Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2007 19:23:48 +0000
From: Norm M <nmelicha@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fallen Angel Part 2

When I hit the bar, it was still early, with just a few guys drifting in.
Leather, denim, boots, and even rubber smells over powered my senses.  I
grabbed a stool at the bar, next to another leatherman, aware as I sat down
of the squish of fluid being forced away from my ass.  I ordered a beer and
wondered if he had heard it.  As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior it
was all I could do to keep myself from staring at all the flesh around me.
I kept the shades on, more to hide what I was looking at, than to hide my
face.  As I surveyed the room I found that I was getting a stare or two
myself.  Maybe that was what you were suppose to do!  Not only had I been
in "the closet" I hadn't been out at all except for a few guys here and
there in some very vanilla scenes, watching a porno flick, with a quick
mutual jo.  I was flying by the seat of my pants, a lube to this scene and
I hoped not to obvious.  As I sat sipping my beer I kept wondering, What do
I do?  Maybe I should leave and go home to play with myself.  That had
always worked before!

The bar was getting more crowded, and I decided to stay and enjoy the view
for a bit longer.  No sense being shy now!  As men moved up to the bar to
get a drink or find a place, it didn't take long for me to become part of
the action.

Hands were finding their way along my ass, across my leg, along my back.

Chance brushes?  Planned feels? Who knows but I liked it!  By the time I
was on my fourth beer, I was feeling a bit more relaxed and decidedly
horney.  I wanted to make a contact and figured it was time to start
returning the looks of interest I was getting. I pulled off the shades and
slid them into my breast pocket.

Next to me the classic leatherman turned in his seat and gave me a smile.
Well worn and I might say well filled leather jeans covered a tight body,
the aroma of a man who lived in leather assaulted my nose. His leather
cycle jacket was zipped to the neck, tight gloves and knee high, well
polished boots finished off the look of what I thought must be a typical
Master.  He was well built, a bit gray and sporting a short beard and
mustache.  A hunk of chain was looped at his belt. For a fleeting moment I
wondered what it was for.

"Hey how ya doing?" I asked a little too loud as I eagerly scanned the
room.

"Ok" he replied in a warm, deep voice. He scanned me slowly with his deep
blue eyes.  He had the casual tone of a regular at the bar.  "New here?"

"Is it that obvious?" I said as I turned to face him, " I'm new in town and
thought Id check out this place tonight."

"So, you've got no connections here, no date?" he asked as he blatantly
stared at my crotch and let his hand drop to his crotch and slowly rub it.

"Nope, haven't met a soul yet." I replied, feeling a hot rush and staring
at his growing rod.  Did my face show what I was feeling?  A wicked grin
crept across his, "Nice cuffs ya got there boy."

The use of boy didn't go past me...I decided to play along.  "Thanks...

Sir."

"Oh, you know some manners do you boy.  Good.  You should have used Sir
right from the beginning, but I'll overlook that.  If my guess is right,
this is not only your first time in town, it's your first time in a leather
bar. Am I right boy?"

I was amazed it was so obvious, and answered humbly.  "Yes Sir."

"Well boy, I'm willing to show you a few things, if you're willing and have
enough brains to follow directions.  I don't take on boys who aren't
willing.

The first thing you need to learn is how to respond to me.  The correct
answer will be Sir, Yes Sir! Do you understand that boy?" he asked, eyes
boring into my head.

Awkwardly I answered, "Sir, Yes Sir, I understand, and I am a willing
student Sir."

"That's not loud enough boy and you don't have much conviction in your
voice.  I thought there was something in you, but I was wrong."  he said as
he turned away from me.

"SIR, YES SIR!"  erupted loudly out of my mouth before I even had time to
think.

He turned his attention back to me a surprised look crossing his face,
"Well, maybe there is something in you after all boy."

Looking me over closely he asked "I see you've locked your rubber on for
tonight boy.  You have the key for that collar?"

"SIR, YES SIR!" I answered loudly as I fished into my pocket. Other bar
patrons were now looking on in amusement.  I brought out the key to the
collar and happened to pull out the key that went to the cuffs.

