he'd have the experience of his life but he hadn't expected to see Ghostly Rubber Rider hanging motionless at the end of a rope. If anything, in his most perverted fantasies, it was Andy who wanted to feel the noose around his neck.

"You don't understand do you. You are witnessing a spiritual gathering of evil souls who have all committed the same deadly sin; murder. And you have been selected by Ghostly Rubber Rider to be inducted into the group. Ghostly Rubber Rider is the newest member and was the last one to hang. It is commanded that on the anniversary of his death he must both reprise his murder for the group and offer a mortal sacrifice for the group. You are his sacrifice and will become one of us but firstly you must die here tonight. As the one who murdered Ghostly Rubber Rider I have been chosen to ready you for the executioner." Whispered the Hells Angel.

The Hells Angel reached his free arm around Andy's body while the other hand continued to jack him off. Andy was close to ejaculating. Ahead he could see the two men with leather aprons lowering Ghostly Rubber Riders body toward the ground but to his astonishment he was able to stand unaided and was even assisting the men in removing the noose. Ghostly Rubber Rider looked directly at Andy and smiled.

"They're coming for you now boy." Said the Hells Angel."

One by one the rest of the group turned their attention to Andy and started moving slowly towards him. The Hells Angel increased the violent pounding he was giving Andy's dick until he was unable to hold back any longer and cum flooded over the Hells Angels dirty tattooed hand. As Andy's sexual euphoria subsided a wave of fear descended on him. He started struggling but the hells angel tightened his arms around Andy's body and gripped his leather clad buttocks with his thighs.

"Its useless struggling. Even if you avoid hanging you will not leave the forest as a mortal tonight." Said the Hells Angel.

He had to get away from them. His finger hit the start button and releasing the clutch with a bang sent the Hells Angel rolling off the back of the bike. He was free. He headed back along the narrow road as fast as he dare but it was dark and difficult to see. Then in his mirror there was the single headlight of a bike. It had to be Ghostly Rubber Rider on his fireblade. Andy looked again, the fireblade was gaining on him fast. Andy opened the throttle further. He was now travelling above 60mph in almost total blackness. Another glance in the mirror and the blade was right behind and about to overtake him. Shiny rubber and black metal reflected in his bar end mirror as the rubber biker overtook enveloping Andy in a cloud of fumes from the twenty year old fireblade engine. Ghostly Rubber Rider stayed about ten metres ahead for a short time and then gradually started to increase his speed. Andy wondered what he wanted. Had he taken pity on Andy and come to his rescue? Did he want Andy to follow him? In spite of earlier events Andy wanted that to be the case. His dick was getting hard again. He knew Ghostly Rubber Rider had the power to influence him and that his ability to resist was minimal. Unable to fight the urge he opened the throttle until his speed matched the fireblade, closing up the gap. The two bikes were now travelling in excess of 80mph. Andy knew that following a better rider made riding easier. In a sense allowing Ghostly Rubber Rider to take the decisions felt both erotic and exhilarating. Then the fireblade was accelerating again reaching 100mph. The faster they went the more he became aware of a sensation radiating from his loins and enveloping his whole body. He was becoming ensnared in an intoxicating race with this apperation ahead. Then even faster, the forest had become a blur boarding each side of the road and his dick, stimulated by the speed, the noise and the the confinement of his leathers was approaching orgasm again. He couldn't explain why but he had no fear. He had complete trust in the black rubber entity he was following. He knew from riding on the road earlier that somewhere there was a tight bend where the road crossed a bridge. He also knew it had to be close. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind the blackness was illuminated by the blades red brake light, then the yellow sandstone of the bridge parapet wall shone brightly in the blades headlight. The blade was travelling at around 90mph when it hit the wall. Immediately there was a bright flash of flame as the bikes fuel tank burst and exploded. There was no time to avoid hitting the heap of burning wreckage. Simultaneously Andy and Ghostly Rubber Rider were united in the inferno. As the flames engulfed them Andy experienced the most all consuming orgasm he'd ever known. He was conscious of his dick pumping semen into his flaming jeans and the sound and smell of burning leather. Yet at the same time he was aware of being an onlooker standing in the road watching the smoke and flame as it illuminated the surrounding trees. Only then did he realise that the solitary body being consumed by the flames wore street fighter leathers and not rubber. .

