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Subject: Elric: Grey's
Date: 16 Feb 90 11:03:23 GMT
This story describes something which has been on my mind for some
time now, the situation would probably never exist (but then, who
knows?). So here we go;
WANTED
Are you young, healthy, clean and good looking?
Are you looking for a different type of job?
An exclusive men's club in London requires healthy young men
to help keep their guests amused and entertained.
Long hours are expected, but the rewards are high
Apply NOW to GREYS...
This looks interesting thought Steve as he glanced through the pages
of his favourite gay magazine. Long hours didn't bother him, he was
really a night owl in any case.
He dialled the number on the ad. After two rings the call was
answered.
"Hello" said a deep masculine voice, "Greys, can I help you?"
"Eh! yes", said Steve. "I'm phoning about the ad in..", "Ah yes!"
interrupted the voice on the other end. "What's your name?". "Steven
Clarkson", said Steve.
"And how old are you Steve?", enquired the voice. "I'm 25", replied
Steve.
"Well look Steve, I must be honest with you, this is rather an unusual
job. It's obvious from your reading matter what you are into, but how
do you feel about the 'heavier' side of life. For example, do you
have any fetishes?"
"That's a bit personal, Mr... sorry, what is your name?", said Steve.
"sorry about that Steve, just call me Pete!". "OK, look Pete, how are
these questions relevant to the job?" enquired Steve.
"I'm sorry to be so blunt Steve, but they are relevant, unfortunately
I really can't give you any more information over the phone just like
that. If you are interested in the jobs we have, I really must ask
you to bear with me. If you're unwilling to answer my questions we
can leave it here and now!"
"OK!" said Steve. "Yes, I do have fetishes; I am rather keen on...
On... well, I'm keen on leather and things".
"There's no need to be embarrassed Steve", said Pete, "there's really
no shame in admitting to it!". "If you're willing, I think it may be
worth your while coming to see me for a better chat. What about
tomorrow evening, say about 8 o'clock?".
"Em, yes, OK, that's fine. Isn't it possible to come earlier in the
day?" replied Steve. "I'm afraid not Steve, you see I need to catch
up on my sleep during the day; the club does keep rather irregular
hours you know".
"OK Steve, now here's the address and I look forward to seeing you
tomorrow". Said Pete, and with that he hung up and left a dumbfounded
Steve hanging on the purring line.
Steve was intrigued. Pete had asked some pretty strange questions and
his comments about the club only made the whole episode more
interesting.
The next day, Steve was very restless in anticipation of the evenings
interview. As the day drew on, he became more and more excited. At
last it was time to leave.
Remembering the curious question about fetishes, Steve decided to go
by bike and so have an excuse to wear his leathers. He also chose to
wear his leather boxer shorts and singlet under the leathers and
finished the outfit with his heavy boots, gloves and helmet.
As he raced through the night, Steves anticipation mounted. Ah,
there's the address. His destination was a large house in the centre
of London. Steve pulled into the drive; dismounted; removed his
helmet and approached the front door.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the bell and waited. Within a minute
the door was answered. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. Standing in
front of him was a gorgeous hunk of a man. He introduced himself as
Pete and invited Steve into the house.
"Well", said Pete. "I'm glad that you dressed for the occasion,
Steve, let me take your helmet."
Steve handed his helmet to Pete together with his gloves. "No, you
hang on to your gloves Steve, you may need them!", said Pete handing
them back to him.
Pete led the way into a large room at the back of the house and
pointed Steve towards a seat near a roaring fire. Steve was beginning
to regret wearing all this leather, this room was much too hot for his
comfort.
Steve slid the zip down on the front of his leathers, exposing the
leather singlet underneath.
"No, don't do that Steve. Leave it as it is!", said Pete as he
reached over and put his hand on Steves, and slowly drew the zip up to
the very top and even fastened the neck strap of the leathers.
"There, that's more cosy" commented Pete as he handed Steve a Gin &
Tonic. "Now, to business" finished Pete as he sat opposite Steve.
Steve sipped his drink in amazement.