"Hand them here boy, you won't be needing them for a while."  he commanded.

I hesitated.  This was moving too fast this was not the game I thought I
was playing. I looked around at the eager faces watching what I would do.
My future was going to be decided in the next few seconds.

"Shit boy, I'm getting tired of you already.  I'm looking for an eager
slave boy for tonight.  I think I need to move on."  he sighed as he turned
in his seat.

Without thinking I dropped the keys on the bar and looked to see if he
would still respond.  He turned, looked and picked them up.

"Well, boy, You've disappointed me twice already, I don't take to that very
well.  Do it again and you'll pay for it boy.  So you think you're willing
to serve me. Do you understand what you're committing to boy?"

"Sir, yes Sir." was all I squeaked out.

"Not very convincing, but good enough."  he grinned and reached for the
cuffs on my belt.  Using the key, he slowly opened them up and fastened one
around my wrist.  The metallic click sent shock waves up my spine and to my
surprise my dick was beginning to swell.  He pulled my arm behind my back
and grabbed my other wrist.  Soon I was bound and helpless before my new
master.  The chain came out from his belt and he fastened it around my
neck. Apparently I was now his slave boy.

Part 3 Hey barkeep, another beer for my boy!  But you better make it in a
bowl!"  he laughed.

Suddenly a beer was before me, poured into a gleaming dog bowl!

"Go to it boy!  Enjoy it while you can!"

The small crowd was beginning to grow and gather around us.  I could detect
smiles, laughs and some looks of envy as I slowly lowered my head, staring
at a frothy bowl of beer. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and began to
lap at the beer before me.  My new Master, who I found out by his casual
conversations to the onlookers was Tim, seemed to be well known.  As I
timidly worked at my beer, lapping at it like a dog, he watched, reached
over and pushed my face into the bowl and continued chatting with his
friends.

"Hell boy, don't have all night while you play with that drink.  Finish it
or be done with it." he commanded.

With my face dripping wet with beer, I began to eagerly lap, and suck at
the beer, finishing it off as fast as I could get it up.

"Ok boy, time to do a chore."  He smiled and yanked at the chain pulling me
up, beer dripping from my mustache and beard, falling on my clothes and
boots. As I stood, he watched me drip, his eyes following it down to where
it landed on my boots.

"Good idea boy... as he figured out his plan, I hope this is indicator of a
satisfying night!"

He took his glass and poured some beer onto HIS boots.  "Oops, looks like
you've got to clean um up boy!"  he smiled.

Shit, I had never wanted to lick a pair of boots, but now I was being told
to get on my knees and clean a pair!

"Drop boy!  or I'll use my hand on your ass!"  he was near shouting.

I dropped to my knees. my hard cock, suddenly thrust against me, liquid
moving, squeezing against it began to throb. I began using my tongue over
his wet boots and jeans.  The taste of beer and leather, the bits of dirt,
the smells of the bar, was a hell of a turn on!  As I now eagerly worked,
rubbing, licking, making sure his boots were well cleaned, I found myself
getting harder and harder, more than I even thought possible.  Wondering if
I could cum without actually touching myself I was suddenly pulled up, my
new master feeling my cock.

"Ummm good boy, I see boot licking wasn't so bad after all!  You may work
out, but I don't want you cuming now boy."

With that he grabbed my ass and held it, then slapped my dick hard with his
other leather covered hand, the pain causing my dick to recoil.  The moment
was gone, but not for long!  "  Thinking for a second, he motioned to the
bar keeper.  "Hey Jerry, the room downstairs available?"

"I've been keeping it open Tim, thought you might want it!" he said as he
flipped the keys to him.

Master Tim, grabbed the chain and pulled me towards a door at the back of
the room.  Soon we were going down some stairs, and I found myself in a
well appointed dungeon.  Something I had only seen in magazines.  A sling
hung in one corner, eye bolts along the rafters, a cage in another corner.

