By bndwolf80

Matt had said it, and he was right: I was fucked.

I was tied up, tighly packed in neoprene, a plug pulsing inside me, and my cock straining and leaking in its cage. Trapped in the back of his van while he went about his day. My head covered in his sweaty gym  gear.  And yet, had there been no hood (or muzzle) you would have seen a contented smile on my face. His scent on his gear was intoxicating. I was trapped, but secure. Safe. And at constant maximum horniness.

Things were never boring, though. As the afternoon went on, Matt would switch up the program running the plug. He seemed to prefer strong pulses or cascades while he was driving, and low, gentle waves while he was at a house working. I always froze when I heard him open the rear of the van to get his gear or pack it back away, sometimes while chatting with his client. I was terrified of them finding me and getting Matt in trouble. (Don’t worry about me, I’m VERY happy where I am, thank you very much. Just don’t take away this beef stud of a man that I met only a few hours ago and who now had total control over me!)

After a couple of houses the rear door opened and I froze as before, but this time I was surprised when I felt someone sit on my waist, on top of my cage.

“Hey boy, just come to check on ya,” said Matt. I moaned happily and thrust my caged cock into him.

He laughed, and rustled the gym clothes covering my head. His musk returned to my nostrils, strong as before.

“You sure you’re okay, boy? I can let you out if you want.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. I thrust harder in response, growling from pleasure.

“Okay, okay, okay. Calm down. We can’t have you blowing a load in your cage. Not before your month is up.” I settled, reluctantly.

He leaned over, lying on top of me, his voice coming from right next to my ear. “You are a hot little package, though, you know that?” I could feel his dick, hard against me, as he started slowly grinding on my neoprene covered body. “Oh the things I want to do to you.” He nuzzled my neck. A wave of sparks flashed across my body. Matching the gentle waves of pleasure buzzing in my hole. “And you want it to, don’t you?” Oh fuck yes.

He increased his pace, his dick now hard as steel. I wanted him inside me so fucking much. I squeezed the plug, imagining it was him. “You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, won’t you?” He bit my neck softly. “Won’t you?”

“Mmmmmmmph” I tried to agree.

“Good boy,” he said, pushing himself back up to sitting on my caged cock. I started thrusting again, imagining fucking his hot arse. Probably fuzzy. Probably just as lickable as I imagined his armpits to be.

He’s moaning now, riding my neoprene bump. “Squirm for me boy. Show me how much you love being sacked and trapped.” I eagerly oblige, as best I can in the 4-point restraints. “Show me how thankful you are for what I did to you.” I thrust my hips as hard as I can, squeezing the plug deep in my arse. “Show me what a good boy you can be.” I writhe and hump in horny overload. I want this man. Want him more than oxygen. Want him in me. Want to be in him. I need it.

“F-fuck. Yes. Yes.” he cries, and I feel dull splashes on my chest, my neck, my hooded face. His hot cum covering me. Covering my thick neoprene skin.

“Aahhh. Thanks boy.” I give several more thrusts in his direction, but he stands up and leaves me humping thin air. After a second I feel one of the clothes lift off my head, then be used to wipe me down. Wiping up his tasty mess. “Shame to waste this,” I hear him say as he brushes away all other clothes covering me then drapes the single piece across my face. It’s his cum rag. And it’s soaked strong. And I love it.

I moan happily, and mmpphh out a ‘thank you’.

“You’re welcome, boy. Now you stay there. I have one more place to do today and then we can have some proper fun.”

The rest of the afternoon followed much the same as the hours before. Me still trapped in the back of his van. Sacked, hooded and muzzled for 3 hours now. Plugged for 6. Caged for 22 (and a half!) days. He keeps up the cycle of soft / intense vibration in my arse. And I keep humping the empty space occassionally, my imagination working overdrive. My senses overwhelmed by the smell of his seed. Wanting desparately to taste it. So close. So out of reach.

While attending to his last client, he happens to be in the back of the van when I hear his phone ring. He chats for a few minutes, boring work stuff, but I notice him getting more frustrated as the call goes on. “Well shit,” he says, after hanging up. “Plans have changed.”

A taps me to get my attention. I drag my horny mind to the present and listen. “Quick question. Answer honestly. Do you have to be home tonight?”

This has me intrigued. I shake my head no. I was probably just going to watch porn, or read more horny stories.

“Excellent. Stay there. I’m almost done.” Like I could go anywhere!

He finished up his last job, packed away his gear, and took off. We drove for 30-60 mins, then parked. (It’s hard keeping track of the exact time when you’re blind, trapped, and constantly distracted by a vibrating plug!) He came back into the rear of the van and immediately started untying me. He left the belt around my waist and lower arms, but the binds keeping me trapped in the middle of the floor where quickly removed.