"Greys...", began Pete, "... is an exclusive club. It gets its name
from the standard colour code. The purpose of the club is to provide
its members with a suitable environment in which to enjoy their
interests. We aim to provide a visually stimulating atmosphere".
Pete went on; "the way we achieve this is better shown than explained.
Take a look in that folder". Steve reached over to the coffee table
and picked up a photographic folder.
Inside were photographs of scenes from Greys. They showed a palatial
and sumptuous room in which were seated various men. The only common
thing about the men was that they were all dressed in leather and/or
rubber.
On closer inspection; the photographs revealed a more curious sight.
There were many large ornamental fittings around the room. At first
they looked like part of the decor, but they revealed themselves to be
men in various stages and forms of bondage.
On one wall there was an inflated rubber sack which was only vaguely
man-shaped, from the head region came a single rubber tube which was
obviously used for breathing.
Next to this was another form. This one showed bits of bronzed skin
peeking between layers of wide rubber strapping. The head was
enclosed in a rubber hood outside of which was a tight gag with a
rubber tube ending in a bulb used to inflate an internal gag.
Across the room other forms were evident. A muscular form which was
completely encased in hard shining leather was spread-eagled against a
wall and securely strapped in place.
The man's cock was exposed to which weights had been suspended.
Although gagged with an O-ring gag, the rest of his face was visible.
Saliva was dripping from his mouth and it was obvious that he had been
there for some time.
Many other muscular forms lay about the room, some securely bound with
ropes to chairs; others securely strapped with either leather or
rubber and simply left lying on the rich carpeting of the room.
There were even two or more bodies secured together. In what was
obviously a specially constructed device, were two men face to face.
Each was gagged, but the gags were joined together, thus keeping them
both eye-to-eye at all times.
Their arms were enclosed in tight single sheath gloves made of rigid
leather. Their legs were similarly enclosed. Tight leather straps
held their muscular straining bodies together while the two cocks were
securely strapped together. The effect was electric.
Steves temperature rose even more at the sight of these exotic forms
and he could feel his own member stirring deep in the confines of his
own leather gear in response to the visual stimulation before him.
"Well Steve", asked Pete. Steve pulled his eyes from the photographs
with some effort and gulped in response.
"What do you think", continued Pete. "The men in those photographs
are dedicated to the art of bondage. They spend hours bound and
gagged in any one of a number of different ways. The main aim is the
satisfaction of the members and the bodies of the escorts belong to
the member while they are bound".
"Fantasies are enacted in Greys for both members and escorts. My men
can decide how they want to be secured for the night, or their fate
will be decided by a member who has a particular interest", concluded
Pete.
"I've never seen anything like it in my life", gulped Steve. "I
didn't realise that there were so many ways of securing a body".
"What you see there is only a small sample", Pete replied, "Do you
think that being in a similar situation would suit you Steve?"
"I don't know. I like what I see. I don't suppose it would be that
difficult to endure", replied Steve.
A knowing smile crossed Petes lips and he asked "How about trying it
out then; a sort of Aptitude Test if you like!"
Steves mind raced, he had never been bound and gagged by anyone in his
whole life. Although the subject interested him, he had never
personally indulged in any form of bondage or restricted practices.
He was torn between apprehension and longing. Pete sensed this and
said, "Look Steve, it needn't be anything as severe as you see in
those pictures; I will choose something fairly mild".
"Well... Okay then..", said Steve. "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just put yourself into my hands Steve, you will be quite
safe", said Pete. "Come with me Steve, we may as well get started".
Steve stood up and followed Pete out of the door. His body was soaked
in perspiration and his leather clothes were stuck to his body making
it quite difficult to move quickly.
Pete led the way to a door near the back of the house, as Pete opened
the door Steve could see stairs leading down. "I have a miniature
clubroom set up in the basement, so that the test can be carried out
in authentic surroundings", said Pete over his shoulder.
The basement was nicely decorated and sumptuously carpeted. There
were no signs of the club atmosphere and paraphenalia as depicted in
the photographs.
