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.

I look at the cage and can see it’s secured with a padlock – although it’s hanging open. The only thing keeping the door closed is the hasp of the padlock. If I could get my fingers to it, I could easily undo the door – which means Bob has left it that way deliberately as he knows I can’t undo it with mitted hands. Cursing quietly to myself, I settle down to wait.

I doze and jerk awake as the door opens and Stefan steps into the room. I’m surprised as I expected to see Bob. He carries a dog bowl across to the cage and puts it down on the floor in the middle of the room. He then opens the cage. “Help yourself to breakfast, slave.” I crawl out and look into the bowl that contains cereal and milk. I know there is no point in asking for a spoon, so I bend and start to lap up the cereal. As soon as I start, my hunger hits again and soon my face is buried in the bowl, uncaring if the cereal and milk gets all over my hooded head. I finish the bowl and sit back before looking up at Stefan. “Thank you, Sir.” He grins. “Good slave. Time for you to clean up.” He leads me to a bathroom and unlocks my mitts before removing the collar. “Strip and shower. You have ten minutes.”

I get into the shower and start to struggle out of the rubber clothing. I don’t have a problem until I get down to the rubber suit and try to take it off. It sticks to my skin and each movement on it pulls at my hairs. Then the suit bunches around my calves and ankles and I swear as I fight to get it off me. By the time the rubber suit is eventually lying on the floor of the shower, I only have about two minutes left. I dive under the water and yell as I find it’s freezing cold. I scrub myself down as best as I can, before rushing to the toilet. I pull out the butt plug and evacuate my bowels, wiping myself clean and shoving the plug back in before running back into the playroom.

Bob is stood in the middle of the playroom wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He grins as I run naked into the room and checks his watch. “Just under 10 minutes. Well done, slave.” He picks up a sports bag and tosses it to me. “Time to work out. Put your gym gear on.” I open the bag and pull out an item made of thick black neoprene – it’s a shortie wetsuit, with a hole at the crotch. I start to pull it on, working it around my still hard and strapped up cock and then pulling it up my chest and pushing my arms in. As I get it on, Bob steps forward to ease it over my shoulders and then pull the zip up the back. The collar is unusual and is high with loops of neoprene on it. The reason for these becomes clear as Bob loops a chain around my neck through the loops and locks it in place. He reaches behind me and pushes against the plug seated in my arse. “Good to see that’s back in place, slave. Now put the rest of your gym gear on.” I pull out the rest of the items and slide into a pair of compression shorts as well as a loose long sleeved white shirt and loose white shorts. I finish off with a pair of trainers. I’m relieved as he’s not going to expose me to people at the gym. “Follow me, slave.”

Bob heads out of the room and down to his car. He doesn’t tell me where to sit as he gets into the driver’s seat, so I sit in the back. He looks back at me and smiles. “I hope you’re ready for a hard workout slave. This is how it goes. In the pouch behind my seat are 3 envelopes. Each one contains a workout. One is hard, one is very hard and the third is easy. You get to pick an envelope. If you complete the workout, I reduce your time by 12 hours. If you fail, I add 12 hours. Understand?” I nod. “Yes, Sir, that’s very clear.” Bob nods and without saying anything else, he pulls away from the kerb.

As he drives along, I shift uncomfortably in the back seat. The neoprene shortie is already warming me up and it’s difficult to get comfortable. My cock and balls are still strapped up and are visible even through the loose shorts. I try to distract myself by leaning forwards and pulling the envelopes out of the back of Bob’s seat. I look at them, hoping that something will distinguish the easy one from the others, but they’re identical. I pick one and tear it open. I nod as I read the workout – it’s pretty standard general workout with warm-up, time on cardio and then weights exercises. Bob has specified distances, resistances and weights and it all seems pretty reasonable, though as I read through it I realise that everything is about 10% harder than my normal workout. Still, it’ll be a good 2 hours.

We arrive at the gym and get out. Bob leads me into the changing rooms, nodding at mutual acquaintances on the way. He puts his bag away and hands me a towel and a sports bottle already filled with water. Grabbing his towel, he heads into the gym and I follow. Bob checks his watch and we both start to stretch. Just as I’m finishing, he says “By the way, it’s a busy day today so our gym session is only an hour and a half. And it started when we began stretching.” I look at the list again – this is going to be very difficult in the time. But I know I’ll be in more trouble if I complain, so I head for the treadmill.

