The Smell of Leather

There’s a humming sound in the distance, I’m aware of a stiffness, and an ache but I can’t place what’s going on.  I’m confused, I was having a really pervy dream just then and what the hell is going on now?

I know this feeling, my jaw aching from being gagged for a long time, I can’t push it out of my mouth, definitely wedged in there tight.  That dizzy feeling is familiar too, the buzzing sound like I’ve just surfaced after swimming, a clarity to outside noises coming into my sound-field.

I’m reviling in the pleasure of knowing I’m bound somehow, I do love this feeling, but I can’t think how I got here, I’ve always wanted to wake up fully geared up and bound somehow, but all I know is it’s tight, covering every inch of my body and I can’t move, well a few millimetres here and there, but secured in the way that makes trying futile.

I test the rubber gag in my mouth, biting down to feel its resilience, holding back my groan I just whimper and my voice echoes in what I can sense is a small room or maybe a box, a coffin??

I am not so sure I’m happy about this now, feeling claustrophobia shrink in on me, but I know the bindings won’t release me.  I remember the tight feeling is a comfort to me and nothing can harm me whilst I’m secure in my bondage heaven.

If it is a heaven, how DID I get here, and who did it to me?

Are there any tell tales signs of the things I like that mates have done to me in the past to give me a clue of how this has happened?  No, I can’t be sure...

Deep breath, James, calm down, you’re here for however long you need to be, there’s nothing you can do about it, so just relax and let yourself go, something will happen eventually.

Hours pass while the cabinet sits alone in the cold white room, the single metal cabinet that stands there against the wall like it was randomly picked from a line-up of lockers and told it was to be held in solitary confinement.  In reality this is the fate of the victim within.

‘Zzzzzzzz’ There’s that buzzing again, I’m certain that wasn’t there before, deep breath again, my lips tell me I’m wearing rubber on my head but I can smell leather, god that aroma is gorgeous! I have no idea how long I’ve been here talking to myself in my head, but that smell hasn’t gotten any less pleasant, I’ll try and shuffle a bit, my right foot is a bit numb.  Damn I can’t move it either, feels like my foot is clamped to the floor somehow.

I’ve tried all the bonds I think are here, I can’t tell how I’m restrained but it’s very comfortable, my mind is saying I’m upright but every now and then I feel a little wobble, like being a little lightheaded, and I need to steady myself, maybe I drifted off to sleep thinking of where I am.  Am I asleep? I can’t tell, there are only this buzzing sound and the smell, plus the restraint holding me in place, telling me I’m here, alive and conscious.

‘Zzzzzz’ There is it again, I’m definitely awake, who needs outside sources of stimulation to tell them they’re awake, NOT ME! I’m stronger than that, I can do this!! Whatever...‘this’...is...

I can feel the seams in the hood running down the middle of my head, I know it’s tight and, even through the rubber hood I’m certain I’m wearing underneath, I can picture the smooth outline in my head and how it’s stitched together embracing my skull in it’s tight black skin.

Gloves I can feel enclosing my hands feel slick against a second covering, I’m guessing again rubber under leather, but I can’t move my fingers except within the fist I’m forced to retain inside what I can only guess are mitts.

As for the rest of my gear, my only other real discovery is that I’m wearing rubber toe-socks.  The numb feeling I had came to light as the sweat started to slush around my feet and I could make that distinction between not feeling my other toes and realising they are in fact covered with latex.

I feel no breeze but the air I’m inhaling seems to be fresh enough, someone has gone to a lot of trouble for me.

Just as the captured body inside the cabinet is feeling comfortable with his surroundings after a period of what is now 8 hours, 4 of which he has been conscious, the decision to show him how he got there is taken.

‘zzzzing!’ OW OW OWWW bright light! Oh fuck that’s bright, DAMN!! All I see is light and I can’t turn my head away from it, shutting my eyelids is one of the few things I can control, and that isn’t helping!

My vision is blurred and I can’t really work out where this light is coming from. It seems to be everywhere, but I’m hearing something too, the sound of someone tapping on a keyboard?

I can start focussing now, eyes adjusting to the light, I slowly I realise there is a screen projected right in front of my eyes, I’ve experienced these before of course, the goggles! TV goggles! Awesome bit of kit that makes it looks like a 60” high definition TV projected onto a wall but inside goggles that are only a few grammes and small enough to wear for a few hours, cool, what am I gonna be shown?

But what’s that text, it looks like an instant messenger dialogue. Huh? Why am I seeing this?

NTP88: love real heavy gear that can be really enforced for long periods

HEAVEN

James: yeah and definitely feel vulnerable in it, it has to go on before the leathers

NTP88: perfect

James: can't see, can't hear much (though i had earplugs in too) can't speak much and feel totally encased.

NTP88: really cant hear a thing.

strap it that bit tighter and its REAL punishing

lol

James: GRRR 

I remember this conversation, it wasn’t that long ago, had I met this guy?  Know it ended with us talking about hypnotism, total coverage and sensory depravation. I feel a bit relieved now, but how long did we talk for, I think we were chatting for a few hours, I definitely remember my cock aching to explode...

The screen fades out as the words are typed...

Ok next clue, what am I going to see next?  Oh crap that’s me, stood there motionless, staring into vacant space, totally naked.   Woof, I’m not as podgy as I thought, in fact a lot better looking than I’d previously been aware of, in fact is that me? I’m not that toned! I don’t have a six-pack or balls that hang quite so low!  Something weird is going on.

February 2010 20:30 the subject has been very responsive to workouts and is gaining peak physical condition and endurance, soon he will be ready for the next phase of his plan.

I don’t understand what happened, this is so confusing, in all this I’m not sure I remember where I am and what’s happened to me, then I bite down on that gag again and realise I’m someone’s plaything...maybe...ok I’m screwed!

Ok, here’s the next video coming up.

‘O.K Gimp!, you will now depilate yourself in front of the video camera, showing how you effectively remove ALL of your own body hair by clipper, wet razor and finally depilatory cream’

I watch in amazement as I see my very pert new body going about its business, like I wasn’t in control of it, with a very efficient ease and professional manner, after all I’d shaved myself before but I look so good doing it.

With all my hair trimmed by clippers I start shaving my skin and searching for stray hairs. Then, smothered in depilatory cream I stand there for 10 minutes with my arms spread out motionless, staring into space again when finally a huge gush of water falls from the heavens.  I can’t see the ceiling but I can only assume the whole ceiling is a showerhead, it’s like the chubby rain you only get in stylistic films where each drop is forced to perform a dance to its dying death.

Hairless and incredibly sexy, I still can’t quite get over the fact this mindless drone has my face, just a thought; they’ve done the face off surgery now, could this actually be someone else? And the rest of me is just laying in a garbage bin? 

Stupid folly, of course it’s me, I know those birthmarks and my tattoo on my right bicep....actually even that looks different, blacker, larger but somehow familiar but I can’t make out the detail.

Still motionless with his arms out, the Gimp awaits instruction when...

HOT DAMN! Two fully rubber clad men appear either side of me.  Instantly my cock responds but I feel it trapped, how on earth have I spent hours here and this is the first my cock has responded? Hmm

I can’t wait to see what is going to happen to, err, me?

‘Gimp, arms down’ one of the masked guys says. ‘Gimp, assist us by getting into these suits’

Damn! I look so out of it!  I didn’t need to be brainwashed to do that!  I’d gladly jump into a rubber suit, ah ha see toe-socks! I was right!! HA!

I watch myself as the two rubbermen get me geared up, gliding the smooth black rubber, which to me looks thick and molded to my shape too, if it’s not, the shape is amazingly tailored! I sooooo wanna touch my cock now, I must be leaking as much precum as I’m drooling out of my mouth!  Hmm I don’t feel like I’m drooling much though.

Wow this is like the most incredible video I’ve ever seen, to be totally covered from head to toe, bound and now watching myself getting geared up with two anonymous fit rubber guys is unbelievable!