Pete walked over to a large cupboard and opened the doors. Inside
Steve could see many items of leather and rubber. He was too far away
to make out any distinct items. Pete rummaged in the cupboard and
return to where Steve was with an armful of leather straps.
He dumped the load onto a large couch next to where Steve was
standing.
"Put your gloves on Steve" said Pete. Steve only then remembered that
he was still carrying his gloves and slowly pulled them on.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back Steve", Steve did so
and Pete picked up a leather strap and wrapped it around Steves gloved
wrists and fastened the buckle.
Steves stomach was churning in anticipation and apprehension. As if
Pete sensed this he said "don't worry Steve, you're quite safe".
The churning continued, but Steve succumbed to Petes ministerings.
"Sit on the couch Steve", said Pete, placing a hand on Steves shoulder
and helping him down. Pete picked up another strap and wound this
around Steves booted ankles. Steves apprehension grew as he realised
that he was at the mercy of this strange, attractive man.
Steve tugged at his bonds but found them unyielding. Pete was now
securing a leather strap around Steves knees, just below the kneecap.
This was pulled tight and buckled in place. Next a similar strap was
applied above the knees.
"Upsa daisy" said Pete as he pulled Steve to his feet. The sensation
was strange to Steve, his legs were now totally secured and were
unable to respond to his directions. Steve staggered while trying to
flex his leg muscles and was steadied by Pete. "Oops, are you okay?",
asked Pete.
"Yes, I suppose so, although a I feel a little strange", replied
Steve. "That's only to be expected", said Pete and continued "do you
want to go on with this?"
The question reassured Steve, he suddenly felt that although he had no
control of his own, Petes concern implied his safety. "No, that's
okay, I've come this far, I might as well see it through" Steve
replied.
"Right then" Pete said and returned to his task. The next strap was
very wide and was applied to Steves thighs. Although the straps bit
deeply into Steves leathered form, they did not cause any pain or
discomfort.
"Now the top half" commented Pete, almost to himself. As Steve stood
there a leather strap was passed over his head and pulled tightly in
around his chest and buckled at the back.
While Pete passed the next strap around Steves waist, he came very
close to Steve and said "I hope that you're enjoying this as much as I
am?".
Steve was feeling very strange by this time, his body was sweating
within the confines of his leathers, and the leather straps around his
body were combining to effect.
Steves upper body was now securely strapped; all movements were
impossible. Steve was still standing and was only able to follow Pete
with his eyes as he walked around Steves strapped body.
"Well you can't stand all night, can you Steve" said Pete and with
that he picked Steve up as if he were a baby. Steve had never felt so
helpless in all his life and the overall effect was making his cock
throb furiously. The ache from his groin was becoming unbearable. He
was deposited on the couch.
"How to you feel about a gag or hood, Steve?" asked Pete. "It is
customary to test applicants fully, but as this is the first time you
have ever been bound, you may want to opt out" he concluded.
"You do whatever you would normally do Pete" replied Steve.
"Right then" said Pete as he bent down to pick up the final item from
the couch. It turned out to be a full cover hood made of heavy
leather. There were tie strings at the back together with a zip.
"Open up Steve" said Pete as he stood behind Steve and lowered the
hood over his head. Steve looked up just in time to see the hood
engulf his head and a large wedge gag was forced between his teeth.
The hood was tightened in place and Steve was left gasping and
mumbling through the gag.
Steve felt the zipper being pulled down and a neck strap tightened in
place. He was in total darkness, all he could hear was the sound of
his own breathing inside the heavy leather of the hood. He felt a
sudden panic and attempted to struggle at his bonds.
Suddenly Petes voice came through the hood; "Unless you are having
breathing difficulties Steve, I should save your efforts. Remember if
I have to release you now, then you have failed the test and can
forget about joining the club. Now calm down and nod your head three
times if you are having difficulties."
Steve pondered the possibility of losing contact with this man and sat
still and calmed his breathing.
"That's better" came Petes voice once more. "I am going to lay you on
the floor now Steve, so don't worry when you are moved".
