By R8080

By the time the train arrived at the station, the sweat had really begun to collect between my skin and the locking rubber suit my new Master had told me to wear. My hoodie was pulled up but the rubber collar with its shiny ring was showing above my t-shirt. I got off the train feeling like everyone was watching me, listening to the rubber squeak beneath my clothes.

He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He didn’t say anything as I approached. He just opened the drivers door and waited for me to get in. I’d barely sat down when His gloved hands were on me, covering my face, probing my mouth and tweaking my nipples beneath my shirt. As He pulled back my tongue reached for His gloves one last time and I realised I was harder than I had ever been.

“Good boi,” he said. “Put these on.”

He passed me a pair of heavy-duty rubber wellies from the back seat. They were black with yellow trim and a couple sizes too small for me. He knew this, but He said it was the price a boi would have to pay for not having any of his own.

I quickly took off my Converse and struggled to slide my feet into the thick rubber. The smell of them as the air rushed out was pungent and it only made me harder.

“Walk to the far side of the lot boi and then walk back.”

I looked at Him with fear in my eyes. I wasn’t one for public exhibitionism and this was an area where a lot of family and friends lived. I almost opened my mouth to protest, but his rubber gloves were touching me again.

I stepped out of the car and tried to walk as casually as I could. The wellies were big, making clomping sounds with each step. My pants were tucked into the top, leaving the bright yellow visible for the other commuters in the lot to see. I made it to the far side, stepped onto the sidewalk and then turned around.

He had started the car by the time I got back. When I sat down He had prepared a few more items. The first gloves were bright yellow and were tight on my hands. My hands shook as I put them on and He helped to smooth the rubber against my skin. Over them went a pair of heavy gauntlets, black and with fingers so thick they looked like stubs.

“You’ll only touch rubber from now on,” he said when he was done.

The last item was a rubber hood. It had an open mouth and pin-prick eyes and He had me tilt my head back as He slipped it on. As the rubber settled into place my vision was reduced to a set of tiny circles. A moment later His rubber fingers entered the mouth hole and I kissed Him appreciatively.

He drove. It wasn’t far to His house but I could barely make out the streets and pretty soon I was lost. We parked in a garage and He ordered me out of the car. He looked at me.

“In my house cunt, you will only wear rubber. Do you understand boi?”

“Yes Sir,” I said automatically.

He stood there and I fidgetted nervously.

“Well,” he finally said.

I took the hint and used the thick fingers of my gloves to pick at my t-shirt. My shirt was off as quickly as the gloves allowed, being careful to keep the cuffs of the gauntlets neat. The rubber suit I wore underneath fit like a glove, my cold nipples pushing against it even as the sweat ran down my back. It had a built-in collar that was currently unlocked.

I went to take off the wellies and my Master tutted. It took a while but I eventually managed to pull my pants off over the top of the boots. The suit had an attached codpiece and my cock was pushed through the hole in the suit, filling out the front as my Master ran a hand against the rubber. I shivered from the touch and his hand ran round the back, squeezing my rubber ass cheeks.

He took me by a rubber gauntleted hand and led me across his yard and into His home. As soon as we were inside He pushed me down to my knees. I heard unzipping and my nerves increased.

When he came back my nose was filled with the smell of more rubber. He had removed his pants and in the limited vision I had I saw the transparent jock he’d been wearing underneath. He pressed my head against it and I felt His cock beneath the rubber. I moaned and He ran His hands against the rubber of my hood.

“Follow,” He said, turning and walking away. I went to stand but He turned, pushing me back down to my knees.

“Stupid boi,” He said, “you don’t have the right to walk like a Man in this house. You’ll pay for that.”

I wanted to protest my innocence but kept silent and followed Him on my knees. He went upstairs and I caught glimpses of His house but always kept my sight on His rubber boots.

As we entered the bedroom, He sat on the bed and patted at a spot beside Himself. I shuffled closer and sat. He unclipped my codpiece and batted my hands away when I went to touch my dick. He inspected it, like a doctor, feeling it harden against His rubber touch.

“What is this?” He asked.

“Your boi’s cock Sir.”

“And all of this… hair around it?”

“My pubes Sir.”

“They’ll have to go. There can be nothing between your pathetic skin and the rubber.”