Looking across the road through the clearing smoke Andy could see a man wearing a rubber suit and leather jacket sitting on a black Honda Fireblade and smiling at him.

[mt09rubber]

Headland House

Many people would have considered the location of Harry's house on a headland overlooking a beautiful sandy bay idyllic. The bay had some of the best surfing waves on the coast and Harry's house afforded a perfect view of the wind surfers and kite surfers that gathered there. Harry had surfed there himself as a younger man and knew the attraction and exhilaration of riding a big wave. He also knew a small element of the young men who went to the beach were attracted to the rubber and neoprene clothing worn by surfers. Harry had just turned fifty five. His obsession for men wearing rubber had begun in his early teens when he'd developed an interest in diving gear and auto erotic suffocation using plastic bags. That had led to him persuading a school friend who he regularly played adolescent sex games with into being tied up. Harry had then secured a plastic bag over the friends head with a rubber band and masturbated while he watched. The boy had almost passed out and told his parents about the incident. The result was an embarrassing and humiliating reprimand from his father and a threat from his friends father that the police would be called if anything like that happened again. Harry had been so ashamed of his behaviour he'd bottled up his perverted thoughts for years. However the thrill of watching his friends face through the layer of shiny clear plastic had never faded. Harry had suppressed his deviant urges all his life, but since moving into the Headland house they had re emerged in a more compelling way. He had progressed from looking at online pornography depicting suffocation to enticing boys he met on the beach back to his house with the promise of allowing them to try his rubber gear. He would go snorkeling from the beach wearing a shiny black wetsuit with hood and mask then afterwards sit in the sand dunes on a large beach towel. Most of the guys who visited the beach just thought he was a weird old man, but occasionally a guy would take an interest in him. As a fairly unattractive fifty five year old Harry knew it was the rubber wetsuit that attracted them and not his looks. But in a way that was advantageous because it revealed an interest in rubber fetish in them. A number of young men had accompanied him back to the Headland house but none had been influenced by the many allusions he made to bondage and breath control. Therefore the contents of the cupboard containing the handcuffs, ankle restraints and rope had remained unseen. The same was true of the cupboard containing the rubber rebreathers and plastic bags. In the main sex for his guests had consisted of putting on one of Harry's shiny rubber suits and laying on his rubber sheeted bed while he took photographs of them before jacking them off. After they'd gone Harry would masturbate as he watched videos depicting suffocation.

But for Harry things were about to change. It was mid week and the beach was quieter than usual. He'd had a dip in the sea but on reaching his favourite spot in the dunes found it was occupied by an attractive young man. Harry estimated his age at around twenty five. He wore a shiny black zip fronted wersuit jacket with a hood which rested loosely on his shoulders and mingled with a mop of straw coloured blonde hair. A matching pair of wersuit pants revealed shapely buttocks and thighs with a tantalising bulge at the crotch. He was laying on the sand with his bare feet half buried and upper body propped on his right elbow. Harry immediately liked what he saw. Harry was assertive and confident enough to strike up conversations with complete strangers and loved to flirt and seduce if given the chance.

"You don't mind if I sit here for a while, its getting hot out here in the sun?" Said Harry sitting on the sand in the shade of pine tree.

The young man looked up and smiled. "No problem."

"Have you been in the sea yet?" Said Harry.

"Yes, bin snorkeling." Said the young man pointing toward a mask and snorkel laying on a towel beside him.

"I like snorkeling here too, the marine life is amazing, better with scuba though. I occasionally go out on a friend's boat diving. Love using masks and respirators." Said Harry.

The young man shifted his position on the sand and moving a little closer to Harry took a more upright sitting position.

"Ive always wanted to try scuba diving." Said the young man. "Is that gear you're wearing for scuba?"

"Not really, it's just a old neoprene suit i like to wear. Whats your name by the way." Said Harry.

"Ben." Said the young man.