Steve grunted through the gag as he was lifted once more and placed on
the floor.
The room was quiet and Steve lay there not knowing what would happen
next. Suddenly he heard voices, many voices. He was concerned and
started to struggle futilely.
Then he felt hands on his body, tugging at the straps, stroking his
leathered head. He felt caressing hands at his groin and he was
lifted slightly while hands kneaded his firm buttocks through the
leather suit.
Steve felt as if he would explode, his body was tingling with
pleasure, his cock was crying for relief. All he could do was moan
through the gag and endure the never-ending caressing.
Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. Again the room grew quiet
as the voices receded and Steve felt as if he were now alone in the
room. He tried to shout to someone for release, but all he could
manage was a muffled grunt.
He lay there for an eternity. He lost track of time completely while
his body subsided from the levels to which it had been taken. Steve
dozed. He was roused by the return of the voices, again he attempted
to attract attention, but to no avail.
His mouth and face were wet inside the hood with saliva from his
gagged mouth, he could feel trickles of moisture running down his face
and other parts of his body.
Steve started as he again felt hands manipulating his body, lifting
and kneading his body. He suddenly heard a faint buzzing sound, while
trying to cock his head to hear better he felt a touch at his groin.
Steve felt something being strapped around his waist, followed by more
manipulations as another strap was passed between his tightly bound
legs. The buzz increased in volume and pitch.
As the sound increased Steve began to feel a strange sensation below.
His cock was responding to the vibrations which had now reached a new
pitch. His breathing become heavier as the vibrations spread through
his lower body.
Steve strained against his bonds and pitched his body in an attempt to
shake loose the fiendish device which was wracking his body with its
caressing touch. He grunted and groaned through his gag but his
thrashing body could not stop the vibrations.
As the vibrations buried deeper into his body, Steve could think of
nothing but the sensations flowing through his body. As the pitch
mounted higher still Steve could contain himself no longer, with a
mighty burst his tortured penis released its load in a violent
orgasmic explosion.
Steves body became rigid as the waves of pleasure and pain shot
through his body. There was no release however, and the vibrations
continued to control his body. As the climax of the first orgasm
receded, another was mounting.
Steve's body was shaking and his breathing was coming in rasping
gasps, again his body began to tense as the orgasm mounted to
explosion point. As his straining cock shot its load for a second
time Steve's body relaxed.
Steve was now out of this world, his body did not belong to him, he
could do nothing but stay submerged in the depths of his bonds and
await his fate. His mind was desperate as the vibrations continued,
Is is possible to die of pleasure??
The vibrations ceased and Steve's mind relaxed somewhat at the thought
of release. His body was soaked in sweat, the leather underwear and
suit clinging to his skin absorbing most of the moisture and binding
itself to his skin.
The device was unstrapped and removed from his groin; and his
breathing subsided into rasps. His jaw ached for release from the
cruel gag which locked him away from the world of communication and
release of tension.
As he began to relax and consider his predicament and possible fate he
again felt strong hands lifting his body, he felt himself placed on a
seat still bound. Then the straps about his legs were being removed.
First his thighs, then the knees and finally the ankles.
His mind smiled as he contemplated release. He became eager and
mumbled for them to hurry. They could not understand of course, but
they had their own ideas in any case, this was still a test.
Steve suddenly felt straps being re-applied to his legs which were now
secured apart to what was obviously legs of a strong chair. He
started to struggle, but it was too late, his booted ankles were
already secure and escape was impossible.
Next his knees were secured to the chair, and his legs were held
rigidly open. Then Steve felt the straps around his body being
loosened and he thought furiously about escape once his arms were
free.
His instructor however was experienced and despite his superior
strength wanted to maintain the helplessness of his captive. So, on
releasing his arms from his body, they were immediately re-secured to
the chair before Steves wrists were unstrapped.
Steve flailed his arms in vain as the strap was removed from his
wrists. But his upper arms had already been secured and it took very
little effort to re-secure each wrist in turn to the chair. Steve was
now securely strapped to the chair.
