By Nitro
Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
The six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had. We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt. SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end. Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups. Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time. The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.
SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes. There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public. What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire? I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!
“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time. How was it?” SIR said looking at me.
SIR continued to rub the back of my head while he and his friends continued to catch up, laugh and tell stories. They were all sitting around and enjoying an afternoon cocktail and occasionally looking over at the rubber toy that was on its knees beside SIR. SIR snapped his finger and pointed at the ground in front of him so I immediately went over on my hands and knees and flattened my back like a table. SIR lifted his boots and laid them across my back like a footrest. Feeling the weight of his boots pressing me down made me groan into my gag and the position was making the zipper of my suit press the monster plug in even deeper.
We rode down the elevator with his hand pressing against the monster in my ass, causing me to moan EVERYTIME he pressed it. He was pressing it with each floor we passed, and for any floor the elevator stopped on he pressed it hard and held it in deep the entire time the door was open.