"That's a nice name Ben. Do you like the suit?" Said Harry.

"Yeah it's kina hot."

"What do you like about it?" Said Harry.

"Well I like the material. It's much shinier than modern gear and i like the way it fits you." Said Ben.

"Well thank you Ben. I like yours too. Sexy looking neoprene but modern design. I've never seen one like that on sale. Where did you get it from?" Said Harry watching Ben's face carefully for a reaction to him describing it as sexy.

"I had it specially made." Said Ben. Harry didn't reply, letting a silence develop purposely to assess Ben and ascertain if he wanted to continue the conversation.

"Do you come to this beach much?" Said Ben struggling to find something of interest to say.

"Most days, I'm retired and I live there". Said Harry pointing to the solitary house on the headland a mile or so away.

"Wow that's amazing." Said Ben.

"What about you Ben? I haven't seen you here before, is it your first time?"

"Yes a friend told me it was a good place to snorkel." Said Ben.

Harry considered the boys reply. If he was here to snorkel what was he doing in the sand dunes which were known for gay cruising. Harry concluded that the boy was gay and by the look of his wetsuit probably interested in rubber fetish. They'd been chatting for a while and it was time to test him out. Harry repositioned himself on the sand closer to Ben and touching his thigh said.

"Did the friend also tell you the sand dunes were used by gay men?"

"Yes." Said Ben with a smile.

Harry took the smile as an encouragement.

"Thats a nice smile Ben, you're a very cute boy and I don't want to appear pushy but i wonder if you'd be interested in playing around with me?"

Ben's face suddenly became serious.

"It depends what you're into." Said Ben

"Oh I see, well if I told you I liked rubber and diving gear would you be interested?" Said Harry.

"Yes very much." Said Ben.

"Well I've been thinking Ben that you told me you'd like to try a scuba mask and respirator. Does that mean you'd find breathing air from a tank horny?" Said Harry.

"Yes definitely." Said Ben.

Harry could see that in spite of the warm day Ben was shaking slightly.

"Well I have lots of diving gear at the house and my car is in the beach carpark. Would you like to come back and try a scuba respirator?" Said Harry.

Still shaking with excitement Ben nodded his consent. He brushed the sand off his feet and putting on a pair of white trainers he slung his ruksack over his shoulder and followed Harry along the narrow path through the dunes to the carpark. The car jurney to Harry's house took around ten minutes during which Harry was having a whirlwind of thoughts. Beginning with his teenage experience plastic bagging his school friend and the humiliation of his fathers reprimand through to the torment of a lifetime suppressing his urges. Harry knew there and then that if this boy continued responding to his seduction his suffocation would be inevitable.

On arrival at the headland house Harry led Ben into the open plan lounge and kitchen. Ben had never been in a room like it. Both South and West facing walls had stunning views out to sea through glass folding doors which led to the patio and pool. The sun, now getting low, was filling the room with pink light illuminating the white walls and tasteful decoration. Harry invited Ben to sit down on one of the cream coloured leather sofas and he sat on an identical one facing Ben across a coffee table.

"Do you you like the view from my house Ben?" Said Harry.

"Yes it's fantastic. Beats my flat any day."

"I'll show you around later but let's get to know each other first. Would you like a beer?" Said Harry.

"Yes please" Said Ben.

Harry brought two cans from the kitchen and sat down again. He looked at the beautiful blond boy sitting opposite him, he was the epitome of Harry's pent up desires. His white converse trainers traced perfectly the contours of his feet leaving the pale skin of his ankles to contrast with the shiny black neoprene hooded wetsuit which enhanced the curves of his slim body. His posture on the sofa couldn't have been more provocative. Harry had fantasised about this moment ever since he moved into the house. There had been many visitors to the Headland house, but none were likely candidates to satisfy Harry's appetite and none had been as beautiful as Ben.

"So tell me about yourself. Where do you live and what brings you here today?" Said Harry.

"Well I'm from the capital. I live with my partner but were going through a bad patch at the moment. Last night we had a big argument and I walked out. I thought I'd come here to the coast for a few days just to think things through." Said Ben.

