By rts

(the next day)

I awoke before him, my body heated by his rubber clad form pressed against me. I was covered in sweat, my balls and cock hurt and itched maddenly in their steel containment, my bung hole sore from the butt fucking, the confinement of the tight heavy rubber straight jacket and posture collar driving me crazy, the waist belt holding my torso firmly tightening its hold each time I took a breath. I was hot, miserably unconfortable in that hot rubber suit, thirsty and had to take a piss. I started to struggle around manageing to finally wake him. He pressed his hooded head to mine and kissed me sucking the breath out of me. He got out of the bad and I asked him for some water.

He told me we would have to go out and get some up at the spring. I told him of my need to piss, he got me up, led me outside and unzipped my crotch, the weight of the steel chastity container hanging heavily on my balls once the zipper was opened, the posture collar and bulky straight jacket prevented me from seeing what it looked like. I spread my legs and just let go the urine and heard it splashing on the ground. He zipped me closed and began to unstrap the straight jacket, it was a relief to be free of its restriction, my arms felt stiff and cramped from the hours spent in it and I could feel a slight coolness now that it was off. He told me to grab the two buckets hanging by the cabin’s door and following him he led me up a trail to the spring a few hundred yards away.

There was a small muddy bog in front of the water source which we had to cross, our booted feet sinking above the ankles, the mud sucking as we slogged through it, each step a struggle. I knelt down in the mud and drank thirstly from the spring, then I filled both buckets and set them down, looking at him as he grabbed me and pulled me down into the cool mud. We rolled around wrestling each other churning up the mud and sinking deeper into it. The coolness was a relief for my over heated body, my cock growing painfully inside its steel container, Both of us covered completely in mud, I knelt before him as he took my head in both his hands and began mouth fucking me. Pumping away faster as I gagged and tried to breathe, he finally shouting in triumph as he came. We then lay together in the mud cooling off for a while.

We were both feeling hungry so we returned to the cabin, me slogging along carrying the two buckets full of water. When we got to the cabin he made me take one of the buckets and use it to wash off most of the mud covering his rubber suit and hood. I was left covered in mud which was beginning to dry. He fixed something to eat, (last night’s stew re-heated), I fed this to myself this time with some difficulty holding the small spoon in my heavly gloved hands. He made us a pot of coffee. When we had finished he told me to come with him to his truck.

Opening the tail-gate he pulled out a six foot length of heavy chain attached to a steel or iron ball. He told me to turn around and then he proceeded to lock the end of the chain to a steel ring which was welded to the steel band of the thick rubber belt I was already locked into. He dropped the steel ball on the ground explaining that it weighed 20 pounds or more if you add in the weight of the chain. “It’s a little something to discourage any thoughts about walking any distance away from this place, you can either try carrying it or dragging it behind you as you move around here. It should be an interesting sight the next time you go for water and try slogging through that mud hole carrying a bucket of water and dragging it behind you.”

He laughed at this and said he expects a detail report of my experiences when he returned for me. We headed back to the cabin, I picked up the ball and chain being carefull not to trip on the chain as I carried it awkwardly. Once inside the cabin he told me he needed my help to get him out of the neck entry cat suit he was wearing. Sitting down he lifted each leg and had me pull his boots off, as he lifted his legs I could here the sounds of his sweat and piss which was trapped inside the one piece suit with its attached feet. He next pulled off his gloves and hood, his shaved head shinny with sweat. Following his directions, I worked my gloved hands around the neck opening and stretched it open as he slowly pulled his arms free peeling the suit down from his shoulders. It was a struggle as it fit him so tightly.

Pulling it down past his ass and working his balls and cock out of their cum and piss filled sheath, his sweat and accumulated piss spilling onto the floor. The air rich with the smell of his hot rubber, sweat , cum and piss. He got up and went outside, taking the second bucket of water he poured it all over himself. Coming back inside he put on the Levis he had been wearing yesterday and then his rubber riding boots with the Levis tucked in to them. Smiling he told me to clean and talc his rubbers and have them ready for him when he returned in six days. He warned me not to try something stupid like attempting to cut myself out of the suit, as there was no way to remove the steel banded rubber waist belt and collar and my balls and cock were tightly locked in their steel chastity container, and if when he returned he found I had attempted to tamper with the suit he would leave my balls and cock permently locked up.

“Have fun getting some more water dragging that ball and chain” he laughed as he walked toward his truck, “see you in six days, you should be plenty ripe by then”. I started to follow him, the heavy steel ball dragging behind, my steel bound balls slapping against the inside of my legs, the suit feeling very heavy as I tried to keep up to him, panicing realizing that I would be helplessly trapped like this all week. “Please” I said “can’t you at least take this collar off it’s really uncomfortable forcing me to hold my head in this position. He turned and smiled and said “just get busy and clean up my rubber gear now you pathetic piece of shit before all that sweat, piss and cum dries on it” He gave me a shove backwards, got in his truck and drove it away in a cloud of dust. I headed back to the cabin, the morning sun was now very hot and heating all this black rubber I was imprisoned in, the ball and chain draging in the dirt behind me pulling against my tight waist belt. The heaviness of all the gear I was wearing seeming to increase with each step I took. My balls itching in the heavy steel container pulling against them as I walked.

I had to get out of the sun, my suit filling with my sweat, my feet slipping inside the sweat filled boots, my gloves full as slowly I shuffled back inside. I needed some water then I realized both buckets had been used up cleaning the mud off his rubber and washing his body clean. I had to head back to that spring, should I take two pails and drag the ball and chain behind or only one pail and carry that 20 pound ball in my arms? If I took only one pail I would have to make an extra trip for more water. I decided to go for two pails and get on with it before the day got any hotter. I struggled up the trail dragging the ball and chain behind me, the sweat pouring into my eyes, the plastic lenses of the hood steamed up, it was hard to see the trail and I kept stumbling off it, the ball and chain getting hung up on tree roots jerking me to a stop, I fell several times and with each fall my poor balls feeling the full weight of the chastity container. I finally stumbled into the mud hole, now much deeper since our morning play session.

I was sinking almost to my knees as I leaned foward pulling against the ball and chain which was deeply sunk into the mud. I could hardly move foward and the more I struggled the deeper my legs would sink. I could just make out the spring through my fogged up lenses, I was able to toss both buckets over to it, freeing my hands to pull this fucking ball and chain free of the mud and carry it the rest of the way. I managed to struggle the last few steps and just lay down under the cold flowing outflow of the spring letting the mud and water slowly cool me. I wasn’t looking foward to the return trip carrying the two pails full of water, that promised to be an ordeal.

To be continued …