Toys, restraints, and paddles lined the walls.  There was a dental chair
and a long padded table, that wasn't much more than a board.  Everything I
saw teased me...."put me on!"  Master Tim hauled me over to a tiled area
and fastened the chain around my neck to the ceiling.  Low lights came on,
shining down over me and my growing cock.

"You're a hunk of a man there boy!  I think I'm going to have me some fun
tonight.  First thing I want to do is add a hood that that sweet looking
face.

You're too dammed innocent for my tastes!  I feel like I'm playing with a
choir boy!"

He walked along the wall and brought back a rubber hood.  It appeared to be
a hood that you pulled down over your face, it had eye, small nose and
mouth openings.

"Think you can handle this boy?" he asked, eyes gleaming.

"Sir, Yes Sir!"  I smiled back.

He came at me slowly with the hood, holding it to my nose, forcing me to
smell it's strong rubber sent, pushing it to my mouth.

"Taste it boy, taste the rubber.  You like that?" he probed.

He forced it into my mouth and I eagerly licked and sucked at it, spit
beginning to run down its black softness, my breathing becoming faster, my
eyes answering him.

Master Tim pulled it away and dropped it on a table.  He grabbed a bottle
of lube and slowly poured some over my head, rubbing it around my face,
preparing me for the tightness that was to come.  Satisfied he retrieved
the hood, and positioned it over my head.  He pulled on the edges, forcing
the very tight covering down over my head.  With a soft squishing sound it
slide into place, it's tightness molding to my head, pressing, confining,
binding.  His leather hands rubbed, caressed, and adjusted the hood into
place.

"Ummm very nice" he commented.

I was breathing very hard now, and my rod throbbing. I felt his forceful
hands at my jeans, exploring, rubbing.  Soon the belt was undone, and my
boots were being pulled off, then my jeans.  I stood before him in my
jacket, arms handcuffed behind me, my rubber suit slick and shiny, already
full of cum.

Unfortunately I was finding it harder and harder to keep an erection
despite my excitement, as I really had to piss after all those beers.  I
didn't want to upset my new Master, but finally as he was examining me I
squeaked out, "Sir, could you please undo me, so I can piss.  I've really
got a bladder full."

Master Tim looked at me like I was crazy.  "Piss you say, hell, just do it
boy!

I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you out, so you can hit the can.

Shit you are a greeny.  And now you've gone and made me upset again.  I
warned you boy this would not go well for you.  Gonna have to paddle that
ass boy, you need to learn!"

My angry master grabbed a flat paddle, and began beating my ass as
punishment for my stupidity. I shouted, and cussed and then I started to
cry.  When I knew he wasn't going to relent, I earnestly began to piss into
my rubber suit.  Hot steamy fluid filled what small space there was,
scalding my whipped ass and finally beginning to run down my legs, mixed
with cum and lube.  At last pleased, Master Tim stopped and came around to
my face.

"Boy, that was your first lesson.  Never ask a Master for anything that
will give you comfort or pleasure.  You are here for my pleasure only.  Do
you understand that?"

Between gasps, I managed to answer, SIR, YES SIR!

"Shit" he said, "even with the hood on, you're still a choir boy."

He pulled my head up and moved closer.  His rough hand cradled my chin and
he pulled my closer staring eye to eye until his lips pressed against mine
as he kissed me deep and hard.  Our lips, tongues, and juices mingling long
and passionately, his firm hands now on the back of my head, refusing to
release me as he pressed himself against my face. As he pulled away, he
stared at me, eyes again meeting eyes, messages flashing between us.

"You've been waiting a long time for that haven't you boy?"

"Yes Sir", was all that I could manage.  Tears began to well.  I had waited
for this moment a long time and I suddenly realized I needed to belong to
someone, to be controlled, to be taught.  I pulled myself together, and
straightened up my body.

Sensing my resolution, a grin swept over Master Tim as he realized I was no
longer a lost cause.

