By Rubbag

The next week was hard to get through. The days where bad enough with me seemin to sprout a boner with every woman I met. Fuck, even the men are turning me on. The nights are the worse. I can’t sleep at all, just lying there, my cock bulging into my chastity cup, trying, trying so hard not to think about Josh, just wanting to hold him and knowing he wants it too.

We had had a delivery before Friday. Found the box at the door, no sign of who dropped it, just the empty corridor of our dorm block deserted for the summer.

Inside the box a small printed card:

For Friday

That’s how we found ourselves the next night taking the late bus out to Culvers Wood on the edge of town.

“Enjoy yourselves, boys.”

The driver laughing as the bus doors hiss closed behind us. We turn around red-faced, we both know the woods’ reputation and what the driver must have thought two young men were planning to do there.

The instructions Josh had been given were clear enough. We could make out the blistering paint on the sign in front us.

/ CUL RS W OD

INF MA ION

And beyond the broken tarmac of the main path leading like a grey line into the fast darkening woods.

“Come on, Jed.”

I followed Josh behind the old park sign. He was already taking off his baggy jogging gear. I slipped my hands under my own shirt and lifted it over my head, and in a moment my own jogging bottoms were gone.

We just stood there and stared at each other. Both of us wearing a thin layer of jet black Under Armour. The latest gear new from the box. Half the thickness of last year, so thin it looks like it’s been sprayed on over Josh’s rock-hard muscles. And I know how good it feels, as the neospandex slides over my skin with every breath I take.

I look up straight into Josh’s eyes and I …

“Shhh! Jed, don’t say a thing.”

And he slowly, so slowly walks towards me with that little half smile of his. I’ve never felt like this before, not with any woman, my body feels weak, trembling as I’m frozen to the spot and then he’s beside me. We put our arms around each other as our eyes close and then our lips meet and time vanishes.

“Come on.”

“Urrh.”

“Come on, Jed, we’d best get going.”

“Err, ok.”

Josh took my hand as he led me into the woods. He could hear me laugh behind him.

“What’s so funny? Fuck! Watch your step, it’s too fucking dark in here.”

I never did answer his question. I’d just been thinking that the bus driver might have been right about us after all.

After what felt like miles, we stumbled out from the trees onto the rough gravel surface of the old road that runs through the woods. There was a little more light under the open sky. Once families had driven along here for picnics, now it had become a dumping ground, old sofas, car tires and just across from us the gutted shell of some obsolete hybrid car.

The headlights blind us, and Josh is silhouetted as he tightens his grip on my hand.

“Shit!” one of us said as the limo slid to a stop not three feet from us, all but silent on electric drive. A click and a sliver of white as the passenger door opens. Like before, no one speaks and no one is seen. Josh lets go of my hand as we climb inside and make ourselves comfortable as the door closes behind us. I’ve no idea how long the limo drives for or how far. One mile? Twenty miles? Straight out of town? Round in a circle? There is no way to tell.

At last the limo pulls up, and with a click the door unlocks and is pulled open for us. I followed Josh out, and as I stood up I stopped and looked back over the roof of the limo. The car port was larger than I had thought on my first visit. Parking bays disappear into the gloom. I could just make out a few BMWs, Mercedes, even a couple of iCars, nothing too flash, all a little understated.

[ –Fol-low–this–un-it– ]

The voice was different, the machine intonation as before but this time a deeper intonation. Josh pulled to one side to allow the unit close the limos door.

One of the black-skinned units stood there. Or at least black was his original skin color, now slightly muted beneath the transparent rubber of his body suit.

He looks so hot dressed like that, so fucking hot I can feel my cock becoming firm again at the sight of him so, much muscle all ripped to the max. Like I said before, more than naked, with every part of him on display. I find myself staring at his crotch, at his chastity cup, as transparent as the rest of the suit. But the cup fucking is tiny, there’s scarcely enough room in there for his ball sack, let alone his swollen cock, which is trapped with the tip pointing down, the shaft squashed almost flat against the wall of the chastity cup.

It’s gotta hurt.

I look up, but there’s no sign of any discomfort on his face. In fact, there’s no sign of anything at all, just the same blank expression like all the others have on their handsome plastic-coated heads, but with a shaven head in his case.

“There’s nobody home,” I whisper to myself, looking into the empty silver orbs which cover his eyes.

But there’s something else, something familiar about him, about his face, like I’ve seen it before somewhere.

“What’s your name?”

There is a pause as it tilts its head slightly to one side.

[–This–unit–is–unit-three–it-has–no–thou-ghts–or–des-ir-es– ]

And again.

[ –Fol-low–this–unit– ]

With that he turns and walks past us. Josh follows him, and I bring up the rear. I have a good view of both of their rears, one in rubber one in under armour. One stiff and precise, machine like even. While with Josh every part of him is animated as he walks, his ass cheeks moving up and down with each step he takes.

But suddenly I’m taken by another thought. How similar they are, they’re the same build, they’re even the same height, six foot just like me. And then I wonder what Josh would look like sealed into one of those transparent body suits like a unit, his head sprayed with shiny plastic and his oh so handsome face transformed into an obedient blank.

Unit three stops by the open door of the elevator where it waits patiently for us to enter. It follows us in and turns its back on us to face the closing doors. I’m only inches from him now. I can see how flawless his body is, so close to me, not a mark or hair to spoil it, perfection. I have to touch him, my fingers just brush against the small of his back. I had been expecting the suit to be like normal rubber, smooth yes but with a little give in it as it moves over the skin. But this stuff is so slippery and smooth with no give in it at all. More like touching a sheet of polished glass. I take my hand away. If he noticed me touching him, he gives no sign.