That rubber suit has everything; I am loving this!  I can feel the rubber now as they pull it up me, the suit hugging my abs and my muscular arms as the sleeves are pulled up my arms, rubber gloves finishing them off, and the two rubber guys groping me and smoothing out the form fitting rubber on my fingers. They seem to be relishing fitting the rubber millimetre perfect to me and stretching it up my limbs, torso and soon, my head.

As the suit is pulled up and smoothed out, one of the rubbermen pulls the hood up and encases my smooth hairless head and smoothes it out with his own rubber gloved hands, caressing the rubber as he goes.  They must have some great lube as everything looks so smooth, slick and deeply black.

‘Okay Gimp, where is the plug you usually use?’ one of the men asks me and in return I point toward the camera.  The rubberman walks up to the camera and picks the plug up from what I can only assume be a table or shelf below the camera. He picks it up, examines it, then looks into the camera through the lenses of his gasmask and then picks up another plug and compares it to my old one.

I gasp as the new plug is not just a bit bigger, but possibly six sizes up from what I’m used to, I’m a newbie to assplay and that is gonna split me in two!  That rubberman is not going to stick that up my ass is he?

Sensing I’d ask myself that question the rubberman looks at my plug and shakes his head, then turns to the much larger one and nods his approvement and I hear an evil chuckle emanate from his respiratored lungs.

‘Gimp! Plug time!’ says the rubberman next to me and, without hesitation, I’m bent over the nearby support and my asshole is exposed.

Camera views are exchanged and I now see a closer view of my own arse being probed by lubricated, black rubber gloved fingers.  First one finger, then two, a third, now a fourth goes in where I usually struggle, his thumb gets hitched underneath and it looks like I’m opening up a lot further, he’s still pushing and his hand is starting to disappear up my behind, OH MY FUCKING GOD! HE’S FISTING ME!  No, no, I can’t believe this is me! How? no, I... I, my arse is starting to throb now, I’m fucking plugged with a huge buttplug the size of a pineapple (but thankfully not its texture) after being fisted!!!

Slowly he withdraws his hand, and still slick with lube he pushes it in again making the ‘me’ in the video groan and shiver.  Next, he withdraws again and grabs the plug with his other hand, pre-lubed he aims it at my sphincter, with my ass loose and ready it starts to enter me, slowly devouring the black globe of latex I can see my skin stretching to swallow it.  Past its widest part now greedily swallowing the intruder, I notice the panel on the underside of this gargantuan device of pleasure and pain.  Some buttons are pressed and leads plugged into it and fed to a small hole in the base of my suit.

Zipper pulled, my suit is again sealed, showing my rubber encased testicles hanging in front of the abdomen support.

My balls they looks so much bigger now too, and my cock encased in its rubber sheath looks rigid and is filling that sheath nicely, just how I’d always thought it should be.

‘Gimp, stand up’ I’m ordered and I immediately respond. ‘Gimp, will now assist with layer two’

I support myself whilst a leather suit is positioned onto my lower half, both rubbermen have erect cocks and are not touching themselves, like I’d thought they would.

I assist, but prevent myself from getting in their way, dressing my rubber clad, wrinkle free form with it next layer of tight, form fitting leather.

I can see now from my next camera angle that this suit is thick leather, lined with the same skin as the outside, so it’s doubly thick and restrictive, stretch panels are conspicuous by their absence, and this suit again seems to be tailored for me, my body shape and size.

One of the rubbermen gets on his knees and starts threading a lace down the inside of the legs, pulling tightly on the leather, closing it up on my leg pulling it tight and wrinkle free. Only my feet seem to be free to roam away from the delights of leather encapsulation.

But no sooner had I said this to myself, that tall 30 hole boots appear, rugged and well worn, broken in by some hot skinhead no doubt, stomping his way around clubs with subby bois chasing him round endlessly.

After my other leg is encased, the men work on fitting me into the boots which come up to my knees and look incredible with their white laces perfectly aligned and professionally tightened.

The rest of the leather suit, in one single heavy piece, is lifted up so I help my own rubber clad form into the sleeves and settle the suit perfectly on my shoulders. The suit is then noticeable for its form fitting nature and only possible to be laced up, enclosing my body tighter and tighter with every pull of the lacing. My arms, also encased in leather down to the wrists laced up to perfection, mirroring my rubber clad layer and restricting my movements visibly, even though my mind is clearly now trained to be precise and efficient in its movement.

Leather gloves are now being helped onto me by the rubbermen at the same time, grasping each hand and enveloping the rubber gloved hand on each side in a layer of leather. Finishing off the gloves is a lacing system on the gauntlet that again is smooth, but almost runs up to the elbow, preventing any possible overlap, the only bit of rubber now exposed is my rubber engorged penis and balls hanging proudly to attention this whole time, neatly encircled by a reinforced steel ring in the leather suit and my rubber hooded head.

Camera angle changes once more to a close up of my rubber encased head, I can pore over the detail on the hood and marvel at the fact it has no seams, it appears molded and with small, but perfectly formed, eyeholes, noseholes and mouthhole, it copies my facial features exactly, not allowing any overlap of rubber and skin besides the pink of my lips and my eyelids.

‘Gimp, mouth open’ I’m ordered, and almost before the word ‘open’ is verbalised, my mouth is gaping wide ready to accept the rubber gag being inserted, but what I see being forced past my teeth isn’t what I thought, a set of upper and lower gum shields with a hole for my tongue set in the middle and a tube going 6 inches INTO my mouth and 3 inches out, I can’t feel the tube going down my throat right now but I guess I could be in a different situation? Maybe I’m watching something that occurred last year? After all how long did it take me to get that fit?

I hear a rustle and the leather hood appears and is fitted to me, enveloping my head. My eyes unblinking stare into space as the hood is adjusted, tube poking from the hole at my mouth just big enough, this hood seems to be designed exactly for this purpose, eyeholes matching my rubber hood and nostril holes lining up perfectly.

Camera changes again and I see the back of my head being secured into the hood, again embraced by the feeling of leather I revel in how I’m being encased, tighter and tighter the laces are pulled, I can see the hood stretching out and fitting my skull millimetre perfect, with each edge of the leather enclosing my head coming to meet the other at it’s tightest most form fitting point and being secured with the lacing which seem to appear crafted to fit my skull perfectly like it was intended to be there always, knowing a rubber encased head was beneath.

Camera changes once more to a head-cam on one of the rubbermen, who seems to be threading the top of the suit to the collar of the hood.  Again I’m in awe at the amount of effort going into how I’m being treated! This is such a treat, why can’t I remember this happening?

With the lace threaded, the gaps are finally closed and my body enclosed in its final layer.

‘Next layer’ the rubbeman without the head-cam exclaims!

I’m shocked what layer could be next? Another of rubber, or perhaps rubberised lycra like the rainsuits? More leather? What?

Then I hear a bassy clunk of metal and the sound of castor wheels squeaking as a trolley filled with shiny body parts is wheeled in.

Another trolley, but this one being a flatbed is wheeled in too, now being viewed by the first camera, I can see my black motionless form standing in the middle of the room, part of me wants to see the end of this movie, another wants to say ‘RUN!’ and another wants to know what had happened to me, why it’s happened to me and who’s done it to me!

The flatbed trolley had one single tall box, cardboard from what I could see, but still very heavy judging from the amount of effort that rubberman pulling it expelled positioning it behind me.

The first rubberman orders ‘Gimp, assist us in applying your next layer’ and with that my restricted form waddles toward them and hefts the torso plate up and positions it over my own chest and abdomen.

The other rubberman lifts the back plate into position, and power tools are used to begin securing the two pieces together. Once all the bolts are seen to, the armour shell is able to stay on the body without assistance.

Ably assisted by the layer of rubber and leather my body can withstand the weight admirably, but if he was to bend over it would end up almost impossibly stranded on the floor.

The leg parts one and two have both limbs in one single piece, one front and one back.  This is when I realise that once again this layer seems to be made exactly to my size and shape! How is this possible? Ok the rubber I can understand, maybe I ordered it from a tailor made designer, the leather is a little harder to explain, but this suit of metal, this armour, though something my dreams are made of, isn’t cheap!

