By ty dehner

Lying on the bed in the rubber dry suit, hooded in rubber and in heavy iron shackles I just listened as I heard the garage door open, then close. Shortly after Jonas was standing over me. He had a heavy chain that is attached to the steel collar with a Master lock and tugged on it to get me off the bed. He smiled at me, “Oh you’re going to like what happens next boy.” He turned and led me down the hallway and into the garage.

Jonas had pulled his truck into my garage with the bed towards the door. He tugged on the chain and instructed me to climb into the back. I turned looking at him, questioning his order.

“Listen, you’re not in any real position to question anything I want you to do. You’re locked in that suit until I decide you will come out of it. So, get in the fucking truck bed on your back.”

He was sounding more forceful than he had in the past. He was right also as the steel on my limbs and the collar was going to keep me locked in the rubber. I was beginning to sweat as the garage was very hot as the desert sun was setting. I climbed, settling on my back. As I turned around, I could feel some of the sweat run over me and pooling under my back. Jonas climbed in after me, taking a small black bag he pulled out some heavy locks. Taking my hands, he pulled them away from my body and there were short chains attached to the truck bed. He pulled them tightly and secured my wrists to them, then did the same with my ankles. He lifted the tailgate and then pulled the chain on the steel collar to a hook in the tailgate that he locked.

“From this point on you don’t need to see what happens next. Enjoy the ride.”

Jonas took a roll of duct tape and places several strips over the eyes of the hood. I struggled a little but the chain and still wasn’t going to let me do much. I heard him move around a bit with his boots on the metal of the truck bed. Then he hopped out and soon he was getting into the truck and the garage door was opening. I later learned that he has put a cover over the bed so that his captive wouldn’t be seen. He pulled out of the garage and I heard the door close behind us.

It was Summer in the desert, so the sun was still up. As he drove, I hoped there would be a breeze, but with the cover over me there was no air circulation and I was sweating heavily into the rubber. It was a strange sensation moving while being encased in rubber and chained in place. I would slide a little during stops and starts but not too much as the chains kept me in place.

I had no idea of our destination, of course I had only my sense of feeling as he drove. For all I know he could be driving in circles and I wouldn’t know. Eventually we came to a stop and it lasted longer than normal. The engine was turned off and I listen through the rubber covering me ears to see if I could hear anything that would tell me where we were. With the tube in my mouth from the hood I was unable to speak. I also was sure that Jonas didn’t want me to be saying anything. I kept thinking that Jonas would come and release me, but he never did. Time passed and what I thought would be a few minutes had to be an hour or more. It was getting very hot in the gear I was locked in and I think he had parked in the sun on purpose. Even though I had been sweating like crazy I also had to pee. I had been holding it for a while but decide to let go when I could hold it no longer. It joined the piss from the other guy and was initially warm as it poured over my balls, pooling under my back.

This time alone was going on much longer that I expected. This is when I realized that I wasn’t going to be controlling the events in the next few hours. Jonas once mentioned that he thought of me as an object and here I was in the back of his truck.

I had lost any train of thought when I heard the truck door shut and the engine start. Off we were again to who knows where. He drove around for a long while and eventually came to a stop again. After hearing the truck door, I heard him remove the cover and he stepped into the bed as he booted feet thumped on the bed. He sat on me and asked how I was doing. I nodded that I was doing ok. He patted my chest and said he was glad.

“I really enjoyed my dinner knowing you were just a rubber object chained outside in my truck. To be honest with you I wish we had tight rubber to put you in but perhaps we can work on that for the future and a longer experience. I’m going to go in to see if they are ready for you. I parked in this shade this time, so you’ll be ok.”

He padded my face this time and climbed out of the bed. I don’t think he put the cover on and just left me exposed. It didn’t seem as hot so he must have parked in the shade to keep it cool for me. My throat was getting dry as I know I was filling this suit with lots of sweat. He had left the tape over my eyes so I was still blind.

Soon he returned and I could feel him release the locks and chains that held me in place. After releasing my wrists, I stretched them to get the feeling back. That was followed by my ankles. He unlocked the chain on the collar and helped me sit up and then slide out of the truck bed. As I stood the chain from the collar dangled loose as I was reminded how heavy the steel restraints were on my arms and legs.

Grabbing the collar chain, he tugged on it and I stared walking forward. The sweat and piss had moved down into my boots and I could hear them slosh was I walked. I was still blinded so it was difficult walking as I had to trust where he was going. Soon we had to be in a building as things felt much cooler and there was air conditioning.

I couldn’t hear much through the hood as he continues to lead me across a room, in a door and around a few corners. Eventually he had me sit on a small stool that was placed so I could lean against a wall. The steel cuffs on my ankles were secured on both sides of the small stool so that I wouldn’t be moving. The three other steel restrains were removed. I felt Jonas lift my arms and in short order he was sliding a heavy padded leather straitjacket on me. He wasn’t gentle fitting it on me, making it very snug and adding to the heat that was already surrounding me with the rubber I was in. The straitjacket was then secured to the wall with locks and straps. A harness was placed over the hood I was wearing that was secured so my head couldn’t move. I was very stationary and heavily secured. Also, I was in a rubber dry suit, rubber piss hood and leather straitjacket, blind to the outside world. I heard nothing, not even Jonas leaving. At least wherever I was wasn’t in the sun and was much cooler than I had been.

A while went by and soon Jonas was removing the tape from the eyes of the hood. He was smiling as he looked at me.

“You like your experience boy?”

I nodded in the affirmative.

“Sorry you’re gagged but that is how things worked out. Eventually I’ll let you speak but you don’t need too right now.”

I nodded again.

“I’m not sure what I want to do with you now. See you’re pretty well secured, as you can tell and that is because you are going to be centerpiece at tonight’s Fetish night here at the bar.”

I was totally surprised, and he smiled as he saw my eyes open wide and moaned in the gag. As I looked around, I could see that I was in the bar bathroom, between two urinals.

“The night is early, but you are here to promote Fetish night. I contacted the owners and they loved the idea of you being an object. They think you begged for this position. You’re gagged so you won’t be able to say any different.”

Jonas lifted is booted foot and placed it on my cock and balls through the rubber crotch of the suit.

“My dilemma is that I don’t know if I want you to see the guys that are going to use you as a urinal or not.”

He stepped harder on my balls and I moaned into the gag of the hood.

“I like the idea of a guy pissing in you as your balls are squeeze and you moaning unable to stop the piss from flowing. And you know eventually you’ll be letting lose with your own piss in that suit.”

He laughed. Then he held up the duct tape again.

“Yes boy, I’ve decided you’re an object, so you don’t need to know who uses you. And used you will be.”

With that he pulled the tape and covered the eyes again. Jonas tapped my cheek and rubbed my head and I heard his boots as he walks off.

 

To be continued …