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New Years Resolution – Part 12

By lthr_jock

“1683, wake up.”

Paul’s eyes snapped open, and immediately he could see his muscular form still in its thick, skin-tight red rubber in the mirror placed in front of him. He was boiling hot, the sweat pooling in the rubber suit and making him uncomfortable, his muscles aching from the position he had been strapped into. Drool was running freely around the ball gag, so he reckoned he’d been secured like this for some time. From what he could see, he had been strapped on all fours onto some kind of device. His stomach lay on something solid, with his mitted hands secured in front of him to the base of the device. His legs (ankles still strapped to his thighs) were similarly secured, but his knees were held apart by the device leaving his arse open and exposed.

His eyes bulged as he swore and struggled, his mountainous muscles heaving against the black leather restraints. Wrenching against the straps, he could hear them creaking and groaning, until a rubbered form behind him stepped forward and secured a wide leather belt around his waist, securing Paul tightly to the device. Now he couldn’t get enough leverage to affect anything other than a helpless writhing motion. He glared up at the figure in black rubber as he rubbed his hands all over Paul’s quivering flanks.

“Time for your last lesson here, boi.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 11

By lthr_jock

Red walked along the street, enjoying the way his newly shaved muscles bunched and slid under his heavy rubber clothing. He got more than a few glances, and he wasn’t sure whether they were more surprised by his freshly shaved head or by his gleaming black clothes. Certainly a few stared long enough to spot the thick rubber collar locked around his neck and he strode along the street leaving a wake of incredulous people behind him.

He knew where he was going – the Boss’s place was a 20 minute walk. But as he walked, he felt that something was wrong. Something was out of place. He didn’t know how he knew where the Boss lived; he couldn’t remember where he had been that morning. All he knew was that he was Red but that just wasn’t enough. His brow furrowed as he continued walking, until he found himself outside the Boss’s door.

As he lifted the heavy knocker the door swung open, and Red walked inside. Shutting the door behind him, he found himself in a dimly lit corridor. As he waited for his eyes to acclimatise to the gloom, the Boss walked into view. His cycling gear had been discarded in favour of black rubber. But unlike Red’s gear, this rubber was thin and moulded to Boss’s lithe body. He was wearing a one-piece suit with an attached cod-piece that already bulged. On his feet were high, well glossed DM’s, ladder laced with clean white laces. His hands were in tight, thin black rubber gloves.

“Nice timing, boi. Come on through.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 10

By lthr_jock

Jay walked up behind Paul as he stared into the mirror. Meeting Paul’s reflected gaze, he grinned.

“Thinking about a change of look?” Paul was amazed how Jay always seemed to know what he was thinking and nodded. “Well … I think I know just the person for you.” As he spoke he rubbed his hands over the rubber covered globes of Paul’s arse. “Would you like me to give you their address?”

Paul nodded gratefully and Jay moved around to stand between him and his reflection. Producing a business card, he unzipped one of the pockets in the rubber jeans and slid the card inside. As Paul felt his hand rubbing at his muscle through the rubber, Paul could feel himself getting hard. “Just head around there – they’ll look after you.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 09

By lthr_jock

As the hours passed, Paul’s muscles cramped painfully in the cage. He found he could relieve the stress slightly by repeatedly flexing them, but still they ached and ached. He could see nothing except the brick wall 6ft in front of him. The leash attached to the back of his collar restricted his head from turning much, so he could only get glimpses of the wall to one side, and the darker expanse of the club to the other. He went to yell for help and found that he couldn’t – try as he might, he could make no sound. Then he realised that he was trying the wrong thing – dogs couldn’t talk. Instead, he tried barking and let out a deep, booming WOOF that echoed in the empty room.

For some reason, that made him feel better, and he woofed to himself a few more times. But still there was no reply from the empty club. Paul found himself drifting, head nodding as he started to fall asleep, and then jerking awake as the leash brought him back to reality. He wondered what he looked like from outside the cage – hairy, semi-naked, collared, booted, mitted and locked into leather shorts. He unconsciously flexed as he thought about the effect seeing all that caged muscle might have. Again, he found his cock trying to harden inside the shorts and grunted with suppressed frustration.

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New Years Resolution – Part 08

By lthr_jock

Paul hadn’t realised until then what a good friend Jay was. As Jay talked, Paul felt better, more relaxed and calmer. His situation wasn’t that bad – there were plenty of things he could do. Jay handed Paul another protein shake as he walked the big man around the park, constantly talking in a low voice that seemed to penetrate deep into Paul’s mind.

For over an hour, the two men walked around the park, Jay talking all the time, until the light began to fade as the sun went down. As they exited the park, Jay turned and put his hands on Paul’s shoulders.

“So, feeling better?”

“Yes – thanks, man, you really managed to put everything in perspective.” Paul sighed. “But I still don’t know what I’m going to do for a job.”

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New Years Resolution – Part 07

By lthr_jock

Paul stood in the centre of the room staring straight ahead. In front of him was a mirror, allowing him to see himself. His torso and trousers were still covered in tight, laced and strapped leather. His feet were now covered in heavy black army boots. The only part of him that could be seen was his head. His eyes stared straight ahead, looking at his flushed face, topped by his straggly mop of hair. He didn’t blink, the only part of him that moved were his eyes, which looked up and down his reflection.

Paul began to notice changes. As he watched, his chest swelled under the leather, making it creak and groan. As he felt it tightening around him, he briefly wondered why it wasn’t making his breathing more difficult. Then he realised that he was breathing very slowly and very shallowly – so shallowly that it was almost impossible to detect. His waist seemed to be shrinking, narrowing and he could feel his stomach muscles hardening. The tight leather seemed to become looser around his waist, until hands reached around him and tightened the lacing and straps.

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New Years Resolution – Part 06

By lthr_jock

Paul stood in the Post Office, waiting for the clerk behind the counter to find his parcels. As he let his mind wander, he unconsciously flexed, providing quite a sight for the people behind him in the queue. He was dressed as normal in a pair of skin tight leather jeans and knee-high glossed Dehner boots. His torso was covered with a similarly skin tight navy blue lycra tank top, letting his muscular arms hang free. With a bored sigh, he leant over the counter, the tight leather stretching over his arse. He heard a giggle from behind him and saw two women obviously talking about him. One caught his eye and smiled seductively and Paul reflexively smiled back. Her eyes travelled down his front and widened at the bulge of the seedpod in his jeans. Flushing, Paul turned away but not before seeing a familiar figure enter the Post Office.

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New Years Resolution – Part 05

By lthr_jock

As PJ crossed the room toward Paul, he stripped off his bike jacket and gloves to reveal a tight form-fitting black lycra t-shirt underneath which showed off his impressive torso. Paul gurgled something unintelligible into the gag and tried to stand up.

“STAY.”

The single word from PJ froze him in place – back arched displaying his cock, one arm behind him, the other inches away from where he had just been stroking himself. Desperately, he tried to move as PJ approached, and found himself completely unable to. He tried to shout but could emit nothing more than a low moan.

PJ crouched down in front of him.

“Very nice. Very nice, indeed.” He reached forward and gently stroked the inside of Paul’s muscular thighs. “Have you got all the pictures you wanted, Chuck?” He grinned as Chuck affirmed that he had   “Oh good. Time for some fun then.”

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