The hind half of the legs are stood up ready to accept me, and with one hand signal I back my way onto the rear half of the legs.   The sound of a winch clattering into life above makes it’s visual presence known, and is used in conjunction with leather straps to assist in positioning of the torso onto the legs.

Again, power tools are used to attach the legs to the torso when the front half is brought up.

Camera angle changes again and the first rubberman who brought the body parts in is now my window to my demise, with a head-cam showing greater close-up detail.

He shows an attachment within the crotch area of this suit, and to my horror it appears there is a long thin tube that would end up inside my bladder and made from stainless steel and rubber, with ribs running the length of the tube it looks like an instrument of torture and it’s in me right now!  With that thought somehow i’m getting more turned on by it and as my erection starts growing I can feel every ridge of that tube as my penis slides up it’s length growing with hornyness I feel desparate to orgasm.

My motionless body defys my rage having never tried sounding or catheterisation. The rubberman carefully lubes the tube, now detached from the front panel, and takes my rubberclad penis in his grasp.

He starts sliding the rubber tip of the catheter into the rubber sheath, and as it starts entering the meatus of my penis I hear the muffled groan I am so very familiar with emanating from the anonymous leather clad head perched atop a shiny metal chest, which from the rubberman’s viewpoint now exposes the detail crafted into the metal, the rippled musculature which I’m certain after seeing my body earlier may have been modelled on it.

Slowly, the intruder is allowed to enter me mercilessly and persistently creeping ever closer to its bulbous tip, groans escaping with every push of the metal tube. Groans of pain or moans of pleasure I’m not sure, but besides the fact I’m clearly brainwashed and encased in a layer of form fitting rubber, sealed from head to toe, then layered up in an almost identical leather suit, 30 hole boots, hooded, gagged and trapped inside a metal torso and flanked by two gorgeous rubbermen.  I am getting hard again thinking about this damn fine fantasy come true.

Once fully inserted, a syringe injects a saline solution down the catheter and the rubberman gently tugs the tube so it’s sat within the victim just right.

Bringing the front half of the legs closer, the same rubberman attaches some ballweights that hold my balls permanently stretched away from my body and the catheter is plugged into the internal attachment point.

Whilst all this has been going on, the other rubberman has been busy at work with a tube running into the crack of my arse, now it becomes clear that the huge plug inserted has functions that work with the outer suit too, such complete bondage!!

The front half is finally positioned tight over my legs and bolted into place.

Arm pieces too are brought up in time and are bolted into position, my body only too compliant when needed to wiggle or stretch into the right position and aid the two captors.

Both arms end in mitt shaped fists, keeping the hands compact and neatly useless.

Finally, the helmet is offered up in two pieces, firstly the rear, which cradles the double layered encased head I’m inside right now (I think), and it too is bolted into position, ready to accept its counterpart and finally seal my entire body in immovable metal.

The front part of the helmet is offered up and I see no eye openings or nose openings just a hole lined with a rubber grommet, just a tiny bit smaller than the tube projecting from my mouth.

Fitted over this tube and slid into position, my final piece of the kit is positioned onto my face and head, lining up with the rear part and the top of the chest plate, it looks like it allows very little movement whatsoever.

With every clunk of metal moving into place, with every bolt secured I feel the bondage, with every detail brought into my awareness in this video I feel it applied to my body.

The rubbermen stand back and marvel at their efforts and for the first time I see myself captured inside a cocoon of bright shiny metal crafted like a sculpture reminiscent of roman armour or a statue with a blank, featureless head and featureless hands, knowing what is inside unable to move, speak or even see what he wants.

The rubbermen pick their powertools up and begin tightening all the bolts and another groan is audible from the body as the metal later surrounding his encased torso shrinks a few millimetres more, ensuring the plug is firmly seated, the catheter is keeping his cock in position, slowly fucking him from the inside whenever he gets an erection, and the total coverage becoming a gasket between his skin and the metal layer retaining his physical presence.

The winch above springs into life and hauls the metal encased form off the ground and back toward the cardboard box.

Meanwhile, the second rubberman carefully cuts the tabs keeping the cardboard neat and the sides fall away to reveal a tall cabinet exactly the right size for my entombed form.

With a slot in the ceiling to allow the straps to assist with positioning, the metal body is secured inside the metal box with brackets to ensure its security.

This process seems an unfitting end to my encapsulation, as it was so quick and easy by comparison. A final check of fit and the tubes projecting at the crotch, ass and helmet are one by one hooked up to a box placed between the legs and secured there.

Door closed and the padlock in place, I now look like just another storage locker you’d find in a self storage depot.

With the click of the padlock, the cardboard box is then re-erected and taped shut. Now looking even more like just a parcel, I’m wheeled away and viewed on the CCTV  cameras to a new location.

I enjoy watching both rubbermen heave me along corridors and into a lift, their shiny bodies making the light dance across their surfaces as their muscled bodies rippled beneath. The lift opens again to reveal the rubbermen with their luscious slickly black hard bodies shifting me into the back of a van.

The movie starts fading out and I’m now left in darkness once more to ponder my fate.

'zzzzzing!’ I wake up again as I hadn’t realised I’d dozed off, how long was I in here for now? I haven’t a clue, some questions have been answered, but you know I’m still feeling comfortable, maybe there is another pervy movie to keep me entertained?

Bright light again fills the space in my head, again reminding me of the total control being inflicted.

I see myself again, with hair this time, looking slightly chubbier and relaxing with someone who looks vaguely familiar.

Yes that’s NTP88, um, Nathan, yes Nathan his name is, I’m certain of it.

I turn to the camera and begin a little speech.

‘I’ve decided to go for it, my lottery win will pay for my transformation and I have entrusted Nathan with everything, I trust him 100% to release me after 120 hours, and in return I will get the same items produced for him, being as much of a bondage piggy as me, this mutual agreement means only one thing, to sign this paper and agree to the terms of being prepared for encasement for  120 hours......’

Zzzzztztzttzzzzzzsssssss

I blink as this appeared to not end right, this tape has cut off? What’s going on?

‘Hi James I’m sure you’re about to be really pissed off right now, but I just decided to change the terms of our agreement!  Your hypnotism worked so well, you were susceptible to my suggestions right away, I guess that summer we spent together was all the trust you needed to let me in.  The video you just watched was indeed of you, two days ago, and yes you are really inside that really awesome suit we designed together, I was sooo jealous putting you into it, I thought you’d enjoy this.  I’m increasing your stay in there for a little while longer, the catheter is electrified as it that huge plug I shoved up your ass. And you’ll begin your multiple orgasm denial/milking sequence shortly after my video ends.

You’ll be breathing all sorts of exotic gases and receive stimulation in many ways, but coupled with long periods of sensory deprivation, I plan on making your mind truly mine, subservient to my wishes.  When I know you’re completely mine without hypnotic suggestion I might consider releasing you and letting your skin see the light of day again. The truth is I can sustain you in your captivity for a very long time, I’m not going to say how long ‘cos that will ruin the anticipation! HAHAHAHA but let’s say that it’s not going to be soon!

I have complete control of your body right now, there is nothing you can do or say about it.  Only when I have control of your mind will you truly be free.

The screen fades to black and the buzzing sound so constant in my head dies away and total silence fills my head.  I blink and now start to feel the processes shown to me on the video all taking their effect, the HUGE plug, the catheter, the metal suit over the leather suit, over the rubber suit, the gumshields and tube going down my throat, the total loss of all control!  The complete encapsulation over the entirety of my body preventing movement, I have no control, I am trapped without choice now, forced to BE an object of sexually frustrated desire bound tirelessly in my ultimate fantasy!

And with that, the vibration inside my arsehole begins and is joined by a tingle that runs down the inside of my cock driving me to the brink of orgasm!  Then....

Silence.....nothing......no buzzing, no vibration, no tingling, just the smell of leather.

First Ride of 2014

Well it's James' first ride anyway (Colin rides all year 'round - he's made of sterner stuff!) is somewhat of a tradition.  I look back through the folders of photos organised neatly into year and month and somewhere in the first quarter of the year is always a 'first decent ride of X year'.

Though today was a very nice ride and was a bit of a rollercoaster of emotions (more of a teacups ride than a 3g foot dangling scream-a-thon) we didn't get any photos of us out on the bikes.