Part 4 "Hmmm, what to do with you.  I think you're next lesson must be in
how to serve a master."  He grabbed a gag from the wall that would force me
to keep my mouth open.  The rubber covered ring was wide and he pulled it
tight against my rubberized face, forcing it into my mouth, stretching the
small rubber hole at my mouth.  Rubber squealed against rubber as he
finally pushed it into place.

"Don't try to talk boy, I've got other things in mind for you." he said as
I tried to adjust my jaw around the forced intrusion.  I was moaning
softly.....

He unfastened the handcuffs and brought my wrists in front of me,
reattaching them.  "Got to give you a little room to play with boy."

Drool was now dripping out of my widely stretched mouth, and I moved my
hands up to wipe.

"No boy, just let it run....it will come in handy in a moment.

Master Tim unfastened the chain from the ceiling and pushed me down to my
knees, my cock again pressed tightly between the rubber and my body.  Using
the chain, he attached it around my ankles making it impossible for me to
get up.

"Now boy, time to please your Master."

Not knowing exactly what he wanted, I waited quietly, breathing heavily
through my mouth.  Impatiently he pushed his leather covered crotch into my
face.

"Do I have to draw you a map boy?"

Awkwardly I used my confined hands to unfasten his jeans and pull down the
zipper.

"Good boy, now you're cooking.  But you should know a good slave wouldn't
have even needed his hands!"

I eagerly drooled, and reached into the dark recesses with my tongue and
bound hands to pull out his dick.  Hugh, and to my surprise rubber covered!
As my tongue continued to explore his hidden insides, I discovered rubber,
as far up as I could reach and as far down!  This dude was a rubber man
under all that leather!  So that's why he noticed me. The rubber suit.

"Well boy, now you know my little secret.  Rubber is a big turn on to me!
Your tight body in that rubber suit had me drooling right from the
beginning.

The sound of your cum and lube moving around in there nearly had me on my
knees licking your crotch!  Now prove it to me that I ain't wasting my
time."

I pulled his dick loose, and quickly pushed my forcefully opened mouth over
it.

The spit, and my tongue quickly made it slick and I was soon sucking for
all I was worth.  My tongue lapped over and around his stiff dick.  I found
I could take it pretty deep, and that seemed to please Master Tim.  Soon I
found his hands on the back of my rubberized head, forcing me down farther
and farther, until his tool was scraping the back of my throat.  Within
moments he was swelling even more than I thought possible as hot cum began
to fill his rubbery sheath.  The heat warmed my mouth, and I only wished he
was pumping hot cum down my throat.

Master Tim finished with a shudder, and pulled his dick from my mouth.

"Well, well boy, I am surprised.  I think you may have earned a bit of fun
for yourself!"

Looking around the room his eyes landed on a heavy dive suit along the
wall.

It was one of those old fashioned deep sea suits with the heavy metal
helmet, weighted belt, and weighted feet. The suit hung suspended inside a
real diving stage used on ships!

"How'd you like to spend the rest of the night in there boy?"

I was both excited and scared.  "SIR, YES SIR!" I practically screamed.

"Excellent boy!"  He unfastened the chain around my neck and ankles, took
off the handcuffs and pulled me up.  My arms went around him, more for
support than anything, but feeling him, holding him, I pulled myself close
to his chest.  My wet tongue flicked out and caressed his leather jacket.

"Oh, so you want to explore do you boy....open my jacket."

With shaking hands, I opened his jacket and discovered a totally covered
rubber body.  My head sunk into the warm smells of leather mingled with
rubber and immediately began licking his tits, and worked my way to his
pits, sucking as best I could with the ring gag, on the hot smelly rubber.

"God, I've corrupted the choir boy!" he whispered as he pulled me up to his
face.  His tongue flicking out to brush against mine.  His hands wrapping
around my head, pulling me toward him, unfastening the gag and finishing
with a quick kiss.

"Now I've got to get you into that suit boy, after tonight, I'll have to
call you "Hells Angel! or better yet the Fallen Angel!"  He pulled me over
to the rack andwe worked at removing the leather harness that held the
wondrous suit and helmet up.  It was fastened to the stage, suspended,
almost magically, as if a man already occupied that confining space.  I was
hard just looking at it.