“C’mon,” he said as he dragged me towards the rear door. He got my feet on the outside ground before picking me up over his shoulder again in one swift move. He carried me some distance, my feet occassionally hitting a wall. We were inside, I assumed, but I had no idea where. And nor did anyone else, I suddenly realised. My gut lurched at that idea, but I tried to stay calm and enjoy my predicament.

“Hi dog, I’m home,” he called.

“Woof!” came a reply from a short distance away. Interesting.

Matt carefully dropped me down onto a couch sitting up, then pushed my head down and unbuckled the muzzle. It was good to get it off. My head was still trapped in the hood, but the lessened contriction was a relief. He removed the mouth, then eye covers from the hood, and I finally got to take in my surroundings.

Matt stood in front of me. Just as perfect as I remembered from hours before. We were in a living room. Nothing fancy. But nothing shabby, either. And across the room, sitting on the floor, covered in shiny black, was Matt’s dog.

“C’mon dog, don’t be shy. Say hello to our guest,” said Matt, and the guy in black crawled on his hands and knees over to me. Not hands. Mitts. And as he started sniffing my sacked feet I got a better look at him. Covered in a neck to toe black rubber catsuit. Leather D-ring collar around his neck. Mitts on his hands, padlocks jingling on each of them. And a third padlock on the back of his collar. He was average build, but still looked damn fine in his rubber.

“Greg, this is Dave. My partner, and doggy companion.” he ruffled Dave’s hair affectionately. Dave gave a happy “woof” in greeting. “Dave, this is Greg. Our guest for the evening.” I woofed back. Dave took this as some sign, for he grinned then jumped up onto the couch, straddling me, and licked my neoprene-covered cheek.

“Good dog, but off the furniture,” said Matt, and Dave jumped back down and sat at heel beside his owner. Damn, these two were a hot pair. Matt, with his tall beefy frame and dominating attitude. Dave, with his comfortable submissiveness and absolutely excellent outfit.

“Unfortunately, though, I have to go right back out. Late call.” Matt turned to his partner. “Dave, can you please entertain Greg until I’m back.” Dave nodded and offered his paws to Matt, who pulled out his key ring, unlocked the padlocks, and helped him out of the mitts. He had rubber gloves on underneath them. Nice touch.

Dave stood up, no longer in dog-mode, but still hot as fuck in his catsuit and collar. “Sure, Boss. How long you going to be?” he asked.

“Not sure. Couple hours probably.”

“Ok, no worries.” Dave lifted himself onto tip-toe to give his partner a kiss. Matt grabbed him by the butt with two hands, drew him in and returned the affection with gusto. Poor little me over here on the couch could do nothing by watch and strain my cock in its cage, hoping I could join in.

They went at it for ages. Matt all but lifting his partner off the floor by his butt. Pulling Dave into him. Their mouths locked together. Eventually they pulled apart. “Gotta run,” Matt said and headed out the room. Before he got to the door, however, he stopped, “Whoops, almost forgot.” He pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and turned the buzzing plug off. Finally! He then put the phone and my keys on the side table and left. His van started up and drove away shortly after.

“You look really hot sacked up like that, dude.” said Dave. I turned back to him and he was standing in front of me, rubbery hands on rubbery hips, smirking at my predicament.

“Thanks mate,” I replied, “but how can anything compare to that hot-as-fuck suit you’re wearing?”

“This old thing?” He rubbed his gloved hand over his smooth black covered torso. “This is just my regular day suit. You should see the other cool shit I have. Why, you into rubber, too?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “but a hood and jock have been the extent of it so far. Catsuit’s on the list of future purchases.”

“Well now,” he smiled wider, “I reckon I might be able to help with that.” I had a spark of excitement. Was this hot rubber guy really going to let me try a catsuit for the first time? One of HIS catsuits? Oh fuck, I wish it was the one he was currently wearing. The idea of sliding into his warm, sweaty suit got me straining in my cage again.

“C’mon,” he said, “let’s get you out of that so we can have a bite to eat and then have some fun.”

I hesitated. “Uh, Matt won’t be pissed you released me, will he?”

“Nah. Besides.” Evil grin. “I’m in charge when he’s not around.”

Dave jumped back onto the couch, straddling me again, and started untying the rope that was cinching the sack closed. He was working methodically, absent-mindedly grinding his butt into my crotch, when he asked, “Your cock locked, too?”

“Yeah, self-locked for Locktober. Are you doing it, too?”

