By rts
The seemingly endless night crept slowly into dawn, my body shivered in its cold wet rubber confinement, the mud squished under my butt as I squirmed uncomfortably around, my lower legs held fast in its tight grip. During the night my movements had sunk me deeper into the bog, the mud now covering my crotch and hips, water continually leaking through the zipper into the suit.
I was grateful for the return of the sun, actually looking forward to its burning heat after the cold misery of this past night, and knowing that finally sometime today he was coming back for me. Tired from my sleepless night, hungry and cold as I sat there trapped in my cold rubbersuit wet with the infiltrating water and my old sweat, foul with my piss and powerless to free myself. This would be day seven totally covered and contained in this thick heavy rubber, seven days with my neck held fast in this posture collar, my waist bound tightly with this thick rubber and steel belt, my cock and balls trapped inside this locked metal chastity container.
The reality of my fantasy for an extended stay in full rubber becoming a torture of discomfort and frustration. The hours just crept by as the sun began to warm me again and I was greatful to sweat and have the chill of this past night replaced by the heating rubber against my skin. As I sat squirming in the muck listening to the slurping sounds of the mud and the sweaty rubber moving over my body I thought I heard the sound coming from down near the cabin of an approaching truck. I stopped all movement. Yes, there was the unmistakeable sound of a slamming door! I began to shout for help.
In my excitement I began to struggle against the mud and in my attempts to stand sank to my waist. I was beginning to panic and willed myself to stop all movement as I continued my shouts for help. The lenses of my hood steamed up from the heat of my efforts, all I could see was “fog.”
I listened intently and at last I heard footsteps of someone moving closer, then laughter as my name was called out. I was filled with a joyous relief at the sound of his voice. Begging him to get me out, he told me to remain calm while he went back to his truck to get some rope and a “come-a-long” to pull me free.
Returning he walked part way to me his boots making sucking noise as he moved through the mud. Stoping some distance away to avoid the deeper bog surrounding my trapped body, he threw a rope at me hitting me in the chest. He told me to tie it around my torso under my arms. I managed this with some difficulty as my thick gloves were covered in mud.
Taking the other end of the rope and walking away from me I could hear him fasten it to the “come-a-long” which he then chained to a tree. Telling me to take hold of the rope with both hands, he began working the ratcheting lever of the “come-a-long.”
The rope tightened around me as it slowly began to pull against the sucking mud trapping my body. As I lay face down holding on tightly it felt like the rope was cutting me in half until finally I started to break free from the powerful grip of the muck. As I was pulled free only the ball and chain still dragged at me. When I lay there at his feet he reached down and unzipped my crotch permitting most of the water, sweat and piss which had accumulated inside my suit to drain out as he lifted each leg.
Closing the zipper, he untied the rope and then unlocked the ball and chain from my waist belt. In my relief from this dragging restraint I pleaded with him to unlock my posture collar and chastity container.
He told me to just get use to wearing them.
He helped me to my feet. I could see more clearly through the lenses now and could appreciate the look of him in his full catsuit, his legs contained in thigh high fireman’s boots, his cock and balls tightly sheathed in rubber, head hooded ,hands gloved. My cock began to respond to this sight painfully expanding inside its tight steel container.
We stood there, two rubbermen, one all polished black the other coated with mud from head to booted feet. Leading the way I followed him as we skirted around the bog to reach the clear flowing water of the stream just above it. Ordering me into it he helped me wash off the thick accumulation of mud as I lay down in the flowing water. Turning me so my butt faced into the flow, he unzipped my crotch so the cold water forced itself into my suit flooding into the torso past the restriction of the waist belt and collar into my hood leaking out of the mouth opening, filling my arms and gloves. he then spun me about so that the water would flow down into my legs and boots.
With my suit then swollen with water he closed the zipper. I could hardly move with the weight of the trapped liquid. He helped me to my knees and as the water began to leak through the closed zipper of my suit he took hold of my hooded head with both hands and began to shove his rubber cock into my mouth.
My rubber covered lips sealing tightly around his cock as he pumped his hips again and again against me. I was straining for breath through the nostrils holes of my hood, my body weighted and helpless with all the water contained by the suit. He came with a shout, his rubber sheathed cock swelling in my mouth as it filled with his contained cum. He held my head tightly to his groin pressing my hooded face against his rubber clad body as his cock surged inside my mouth. I could hardly breathe, everything tasted and smelled of rubber. At last he released his grip on my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
He unzipped my crotch and as I knelt there my water swollen suit began to drain. I lifted each arm and the trapped water quickly filled my chest constrained by my waist belt and then flowed out my open crotch. He then ordered me to lay down lift and drain each leg. Satisfied he closed my zipper pulled me to my feet and led me down the trail to the cabin. It felt good to be walking again after all those hours trapped in the mud, and it was a relief not to have that ball and chain dragging at my waist. The hot sun was working on the black rubber and I was enjoying the sweaty confinement as we moved together our rubber squeeking with our movements, our thick boots clomping in the dirt.
To be continued …