The main function of today was to get Colin's bike through an MOT, the once yearly check-up to ensure standards are maintained.  The trouble with the UK and the MOT is that some garages can take advantage and suggest some things which need doing can either be a 'get it done and I'll pass you' or 'no that has to be done...it's a fail I'm afraid'.  So getting the test done by someone you trust is essential.

The good thing about the guy we trust is that we've been taking our bikes to him for the last five years now and the ride there was an excuse to get the leathers on and appear in public.

The ride this year was revolutionised by taking a short cut of all things but more on that later.

My bike needed a bit of work doing to make it safe, even though it isn't due an MOT until July I wanted to make sure it worked properly.  I'd heard that a 'tamer' cam on the throttle makes the throttle response much nicer on bikes that have a snatchy throttle.  This makes riding in corners much smoother and provides a boost to confidence.

Well a few weeks back I bought this 'tamer' but unfortunately I broken the throttle casing putting it back together.  I tried fixing the casing with an epoxy resin but it wasn't strong enough sadly, so Iwas forced to get the OEM part which included not just the casing, but the throttle tube and a grip too, at what was four times the price of the 'tamer' throttle.

The only pic was taken at the KTM dealer, where just inside the front door was this...

I had a bit of a drool, but Colin was on hand to drag me away before my heart took hold of the idea....just as well because the price tag is hefty for such a thing.

Anyway I took the bit I needed off the kit and kept the tamer tube on and carefully tightened it, job done.

I lubed the cables and took the slack out of them at the same time.  Meanwhile Colin was cursing about everything 'going wrong' but when I go to see if I can help he's already sorted it.

So with time ticking away we got into our leathers, I dusted off my Orange Tech 8 boots, Black Arai Astro-R Helmet with the ripsaw Mohawk and opted for summer gloves...my favourite Handroids.

The sun was out and after a little research on Google Maps I memorised a shortcut though I had planned to take the known (but boring and traffic strewn) route.  We had to get fuel first (I do love to stand in a queue in full gear being looked at!) and time was slipping away so I changed my mind at the last moment and we went for the shorter (by 2 miles) and quicker (by 10 minutes) shortcut.

It might seem an obvious choice but when you're a biker you tend to enjoy the ride so much that 9 times out of 10 you'd go for the longer route.

The shortcut was mostly familiar to begin with, but after 10 miles we had to turn off onto unfamiliarity and together with the poor road surface I was dreading Colin's opinion of my choice.

Not long afterwards the road changed and turned into open sweeping bends which seems untouched by heavy vehicles or poor weather, they were great, dry and very nicely cambered, the sort of roads I could easily go overboard on.....which I did for a short while but managed to reign my enthusiasm back in.

It was then that I realised the throttle input was like I had always wanted, almost intuitive and very confidence inspiring.  I posted to facebook that my bike scares me, but now it does it much more smoothly.  If you have a bike I'd suggest adjusting your cable slack and get rid of it, it'll make such a difference.

I'm not sure the 'tamer' throttle made any difference but perhaps it helped a bit.

Anyway, we made it to the MOT testing station in time and Colin's bike passed with flying colours, though the guy did notice a small dent in the ZX's front rim, something to get sorted later and we both really enjoyed the return journey.

So now we just have to make sure we get some great pictures on our next ride out....and I won't fill up that post with quite so many words :P

Ride safe perverts!

Story - Attack of the Clones

Chapter 1

Adam was a sports bike rider; he loved his bike and always wore the right gear when he went out for a ride.  His favourite suit was a by an Italian brand called Dainese.  This suit had twin zips to get into it and a third zip for convenience’s sake.

He owned a Big V-twin sports bike, a Honda VTR1000 SP-2; mostly white it was a classic HRC replica.

One fine summers day Adam decided he was going to go for a ride by himself on his SP-2 wearing his White T-age, white race boots, white gloves and a white Simpson Bandit helmet to complete his outfit.

Adam felt fantastic, empowered, as he looked at himself in the full-length mirror as he walked to his garage to get his crotch rocket out.

Adam’s neighbours were used to him now, they used to do double-takes when he walked outside wearing his kit, it’s not often you see someone walking around wearing protective kit from head to toe.

Now they know why he wears it, he has become less turned on by walking outside in his full one-piece leathers.

The SP-2 is a very loud throbbing V-twin race replica motorbike and when it’s started it always gets heads turning, especially with the aftermarket exhausts he had fitted recently.

Adam loved to ride around his local area, but for today he thought he’d go a bit further and try some roads mentioned last month in one of his bike magazines.

The day so far was perfect, Adam felt great, he and his bike were flowing and everything was right.


Chapter 2

James and Colin groped and grasped at each other’s leather clad bodies, both wearing their full sportbike kit and loving every second of it.

Both men were in love with each other and even wore the same style of leathers.  With Helmets, boots and gloves firmly on, they were both ready to go at a second’s notice.

James grabs Colin’s throbbing cock and rubs it up and down within its leather cocoon, Colin groans inside his helmet, blowing his breath onto the inside of his visor.

Both men enjoy each other’s embrace and hump each other against a nearby tree.  Their bikes tick as they cool down parked up nearby in the quiet side road they managed to find on their ride out that day.

Most days start with a ride to different places looking out for other leather-clad bikers.


Chapter 3

The sound of a powerful V-twin throbbing at speed in the distance gets James and Colin stopped in their tracks and zipped up ready to go.

Adam is unaware of the two perverts hidden away from view; both the two guys are ready for a chase, preying on the victim chosen to be Adam today.

The white Honda passes the turning James and Colin are riding down seconds before they reach the turning.  Using their local knowledge and advanced riding techniques the pervy pair catches up with Adam and stay just behind clearly visible in his mirrors.

Adam slows slightly as if to say ‘go on, overtake’ but they stay behind checking him out.  What they see is definitely good.  The Dainese T-age and co-ordinated gear is something that turns both guys on.  The black tinted visor staring back in the mirrors is another plus.

As Adam pulls up at a stop line and James pulls up on Adams left hand side and Colin on his right.  The picture becomes clear with James wearing a Black T-age, Adam in White and Colin in Black also.

Adam was in a Black T-age sandwich.  The sight he received took him off guard, as Colin and James shot off down the road.

Adams SP-2 spun its rear wheel up as he struggled to get the power down and follow the almost identically clad pervs that had just shot off down the road.

His rear wheel hooked up and he wheelied for a few metres and raced after the two Black leather clad bikers.

The chase carried on for another five miles and ended going towards an open area surrounded by high fences.

The gates glide open moments before the three bikes come into view and followed by Colin and James, Adam passes the gates trying to keep up with the pervy pair.

James pulls up in front of an aircraft hangar just to the side of a door and alongside a Ducati and a KTM.  Colin pulls up alongside some other Yamahas and a GSX-R100 Suzuki.  Both men get off their bikes and walk in Adams direction. 

Adam hesitates and thinks about turning around to leave but just as he passes James, James’ leather gloved hand hit’s Adam’s SP-2’s killswitch and simultaneously steadies Adam to prevent the loss of power knocking him off.

Colin pulls Adam off his bike and guides him towards the hangar.  Adam is stunned by what is happening, and before he realises, another two T-age clad bikers in full kit appear from the hanger and assist both Colin and James, restraining Adam and get him into the enclosed space of the hangar.

The doors glide to a close and Adam’s bike is secured outside with the others.


Chapter 4

Adam is forced to the ground, held down by four Dainese T-age clad bikers, rubbing him up and down his legs, arms and chest, turning him on and getting him horny.  It didn’t matter if Adam was gay, bi or straight, the fact he was with so many guys dressed the same as him, Adam was starting to enjoy himself.

Out of Adams view a vacuum bed is being wheeled beside the writhing group of perverts.

On the other side there are four other Black T-age clad guys playing with each other, some tied up with others teasing and making the restrained one groan and yelp in pleasure.

The yelp gets Adam’s attention and with this distraction, he is lifted and placed on the bed.

A discreet tube is tucked into the lining just inside Adam’s Helmet and the sheet of thick black rubber shoots across and covers Adam’s Leathered up body in its entirety.

