By rts

I only began wearing rubber a couple of years ago, having no one to partner with I never had the “incentive” to remain in my catsuit for more than 12 hours, and that was an act of self control. Usually I find myself too horney after just a few hours to resist pounding off and then needing to get out of the rubber immediately after as I begin to feel more uncomfortable in the restrictiveness and sweat.

Well thanks to the internet I met a bud who offered me the opportunity to experience some extended rubber wearing time. As he lives some distance from me it took a few weeks until we could arrange to meet when I had plenty of free time.

He arrived at my place in his truck with a duffel bag full of gear which he promptly opened ordering me to strip. I complied and he proceeded to help me into this heavy industrial black rubber suit with attached boots, thick gloves and hood. My feet filled the boots comfortably and he help me pull the heavy rubber up my legs. This suit had a zipper that ran down the back of the hood all the way through the crotch. The suit was a snug fit and I had to struggle a bit getting my arms through the sleeves and my hands into the thick industrial gloves, next I had to work my head into the hood which fitted the contours of my face, the eye openings covered with plastic, two soft rubber tubes fit up into my nostrils, the mouth opening a thicker rubber which covered over my lips and front teeth. He then pulled the zipper closed down my back tightening the hood and suit to my body.

This felt fantastic, the heavyness of the suit, the closeness of the fit all over my body, the restrictiveness of the thick gloves, the increasing warmth of it as I heated up sealed inside of it. He then added a high thick rubber collar banded with steel to my neck, locking it closed forcing my head upright and then a six inch wide steel banded rubber belt snug around my waist also locked closed. He explained that it was now impossible for me to get out of the suit although I could still zip open the crotch if I could manage it with the thick gloves and that I would be left in it for the next week. I protested the restrictiveness of the training collar, he just laughed and told me to get use to it and follow him out to his truck.

He looked hot, shaved head, early thirties in the long sleeved tight rubber shirt, Levis and rubber riding boots he was wearing as he walked in front of me. We got in the truck, I was feeling selfconscious sitting there all rubbered up but fortunately it was getting dark now and soon I wouldn’t be too obvious to passing eyes. I ask Him where he was taking me as he helped me into the seat belt which I couldn’t manage with the thick gloves and the collar restricting my head movement. He pulled the belt tight and told me he had a remote cabin about two hours drive and started the truck. It was a hot and horney drive, as he kept the windows closed and the heater on even though it was a warm summer night. The last half hour was over a rutted dirt trail through the woods the truck bouncing around and the collar and waist belt digging into me me with every movement,

I was relieved when we arrived at a small cabin near midnight. I helped him carry his gear and some boxes of food inside, it felt good to be out of the truck and moving around although the weight of my suit was becomming more noticeable as I walked to the cabin. He lit some candles, told me to haul in some wood from the pile outside as he started a fire in the small stove. I agained complained about the restrictiveness of the collar, He looked at me, went over to his duffel bag grabbed something from it walked over to me turned me around and proceeded to strap a head harness with a ball gag on me.

My protests now just muffled grunts as he booted me outside toward the wood pile. My thick gloves prevented me from releasing the harness’s straps. I struggled to breathe through the nose tubes as I lifted and carried a few armloads back inside making several trips getting very hot and sweaty in that suit the plastic lenses covering my eyes fogging up, both enjoying it and aprehensive at the idea of a full week helpless inside this heavy gear wondering what he had in store for me. When I dropped the last armload on the floor he approached me carrying something I couldn’t make out through the fogged up lenses. then I heard the sound and smelled the rubber as he took each of my arms and slipped them into the sleeves of heavy straight jacket.

He pulled tight several straps down the back, crossed my confined arms in front of me and strapped them together behind me. He sat me in a chair and told me to cool off as he proceeded to cook us some food. I sat there soaked in my sweat, much hotter now with this straight jacket, my eyes stinging as the sweat ran down inside the hood, my boots feeling slimmy as they were slowly filling, saliva drooling from the ball gag in my mouth.When it was ready he removed my head harness gag and began to feed me spoonfulls of the stew he had cooked up. I had to take small bits of the food in order to get it through the hood’s mouth opening without choking. While we were eating he told me that he was going to leave me here alone in the cabin for the week enjoying all that time in my full rubber containment, no way for me to get out of the gear and nothing else to wear if I did, no place for me to go unless I tried to walk the miles back to the highway and faced that humilation, something that would be next to impossible to do anyway as the lenses in the hood would fog up from the effort and an additional restraint he would be locking on me in the morning would further restrict any movement through this rough country.

I would have enough food for the week, I would have to haul water from a spring a short hike from the cabin which he would be leading me to tommorrow.

Now as he sat across from me he pulled off his rubber riding boots, standing up he then dropped his Levis revealing the rubber cat suit he had been wearing all the time I had been thinking it was just a rubber shirt. His cock and balls were encased in a rubber sheath moulded to the suit. He pulled his tall boots back on, then a tight hood and gloves. He stood with his rubbered body shining in the candle light. He had one more supprise for me as he knelt down in front of me and slowly unzipped my crotch. My balls felt the coolness of the air. He grabbed them with one gloved hand and then carefully with the other he began to insert them into a metal container and then my slowly growing cock was rudely forced into a fitted tube and as I felt the container close tightly I heard the click of a lock. My cock was rammed up tight inside, no room for a full erection. When he released his grip the weight of the steel container pulled down on my balls, this further arroused me causing more pain to my confined cock.

He laughed and said “now you will really have a helpless week with this enforced chastity as it’s not coming off for seven days so you will just have to endure one hot sweaty rubber week with no release. You can still piss out of the drain hole in the cock tube but there is no way you can get it off without the key.”

He then closed my crotch zipper, stood up and embraced me tightly. Our rubbered bodies sweaking as we pressed together, we kissed, rubber hooded head against head, He pushed me to my knees and shoved his rubbered cock into my mouth, The rubber “lips” on my hood sealing tightly around the shaft as he pumped away. I was struggling to breathe through the nose tubes as his rubbered body pressed against my face, my engorged cock crushed inside the steel sheath. He came sealed inside his rubber sheath inside my mouth and wrapped his legs around me and rode me on to my back. We lay together on the floor breathing heavily for some time, both of us sweaty and hot in our gear. Him on top of me pressing me to the floor. I was hot and craving release but helpless to do anything about it and feeling pretty miserable in this heavy restrictive rubber, held helpless in the tight heavy straight jacket slimmy with my sweat, the damn collar holding my head stiffly.

After some time he stood up and told me to get up. I had to struggle to get to my feet handicapped by the straight jacket and stiff posture collar. He walked me over to the bed and ordered me to lay down on my back, He then climbed in and unzipped my crotch, lifting my legs he took his sheathed cock in one hand and with the other gloved hand he began working my bung hole with his lube covered fingers. This again was turning me on causing my poor contained cock further pain. He then took his cock and began to fuck me, entering slowly, I felt wildly helpless as he slowly pumped away, my legs held in the air by his shoulders, his mouth pressed against mine sucking each other’s breath as he climaxed inside me. When he finally pulled out and zipped closed my crotch I pleaded with him for the chance to cum, but he just told me to hang tight and enjoy the coming week. We spent the rest of the night sleeping there with him holding me tight smelling of sweaty rubber.

To be continued …