"Oh that's too bad. Where are you staying?" Said Harry.

"Dont know yet, I caught the train here this morning and thought I'd go straight to the beach and find somewhere later." Said Ben

"How did you get to the beach from the station?" Said Harry.

"I hitched a lift." Said Ben.

"Does your partner know where you've gone?" Said Harry.

"No, he'll be phoning me every two minutes but I've switched off my phone and removed the sim just in case." Said Ben.

Harry felt his dick stirring.

"Look why don't you stay here with me for a few days, then I'm sure things will be better when you get home." Said Harry.

"Yes please that would be amazing."Said Ben.

"Good it's nice to have some company occasionally. I'll get you another beer and make some food." Said Harry.

Ben relaxed on the comfortable sofa and watched the sun setting over the bay. He reflected on the day and in particular Harry and the conversation they'd had on the beach. Under any other circumstance Ben would not have considered having sex with an older man like Harry. But in Harry's case that didn't matter. Ben had been chatting to men into rubber fetish and breathing equipment online for a while and had received several requests to meet. The problem being getting away from his controlling partner. Now for the first time he'd met a man with desires similar to his own and he was free to do whatever he wanted. With all the travelling it had been a long day and after a pizza and a glass of wine he fell asleep. He was awakened by Harry who had now changed out of his wetsuit and was wearing a heavy gauge rubber suit, waders and a black leather motorcycle jacket. Ben was immediately aroused.

"Come on Ben, I'll show you the house. "Said Harry.

Harry headed up the stairs and Ben followed closely behind him, excitement building as he watched and listened to the sound of the tight rubber confining Harry's surprisingly shapely buttocks as it flexed and stretched with each step.

"There are five bedrooms on this floor each with an ensuite bathroom. This one will be yours and mine is next door." Said Harry opening the door to let Ben look inside.

"It's very nice thank you." Said Ben.

"As you can see this is the first floor. The floor we've been on since you arrived is the ground floor but there is also a basement which I think will interest you." Said Harry with a smile.

They headed down the two flights of stairs to a small hallway on the basement floor. Harry unlocked a single door to a room leading off the hallway. At first Ben thought it looked like a workshop. There was a bench, cupboards, a rack containing power tools and a machine which Ben guessed was a compressor for filling scuba tanks. At the far side of the room was another door. Harry led Ben towards it.

"This is my den, it's my special space." Said Harry as he put his arm around Ben and guided him through the door.

"You're the first person I've ever brought here Ben." Said Harry.

The room was painted black with wall lights providing a warm and subdued light. A pungent aroma came from the shiny black rubberised flooring. Harry led Ben towards a large black leather sofa which was located with its back against a wall and facing a large panel tv on the opposite wall. Cupboards ran the length of the adjacent wall and there was a drinks cabinet in the corner.

"I think we'll spend the evening here in the den, what will you have to drink?" Said Harry indicating for Ben to sit down.

Ben hesitated for a moment.

"I'm having a whisky why not join me?" Said Harry

"Yes thanks OK." Said Ben.

Harry put a tray on the table infront of them, poured two large whiskies and sat down next to Ben.

"Now Ben have a drink with me and tell me about your rubber fetish. I was interested when you told me you wanted to try breathing from a scuba respirator. Is your partner into that sort of thing?"

"No that's part of our problem, I want to get into kinky sex and he's not interested. In fact every time we row he brings it up and calls me a freak." Said Ben.

"Oh that's bad you should dump him. So have you had much experience of pervy sex with other guys?" Said Harry.

"No, never get the chance." Said Ben.

"That's a pity, perhaps we should do something to address that, would you like to watch some porn?" Said Harry.

"Yes OK." Said Ben.

Harry rested his hand on Ben's thigh as he reached the remote control from the arm of the sofa.

"I'm not going to show you a porn film it's just a collection of video clips I've compiled, mainly leather, rubber and bondage." Said Harry.