After a moments of struggling and wondering what was happening, the air starts being sucked from the space he was in, at which point Adam starts to panic. 

First his right Leather Gloved hand gets stuck by the rubber then his left one and then the rest of his body is immobilised by the rubber sheet covering him and making escape now impossible.

Adam has never experienced anything like this and does not have a clue what is going on or why it is happening to him.  He guessed that the T-age suit must have something to do with it, but that was quite far from his mind at this moment as he thought he would be suffocated by the rubber enclosing him.

Adam was starting to panic at this point and would have started to go into shock if it wasn’t for the reassuring hands over him, rubbing his cock through the layers of rubber and leather, he started to relax and breathe more steadily.

The situation was getting better for Adam, he knew he could breathe ok, he wasn’t sure how but he knew he could.

The hands rubbing him up and down made him very aware of the situation he was in, the fact he was wearing his full bike gear, one-piece leathers, boots, gloves and a helmet encased inside a vacuum packed rubber envelope.

Adam started to really enjoy himself and his cock grew and started to throb inside his leathers.


Chapter 5

Outside the vac bed James and Colin had donned shoulder length black rubber gloves and squirted lube all over the rubber sheet covering Adam. 

It was amazing how similar the white T-age suit Adam was wearing looks identical to the black ones when it’s being worn inside the vac rack.  The layer of rubber accentuates details of the suit and every colour is turned black. The person inside writhing and trying to move but failing because of the unrelenting hold the rubber has on the victim.

Adam is unaware he is trying to grind his cock into the invisible force pressing against him and James and Colin both notice the motion and both men think it is time for Adam to realise his true path in life a pervert.

Stroking his cock, clearly visible inside the vac bed and T-age suit Colin rubs up and down making Adam groan and writhe even more.  James readies a powerful vibrator and prepares to touch Adams cockhead with the tip of the vibrator.

Adam inside the vacuum is off in another world of ecstasy, held immobile by the rubber and still wearing his full bike kit.  He really want s to shoot his load, like so many times that he had just stopped in a side road and wanked himself off while his bike throbbed between his legs.

Just as he was thinking back to these lonely perverted times, he felt a powerful vibration right between his legs that moved up to his cock and balls.

When the feeling reached his cock and balls he almost sprang out of the vac bed with ecstasy, the vibes went straight to his cock, and gave him a feeling like nothing else he had ever experienced. 

Within seconds Adam felt his juices rising and he was about to erupt when the vibes stopped.

With major frustration Adam almost wept inside his cocoon, but the rubbing started again, getting him closer to orgasm, tingles ran up and down his whole body making him feel every part of his body and how it was covered and protected by his kit.

For one moment he couldn’t breathe, he struggled for air and tried to breathe but every bit of air had gone from inside the rubber.  He knew he had to relax and hope the air returned.

It did to his relief, and after getting his breath back it stopped again.  Again it cam back and after three more times he started to like this control these guys had over him.

All this time his cock and balls were getting attention by the rubber and leather gloved hands of James and Colin.

The powerful vibrations started again, the rubbing, vibes and occasional lack of air really turned Adam on.  He didn’t want it to stop.

The tingles started running up and down his body even stronger now and he writhed and bucked as much as he could.  The rubbing, vibrations and breath control were getting too much, he was breathing heavily now.

The Vac bed was turned up a notch and the suction increased to really immobilise Adam, the attention on his cock didn’t stop and Adam finally exploded into his gear, he felt like he was Cumming and Cumming, he felt like it was never going to stop, he started to come down from the high and didn’t even realise the pressure from the vac bed had started to release it’s grip on him.


Chapter 6

Adam was in a haze of happiness and was relaxed and in a very compliant state as the rubber sheet that was covering him is lifted up.

Colin and James stand to one side as the sheet is lifted to reveal Adam lying on the bed now clad in an identical Black T-age to James and Colin’s suits.

His helmet, boots and Gloves are now black versions of the ones he was wearing before and Adam himself was now the same guy but with a perverted view on life, wishing for this amazing experience to happen to other guys.

The next thing James and Colin know he has grabbed Colin and pushed him against the wall.

A tense moment occurs but then Adam starts rubbing Colin’s crotch and deliberately turning him on.

“I love this!  Make me a part of your team!” Adam says through the black tinted visor of his now Black Simpson Helmet.

Colin nods and says, “ You already are mate!”


Chapter 7

The next day Adam and James are out scouting for new talent, having some fun in the discreet side road of the nearby wooded area.

The sound of a screaming Sportsbike in the distance gets their attention.

Both men clad identically shoot off leaving a third t-age clad biker tied to a tree, his bike parked up.  I guess he’ll have to wait for them to return.

Story - Biker Bondage

Marc was a motorcycle mechanic, working for a large manufacturer on development models for the next five years.  His reputation preceded him as an innovative and trustworthy individual.

The thing was, Marc is gay and also extremely perverted with a great imagination.  His real love was his own custom bike he had been working on at home. 

His job is a very large part of his life and takes up the majority of his time.  He is very much respected for his work and is always called upon to fix problems with the development prototypes.
His boyfriend on the other hand is a very quiet, almost nerdy individual that is into science fiction/fantasy novels, films and television, the sort of guy that dresses up to go to conventions, but the dressing up part is more a fetish than interest to him.

Paul also has a severely perverted side and has a penchant for mechanics too; studying the work of HR Geiger at college he appreciates organic forms morphing into the mechanical.

Marc calls upon Paul to help him with the more artistic side of things on the custom bike, and together they have created a two-wheeled machine that has taken all their efforts over the past three and a half years.

They live in a fairly remote part of the country as the factory is quite remote anyway, with their home not more than 20 miles away.  Marc likes the fact it’s not too close as it means he can be himself and it also gives the opportunity to get fully geared up for the ride into work each day on his company sportsbike.

Many a time Paul had wondered about the existence of life on other planets and his other studies into the paranormal had led him to some interesting theories.  He hypothesised that an alien race had already visited the earth, cloaked by a shields covering their being, but some had been discovered and the description of horrific monsters got into the scientific press.

The connection was made when the areas these sightings were made in were straddled by strange lights in the sky at either side of the sighting by no more than a week.

Local talk had spread to Paul about similar lights in the sky directly over their hometown, and Paul really wanted to take this opportunity to discover the greatest in mans history so far.

Marc had an unhealthy distain for Paul’s ‘imagination’ he called it and didn’t fully want to comprehend what Paul was so enthusiastic about.

Paul and Marc had almost finished the project bike which now looked like something from an Alien movie due to the influence of Paul’s style and sci-fi tastes.

All it needed was some appropriate gear for the lovers to wear whilst riding the beast. So a shopping trip was organised and the pair set off to the big city to a shop that deals in Rubber Motorbike kit and especially designed pieces for perverted guys into bikes. 

They decided to go for two-piece leathers with a race style cut and extra secure zips.  They also decided on getting some matching boots made to look extra chunky like motocross boots with straps down the side and some gloves with extra armour on the knuckles.

Paul had designed a Helmet to go with the bike and was a very similar design to one the shop stocked.  While Marc was distracted by some rubber Paul enquired if the Lids could be converted to accept his modifications.  He was assured that it could be done.

After two weeks of waiting the leathers, boots and gloves arrived with the surprise addition of two crash helmets with internal masks and tubes coming out of them.  Marc looked very confused, but soon had a raging hard on one he saw the inside of one of the lids.

The next day the bike was due back from the paint shop and the pair could go out for the first time to show off their joint creation.  To help pass their time, as it was sure to go slowly after almost four years of graft, they decided to have a rubber-bondage session.

Paul wore his full rubber suit with attached hood, gloves, and boots with additions to his crotch area to enable his cock, encased in a sheath to be locked away of played with, and a plug through the back of the suit into his arse.

Marc decided on matching Paul as closely as possible and wore his all in one rubber suit with attached gasmask hood, waders with sheath shorts beneath and a nice big buttplug up his arse too.