“Y… yes Sir,” I said.

He didn’t give me anytime to decide in the matter. He led me by my dick into the bathroom and lay a towel on the ground. He made me strip and in moments I was lying down, lathered up and he was shaving away at my groin, taking away all of the curly blonde hairs I had.

He appeared above me and kissed me then, deeply. I could feel the rubber around my mouth, filling it with the rich smell, and I kissed back as well as I could. My dick was like a rock, knocking against my Master’s boots as he knelt over me.

Standing, he towelled me off and held out my suit. I stepped into the legs, put my arms through the sleeves and He zipped it shut at the back. He pulled out a small padlock and held it in front of me.

“When this goes on, you are mine boi. I will not give you the key until you leave.”

It was a statement, not a question, but I nodded my rubber-covered head anyway and felt the snap of the lock like a shot running through my body. He took me back into the bedroom and began covering the rest of my body with rubber.

Taking off the wellies, he rolled up a pair of rubber tights on my legs, snapping the bottom of my suit over the tops of them. My toes flexed in their new socks and already I could feel the heat begin to build up. A pair of waders followed, the heavy rubber boots attached to more rubber that met just below my thighs.

Over my top He pulled on a rubber hoodie. The folds slapped together making that beautiful sound I always associated with rubber. He pulled the cuffs of the gauntlets out and smoothed them over the top of the hoodie.

Finally he held a gas mask in front of me. I could only make out bits of it, the filter sticking out, the small eyes and the mass of the rubber hood it was attached to. He slid it over my already rubber-covered head and it squeezed my jaw tighter, until I could barely open my mouth. The first click of the respirator came with a rush of rubber-scented air.

He lay me back on the bed and I was in heaven. The rubber was perfect. It felt like I was lost in a sea of shiny black oil and my cock throbbed in time with the click of the gas mask. Every time I took a breath it felt like all the rubber contracted against my body.

I didn’t even notice my Master had strapped my legs down until I tried to move. The rubber straps gave no flexibility and He tightened them as I pulled. He grabbed my hands that had been slowly exploring my body and I heard the ratcheting of a pair of handcuffs before they too were strapped above my head.

I was stretched out now and my dick shivered as I realised I was totally helpless. Even if I wanted to call it quits I couldn’t, not that my Master would even bother listening to me. I looked for Him, but the combination of pin-holes and gas mask had reduced my vision to light and shadows.

The rubber had begun to heat up and I shifted. My cock, the only part still exposed to the air, flopped against the rubber as it lost its initial hardness. My breathing had settled into a shallow draw and I felt the sweat collect on my lip beneath the rubber. I lay that way for what felt like an hour.

His touch was light at first. In my rubbed-addled state I didn’t know if it was just my fantasies as my dick got hard again. The gloves were textured and as he squeezed a dollop of lube onto the tip of my dick I felt all the blood in my body rush to that one spot. He ran the tips of His gloves over the head of my cock, polishing in slow circles. I arched my back and suddenly found my breath cut off as He clamped a hand against the filter of the gas mask.

“If you cum without my permission boi, I will beat your balls so hard you’ll never cum again.”

My spasms stopped almost instantly and suddenly it became a race not to orgasm. He didn’t stop. He just carried on, the same gradual pace and I moaned into the gas mask.

His fingers went away and despite my relief I missed His touch. I humped at the air. My dick touched rubber. Hard. Not His gloves anymore. I humped again and my dick slapped against the rubber another time. My Master moved closer and I felt the tread of a boot as He let it rest against my leg. I clamped myself onto it, pulling against the straps as I humped at it, my dick sliding up and down the ribbed pattern on the outside.

I don’t know how long I worked at that boot. I could feel my pre-cum mix with the lube, and still I continued.

“You’re a pathetic boi aren’t you?”

The voice was next to me and I felt my Master cut off my air once more. I started nodding furiously. My air was restored and I gulped greedily, still humping all the time.

“You were nothing without rubber. Now you’re shaved and you’re covered in rubber boi, lots of rubber, and you’re horny for it, aren’t you boi?”

“Yes Sir,” I said and the voice sounded hollow in the tight confines of the gas mask. I was shaking against the boot, my rubber thighs squeaking as they gripped it.

