By bndwolf80

After the initial excitement at finally getting the chance to suck Matt’s cock I did manage to calm down. I settled into my rubber skin, still trapped in the arm and leg binders, the huge dog tail plug still stuck deep in my arse, and lay down beside Matt, half over his lap. Slowly, methodically, I sucked this amazing guy’s cock. Sometimes stopping, just letting it sit in my mouth. Sometimes deep throating him when the compulsion overwhelmed me (he’d always moan in pleasure when I did that). All the while, being careful to keep my drool under control, for fear of having to trade places with Dave the Urinal in the bathroom.

We’d stop every 30 minutes or so, when he got up to get another beer, or use the urinal. I wondered how tight Dave’s clamps were by now? How taught the ball strap? After a couple of visits I whined a little when he got up, indicating my need to piss, too. He helped me down off the couch and led me to the bathroom. I couldn’t see how much piss Dave had managed to produce, being unable to see over the edge of the bath, but he was still trapped in there, just as he had been a few hours earlier, so it must still have been below his target.

Matt had grabbed a dog bowl from somewhere and he placed it on the floor in front of me. He then reached under me and unzipped the catsuit crotch enough to pull my caged cock free of the jock underneath. I padded forward, positioned myself over the bowl and started filling it. “Stop!” Matt commanded when it was over half full. Which I did, with a bit of difficulty. He grabbed the bowl from under me and walked over to Dave. “You have a second customer, urinal!” he said as he poured the bowl’s contents into the funnel and Dave gulped it all down. Matt came back with the bowl and I finished pissing.

That bowl also dumped into the urinal. Matt reset my caged cock in the jock and zipped me back up, then went over and relieved himself into the funnel, Dave gulping rapidly. After he finished, Matt reached over and tightened the nipple clamps as he had promised, Dave screaming into his gag, then reached down between Dave’s legs and tightened the ball strap, producing another groan from Dave. “Almost there urinal,” he said checking the level of piss in the bath, “I’ll come check again in half an hour.” Dave moaned, groaned, whined, and screamed at that, but Matt simply stood up, walked out, waited for me to join him, then turned off the bathroom lights and closed the door behind him.

We went back to the couch, I resumed my cock warming/sucking/deep-throating duties, and Matt continued to watch TV.

It ended up being two more visits, about an another hour I assumed, before Dave had reached his target. After checking on him, Matt came back, helped me off the couch, and led me down the hall. “The urinal has finished his service, dog,” he said to me as we entered the bathroom.

I barked, happy that Dave had made it through his ordeal.

“Now stay there while I get him out.” Matt unattached the funnel tubing from Dave’s gag, unlocked the padlocks keeping him fixed to the bath, and untied the string connecting his balls (accompanied by a very load groan from Dave). He helped Dave up and out of the tub, then unlocked the collar around his neck, placing it, and the padlock, onto my back. The closest handy shelf. He removed the nipple clamps next. Dave screamed. And then screamed even louder as Matt rubbed his sensitive rubber-covered nipples in sadistic pleasure. Matt then turned Dave around and unbuckled the rubber straitjacket, unzipped it, and helped him shrug it off. Dave now stood in his rubber catsuit underwear, ankle cuffs, and full hood. The last of which Matt then removed.

“You did good, urinal,” said Matt, patting Dave on his cheek. Dave went to hug his boss but Matt put a hand on Dave’s chest and pushed him away. “Not yet, urinal. You still reek of piss. Clean yourself up, and clean up this mess,” he indicated the discarded gear in the bathroom. “Oh, and help our guest out of his predicament for me.” Matt moved to one side so Dave could finally see me.

“Oh, damn Boss. Woof!” said Dave at seeing my bound rubbered form.

“Keep your rubber underwear on. Both of you. And join me in the bedroom when you’re done.” He turned to leave. “And don’t keep me waiting!” He disappeared down the hall.