He laughed. “Sort of. Matt actually prefers me locked when we’re not playing. It’s been about a month since I last blew a load, but the cage is a pretty constant companion.” He got another evil grin on his face as he looked over to my keys. “And the key to your cage is…?”

“Still beside my bed back home, I expect.”

Dave’s grin dropped momentarily, “No matter.” He unsnapped the sack’s collar and unzipped me quickly. He stood me up, removed the belt still around my waist and arms, then helped me out of the sack fully. The sack was soaked from my sweat, and I also noticed quite a large stain of pre-cum from the horny afternoon I’d had. I unzipped the hood, and pulled that off too.

Dave dumped the sack on the ground, then pulled me close into a bear hug, taking a big sniff of my sweaty, neoprene scented neck. I did the same with his rubber covered one. Damn that smell was intoxicating. I hugged him tighter, wanting to feel his rubber all over my naked body. He took another deep sniff, then growled and bit my neck. I growled and bit him back. That snapped him out of it, though. He pushed me back, “Okay, okay. Gotta calm down.” He took a breath. I noticed a huge, vaguely cage-shaped bulge at his crotch. “Right, I’ll go organise some food. Bathroom’s 2 doors down, on the left,” he pointed down the hallway, “Help yourself to a towel if you want to have a quick shower.” He grinned. “But don’t feel that you have to.”

“Woof! Thanks” I replied and headed down the hall.

First thing I did was pee. For like an hour. I tossed up whether to keep the plug in or remove it, but ultimately decided that 8+ hours was enough. And it was getting a bit uncomfortable, anyway. While cleaning it up and looking around for tissues to dry it I got a better look at the bathroom. Or more specifically, the extra kink things that I’d missed initially. There were chains around the base of the toilet. Rubber cuffs hanging from the shower head. Four suction-based D-rings stuck to the edges of the bath. And hanging over the shower curtain rod, a black funnel attached to a harness gag. So, one of these guys was into piss play? Hot. Not that I’d join them, though. Piss play both turned me on and grossed me out in equal measures. Best left to watching on video, that one.

I finished in the bathroom, leaving the plug next to the sink, and joined Dave in the kitchen. We nibbled on some left-over roast chicken as we talked.

“So, are you Matt’s 24/7 dog?” I asked him.

He chuckled. “Oh no, I have a day job. At a regular office. But I finish an hour before he does, so always get suited up and down on all fours before he gets home.”

“But your mitts were locked on, weren’t they?”

“Yeah, I did that.”

“Really? By yourself? I just assumed Matt locked them on you before he left this morning.”

He chuckled again. “It’s really not that hard when your mouth is free. He does carry the only key on his keyring, though. So I’m trapped in them until he gets home.

My cock lurched. “Woof!”

“Woof.” he agreed. “And your sack?” he asked, “Do you have someone to zip you up regularly?”

“Used to,” I replied, “not for a few months now, though.” He nodded in understanding. “I used to do something similar to you with your mitts, though.”

“Mmm?” he questioned.

“I’d zip myself in when I went to bed, and he’d come and let me out a few hours later when he was ready to crash for the night.”

“What? Bullshit. How could you zip the… Ohhh, without using the sleeves.”

“Nah, arms in sleeves, too.”

“How is that even possible?” he asked, incredulously.

“Shoe lace tied to the zip pull.” I grinned, a little proud of myself as I explained. “Feet in, pull up to above the waist. One arm down the sleeve and over the shoulder. Put shoe lace in mouth. Other arm down the sleeve and shrug the sack over other shoulder. Pull zip up with shoe lace. Fall onto bed and squirm around, trapped.”

“Wow, nice!” He considered something for a second. “Maybe I could get a sack, too.”

“You don’t have one?”

“Not yet. Been eyeing several online, but hard to decide which to get. Rubber? Leather?” He motioned to the living room, “Neoprene?”

I smiled. “You’re welcome to try mine anytime. We’re same height and about the same build. Should fit you fine. It’s a bit ‘used’ right now, though,” I joked.

“Oh, ‘used’ is a nice bonus, don’t worry.” He grabbed my arm. “Thanks mate. I may just take you up on that. But first…” He stood up. “I’ve got a rubber collection to show you!” And he pulled me out of the kitchen and into one of the bedrooms.

Which turned out to be their playroom. There was a single bed in the corner. With rubber covered mattress and pillow. Metal frame. Lots of potential bondage points. At the foot of the bed was a cage. Black steel bars. Very solid. The door had an integrated head stock. Across the room was a free-standing sling frame. Next to a tall black wooden dresser, with several drawers that begged to be explored.