Harry topped up their whiskies while Ben watched as the images appeared on the huge screen. Harry watched the boy drop his left hand into his crotch, furtively placing it over his dick to conceal the occasional stroke he was giving it. He could see that Ben responded mostly to bondage scenes which sutied Harry's plans perfectly. Reaching into his inside jacket pocket he pulled out a shiny pair of handcuffs and placed them in his lap. Ben looked down at them Immediately. They continued watching the videos in silence but Harry could see Ben occasionally glancing at the cuffs. Harry watched and waited. He knew the boy would succumb to temptation. Slowly Ben reached accross and slid his hand accross Harry's thigh until it reached the steel handcuffs.

"You want me to cuff you don't you Ben?"

Ben was so excited he could hardly speak.

"Stand up for me then and face the wall."

Harry turned the video off and cuffed Ben's wrists in front of him so he was still able to touch his dick through his neoprene wetsuit.

"Now you wanted to try a scuba regulator didn't you? So stay there and I'll get one strapped on you."

Harry disappeared for a few moments and returned with a air tank, regulator and mask. Unfastening the cuffs to feed the tank straps under Ben's arms he soon had the the gear fitted to Ben's body. Then re locking the cuffs he pulled up Ben's wetsuit hood and fitted the mask. Ben was trembling with anticipation as Harry eased the regulator into his mouth and he felt the cool air flowing into his lungs. Harry watched him start stroking his dick as he continued to breathe from the tank, but as far as Harry was concerned this was just foreplay and he wasn’t going to let the boy cum and spoil things.

"Lets get you out of that gear Ben before you cum. If you like I'll show you how to use it underwater in the pool tomorrow. I've something else i want to show you, but lets have another drink first" Said Harry.

They returned to the sofa only this time Harry sat closer to Ben and placed his hand on the boys thigh. The objective was to get Ben strapped to a hospital gurney he'd recently added to his collection of bondage equipment, but how to achieve Ben's consent? Then to Harry's surprise Ben initiated a conversation that allowed Harry to make his move.

"Whats that trolley over there?" Said Ben.

"Its a hospital gurney, basically a height adjustable narrow bed. It's good for some types of bondage and gives access to the sub from all sides." Said Harry.

"Have you used it on anyone?" Said Ben.

Ben seemed interested but Harry didn't want to appeared to eager.

"No I have only just bought it. Why? does it interest you?" Said Harry.

"Well sort of, I saw a photo online of a guy wearing a rubber suit and a rubber hood laying on one." Said Ben.

"Was he strapped down onto it." Said Harry.

"Yes." Said Ben.

"Hmm hot, and did that make you feel horny?" Said Harry.

"Yes sort of." Said Ben.

Harry was getting hard. The boys curiosity suggested that he might be susceptible to Harry's coaxing. It was time to test him but trickery and deceit were crucial.

"I've been thinking Ben, I'd love some photos of a boy like you on my gurney. Would you let me take a few of you on it wearing a rubber hood and restrained like the guy in the photo you saw?" Said Harry.

"I'm not sure Harry, Id prefer not to be completely immobilised." Said Ben.

"No problem Ben I'll just put the cuffs on loosely so you can get free whenever you like." Said Harry.

"OK then." Said Ben.

Harry put his arm around Ben and helping him to his feet guided him in the direction of the gurney. Ben watched him lower the bed by operating a peddle with his foot which made climing onto it easier. Harry then raised the bed again and helped Ben make himself comfortable on the black PVC mattress taking pains to ensure his head was supported by the black rubber pillow. Ben watched Harry as he started taking leather cuffs from a large chest on the floor. There were various sizes chosen to fit different places on the body. Small for wrists and larger for ankles and thighs. But all closed with shiny metal buckles and had shiny metal D rings for attaching rope. Ben felt his dick hardening as Harry began securing them. What Ben couldn't see were the ten rope anchor points underneath the gurney which corresponded to the securing positions on his body. Starting with his wrists Harry proceeded to attach restraints in the other eight locations, upper arms, ankles, knees and thighs.

"Now Ben I'm going to start securing the cuffs to the bed, are you still alright?"Said Harry.

"Yes good thanks." Said Ben.