Part 5 The suit, Master Tim informing me it was called the dress, appeared
to be made of canvas, but closer inspection confirmed my wishes...the
inside was a heavy layer of rubber!  There was a gleaming copper helmet and
heavy leather strapping attached to the outside. A specially made harness
held the helmet up and the the heavy suit it place. Anyone in there was
going no where in a hurry!

Master Tim and I pulled the lead belt off then began working at the leather
harness, attached, to the breast plate that helped hold up the wondrous
helmet.

Finally released, we held the heavy copper hardhat with the tiny glass
windows.

Master Tim pulled it to his face and eagerly sniffed.  I had the feeling he
had spent many an evening inside this dress himself. We gently laid it on
the floor and then went back to or task.  We then worked off the
breastplate that fastened to the suit, the piece designed to hold the
helmet to the suit.  As the dress finally feel into Master Tim's arms, he
pulled it close.

"I can still smell the last man to be in here boy, understand what a treat
I am bestowing on you!"

Smiling he began opening the heavy rubber suit, and beckoned me to come
closer.

Inhale that smell boy, do you recognize the smell of cum yet?  This suit
has seen years of wear, and hard play.  Cum has been worked into every
crease and fold, every rubbery surface has had sweat and man juices.
Breath it in deeply boy, this smell will haunt you for the rest of your
life.  He breathed slowly and soon had my head inside the suit, breathing,
licking, drooling on the inside!

"Enough talk, it's time for a quiet rest boy!  Come here and lets get you
geared up!" he said.

I sat on a small bench and we worked my legs into to heavy dark rubber, its
coolness as well as anticipation sending chills over my body.  The bulky
suit was carefully worked up my body, arms pushed into the sleeves, and my
head forced through the heavy rubber gasket at the neck. The suit was
slowly pressed along my body, enclosing me into it's rubbery embrace.  Next
came the heavy breastplate that bolted to the collar gasket. Another layer
of weight pulled on my body as he finished the task.  Could I really handle
this I wondered?  The leather jock strap was added to the suit, Master Tim
forcing me to bend over, so he could make the wide leather jockstrap
through my crotch as tight as he could.

When he was finished, I could barely stand, the leather was pulled so
tight.

Master Tim helped me move to the diving stage.  The leaded shoes were
already on the metal platform, and once up, I fit my feet into them and
Master Tim fastened them down.  He then replaced the heavy weighted belt to
the suit and smiled at his accomplishments.

"This is really heavy Sir!"  escaped my mouth.

"Good!  Now I know you won't be going anywhere!"

As I tried to adjust to the weight, he pulled my arms to my sides and
fastened them with some more leather strapping.  "Hmmm just the way I like
my boys, helpless."  he smirked.

With effort Master Tim picked up the shiny helmet and slowly brought it to
my face.

"Are you ready to be sealed inside this baby boy?  Once inside you are my
helpless plaything."  he laughed.  His voice sounded light, but I realized
this was no longer a game.

I nervously shook my head yes, not knowing if I really wanted to be
"sealed"

inside anything, unable to control even the air I needed. I had put myself
in the hands of a man I didn't know....with intentions I could only guess
at.

Maybe by the end of this night, I would never see daylight again,
maybe....I wouldn't make it, maybe.....


Part 6 My breathing became labored and intense.  I was beginning to panic
as I saw the huge heavy hardhat lowered to the suit.

All the while, Master Tim was reassuring me that I was safe in his
hands. But could I believe him?  It was too late to wonder, now it was time
to accept what I had allowed this man to do to me.

Already the heat was beginning to build up, and surprisingly I found myself
rising to the occasion!

Master Tim struggled to lower the copper helmet down over my head. Once
resting on the breastplate He firmly held it and began to search for the
threads.

Suddenly it was home and he gave it a tremendous twist.  I felt it turn
into place, sealing me inside the musty and metallic smelling chamber.

"Enjoy it boy!"  he said as he made the final adjustments.