In one way, Steve was glad of the change of position, his arms and
legs were beginning to tingle as the circulation was restored. All he
could do now was wait.
He didn't have to wait long. He felt hands at the top of his suit
undoing the buckled neck-strap. Then the zip was pulled down and
Steve could feel cool air caressing his chest and shoulders. Suddenly
fingers were tracing lines on his chest in smooth motions which to
Steves surprise began to arouse him again
Again, there was more manipulation as his arms were released once
more. This time however, it was clear as to the reason. The leather
suit was pulled over his shoulders to rest on his lower arms. His
upper arms were once more secured while his lower arms were released.
As each wrist was released, the suit was pulled down and off his arms
completely. After a while, his upper body was free of the suit
completely. The same process was carried out on his lower body, first
his upper legs were released to allow the suit to be pulled further
down his body.
Finally, his ankles were released, his boots removed and the suit was
taken completely off. His ankles were bound once more after the
removal of the suit.
Steve felt a sudden chill as he sat secured and vulnerable. He was
still wearing the hood and could not see or communicate with his
captor.
He was a wonderful sight to Pete and the other men who had joined him
for the test. Steves muscular, lithe body was dressed in leather
singlet and boxer shorts, his body was now exposed to their view. The
leather straps bit deeply into the bronzed flesh of Steves arms and
legs.
The next part of the test was being prepared. This involved the
removal of all of Steves clothes. Without releasing Steve and
spoiling the atmosphere of the test, they had no choice but to remove
the rest of his clothes by cutting them off.
Experience showed that a better effect was achieved if the victim
could see this process being carried out. To do this Pete went to the
supply cupboard and found what he was looking for.
Returning to Steve, he went behind the bound form and started to
remove the leather hood. He knew that the first thing Steve would do
would be to flex his jaws and he would have to time things well.
As the hood was loosened from his head, Steve thought that the test
was over and he was/Ready for release, although he was a little
confused by being re-bound to the chair.
The gag was pulled out of his mouth and the hood was lifted clear.
Steve squinted he once again saw the lights around him. He opened his
mouth in pleasure and flexed his jaw in relief.
Just as he opened his mouth he felt something thrust in. A wide strap
was pulled around his face and secured behind his head. He could feel
something cold and flaccid in his mouth and tried to push it out with
his tongue.
He couldn't remove it because of the strap around his face. Then it
seemed to be expanding. He could he something behind him and he
strained to look around. There was Pete holding a rubber bladder
attached by a tube to his face strap.
Suddenly Steve knew what was going on, the bulb in his mouth was
expanding as air was pumped into it by Pete. The gag now filled his
mouth and he was once more cut off from communicating with Pete.
Then he noticed that there were other people in the room. He looked
back and saw about half a dozen men seated and standing around him.
Each of the men was dressed in a transparent latex suit which covered
them from head to toe.
Steve couldn't believe his eyes. The men before him were very well
developed, their muscular forms could be seen beneath the rubber. The
suits they wore had only eye holes and two small tubes protruded from
the nose piece, these were obviously used for breathing.
Steve noticed that the suits zipped up the back and each of the suits
had a small padlock at the very top which stopped them from being
removed without a key. He had the distinct impression that the only
keys around would be with Pete.
All features were visible beneath the suits of these men. Body hair
could be seen flattened and moistened by the rubber. The only other
opening in the suits was at the crutch. Each of the men had their
cock and balls outside of the suit and strapped at the base.
Then Steve noticed something strange about the mouths of these men.
They were stuffed with what looked like large rubber wedges. These
guys were gagged.
Pete was talking to him and he pulled his attention away from the
hunks before him. "... how are you feeling Steve?".
"The test is still underway, so please try and relax. Remember that
you are in no danger, but you will NOT have the opportunity to pull
out of the test at this late stage", Pete concluded.
So saying Pete went to a small table and picked up a sharp looking
knife. As he walked towards Steve, a smile crossed his lips.
Steve went into instant panic thinking that he was done for. He could
only barely move. His arms and legs were solidly secured but his head
and shoulders were free.