Dave however, led me to the built-in cupboard. He slid open the left side and the strong smell of rubber hit me. Half the space was taken up by hanging rubber items. There was so many I had trouble taking in the specifics. All that registered was a sea of latex. Mostly black, but various colours mixed in. Next to that was shelves of gear. Gags, hoods, straps, boots, more latex items.

“W-wow” was all I managed to get out.

“I know right!” he replied, cheekily.

He dove into the shelves and handed me something small and rubbery. “Here, put this on first.”

It was a rubber jock, and I quickly pulled it on, over my cage.

“That’ll prevent your cage damaging this…” and he had pulled out a hanging black rubber full catsuit. My jaw dropped. I think I even drooled a little. “This is my old day suit. Shoulder entry. Crotch zip. Wore it regularly for about a year before I got this one.” He tapped his rubber covered chest. “But it’s still good and should be just your size.”

He grabbed a small bottle of lube, put the suit on the bed, and came over to me, where I was still standing stunned in the middle of the room.

“Stand still,” he said and he started covering my whole body in silicone lube. His rubber hands running across my skin were giving me chills. His hot, rubber clad body so near mine was making my cock swell. He spent extra time at my butt. Making sure my crack was fully coated. And then rubbing it in some more. And then pressing a sneaky finger into my hole. Still loosened from the all-day plugging it slipped in easily and I moaned in pleasure. He dived in with a second finger and I moaned louder. Then he pulled out suddenly and finished rubbing me down.

He grabbed the suit, unzipped the shoulders, and brought it over. “Okay, feet in first.” He held the suit open and my feet slid in smoothly and out the ends. He pulled the suit up my legs to my waist. “Here, hold this up,” he said, and I grabbed the bulk from him. He then went down and rubbed both hands up my legs, from ankle to crotch, smoothing the suit out and making sure it was sitting just right. And then he went and did it a second time. Just for the hell of it, I think. Not that I was complaining.

He helped me pull the suit up to my chest, then guided each arm down their sleeves. Again, rubbing from wrist to armpit. And from waist to armpit. Now this is how massages should be done! Rubber covered, both parties. He did one final ankle to armpit rub, both sides, and then zipped the shoulders up to my neck.

“How’s it feel?” he asked. I was in heaven. Warm, but comfortable. My body was being hugged all over.

“Woof,” was all I managed.

“Excellent. You definitely look hot in it, but there’s just a few more touches needed.” He went back over to the cupboard and returned with more latex. “Give me your hand,” and he held open a long black rubber glove which I happily reached into. He settled that up my arm, smoothing it out, then did the same with the other hand.

“Good, now sit on the bed.” I did and he helped me pull on long rubber socks. Again, smoothing them out up my legs. I was now totally covered neck to toe. I wiggled my foot, stretched my arms, felt my smooth rubber skin. But he wasn’t finished. “Last piece,” he said, holding up a rubber hood. Full coverage? Fuck yeah! And my cock agreed. He helped me pull it onto my head. It was one piece, no zip. Pin prick eyes, nose holes, and open mouth.

He stepped back and looked me over. I rubbed my hands over my hand, sucked my rubber fingers. I understood now. Rubber was more then just the look. It was the totality. The overwhelming coverage.

“Fuck yeah, dude. You are smoking in that suit!” Dave said, a few steps away. “Fuck! Yeah!” he said again. And then he jumped at me, pinning me on the bed. He rubbed his body on mine, lay on top of me, felt me all over. His mouth found mine and we kissed deeply. Moaning, groaning, growling at each other. He manoeuvered me around so I was laying on the bed length-wise. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Unzipped my arse, probed my hole with his fingers. His magic fingers. Unzipping his own crotch with his other hand he pulled out of my hole and leant over to kiss me again. My knees now near my ears, my arse fully exposed, he started humping me with his caged cock. Oh fuck I wanted it. I wanted to rip his cage off and let him fuck me properly. Deeply. Rubber on rubber.

His plastic covered nub was hitting my hole and driving me wild. His tongue in my mouth, his steamy body over mine. I was in rubber ecstasy. He pumped his cage again and again at my hole. He grabbed my head, leant into me even more, smashed his mouth onto mine. I felt him tense up. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” He stopped humping me, held me close, and I felt his hot cum hit my hole. I shivered all over, pulled his head down, and rammed my tongue into his mouth. My cock was pulsing. I didn’t know if I was cumming, but my whole body was on fire. I rode the waves of ecstasy, pulled him in tight and never wanted to let go.

“And just what the fuck are you two doing?” It was Matt, standing in the doorway, and he looked pissed.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank bndwolf80 for this story!