Harry took ten short lengths of black braided rope from the chest and started to tie the D rings to the anchor points under the bed. But contrary to Harry's promise to leave the restraints slack Ben could feel his limbs pulling tight against the black pvc mattress as each rope became taught. He raised his head as the last rope tightened, just in time to see Harry standing back and stroking his dick.

"These cuffs are really tight Harry. You said you'd leave them loose, can you slacken them please."

"In a minute Ben, i just want to take the pic's." Said Harry.

Grabbing his quality SLR camera he started photographing Ben from multiple angles. He couldn't belive how easy it had been. There was no going back now.

"You still OK Ben?" Said Harry. Leaning forward and grabbing the boys dick through his wetsuit.

"No i want you to untie me" Said Ben.

"Well I see you've got a hard on so must be enjoying yourself..right? I want to photograph you with a rebreather bag so I'm going to fit you with a rubber hood first. Problem is your wetsuit hood will get in the way so I'm going to cut it off. I'll pay for it afterwards. OK?" Said Harry.

Ben shook his head wildly and shouted "No"

"Oh come on Ben you agreed." Said Harry as he neatly cut away the open face hood with a pair of scissors. Then moving quickly Harry took a rubber rebreather hood with a respirator mask moulded into it and pulled it over Ben's head. It happened in a flash. All Ben saw were Harry's hands and a black rubber hood infront of his face for a brief second then blackness. Harry was ready to redress a lifetime of suppressing his urges. He felt no empathy for Ben. Unlike his school friend all those years ago Ben was a pervert and had got himself into this predicament through his own cravings. Taking a five ltr rebreather bag he push fitted it to the hard plastic tube protruding from the front of the mask. Immediately the rubber bag came to life as it filled and emptied to the rhythm of Ben's breathing. Harry stroked his dick and started taking photos. Ben didn't last long before he started to become distressed. Harry wished he could see the boys face but there was plenty time for that later when he planned using a clear plastic bag on him. Adjusting the two way zips on his rubber suit he pulled out his dick and balls and started to masturbate. Ben's breathing was becoming frenzied and he had started making whimpering noises as he exhaled. Harry was getting closer to orgasm and in view of his plan to make a long night of it he thought it was time to take a break. Easing his hard dick back into his rubber suit he pulled the rebreather bag away from the hood and leaving Ben to recover went back to the sofa and poured another whisky. Even at the opposite side of his den he could hear Ben's breath rasping in the plastic tube. Sipping his whisky he flicked through the photos he'd taken and reflected on the boy he'd tied to the gurney. He couldn't help thinking about the school friend he'd bagged and the experiences he'd had in the intervening years where he had almost surrendered to his desire. This time it was going to be perfect though. He went to one of the cupboards and took out a rubber executioner mask. Then standing infront of the adjustable full length swing mirror which occupied the corner eased it over his head. He could feel the blood rushing into his dick as he relished the image looking back at him. Returning to the sofa he topped up his drink and relaxed for a while contemplating his next move. Suddenly he was roused by a sound coming from the gurney. Ben was trying to speak through the rubber hood. Harry walked over to the gurney, the executioner mask adding to his feeling of superiority. He unzipped the hood from over Ben's head and looked down at his pale frightened face.

"Did you enjoy that Ben?" Said Harry.

"No it was too much, please untie me." Said Ben."

"Oh I thought you wanted to get into some pervy play." Said Harry.

"Yes but not like that I couldn't breathe, please I want to get off this bed." Said Ben.

"I'm sorry Ben, but you can't do that yet?" Said Harry.

"Yes, but I want to be untied now this is none consensual." Said Ben looking very serious.

"Look I'm sorry Ben, I didn't want to scare you. It was my fault. I thought you'd like my idea of tightened the cuffs and I misjudged the time I left the rebreather bag connected. I'd really love to continue playing with you though." Said Harry.

Ben looked at Harry. Despite his scare the sight of Harry standing over him in the rubber executioner mask was very horny. He started to question himself. After all Harry was an experienced older guy doing s&m roleplay and Ben had no experience at all. Could he be over reacting.

"Well i don't know, can you untie me first then I'll think about it."Said Ben.

"I will if you really want but you look so hot laid there Ben. I think you're a really nice young man and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you?" I think if you're released now it will spoil the scene." Said Harry.