As the knife came closer, Steve tried to back away. He couldn't move,
he gurgled and mumbled through the tight gag to no avail. The knife
was inches from his body now.
Pete ran the back of the knife over Steves chest and then suddenly cut
through the shoulder straps of his vest. Next the knife was run down
the front of the vest which was then torn from his body.
The knife was then applied to the boxer shorts. Each of the legs were
slit down the front exposing the wet cock and balls which had been so
long trapped. Despite his apprehension, Steve could feel himself
getting hard under the gaze of this man before him.
Then the men suddenly came over to him, picked up the chair with him
in it and moved him to another part of the room. They placed him back
down before a large mirror.
Steve couldn't believe what he saw. There he was naked, bound and
gagged surrounded by these unbelievable men in their tight,
transparent rubber suits.
As if on cue, some of the men approached him once more, they were
carrying bottles. They began tipping the contents over Steves bound
form. Steve started at its cold touch. As the liquid started
trickling over his body, the men began to massage him.
The rubber gloved hands massaged the oil an over his body. The hands
were everywhere, over his shoulders, down his chest, over his stomach
and down to his legs left Steve gasping through his gag at the
pleasure of their touch.
Just as Steve felt he could take no more and he was ready to once more
shoot his wad, the hands left him. Then Pete was standing in front of
him once again, he too was wearing rubber gloves. In his hands he
held a wide strap.
"God, not another one", thought Steve. Pete bent in front of him and
taking his oiled cock in his hands applied the strap around the base
of his scrotum, pulled it tight, buckled it and then gave his cock a
pat.
Then all of then men, including Pete filed out of the room. Steve was
left staring at himself in the mirror. His body was now slick with
the oil, the hair on his head and body were shiny and slicked back.
He glistened in the light of the room. Even the leather straps
securing his body were shiny with oil.
Staring at himself, his cock throbbed. Steve got quite a high as he
considered his current state. He had never felt so horny in all his
life.
Time passed as he sat there, he wondered how long he had been
undergoing the 'test'. It seemed like days since he first walked into
the house. He began to doze as time passed and no one else came to
him.
Then the door opened and in walked two of the men he had seen earlier.
They were dressed in tight heavy leather. Then Steve noticed that
they still wore the hoods of the rubber suits they had worn earlier.
This meant that these men still had the rubber suits on underneath the
heavy leather ones. They must have been hot.
The men went to the cupboard and came back with a large rubber sheet.
Taking each end of the sheet they threw it over Steves still bound and
gagged form.
As the lights went out for Steve, he wondered what was going to happen
next. He didn't have long to wait for the answer, the men proceeded
to wrap the sheet lightly around him. Leaving sufficient openings for
air to enter but making it impossible for Steve to see anything that
was going on.
He tried to attract their attention by mumbling and gurgling through
his gag. Then he remembered that they couldn't answer because of
their own gags.
As he sat in relative darkness he suddenly felt the chair being lifted
into the aid once more. This time the chair was taken out of the room
altogether.
As the procession moved through the house to the the back entrance,
Steve could hear the sound of an engine. The load was put into the
back of a van, _the leather clad men climbed in and shut the door.
Steve felt the motion as the van pulled away and out of the drive. It
sped down the street. He could do nothing but sit there and wonder.
Within minutes the van slowed and pulled over the road into gravelled
drive.
Steve was unloaded from the van and carried once more inside. He
could hear much hustle and bustle and the clanking of dishes. Finally
the chair was put down and the rubber sheet loosened. When the sheet
was removed, Steve blinked at the lights.
When he could see properly, he knew immediately where he was from the
photographs he had seen earlier that evening. This was GREYS itself.
There was no mistaking the layout of the room.
Around the room were men in various forms of dress and undress. These
were the members, Steve could tell. The most obvious difference was
that all escorts were gagged if not bound while the members were free
to speak.
Steve was left in the middle of the room, bound and gagged as he was
and still covered in oil. He felt himself blush, he had not expected
to be thrown into such a situation just like that, he had had no time
to prepare for this experience, he was exposed.