Dave immediately dropped to all fours, licked my rubbered face, and barked at me. I barked back and shuffled over to him to return the favour. I hesitated for a second. The smell of piss on him was strong, but I was so turned on at that moment, knowing what he had endured, that I quickly started licking his face and we soon moved to deep kissing. And we would have still been there come morning if the collar on my back hadn’t slipped off, clattered to the ground, and snapped us back to reality.

Dave got up off the floor. “Okay, you right to stay like that a bit longer while I clean up?” My arms and legs were sore as hell, having been trapped so long, but I was still enjoying it. Or my cock was at least. The question ended up being rhetorical, anyway, as Dave grabbed his collar from the floor, replaced it on my back, and then moved away and started his cleaning before I had a chance to respond.

He slipped off his rubber gloves and socks, hopped back into the tub, and showered. Using the stream of water to rinse his suit that he’d been wearing since early afternoon at least, flush the funnel and tube that so much piss had passed through, and clean the bathtub that he had been trapped in for so long. He finished in the shower, leaving his suit on to drip-dry, and started cleaning the rest of the gear in the room. We had a friendly tug-of-war with the straitjacket as I had carefully pawed across to it to bury my face inside and didn’t want to give it up, but he swatted me on the arse and I quickly let go.

After the gear, the room, and he himself were clean he came over, grabbed his collar off my back, locked it back on his neck, and then finally helped me out of the leather restraints. He massaged my legs while I laid on the floor recovering for a second, then helped me to my feet. He bent me over, unzipped the rear zip, then slowly pulled out the tail plug. My hole must have been left gaping after it was out, the plug was so big!

“There’s a douche bulb under the sink if you want to clean out,” said Dave, and I did, emptying my bladder again at the same time. It was then that I noticed my vibrating plug on the sink, near were I had left it so many hours ago, but now plugged in and charging. Dave noticed me looking, “Oh yeah, we’ve got one, too. Boss must have used our charger on yours.” A mischevious smile crossed his face. He unplugged the cord and grabbed the plug. “Bend over ‘other’ boy!” he commanded. Which I happily did. I’d do anything either of these smoking hot guys asked me to! Dave easily inserted my old favourite vibrating friend then zipped me back up. He finished by putting his rubber gloves and socks back on, then we left the bathroom to find Matt. Two fully rubbered guys. Both totally covered neck to toe. Both with cocks caged. Dave collared and ankle cuffed. Me hooded and plugged.

We found Matt in the bedroom as he said. He was fully naked, relaxing on the bed, scanning his phone, cock rock hard. “About time,” he said. “Much longer and I would have finished without you and left you both in the cage all night!” He had Dave’s mitts beside him, and my sack at his feet, laying across the end of the bed. Unzipped and inviting. “Come on, ‘other’ boy. Time for bed.” He pointed to the open sack.

“Yes, Boss!” I said and quickly hopped onto the bed, slid my feet into the end of the sack, and started getting my arms into the internal sleeves. Which is possible, but a pain in the arse by yourself, and even harder with rubber covered arms. Thankfully Dave came over to help me. I settled my shoulders in, laid back, and turned to stare at Matt’s gorgeous cock as Dave finished zipping me in. My mouth was drooling soon enough. It had only been maybe 20 minutes since I’d had that perfect piece of meat in my mouth, but I was already missing it. I was so distracted with the sight that I barely noticed as Dave finished by lacing my sack with my red rope and snapping the sack’s collar closed.

“Good boys,” said Matt. “Come on dog, let’s get you ready for bed.” He held open one of the mitts. Dave crawled over me and pushed his fist inside.

“I put his plug back in him, too, Boss.” said Dave, as Matt closed and locked the mitt.

“Very good job, dog!” Matt rustled Dave’s hair affectionately then helped him into the other mitt and locked it.

