By lthr_jock
I have trouble getting to sleep. The pad on the floor of the cage isn’t thick enough to stop me feeling the bars on the floor of the cage. I can’t fully stretch out and the two layers of rubber are making me sweat and I’m lying in a pool of it. Every move is accompanied by a squeak of rubber and a puff of air that is laden with sweat. The hood is making my freshly shaved head sweat too, and it feels weird against my hairless skin. Worse, I need to piss and there is no way with the mitts on that I can get my cock out of the two layers of rubber. I try to hold it, but in the end I have to surrender and I feel the hot flow of piss inside my rubber suit. Now the sweat is joined by what feels like a lake of piss. Feeling dirty and humiliated, I eventually fall asleep.
I wake up and for a moment I don’t remember where I am. I try to sit up and bang my head on the roof of the cage. As I reach up to rub it, I see the rubber mitts and I recall what’s going on. There is enough light coming through the blinds to show me the room. I have no idea what the time is and wonder how long until Bob lets me out. I try to sleep again, but I’m really uncomfortable. My balls and cock are aching and are still visible down my leg.
I tentatively touch my cock with my mitted hands and almost immediately it springs back to full size. I can feel the tension around my balls and know that I’m close to cumming and in danger of losing another 24 hours. I try to distract myself my wriggling around to examine the front door of the cage. Each movement reminds me of the mixture of fluids slowly rising inside the rubber suit and I hope that Bob’s plan includes a shower in the near future.