It was obvious what the members were joining the club for. Around the
room the escorts were being used and abused by the members as they
wished. Escorts were being bound, gagged, released, suspended from
the walls or subjected to anything else the member may wish to indulge
in.
Eventually members started to pay attention to Steve. He sat secured
watching the various scenes around him. All the while his cock stood
at rigid attention throbbing for release.
One member who was dressed in leather chaps, briefs and gloves finally
came towards him and kneeling in front of his bound form took his
slick cock into his mouth and proceeded to suck him off there and
then. There were no inhibitions at this club, that was obvious.
As Steve was reaching a climax, the member suddenly stopped, got up
and walked away. He joined a couple of other men dressed similarly to
himself. When he reached them, he looked back, said something to the
others and they all burst out laughing.
Steve looked away in embarrassment. He tried once more to loosen his
bonds but failed. Then another member approached him and pulled up a
chair in front of him. "Hi", said the man as he reached across and
tweaked Steves nipple.
"You're new here, are you enjoying yourself", he continued. "It's
okay, I know you can't answer me through that gag".
He started caressing Steves chest, Steve let out a moan of pleasure,
closed his eyes and sank back in the chair. The man grabbed his cock
and started kneading it roughly. Steve opened his eyes with a start
and glowered at the man over his gag.
"My, we have spirit", said the man reaching up and ruffling Steves
hair. He got up smiling and walked away to the bar.
Steve was screaming for release now. His throbbing cock was blue from
the strap still holding it upright. It longed for someone to finish
what the first man had started.
No sooner had he subsided, than another member came over to him and
brought him once more to the brink of a climax before stopping short
and leaving him gasping. This subtle torture continued for sometime.
Steve could do nothing to relieve himself and the members were
obviously skilled in these matters, because none of them actually
brought him to full climax.
All of the men were muscular and hirsute, they wore their leather gear
with confidence and practice. Although the majority of the members
wore leather, presumably to emphasise their role of master, some were
wearing rubber too.
One man caught Steves eye in particular. He was dressed completely in
black rubber, he wore a full body suit complete with gloves, a rubber
hood which clung to his face but had eye, nose and mouth holes, high
rubber boots and a large rubber cape which swirled about him as he
moved.
Suddenly this rubberman was standing to one side of Steve. Steve
felt his presence and turned his head to look at the rubber clad
figure. Close up, the man was much larger than he looked at a
distance. His tight rubber suit was stretched over a muscular
chest. The muscles rippled beneath the rubber as he moved.
The man walked slowly around Steve examining every inch of his bound
form. Steve could do nothing but follow him with his eyes. The man
touched his cheek with his rubber gloved hand and felt the tightness
of the gag and nodded in approval.
Then the man stood in front of Steve with his back towards him. He
reached around and pulled his voluminous cape around to the front
thus exposing his rear to Steve. Steve saw that there was a cut-out
in the back of the man's suit exposing a hairy backside.
Steve couldn't believe his eyes as the man backed up to him, threw
the cape over Steve and the back of the chair and then settled down
onto Steves lap and the throbbing cock standing to attention there.
As the rubbered form eased onto his swollen member, Steve was
crushed beneath the mans weight. The muscular rubber encased back
pushed against Steves gagged face. Steve could do nothing, he was
in darkness with the hulking form now moving up and down on him.
Steve could only sit while the weight of the man moved up and down
on his oil slicked prick. He was gasping for breath as the man
pushed against his chest and forced the air out of his lungs. The
gag in his mouth further hampered his breathing and the rubber
enclosure offered little but rubber tinged air for him to breath.
Steve soon forgot about the pain and restrictions as the man
continued his motions on his cock. With a shuddering explosion,
Steve finally shot his load, the man sensed his organism and pulled
himself away just before the explosion happened.
Steves cum shot out of his cock in a high arc and spattered against
the rubber form still standing before him. The man reached down and
scooped up the white blob in his rubber gloved hand and wiped the
mass all over Steves chest.