“You need this boi. You need to know you can only cum when in rubber. Do you need this cunt? Tell me you need it.”

“Please Sir, your boi needs this Sir. Let me cum Sir, please.”

“Don’t you dare cum boi,” He said.

I felt the boot go and pushed my hips upwards furiously. The slap caught me unawares and I yelped into the gas mask. He slapped me again, an empty glove or similar, and it hit me across the shaft and I felt a sudden jolt of excitement. The boot returned, but now he pushed it down, trapping my balls beneath the treat, and I felt another slap.

I was in agony and I was in bliss at the same time from these new sensations. He worked the boot, harder, driving my nuts deeper into the rubber of the suit and my dick did the one thing I didn’t want it to: it got harder.

The next slap was gentle and the glove stayed, wrapped around my shaft. He was masturbating me now, stroking slowly up and down. I moaned into the gas mask, I bit at my tongue, but I couldn’t stop. My hips were alive and every time I rose against his strokes the boot pressed into my balls delivering another jolt of pain that drove me deeper into ecstasy.

“Please Sir,” I said in ragged breaths through the gas mask.

“Don’t you dare cum boi,” He said, but he continued, that slow pace, up and down, up and down.

“Please…”

He knew exactly what he was doing. I didn’t stand a chance. The orgasm was the most powerful I’d ever felt. I could feel the cum bursting from my cock, hear it land on the folds of the rubber like rain. My hips still moved but soon I was spent and I slumped against the bed, making pathetic mewling sounds into the gas mask.

“You pathetic slave,” I heard Him say.

My body was exhausted and the rubber had begun to feel suffocating. I just wanted out but He was busy doing something, I could feel Him moving about on the bed, and I didn’t say anything.

My dick had gone flaccid after it’s display and the cold of the metal made it shrink even more as I felt His touch return. My body was a mess of sensations so I had no idea what He was doing.

“I told you not to cum boi,” my Master said, talking to himself. “Pathetic bois are not worth the rubber they get to wear. This will teach you to only think about rubber and pleasing your Master.”

As the ring was slipped behind my balls I realised what was happening and began to struggle but He planted a firm hand against my waist and continued. The chastity cage was on before I could even put up a proper fight.

He released me then. The handcuffs were undone and I rubbed at my wrists where they had chafed beneath the rubber gauntlets and the gloves beneath them. As my Master released my feet I swung onto the side of the bed and sat up.

My breathing was restored as He undid the gas mask and a moment later my vision came back as the rubber hood was pulled off, the sweat dripping from it. I blinked, the air cold as it hit my skin. Almost immediately I looked down at my cock and let a gauntlet touch the black metal of the cage. Already my dick was trying to get hard inside.

“Please Sir,” I tried to say.

“What are you?” He asked.

I gulped and looked down at my rubber body and imprisoned dick.

“A rubberboi, Sir.”

“You’re a pathetic rubberboi cunt. You couldn’t even stop yourself from cumming.” He stood before me, knocking my legs apart and running a rubber hand over my balls. “This will teach you to focus only on rubber. You will only cum when you are encased in rubber, locked up by your Rubber Master.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I don’t know why I said it. I just wanted out, but I knew He was right. I stripped out of the waders and the stockings, my sweat collecting and the smell filling the room. Soon I was dressed in just my pants and t-shirt, my rubber suit still on underneath, the lock securely in place.

Master drove me back to the train station. He handed me the key, but gripped my hand in his rubber glove as I reached for it.

“You will not take that suit off tonight boi,” he said. “I want you to sleep in it and think of your Master when you do.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I will let you know when you are to come back.” As I got out of the car He called me and I stuck my head back in. “You will buy a pair of your own rubber wellingtons before your next visit boi. Or you will be punished even more.”

I looked down at my shoes, imagined wearing a pair of heavy yellow boots on the train, and thanked my Master.

When I got home, I tried to take the chastity cage off and when that didn’t work I tried to get off instead. I sat frustrated on my bed and realised I was still wearing the suit. I hadn’t even thought about removing the rubber.

My Master was right. I was just a pathetic rubberboi.

 

Metal would like to thank the author, R8080, for this story! It’s his first, and I hope there will be many more stories to come from him!