I’m gasping by the time I finish my run and I check the clock. I have just under an hour, so I get on with the weights. I normally take my time, but today I have to move fast so I rest as little as possible between reps and push myself. I can feel my muscles burning as I’m dealing with heavier weights than normal. The shortie wetsuit is making me sweat and I realise that the white shirt I have over it is going translucent, showing up the neoprene beneath. A couple of the other guys in the weights area have clearly noticed it. I try to ignore them and keep going. I realise I’ve finished my sports bottle so head over to the water fountain for a refill. As I do, Bob joins me. “Twenty minutes to go, slave,” he whispers. “I don’t think you’re going to make it.” I don’t respond, just take a deep gulp of water and then head back to the workout.

With 10 minutes to go, I still have 2 exercises to do – this is looking possible. As I walk across to the bench I can feel my muscles aching, but I think I can do this. Then Bob appears beside me. “You’re looking very hot and sweaty, slave, and I’m worried about you over-heating. So take your shirt off.” I look at him. “What? No.” Bob grins at me “That’s another 30 minutes on your time, slave. Now take your shirt off.” I know I haven’t got a choice, so I strip off the shirt to reveal the neoprene underneath. That wouldn’t be totally unusual, but the chain around my neck is now also visible and the other guys soon notice it. I can see a couple of them nudging each other and looking at me. I can’t worry about that though as I have to get the last 2 exercises done.

I start to push through them, confident that I can get 12 hours taken off my time. Then, as I’m getting ready to lift the bar, I feel the plug in my arse start to vibrate. I falter and move uncomfortably as the buzzing continues. Apart from putting me off, it also makes my strapped up cock go rock-hard which, given the position I’m lying in, makes it very clear to everyone near me. I try to concentrate, but the thing pushed inside me is making me too aroused to focus. Add to that the humiliation as the guy on the squats rack has clearly seen my erection. I grab my towel and drape it over my crotch and try to get my benches done. I manage to do it, but the stimulation continues. I can feel my cock leaking into my shorts and when I lift the towel, I can see that it’s made an obvious stain on my shorts.

I think about continuing, but just can’t take the embarrassment. Holding my towel in front of my crotch, I head for the changing rooms. Bob joins me a few minutes later and sits down beside me. “Another 12 hours, slave,” he says happily.   “It almost looks as though you’re enjoying this.” Bob strips down and heads for the showers – but I haven’t got any clothing to change into, so I sit in the changing rooms and wait. As I do, one of the guys from the weights room comes in and sees me sat there. He nods at me. “Good work out?” I nod back, “yes thanks. Just getting my wind back. Pretty heavy work-out today.” He pulls off his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso and turns to face me. “ So I see. And you got one of those shirts to make you sweat more. Does it help?” As I reply, he strips off his shorts and jockstrap and then wraps a towel around his waist. “It’s the first time I’ve used it, so I don’t know yet. Thought I’d give it a try.” He nods at me as he picks up his wash-bag. “Was considering trying one myself just to shred.” Rather than walking to the showers, he sits down beside me and with one hand picks up the padlock holding the chain in place around my neck. “Didn’t think about locking it on though.” I’m not sure what to say and remain quiet as he lets his hand drop to my thigh where he gently strokes the bulge in my shorts. “Seems to work for you though.” I look at him and see him staring intently into my face. I try to say that it’s not what he thinks and he bursts out laughing. He squeezes my hard cock. “It looks like it’s exactly what I think.” To my relief he stands up and heads towards the shower, but he pauses and turns back. “Maybe next time we could help each other out – once you’ve worked out what it is that I think.” Chuckling to himself, he padded into the shower.

I put my head in my hands and groan – even when this bet is over, I’m going to be living with the consequences of it. As I sit there, I hear someone approach and look up to see Bob stood there. “Hey, slave, I was just talking to Tom. Seems he likes the look of you. I’ve arranged for you to work out with him tomorrow.” I clamp my mouth shut to avoid saying anything and just look at the floor and nod. Bob laughs and pats my shoulder. “That’s right, slave. A good slave doesn’t complain, just keeps his eyes on the floor and shows respect. You’re coming along nicely.” The comment jars with me – I do seem to be falling in line very quickly. But I have to, or he’ll just keep adding time. As it is I’ve got another – I do a swift mental calculation – 2 ½ days to go. I just need to try and avoid making mistakes. As I think that, the buzzing changes again and I look up to see Bob fiddling with his phone. He smiles and shows me the app on it. “Remote control.   Good isn’t it, slave?” I nod, “very good, Sir,” and try not to wince as my aching cock squeezes out some more precum.

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