As soon as Dave was locked in, Matt grabbed him by the d-ring on the collar, yanked him close, and kissed him deeply. Dave moaned in lust. I moaned from missing out. They kissed long and passionately, a Boss and his faithful rubber dog, ignoring me at their feet. Eventually Matt, finger still wrapped around the d-ring, led Dave slowly down to his cock. Dave kissed Matt’s hairy chest and stomach as he travelled, his arse pointed at me getting more and more outlined in the rubber as he went. Now my mouth drooled for a different reason. Dave didn’t waste any time when his lips finally reached Matt’s cock, he took it all in one go, straight to the hilt, nose buried into Matt’s pubes. I could hear him swallowing, over and over, and I saw Matt’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck dog, you’re good at that,” he said. I saw his nipples contract to sharp points. His toes curl. Dave came up for air and gently kissed the head of Matt’s cock. Worshipped it.

“You did good in your punishment tonight, dog.” Matt said, his hands raising up to tweak his own nipples. Dave now started moving his mouth up and down Matt’s shaft. “And so,” Matt continued, “I’ll let you decide where you want my load tonight. Which hole, dog?” Dave paused, deciding. Matt pushed Dave’s head back down onto his cock. “Think AND suck, dog,” and Dave continued. Matt let go of Dave’s head and returned to his own nipples. Dave dived down for another full swallow. Matt moaned. After several seconds of swallowing the invisible load Dave came up and said, “Arse, please Boss.”

Matt smiled. “Turn around, then.” Which Dave did quickly. His face was now near mine and he leant down and kissed me. I could taste Matt’s cock on his tongue and I kissed him back, wanting all I could get. We parted as Dave turned back to Matt and said, “Boss?”

“Mmmm” Matt replied.

“His plug. Microphone mode?”

Matt smiled wide at that. He grabbed his phone again, tapped it a couple of times, then dropped it onto my stomach. I knew what was coming. “Ready?” he asked, and as he said the words the plug in my arse buzzed to match. He must have paired his phone with my plug. Not just then, earlier. Fuck, that forward thinking, that level of assumed control was hot!

Matt unzipped Dave’s crotch, the plug rumbling low at the sound, then dived down with his tongue, rimming Dave’s hole with force. Dave would sigh in pleasure, and my plug would buzz. Matt would slap one of Dave’s rubber arse cheeks while his face was buried between them, and my plug would pulse hard. It would even rumble as Dave and I locked lips, sharing in the aftertaste of Matt’s cock.

After a few minutes, satisfied that Dave’s hole was ready, Matt sat up, spat a gob onto his cock, then started fucking Dave proper. I soon found out the full extent of Dave’s plan. He was a screamer. Every thrust from Matt and Dave would “Ahh!” and my plug would pulse. Thrust “Ahh!” Pulse. Thrust “Ahh!” Pulse. Matt was fucking both of us at the same time!

My cock was rock hard in it’s cage and I started humping the air, imagining fucking Dave, too. I reached up to kiss Dave again, but he was on another plane of existence, one where only he and Matt existed. I looked to Matt and saw that he was staring at me. Surveying his captured prize. The self-assuredness in his face was intoxicating. His nipples were bullets now, hard as the cock ramming into Dave, as the plug pulsing into me. The hair on his chest, his stomach, his arms was puffed up like a bear. I wanted to bite him. Lick him. Kiss him. Devour him.

As he noticed me watching he thrust harder into Dave. Deeper. Thighs smacking hard against Dave butt. Dave’s screaming getting louder. My plug pulsing stronger. I could see a change come over Matt, animalistic. He was close. He reached forward, grabbed Dave’s collar, and pulled it back. Dave lifted his head back to follow, but Matt didn’t let up and soon Dave couldn’t breathe. He was going red in the face, still trying to scream over and over in ecstasy, still lost on a plane with Matt fucking his every being. Matt started growling, getting louder as he increased his pace. His entire focus now on his partner.