Marc tied Paul standing upright in the frame in their playroom first and made him squirm with joy over and over bringing him to the edge of orgasm then leaving his cock throbbing wanting to be touched for those few seconds more.

But Marc and Paul had been playing these sort of games for over five years now and Marc was getting ever better at reading Paul’s reactions to the point where he could stop wanking him and make the final explosive orgasm last for an absolute age!

Paul was as equally gifted as Marc and he didn’t dislike what was done to him one little bit, in fact he really enjoyed being pushed to the edge thinking he was going to cum each time only to be denied over and over again.

This feeling of denial only made him feel even more aware of his bondage and the rubber totally covering his body and filling his arse.

Marc decided to fill Paul’s mouth with a gag and chose a substantial cock shaped gag connected to a head harness muzzle.  Once fitted over his rubbered head, Paul was silenced.  A gasmask was then pulled over the lot and a tube connected to the intake.

Marc and Paul had a very well stocked playroom hidden under their house and that included a very sophisticated air supply to which poppers could be added via a computer control.

Marc connected this device to Paul and then went back to his captive’s cock and began to wrap it with rope, making Paul’s balls bulge with the large amount of spunk built up inside of them, he then wrapped the rope around his cock producing groans of ultimate pleasure from under the gasmask.

Marc pulled the rope slowly from Paul’s cock and began wanking him again, but decided that this time he wouldn’t stop.  Meanwhile Paul was in ecstasy feeling like he had already cum in his rubber and he felt like he wasn’t stopping for anything, the poppers pumped into his airway filling the gasmask and giving the feeling of the hood and gasmask shrinking around his head.  And with that Paul shot his load into his cock sheath, he swore he saw stars and beautiful lights.

Exhausted, Paul hung from the frame, and Marc began releasing his victim caressing his bound points with love and tenderness.

After Paul was fully released they both lay on the bed in the playroom refreshing themselves with a large cool drink, still in their full rubber suits.

Paul decided that Marc needed a nice long stint in the vacrac.  Marc agreed as it was something of a favourite of his.

After an hour or two of being sucked down Marc felt a strong vibration at his cockhead, and immediately knew that the torment was to begin.

Paul teased and tickled Marc for what seemed like hours to him, and finally he came with an almighty shot from his cock, feeling like the biggest jet of spunk he felt like it would have hit the headboard had he not been in the vacrac.

After an almost endless night of rubber pleasure, both guys were exhausted and were so tired they fell asleep in their rubber gear down in the secret playroom, in each others rubbery embrace they slept until dawn.

The day the bike was due back had come and both Marc and Paul were very keen to see their creation.  The last night had given them a renewed feeling for the perverted side of both their natures and the arrival of their labour of love today made both guys feel the best they have done ever.

Paul in a hazy dreamlike state was making breakfast daydreaming about how good he would look on the pillion seat in their new leathers behind his boyfriend dressed exactly the same as him.

Marc sat at the table and got up to make the tea as breakfast was almost ready, as he was in a dreamlike state like Paul….imagining the sight of the pair of them on the bike in full kit, he thought he saw a wave of distortion in the relatively dark side of  the kitchen.

Suddenly Marc felt very uneasy as he felt like someone or something was watching him.  Paul turned to see Marc looking quite pale and asked him “u o.k. babe?”

Marc being the less inventive or imaginative of the two dismissed this ‘wave’ and feeling as a figment of his imagination, maybe Paul’s stories of Aliens were getting to him.

With that, Marc made the tea, and just as he finished Paul put their breakfast on the table, they sat down and finished a full English breakfast as their usual was cereal, the hot bacon, eggs, sausages, beans, and toast went down well.

Paul took the plates and started the washing up, but it soon got forgotten as the van which contained the bike arrived beeping it’s horn.

Both Marc and Paul raced to the front door and while Marc accosted the driver, Paul opened the garage door.

The freshly airbrush painted bodywork gleamed in the sunlight even though it was mostly grey, black and silver.  Perfectly matching their leathers, boots, gloves and helmets, both guy knew the whole setup was almost too good to be true.

After the bike was delivered back the guys wheeled it into the garage away from prying eyes and proceeded to get ready for the maiden voyage.

Both Paul and Marc squeezed themselves into their new leathers, first the trousers with kneesliders, then the big chunky boots designed to fit around the kneesliders with big buckles and metal armour on the shins and around the foot in various places.  Next the Jacket gets put on over nothing as the lining is plush and the weather is fine, the jacket also connected to the trousers via full length zip.

Then the boys put their new matching helmets on, slipping their heads into the snug fitting interiors with the rubber face mask connected to the tubes exiting from the side fitting airtight to their mouth and nose areas.

Finally the gloves are secured and the gear is complete, both guys getting surges of excitement and they can’t control their gear fetishistic urges and decide to grope each other in their heavy padded, armoured kit covering every inch of their bodies.

Marc straddles the bikes and plugs his tube into the tank, which strikes him as odd, as firstly he didn’t put a nozzle on the tank, and secondly he didn’t think to connect the tube, he just did it.

Meanwhile Paul opens the garage door and Marc starts the bike up and shmoozes out of the garage. 

Paul closes the door behind him and sets the alarm to the house.  He turns to get on the pillion seat and sees his boyfriend wriggling his tightly leathered body on the riders seat adjusting his position.

For a moment Paul is lost and sees Marc and the bike as on being, with the colours and textures of the bike, the leathers, boots, gloves and helmet gelling perfectly with each other, then he remembers he is wearing the same and immediately gets horny.

He carefully strides the back of the bike, adjusts his position on the seat and places his feet on the footpegs.  He then takes the tube from his helmet and plugs it into the nozzle inbetween the two seats.  He realises as Marc did that this wasn’t there before and he also found it odd that he did it so naturally.

Marc raises the revs and the bike throbs beneath them both, he lets the clutch out and they move off.  A passer by, walking their dogs stops and gawps in amazement at the two-wheeled form leaving the vicinity.

As mark is riding he realises he is ina very comfortable position and his hands are very comfortable inside his new gloves, he realises that he cannot take his hands away from the controls, not only that, but his feet are stuck to the footpegs.  A panic starts to fill Marc’s head, as he knows that when he stops he won’t be able to put a foot down and his pride and joy will be ruined on the first outing.

They come up to the first set of lights on their journey and they turn green just as they get there.  At the second set of lights they stay on red, Marc downshifts and cruises to the lights but they stay red, he comes to a halt next to a car full of young guys.  A major embarrassment falling over and not being able to get off the bike, hell it would be bad enough to drop the bike.

The car full of lads look over to this form pulling up next to their car and they gasp as an arm on each side deploys to steady the bike as it halts.  All the occupants of the car stare at the two guys appearing to become one form with the bike itself.

The style of the bodywork and the colours and textures help this illusion, but in reality both Marc and Paul on the pillion seat are actually becoming part of their bike.

Both guys begin enjoying the feeling of bike bondage, their boots attached to the footpegs, Marc’s hands locked to the bars and Paul’s locked around Marc, rubbing his chest and crotch.

Unknown to them the seats underneath them were forming anal intruders which would pierce the leather suit they were both wearing and full both their arseholes only to expand and hold both guys firmly to the seats.  Both buttplugs begin to vibrate as they are connected directly to the frame os the bike and transmit the engines un-damped vibrations directly to their prostates.

Now both guys are locked in position they are under the bikes control completely.  The helmets shrink around their heads and begin to join underneath, meeting the top of the leather’s collar, which rises to meet the helmets only to join up and form one joined skin.

Other connections are being made at the zip connecting the jacket and trousers, and the boots on their feet, also the zip along the front becomes leather and the leather grows under the helmets to cover their heads inside the helmets forming tight hole-less hoods, blinding both passengers to their journey ahead.

Story - Community of Bondage

I was walking through London’s So-Ho area in the very early morning, I turned down a street to get to my boyfriend’s house.  As I was walking along a blue Yamaha R6 Standing alone in an alleyway distracted me, I decided to go and have a sneaky look at the bike.

 

Whilst I am ogling the R6 a door behind silently glides open.

I am violently yanked backwards landing several feet away in a dark corner; the hands that were on me have disappeared into the dark like some sort of hallucination.