"Well maybe, what do you want to do next then?"Said Ben.

"Well I'd love to plastic bag you and I can do it so it doesn't frighten you. We didn't talk about bagging though so I don't know if mentioning it to you would put you off." Said Harry.

It was true that they hadn't spoken about it. But in fact Ben had been self bagging since his teens and being bagged was his biggest fantasy. He was curious as to what Harry had in mind.

"How do you mean? How would you make it easier for me?"Said Ben.

"I can make a small hole in the plastic bag. You will still breathe more rapidly as you try to catch your breath but you won't start to suffocate and panic." Said Harry.

"Are you sure that will work" Said Ben.

"Yes I am very experienced at it." Said Harry.

"Well untie me and I'll think about it." Said Ben.

"Oh come on Ben we're both horny. If you back out now you'll regret it. You're away from your dominating partner for the first time and free to do as you please. Don't waste the opportunity."

Harry placed his hand on the bulge in Ben's wetsuit and gave it a squeeze.

" That dick of yours seems to want it, and I want to see that pretty face of yours through one of my plastic bags. I promise I won't frighten you like last time, all you have to do is nod your head in agreement" Said Harry.

Harry sensed Ben was at the point of agreeing, he just needed a push. Using the pedal underneath the gurney Harry dropped the bed to it's lowest position which was about 400mm above the floor. At that height it was easy for him to throw a leg over the gurney and straddle the narrow bed. From there he lowered himself until his buttocks were resting on Ben's lower abdomen and he was looking straight into his face.

"Look Ben instead of cutting a hole in the bag we could have a safe word that you say if you're getting panicky. I think that would be more fun. Lots of guys into s&m do that." Said Harry.

"Yes I've heard of that, and if I said the safe word you'd remove the bag and untie me immediately?" Said Ben.

"Yes of course." Said Harry.

"Just choose a word Ben." Said Harry as he pulled a neatly folded plastic bag from his leather jacket inside pocket. Ben watched as Harry unfolded the bag and ran it through his hands to smooth out any wrinkles in the clear heavy gauge plastic. Reaching back into his jacket pocket he took out a small bottle.

"Take a hit of poppers for me Ben." Said Harry as he lifted the boys head and placed the bottle under his nose. Ben inhaled deeply before resting his head back on the pillow.

"Come on Ben take some more." Said Harry as he offered the boy the bottle again. Ben lifted his head and Harry held the open top to the boys left nostril while he pinched the right one closed. Ben took several deep breaths before relaxing on the pillow once more.

"So Ben what about your safe word?

"Would "Rubber" be a good?" Whispered Ben, now high on the poppers and fixated by the sight of Harry towering over him holding an open plastic bag.

"Yes it would be perfect, now lift your head off the pillow for me one more time." Said Harry .

Harry whipped the bag through the air to fill it, and thrilling to the way the silky clear plastic slid over Bens skin he slipped it over his head. Initially he left the bag slack around Ben's neck so he could tweak the seems until they were exactly to his liking. Then heart pounding with excitement he threaded a black zip tie around the boys neck to hold the neatly arranged plastic in position. Then pausing briefly to savour the moment he secured the tie firmly with a sharp tug.

Still astride Ben's body Harry shuffled backwards until he was able to access the zip on the boys wetsuit pants. Unzipping it he freed Ben's hard dick and balls along with a mat of blond pubic hair. Semen had started leaking from his urethra and Harry judged the boy was ready to cum. He looked at Ben's face. The plastic had not yet started to mist up and his look of lustfull craving was clear to see. Harry took hold of Ben's penis in his right hand and gripping it tightly began to jack him off with a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow, but unvarying and relentless. It didn't take long before Ben started to squirm and make groaning sounds. Harry knew Ben was attempting to warn him that he was close to ejaculating and if the game was to continue Harry would need to stop. However that assumed that the game was mutual and consensual which was far from the truth. Harry could feel Ben's dick pulsing as he tried to prevent the inevitable orgasm. Then wads of semen erupted with such force some landed on the plastic bag with the rest running over Harry's hand and down Bens shaft mingling with the blond pubic hairs. Harry lent forward, gripping Ben's head, and pulling the plastic tightly against Ben's face he licked off the globs of cum and kissed him through the shiny plastic.