The elevator begins to move, and now that I’m paying more attention I notice two things. The elevator is moving very slowly, and it’s not going up.

With just the slightest of tremors the elevator comes to a stop. The unit who met us steps out and turns to stand to one side without saying another word. Marcus, the Club’s owner, is already there in the cloakroom waiting for us. Standing behind him is the other black unit, almost the twin of the one that is beside us. This one though is carrying a couple of ball gags in its hand.

There is no offered hand from Marcus this time. I follow Josh’s lead in peeling the under armour from my now massive torso, then the tights come off, and finally my pumas join them in a small neat pile next to Josh’s gear.

Marcus slowly looks us up and down. All of us on display for him, even the rubber boxers that are our chastity suits seem somehow part of us now.

“Josh, you first.”

Simple as that, I’d forgotten how deep and powerful his voice is. Josh walks across to the same scales we used last time. I watched the old-style pointer swing round to 240, 250, and then it settles on …

“258 pounds. So close, Josh, I think you’ll be there next time,” and then as Josh steps off, Marcus turns to look at me.

“Now you, Jed.”

“Yes, Mar …” and then I correct myself in time. “Yes, Dominus,” as I climb onto the scales. I know I’m nowhere near 260, but.

“250 pounds. Well done, Jed, and such low body fat as well.”

I step down from the scales, knowing what must happen next.

“Unit Three, prepare Josh Zero Five for … a locker, I think.”

And he turns to me.

“ Unit Four, prepare Jed Zero Six for the muscle challenge.”

With that, Marcus just turned and left, going back through the far door to the Club proper. For now we are no longer of any interest to him. I felt something cool rub against my leg. Tight, clear rubber hands reaching around my ankles to snap on the first of the straps. First the ankles, then the calves, then two more above and below each knee, my thighs, then another set into the crotch, where they seem somehow to attach to the rubber of my chastity suit. More strapping is applied over every part of my torso and arms. Then the Unit kneels down again, and it begins to run cords of rubber vertically up between each strap, weaving them together tight until I’m just wearing one full rubber body harness. And last of all, it moves around to face me, a black rubber collar in his hand that contrasts to the bright red of the ball gag, which hangs from it. He puts his hands around my neck and locks the collar into place. He spends a few moments attaching the collar to the rest of the harness. And then he comes in real close to me. I can feel the cool smoothness of his body suit pressing against my chest, nipple to nipple. The dome of his crotch rubs against mine as he pulls my arms up behind my back and leaves them there tied high and tight. I can’t believe how good this feels to be this powerless. By the time he pushes the ball gag into place, my mouth is already open ready to receive it.

And then in his hand, a dog lead, which he clips onto the chrome ring at the front of the collar. He just stands there holding the other end of the lead in his hand as if waiting for some signal. There is a soft hum like the very air is pulsing. I find my eyes drawn to his crotch, to his cock on display, still trapped tight in clear rubber.

Trapped but needing to be obeyed. I go down to my knees before him.

Wanting his cock.

Needing his cock.

Needing to obey his cock.

That cock getting closer as he walks slowly towards me. I just can’t take my eyes from it, larger and larger it becomes, until his cock is all that I can see as he towers above me.

He reaches down and releases my arms, which fall useless to my sides as my will has been taken by his cock.

Indifferent, he simply turns and pulling on the lead forces me to go down onto my hands, free to crawl after him. To follow after him with each one of his perfect bare feet shining like their a piece of sculpture as they move.

Down two steps and then the cool touch glass is beneath me as I crawl out onto the main floor of the Club. I can’t see where we’re going, the collar won’t allow me to lift my head. I can see myself reflected dimly in the glass floor as I struggle to keep up with the speed his walking.

[ –Fol-low–this–unit– ]

As he pulls on the leash, forcing me to keep up.

“Mmm … mmmm …” is all I can say through the gag.

He turns right and, I don’t have any choice but to follow like him along the metal bars, which hold up each of the sheets of glass. It’s like being in midair with the true floor twenty? thirty? feet below. I try and look down, but the constant pull on my leash keeps my head up. There’s some kinda of lab down there, metal tables, monitors, strange glass partitions reflecting like mirrors, all lit by banks of sterile spotlights. There’s someone down there, someone in rubber, white rubber, full rubber. There is something about them, something strange about the shape of them, like they’ve …

“Uhh!”

My head snaps up as it’s jerked violently to the right.

[ –Fol-low–this–unit– ]

I don’t have the chance to see more as we leave the main room. The floor is once again solid beneath me. I get the impression that there are lockers and wooden benches around me, like I’m in the changing room of a gym.

It’s only now with my head clearing that I realize that I’ve stopped moving.

“Well, Jed, I’m glad do see you’re getting into the spirit of things.”

The voice is deep and gruff, like a piece of granite and new to me. I raise my eyes, and the man before me more than matches his voice. He’s easily 6 5 or more, a bear of a man. I can smell the leather he’s wearing from here. Black leather trousers, black leather waist coast, black leather gloves, but no cap and no beard. He doesn’t need these things. Josh is standing to one side of him, his back to me, arms once more behind him, his leash shortened and wrapped tight to the man’s gloved hand.

I can see the man watching me, sizing me up.

“I am Dominus Severus. I will be your trainer for this evening.”

It’s only then that I realize what he’s holding in his right hand as he gently taps the riding crop against his leg.

 

To be continued …