All is dark as the door slams shut and the room rotates slowly.

A thin slither of light breaks the gloom from floor to ceiling and becomes wider as the moments pass, my eyes trying to search for detail in the piercingly bright light.

I look up to see the outlines of two, tall male figures.  The light flickers on in my room to reveal that the two figures in front of me are finely toned men in skin-tight rubber suits and gasmask hoods with shaded eyepieces. 

Absolutely no visible features to identify this pair, I feel scared for my life at why I was where I am right now, but I cant help noticing the growing bulge in my jeans.

As my reaction is noticed they come at me and grab my arms and pull me to a standing position.  A third Rubber-man appears from nowhere and removes my clothes to reveal my hairy assed body, which I had let get out of shape since my college days.  A cloth is forced over my nose and mouth and I pass out from the chloroform.

Then silence fills my headspace, complete emptiness within my head as a slowly feel myself drifting to the surface, and becoming aware of a throbbing pain.

I awaken to find myself in bondage.  My arms are painfully held behind my back and my hands are enclosed by something hard and immovable, which prevents very little movement within.

I have a ball gag, head harness strapped tightly over my head preventing any speech, and very little sound.

My ankles are in straps that are holding my feet off the ground, and I can feel a large intruder in my arse and the pain is where the throbbing came from. It feels as though all of my weight, is being held up by my wrists, my ankles and my arsehole, and I start thinking about what position I am in and become very vulnerable.

I cannot see as some sort of thick clingy hood is tight over my head and down my neck, very form fitting and it feels very close over my whole head.  My cock must be standing straight up by now as one of my secret desires is to be kidnapped and out of the know in a scene, but this is full on, the plug inside me feels bigger than any I had played with before, it hurt and felt like real torture.

As I begin to adjust to the situation I am in, I start to relax and wonder what will happen now that I am clearly awake.

I can feel a slight warmth to both sides and just as I was wondering what it was, the hood is pulled from my head in one, sudden motion.

I am in a dim room, full of similarly bound men, a quick guess would be 30ish, all perched on what could be termed a bondage stool which held every man very effectively.  I got so turned on seeing all these other men trussed up like me, knowing I looked the same.

The bondage stool appears to be a long bar which comes up from the floor and then seems to disappear up your ass, your hands are trapped in steel spheres, connected to the pole and your ankles in manacles.

I felt uncomfortable with the fact that I wasn’t alone, but at the same time, a little relieved that I wasn’t going to be the only one who was clearly going to get abused.  Safety in numbers makes sense if you’re a cow in a herd but if you cant move anywhere, let alone anything, the point gets lost as you are unable to make any decisions.

A stage lights up and the two 7ft Rubber-men stand on either end and the ‘Master’ is introduced by an anonymous voice on a tannoy system.

The Master walks on stage through a fog of dry ice and swaggers to the front of the stage.  I thought this man loves the theatrical side of things, either that or he loves himself, probably the latter, I thought to myself.

“I am your Master”, he states.  “This applies to all of you!” he said in an unrelenting tone.

“And everything else in this room is now my SLAVE!” his stern look across the captive crowd gave me the shivers.  He did act like he was in control, and I wasn’t going to argue due to the ball gag strapped in tight.

“The 30 of you on the floor will be prepared in a meticulous fashion, I have decided to entertain myself today by playing a game with all of my new toys” he jested.

“As you might have noticed, you are in bondage and there is no hope of escape…where you think you are, is not where you are!” our master walked the stage like a dictator telling his army off.

“And I seriously doubt that you will be able to see your homes ever again!  Think of this as a community…of bondage”

His words hit home when he said we’d never see our homes ever again.  I woke up, so to speak, and realised that this isn’t a fantasy come true but a reality which was happening right now. 

I began to struggle against my bonds with real vigour and ended up hurting my wrists even more and pushing the plug even further up my arse.

“Everything I need to use is automated with built in safety features so I wont lose any of you in the event of an emergency, we operate only during working hours and you will be unconscious for the remainder of the time” his words didn’t make me feel any better.

“Although you will wonder, time after time if they actually work, ha ha” Master said as an evil grin spread across his face.

“First will be a game of Russian roulette, the light above each of your heads will randomly turn on” his voice changed, and was now more like a game show host.

“The SLAVE under the light will be brought up onto the stage, that’s all I’m going to say for now, and for one of you, you wont get to find out, the rest of you will see your fate to be!” as he finished his well rehearsed talk the lighting system flashes all around to mark the Master’s exit for the time being.

The lights flash for what seems like a minute, and as the randomness slows down to indicate a stop, it flashes on me for a scarily long time and the guy I’m next to is lit up.

I see the fear in his eyes.  I relax in certain terms, well how relaxed can you be in this position?

The guy next to me moves away in a silent glide, as I notice he is on a track, which transports him up to the stage and in front of the master, and in view of the whole slave filled floor.

He is turned to face us.  The two 7 foot rubbermen walk up to him and whilst one removes the head harness the other puts contact lenses into his eyes and then he puts a catheter down into his cock.

The rubber-men move back to reveal his black eyes.  The slave is stunned into silence.

A clear tube moves down over the slave and the hiss of air was just detectable as the seals met.

The tube begins filling with a thick blue liquid which rises slowly from the floor.  Without any air-tubes the slave panics and struggles to free himself, without success.

After about 30 seconds of the liquid being well over the slave’s head, the level goes down and the slave is covered from top to toe in the thick blue goo.

The tube surrounding him rises to expose him to our environment again, as high-pressure water hoses rid the slave of the blue stuff, but to our shock he has no hair!

A mechanical machine then moves down over his head from above and appears to shrink around his head, holding his exhausted body in a vertical position.

His bondage stool falls away and all the slaves on the floor finally get to see how big the plug inside all of us actually is!

Like a large chrome triple headed instrument of torture.  That must have taken some work to get it into my virginal arsehole.

“The hair on this slave’s body has been removed by a ‘substance’, which I’m sure you’re all dying to know what it is but even I don’t know.  All I do know is that it removes hair, and it doesn’t grow back”  said the Master in a, ‘matter of fact’ sort of demeanour.

A tube is connected to the catheter and he is filled with more clear liquid, I can hear his groans from inside the massive solid helmet encasing his head.

A rubber suit is brought out and his now tired legs are forced into their new home.  The suit is pulled up his body, gripping his raw, super-clean skin.  The fit is extra tight and the two rubber-men struggle to get the suit up to his neck but it fits, contracting the boy’s body, as it just hangs from the machine his head is trapped inside of.

Pieces of armour are placed onto his limbs and torso and stuck into place, systematically encasing him in another toughened layer.

His Cock is pulled out of the suit and encased in another machine that seems to pull viscously on his cock and balls.  His genitals snap back out of the machine and they are perfectly covered in rubber with the catheter coming out of the end, the join to the rubber suit is now sealed.

The machine on his head hisses and expands to release him from his fixed bondage.  He falls to the floor and is picked up by the two tall rubber-men.

He is bent over a bar and another plug of similar size to the bondage stool is inserted into him.  A solid looking piece of armour is placed onto his crotch, holding his Penis, Testicles and Anus captive, the armour locks into position and it looks like there would be no chance of getting this chastity device off.

The next stage would make this even harder.  The slave is Lifted onto a metal chair, rather like an electric chair.  His already thickly gloved hands are pushed into Padded mitts and are locked in place.

The slave is strapped into the chair and the Master again gets up and says,

“You will all start off like this, but the more trust I have in you, the more freedom I give you when I’m not using you.  You will all sleep, eat and drink wearing these suits and I will decide where and when your outfit will change.  Last piece of skin to cover up is the head, and I want you all to pay close attention to this”.

A posture collar is fitted, which pushes his chin up, surrounds the slave’s neck and a tube is forced down the boy’s throat to the sound of his gagging.

More tubes are fed down the slave’s nostrils, probably his feeding tubes, A mouthpiece, which looks like a gum shield but with a top and bottom, is slid along the breathing tube and is inserted into the boy’s mouth, another tube from the gag is filled with liquid and the collar is removed.