"Now boy you're going to suffocate for me." Said Harry looking into the boys eyes, but the layer of shiny plastic drawn tightly over his head and the carbon dioxide accumulating in the bag made anything Harry said incomprehensible. Harry released his grip on the boys head and resumed his original position. A couple of minutes had passed since he'd tightened the zip tie. Ben's breathing was now rapid. Harry eased his dick out of his rubber suit and stroked it as he watched. The moist air the boy was exhaling was fogging the inside of the plastic and his rapid breathing was becoming more intense. Harry knew from his childhood experience that the real panic was close. Ben had reached the point where, all those years ago Harry had saved his school friend by ripping off the bag. This time there would be no rescue. Harry didn't care about the consequences it was time to indulge his depravity. Ben was wrestling violently with the heavy leather cuffs restraining him. He was shouting the safe word and begging to be released but his pleading was fuel to Harry's sick perversion. The boys suffering was lasting longer than Harry had foreseen and the thrill was exceeding his expectations. But there were signs that Ben's ordeal was coming to a close. His violent struggle was weakening, pausing from time to time, leaving the room in silence except from his frantic uncontrolled breathing and his repeated crying out.

"Please Harry help me."

Then the last respite came, Harry watched intently as the boys respiration slowed to a normal pace, the verbal outbursts ceased and a tranquility descended on the room. Harry could no longer resist wanking as Ben's breathing became more laboured until he took one final intensely deep breath before becoming still. Harry ripped the plastic bag off and looked at the boys perspiration covered face. Cyanosis had tinged his lips with blue and his lifeless eyes were gazing upwards. Unfastening Ben's restraints Harry moved the boys body along the gurney until his head hung limply over the top end of the bed. Then climing off the gurney he moved to the end of the bed and using the leaver raised the bed until Bens open mouth was level with his crutch. Heart pounding he pushed his dick into Ben's mouth. Applying a little pressure to the back of his throat Harry's fat penis slid effortlessly past the boys tonsils and down his gullet. Harry let out a low lustfull goan as the nerve endings underneath his penile glands responded to the moist silky lining of Ben's esophagus. Penetrating deeply untill his balls were pressing against the boys chin he shivered at the sensation radiating from his loins. He paused briefly with his dick inserted deeply into Ben's throat relishing the moment but he was reaching a climax he couldn't control. Knowing cuming was now inevitable he started thrusting his dick into the boys mouth. It was all over within a few seconds as Harry unloaded his semen into Ben's gut releasing years of suppressed fantasies.

It was pitch black and the rain was driving in from the sea as Harry stumbled along the short footpath from the rear of his house to the cliff edge. Although slightly built, Ben's naked body seemed a lot heavier than the men Harry had practiced the fireman's lift on in his military training years ago, but of course he was now much older. Harry was familiar with the tidal streams that swept across the bay and knew if the boy's body went into the water off the headland it would be carried many miles out to sea by the current. Harry stood on the cliff edge catching his breath as he looked at Ben lying on the cold wet granite where he'd dropped him. Then kneeling on the ground Harry rolled the body over the edge into the stormy black sea below.

Harry was sitting by the pool enjoying a coffee in the warm autumn sun. Almost six months had passed since Harry had met Ben on the beach and invited him to spend the night at the Headland House. Initially there had been remorse for what happened that night but as the weeks had gone by the contrition had become more bearable and anxiety about being detected had emerged as his major concern. But with the passage of time even that had lessened. He looked accross the bay at the surfers on the beach. In particular he noticed a lone figure walking close to the gay area. He picked up his binoculars and took a closer look. It was a young man wearing a shiny black front zipper wetsuit. He continued following the figure with his binoculars until it turned into the sand dunes. He glanced into the house through the open folding doors. He could just see the top of the staircase that led down to his basement. The basement where he kept the wetsuit he liked to wear on the beach. Unconsciously he stroked his dick.

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