Opening his cape and throwing the front lapels over his shoulder,
the man located a small zip in the front of his suit. Lowering the
zip, he pulled out his own substantial cock and began masturbating
in front of the wide eyed Steve.
The man was moaning in pleasure and his hand movements became more
rapid. Finally the man gasped, removed his hands and allowed a
large wad of cum to shoot from his cock onto Steve. He then reached
across and rubbed his sperm into that already there thus mixing the
mess together.
Suddenly the man bent forward and whispered in Steves ear, "Brothers
in cum, you were great kid". Despite everything, Steve felt
something for this man, he wanted to reach out and touch the rubber
form and caress the muscles beneath the rubber and give pleasure to
this man.
Reaching into a pocket in his cape, the man pulled out a transparent
rubber hood. He eased this over Steves oily head and pulled it over
his face. It completely covered his head but had eye holes for him
to see out and nose tubes which the man inserted into his nostrils
before pulling the hood into place.
The man walked away leaving Steve in his naked, bound state and now
hooded in rubber. Steve followed the man with his eyes and longed
to touch the muscular form.
Steve noticed that their activities had drawn an audience, others
had stopped to watch them. The spectators started to return to
their own activities and Steve was left to himself. His body ached
from the long confinement, and his cock was tender from the abuse it
had endured during the day. His face and jaws ached from the tight
gag which still bit deeply into his cheeks.
Moisture was moving inside the hood as Steve sat and watched the
rest of the activities going on around him. The members were
subjecting the escorts to all forms of bondage and enclosure.
Leather and rubber covered bodies were everywhere.
As the evening wore on the room began to empty. Clients left
together or singly, escorts were removed from the room. Steve
suddenly noticed 'his' rubberman coming towards him with four other
rubber encased men all of which were gagged, signifying that they
were escorts. The man smiled and the escorts moved to Steves bound
form and removed the straps which were securing him to the chair.
Others produced more straps however and strapped his arms and legs
together holding them rigid. Lifting him up, they carried him
behind the rubberman and followed him out of the room into the hall.
Steve was once more wrapped in a large rubber sheet and taken out
into the cold dawn air. He was put into the back of a large car,
doors slammed as the driver got in, started the engine and drove
away.
Steve was jostled about in the back of the car, but did not fall off
the seat. Eventually the car slowed for the last time, pulled into
a drive and stopped.
The driver got out of the car and unceremoniously hoisted Steve out
of the back and carried him single handed into a house. He was
carried up stairs and deposited on a bed. The rubber sheet was
removed and Steve saw his rubberman standing over him.
The man now bent down and removed all of the restraints from Steves
body together with the hood and gag. Steve was naked and free of
bonds, he stretched and massaged his aching limbs while the man
stood to one side waiting.
Then he spoke, "Come here Steve and take my cape". Steve got up and
walked over to the man and did as he was bid. Steve worshipped the
man before him and felt no displeasure at being told what to do by
him.
After removing his cape, the man started to remove other parts of
his apparel, first he removed what turned out to be long rubber
gloves. He then sat down and told Steve to remove his boots. Steve
grasped one boot and pulled it free of the muscular leg. He noticed
that the leg and foot were still enclosed in rubber while he removed
the other boot.
Then the man stood up and turned away from Steve, pulled off his
rubber hood and tossed it to one side. He then turned to Steve,
revealing his features to the waiting young man.
"PETE!", burst out Steve, "I had no idea it was you".
"That was the general intention Steve", said Pete smiling. "For
your information you have passed the test" he concluded.
"Come here Steve", commanded Pete. Steve jumped to Petes side
anxiously while Pete put his arms around him and said, "You were
great today Steve, I have high expectations of you."
Pete took Steve to the bed, opened up what turned out to be rubber
bedding, put Steve into bed and climbed into bed beside him. Pete
was still dressed in rubber, but his hands were uncovered. Steve
clutched at Pete holding him close. He felt safe and secure with
this man beside him and he never wanted to go away.
Written by: Elric Bonds of London, England
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