The man on this stage who was once sitting next to me is looking at me, even though his eyes are black and depersonalised, is it pleasure or pain? Shock or despair?

“And the piece de resistance”  the master exclaims, holding up a forbidding looking hood, I see the slave whom I don’t know disappear into a form fitting rubber hood first, which is sealed at the neck to the rubber already covering his body.

 

Not really knowing him or his face, I wouldn’t know him if he bumped into me on the street tomorrow morning, strangely that wont be happening either as this fate is going to happen to me sooner or later……..

The realisation of what is happening is exciting me and scaring me in equal measure,  The second hood has multiple straps and lacing down the back but it also has a Gas mask front with shaded eyepieces and two locks are clicked shut at the back and wires at the side of the hood are tucked in.

NEXT ON THE STAGE IS>>>

And with that the lights on the stage faded to black and the lights above our heads started flashing once more.

As we all tried to guess where the light would stop, I secretly hoped that it would be me.  A fellow captive at the other end was next on the stage, panic was written all over his face as he knew what was in store for him, snot shooting from his nostrils as he tried to get enough oxygen into his lungs.

The Man was similarly built to me, quite chubby in the middle but about 6ft tall.  I tried to see more, in order to prepare myself for this impending ordeal, trying to notice anything I might have missed. 

Before long 3 more had been modified beyond recognition.  The lights faded once more and the lights flicked among us randomly and then started to slow.  I had not been lit up this time around which got my heart racing, the last 5 times it shone on me at least 4 or 5 times. 

click, click, c l i ck…

The light stops on me!

I have been selected, and I am pulled forward, floating along the ground I felt very anxious, nervous and eager all at the same time.  I begin to wonder if any of the other guys in this room all have the secret perversions I have?

I was moved to the centre of the stage and turned to face the crowd, all eyes are on me and I feel very exposed under the spotlight my sudden realisation that everyone could see my cock pointing skyward!

 

The two rubber-men stand either side of me and whilst one puts a drop of solution into my eyes the other removes the head harness holding the ball gag, the first then slides the shaded contact lenses directly over my eyeballs.

I discover I can see quite easily through the lenses, which are tucked, under my eyelids.

My Cock is already hard and after some lube is squirted into my piss-slit, the catheter is then inserted and I feel a balloon is inflated inside my bladder.  The rubber-men walk away as the transparent tube comes down around me.

I take a deep breath and the seals connect.  The blue goo starts to rise and it touches my toes first, as it envelops my feet I realise it is warm and quite pleasant.

The warm blue stuff rises up my legs and then my waist is covered.  It continues up my body and I let out my breath and take another before it passes my nostrils. 

In the silence I remember the goo stays above my head for about 30 seconds but it seems to take ages, I start to panic and struggle and I feel like I’m going to pass out. 

Then the level drops and I can breathe again.  The water hits me and is cold and hard to my raw, naked skin.  I didn’t feel any pain or even tingling but all of my body hair that I can see has gone, I can only assume my head is bare too, as the previous men’s bodies had been as hairless as I am.

I had forgotten the head machine was next because the last experience was unexpectedly intense.  The metal helmet moved down over my head, when my eyes focussed, I saw what appeared to be parts that would be going into my mouth. 

The helmet began to shut and the back pushed my head into the awaiting tubes and rubber clamps.  The pressure increased around my head and began to vibrate, massaging my vision of an image, which I couldn’t make out.   The vibrations stopped and I felt a prick at the side of my neck and I loose all feeling in my body.

My eyes are assaulted by images of men in bondage, rubber suits, leather from head to toe, arseholes filled with different sized intruders, getting faster and harder with every second.

I feel a coldness enter my insides but this is all I feel, I groan, as the coldness takes hold. 

After a few minutes the Machine enclosing my head hisses open, all the clamps release as one and my paralysed body falls to the floor.

I look at the transformation of my lower body and silently sigh.  I am picked up by the two rubber-men again and thrown over the bar to the left. 

A butt plug of huge dimensions is picked up and after some more lubrication, is forced into my awaiting hole.

My cock is fed into the last piece of body armour, which is connected to another hard panel to make a rigid crotch piece holding my cock downwards and the plug firmly into me but allowing me to urinate.

I am led over to the chair to which I am strapped down.  This was the part I was secretly looking forward to.  Directed back onto the seat I feel the blood rush to my cock.  My now black rubber gloved hands pushed into the padded fist mitts, which are then strapped shut and padlocked.

Anaesthetic spray is squirted down my throat and the neck brace is strapped into position.  A breathing tube is fed down my throat and the feeding tubes are pushed into my nasal cavity and down into my stomach.

The neck brace is removed, and I can feel the tubes invading my insides. 

Just before my most eagerly anticipated part the mouthpiece is slid up the breathing tube and pushed into my mouth.  The gag moulds to my teeth and forms a complete, and form fitting layer over my top and bottom rows of teeth.  My tongue slides into a cavity in the middle, and then I discover what the liquid does when it enters the gag. 

It fills the inside of the gag to make it fill every last gap in my mouth and it sucks my tongue even further into the cavity.

It feels as though it is going to go down my throat but it stops just before it makes me gag.

The final part of my transformation……

Out of sight of the audience one of the rubber men puts something into both of my ear holes that effectively deafens me to the outside world. I wasn’t expecting that!

The Rubber hood is a tight fit and my sensations are coming back to me that I can feel the rubber suit compressing my body and the butt plug filling my ass to a good effect.  This is enough of a distraction so that the next stage is less traumatic.

The Rubbermen force the hood down my head inch by inch and it is adjusted so I can see and the tubes are coming out of the right places.

The hood is then sealed at my neck with some sort of glue. I get the impression this suit was designed to stay on!

The second hood looks awesome, and as it was moved closer I began to get even more excited.

The hood was made of really thick rubber and had head straps inside the external hood.

The nose cup of the gasmask accepted the breathing tube and the feeding tubes were attached just before the mask was fixed to my face.

 

The head straps on the inside are pulled tight so as to seal my fate, and as one rubberman grasps my head on both sides, the other pulls the outer hood tightly back over my head, covering the first rubber hood and the gas mask straps.

The outer hood is zipped up and my world shrinks again as the laces are tightened at the back of my head.

A heavy metal collar is secured around my neck and fastened with allen bolts and locked with a key, which I notice goes into a box to my left.

The padlocks sealed my fate even though I was trapped inside unrelenting thick rubber.

The lights dimmed and whilst the lights flashed in front of me I am unstrapped and led blindly into another dark room.

 

Whilst the ‘game’ continued in the main room, I am forced into what could only be described as an upright coffin.  Straps unside this box go around my waist, thighs, chest, biceps, wrists, ankles, neck and forehead so I am completely imobilsed.

A flexible tube is then connected to my gasmask, and the tubes attached to other tubes inside the box.  Finally hands go between my legs and fiddle with the buttplug inside of me.

The door closes and I am in complete darkness.  I feel secure and incredibly horny, really wanting to grab my cock and pump it for all I’m worth but I have no hope of making myself cum.

All the layers I am wearing together with the bondage I have been forced into prevent any orgasm.

I can feel my breathing become laboured, and I have to consciously suck the air into my mask so that I can breath.  I feel warmth in my stomach and my ass starts to vibrate.  The buttplug is a vibrator too!

I really want to cum now! But I have no option but to stay where I am and take what is being done to me.  Covered in rubber from head to toe, with not a millimetre of me showing or even touch air, strapped in a box and being made to feel horny.   Was this heaven or hell I thought.  And how long is this going to last? 

My thoughts turned to my boyfriend and how he must be going out of his mind wondering where I am.  How I wished to be with him, to feel his arms around me.

Just as I thought this, a voice I recognised came through to me.  The earplugs had mini speakers in them, like a personal stereo.

“The state you are in, will last for eight hours each day.  You will grow accustomed to your predicament.  You are my slave and you will be rubbered FOREVER!”

The voice grew softer as he repeated the sentence.  I was his rubbered slave and I would do anything he wished.  I was becoming his property, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Forever in his bondage, rubber and held in a constantly horny state, and still I couldn’t quite place that voice in my massively altered state of physical and mental being.