And then he roared. And came. Deep inside Dave. He rammed his cock home a few more times, riding the orgasm, Dave still bent back and struggling for breath, until he finally let out a loud sigh, let go of the collar, and slumped over onto Dave’s back. Dave gasped for air, but the satisfied expression never left his face. Matt leaned over and kissed Dave’s neck. Dave turned back and met Matt’s lips. “Thanks Boss.”

The stayed like that for while, coming down from the sexual high. Matt’s cock still in Dave’s hole from what I could tell. I watched them with open lust. Denied the direct interaction, but so much a part of their love making, I felt connected to the pair of them.

Matt planted one more kiss on his partner, then pushed back off him, and got off the bed. He grabbed his phone from my stomach, turned off my plug, put it back on his dresser, then left the room. Matt stayed as he was, watching him go.

“Thanks dude,” I said to Dave, “that was amazing.”

Dave smiled at me then leant back down to lock tongues with me some more. Which got cut short by Matt returning, his semi-hard cock dangling between his legs, the fat dog tail plug in his hands. He got back on the bed behind Dave and gently pushed it into Dave’s hole. Plugging his cum inside. Matt zipped him back up then swatted his butt for a job well done. Dave jumped around and tackle-hugged Matt back.

“Okay, okay,” said Matt, “time for bed, dog.” And Dave dropped down onto his side of the bed obediently.

“And how are you doing in there, boy?” said Matt, his hand on my chest.

“Horny, Boss,” I replied, humping the air some more.

Matt chuckled. “Just as locked boys should be.” He patted my caged cock through the neoprene then settled back on the bed next to Dave, pulling him close. He turned the lights off and I felt him put his feet up on my sacked chest as his footrest. I made a valiant effort to get my tongue close enough to lick them, but they were just too far away, and Matt either didn’t notice, or wasn’t interested in a foot tongue-bath. Soon enough I started hearing soft snoring, so I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I woke up falling. It took me a second to remember where I was, that I was still trapped in a neoprene sleepsack. Rubber hooded and catsuited. Cock caged Butt plugged. I realised the falling feeling was because I was being rolled over onto my stomach. I blinked my eyes to see what was going on, but apart from registering that it was morning I didn’t get far until a dark hood came over my head. It was quickly zipped down the back. From the feel of it I guessed it was my neoprene hood that I came here wearing. Eye and mouth covers already snapped on.

Soon after something firm was pressed against my mouth and I felt straps being buckled around my neck, behind my head, on top of my head, and on the side of my face. That would be my muzzle, then. I was rolled over again, onto my back, and I felt a belt buckled at my waist, over my trapped arms. My feet were then pulled and my body slid along the bed. My feet were dropped and they hit the floor, then my upper body was pulled forward past a standing position, and over someone’s shoulder. This was a familiar feeling, so I assumed it was Matt manhandling me.

He carried me for a time until he lowered me onto a floor. I felt the 4-point restraints from the previous day. Two pulling either side of the waist belt. One pulling the top of the muzzle. One pulling my feet. All tied tight, my movement severely restricted. I heard a door close then soon after an engine start up. So I was back in the van. It felt good to know where I was. Even if I was tied down, and trapped in multiple layers of gear.

We drove for 20-30 minutes then stopped. Engine off. Rear door opened. I was untied quickly then pulled out of the van and back over his shoulder. Carried another distance I was finally thrown onto a bed, bouncing a little from the fall. I felt him kneel on the bed next to me. “Dave said you can keep the rubber for now.” The belt around my waist was unbuckled. “But he wants to meet again. As do I.” The rope cinching the sack closed was quickly dethreaded from it’s rings. “I’ve got your phone number, so we’ll text you.” The sack’s collar was unsnapped, and the zipper pulled down. “I’m running a bit late today, so I’ll leave the rest for you.” I feel his weight lift off the bed. “Ah, good!” I hear him swipe something up from my bedside dresser. “I’ll just keep these for now.” My bedside dresser that the keys to my chastity were on! “See you next time, boy!”

The end

Metal would like to thank bndwolf80 for this story!