By R8080

The farmhouse was nestled at the end of a very long road. A collection of outbuildings surrounded the main building, a large two storey stone building. Perimeter lights kicked on as they approached, the heavy duty flood lights illuminating everything around the inner courtyard.

They pulled up alongside a tractor, the yellow and green shining brightly in the artificial sunlight, and Alex lost sight of the driver as he got out of the car. A few minutes later he returned, opening the passenger door and looking at Alex’s motionless form. Finally he ungagged Alex, letting the rubber wedge escape Alex’s lips with a wet plop.

“Have you learnt your lesson boy?”

“Yes sir,” Alex said.

“And if I let you out, will you do what I say?”

“Yes sir.”

The driver released the strap from around Alex’s chest and the seat, but left his hands secured in the two loops. As he helped Alex out of the car, Alex had his first proper look at the farmyard. The gate to the road looked sturdy and even from here Alex could make out the heavy padlock. But the fence to the side was low, Alex reckoned he could vault it and escape through the fields. How far was it back to the road, a mile? Maybe two?

The driver was waiting. If Alex ran he would soon find himself bogged down in the muddy fields. Not to mention the bright white coveralls would make him stand out in the floodlights.

“In,” the driver finally said, when he was quite sure Alex wasn’t going to run.

Alex entered the farmhouse and stopped, waiting next to a large oak table. The room was plain and utilitarian. Most of the ground floor was taken up by a single room, with a fire roaring along the main wall and a small kitchen in one corner. The table, a small sofa and recliner partitioned the rest of the room up into various areas.

The driver entered and began peeling his rubber coveralls down to his waist. The straps that he wore over the top fell to the flagstones. Underneath he wasn’t wearing anything, only his hard and well-used muscles showing. He tied the arms of the coveralls about his waist.

Alex, following the drivers’ lead, started to unzip his own coveralls as the heat of the fire was causing him to sweat even more. He had just managed to angle his still-restrained hands into position when the driver smacked him angrily in the face again.

“Are you dense boy?”

“No Sir.”

“Did I tell you to remove your clothes? Did I say you could strip naked in my presence like the little queer that you are?”

“No Sir.”

“I was going to feed you,” the driver said, looking at the kitchen area and causing Alex’s stomach to growl, “but now I don’t think you deserve even that.”

“Please Sir,” Alex said, hating the whining tone of his own voice. “I promise I won’t act like a queer.”

The driver looked Alex up and down.

“How can I be sure of that? How do I know you won’t get ideas in your head during the night about putting your seed inside of me?”

“I’m not like that Sir.”

“No?”

“No Sir. I… I’m a receiver Sir. A sub.”

The driver laughed and Alex hung his head in shame.

“I know what you are boy,” the driver said, still laughing. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. Twink like you, out in his skins. Heck, the moment I gave you those coveralls I knew you were a closeted rubberboi.”

The driver stepped closer and Alex flinched at his touch over the rubber overalls.

“You be a good boy and I’ll see you’re fed and watered and returned home. And maybe you’ll enjoy yourself in the process. Are you going to be a good boi for me?”

Alex nodded. The driver slowly released Alex from the original chest strap, letting the boi’s hands return to his sides. As the hood was pulled back Alex felt the heat from his body escape in a rush and let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh don’t get too comfy boi,” the driver said.

The coveralls were unzipped and pulled down to Alex’s feet. His cycling skinsuit, previously wet from the rain, was now soaked with his own sweat. The coveralls piled up around his feet.

Stepping behind Alex, the driver placed a meaty hand between Alex’s legs, cupping his padded bulge, and lifted him bodily out of the coveralls and the wellies. Alex felt like putty in the mans hands. The driver didn’t set Alex down, instead he hoisted Alex over his shoulder and began heading upstairs.

They passed a tiled wet room, and a large master bedroom with an even larger four posted bed, before the driver used his foot to open the door to the last room off of the hallway. He dropped Alex onto a padded table and left without a word.

Alex picked himself up and looked around, feeling like a kid at Christmas, as he took in the sights. Whips, paddles, hoods, instruments Alex had only seen in the catalogues of the more specialist online stores lined the walls. Quietly opening a set of mirrored cupboards he found suits and clothes more numerous than he could count hanging up, waiting to be used.

Alex closed the cupboard doors and had a shock as he saw the driver standing there in the reflection. He had changed, wearing leather breeches and a sleeveless rubber top. Knee high boots made of polished rubber matched the rubber gauntlets covering his arms up to his elbows.

Alex stood like a deer, frozen in the headlights, as the driver walked up to him.

“You will call me Sir or Master, boi. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Alex said and the words felt so good coming out of his mouth.

“Strip.”

Alex pulled his skinsuit off and let it pile up on the floor. He was completely naked, his growing cock hidden beneath his hands, but his rubber master knocked his hands apart and gripped his balls in a tight fist.

Alex groaned in pain and tried to pull back, but his master just gripped harder.

“These are mine boi. To do with as I please. While you are in my house you will only wear what I tell you to wear and you will only do what I tell you to do.”

“I understand.” The grip tightened on his balls. “Sir.”

The master opened one of the cupboards and began hunting through for something.

“I can’t trust you yet,” the master said, talking to himself. “You’re like a puppy. You need to be trained. Isn’t that right boi?”

“Yes Sir,” Alex said, hanging his head.

“Yes Sir, what?”

“Yes Sir, I need to be trained.”

The suit the master returned with was all black but looked far too small. The arms and legs weren’t nearly long enough for Alex’s own and he became worried.

“Get up,” the master said, tapping the table.

Alex knelt on the table and watched his master lay out the rubber suit beneath him. The master guided a knee into the first leg and pulled the rubber sleeve up until Alex’s ankle was against his ass. He repeated the process with his other leg and Alex was now unable to stand up. There was padding in the knees and Alex shifted until the rubber sat well.

The master began tugging the rubber along Alex’s chest. Soon it reached his shoulders. Taking a hand, the master folded each of Alex’s arms and similarly put them in the suit. Running the zip along his back, Alex was completely secured in the rubber, confined to all fours.

Alex felt his masters hand run down his rubber covered back, stroking his new flesh, before it pressed down on his rubber ass and he sat like a dog.

His master stood before him but Alex’s gaze was focused on the heavy leather collar in the mans hands. It was thick and had several chrome rings set in to it. The master held it up.

“Boi, when I put this on you, it will signify the beginning of your training.”

Alex looked into His eyes and knew he meant every word.

“I will be hard on you because that is what a rubberboi needs. You will learn to obey My commands and do what I tell you to do.”

Alex was nodding his head. He knew he needed it. He knew he would do anything his Master told him just so he could please a real Man.

“Please Sir,” Alex said, licking his dry lips, “make me your rubberboi.”

The collar locked into place with a heavy click and Alex kissed his Masters gloved hand. His Master lifted him gently from the table, attached a leash to the collar, and lead him towards his new life.

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