My panic erupted as I assumed there was no air inside this metal ball....

"Don't worry boy...you'll be fine, just as soon as I get your air started
that is!

My air!  Sucking air from the musty helmet, I could breath...but for how
long?  I began thrashing my head back and forth, scared and sure I would
die in this suit.

"You fucker...don't let me die in this suit" I screamed.  "Turn the air
on!"

He looked at me through the small port smiling at his helpless boy.

"Having fun yet boy?  Do you feel the rush of danger mixed with the smell
of rubber. Is my little sex slave worried that he isn't going to get out?
Feel the pull of the leather around your body. Sense every drop of sweat
running down you face.  Taste the metal, and the salt of the sea and the
acid of the rubber.

Become aware of you cock throbbing out of control!"  He said as he pressed
his hand against my swollen prick.

The air I was breathing was leaving the helmet, but no fresh air was coming
in!

As I gasped for air I thought would suddenly be gone, I realized I was
pulling air out of the suit.  With each breath the suit became tighter and
tighter against my body.  Every breath smelled and tasted more and more of
rubber.  As the endless seconds past, thinking I was near death, the air
became even more stale and steamy.  I couldn't see out at all and began
thrashing more and more.

"Die?  not on your life boy...I have more planned for you than a hole six
feet deep!"

"Now calm down, there is still enough air in there for a minute of two!"
Give me time to fasten the strapping back to the breastplate.  Otherwise
the weight of this gear will kill ya before the lack of air will!"

"Shit, a minute or two, I was screaming, then what!  Slow suffocation?"

But his words hit me, I could smell and taste the metal mixed with sweat
and rubber.  My whole body was alive with sensations...panic, and a sexual
surge through my body strangely mingled as I pulled steamer and heavy
rubber scented air from the depths of the suit. Feeling strained, I was
relieved when I finally felt the weight of the helmet lessen as the final
straps were attached and pulled.  The majority of the weight was now
supported by the stage, and although I was aware of the mass of the suit, I
was not suffering from the pull of the weight.

Master Tim must have gone to the wall and adjusted the regulator. To my
relief the slight hiss of air began pumping into the helmet, not giving me
the amount of air I was trying to suck, but enough......

"That better boy?  You've got to learn to trust your Master.  You life is
not something I like to trifle with.  Bring you to the edge .....

definitely....but never over!"

"Now for my fun boy!"  Master Tim produced some more heavy leather
strapping that he began to wrap around my body, fastening me to the
supports of the diving stage.  More straps were passed through my crotch
pulling my cock even tighter against my body. Pain and excitement raced to
my brain.  Finally satisfied that I was immobile and most of the weight was
distributed to the frame, Master Tim reached down to the floor of the
platform and it suddenly fell away.  The heavy boots dropped, pulling my
body even tighter against the restraints.  I could hear the suit and my
body creak against the straps, as we slowly swayed suspended.  With my arms
to my sides, I was now hanging from the supports, boots and waist belt
dragging my rubber wrapped body down! Thank god the helmet was attached to
the top bars, or I would have been broken by the tremendous weight.

I was gasping for breath, excited and at the same time struggling against
the pull and the pain.  I was hot inside the suit and my sweat was
beginning to run down my body in rivers.

"Oh shit, Master Tim, you gotta let me out of here!"  I was shouting at the
glass port before me.

Master Tim seemed pleased, and walked around me for several minutes
examining, adjusting my swinging body, touching my throbbing cock and ass,
cruelly squeezing my tits through the heavy rubber, enjoying my grunts of
pain.

I don't know how long I hung there, unable to move, unable to do anything
about my situation.

I began to concentrate on my breathing.  In, out, regular breaths.  The
words he used before began circulating through my head.

Taste it, feel it, get in touch with it.  Enjoy it.

I began identifying the smells, savoring each and every one.  My body
order, the lube, rubber, stale air, cum, metal.  Each breath began to bring
to me new experiences, new tastes, increased excitement.

I began to identify sweat as it dripped, feeling it slide over my cock,
surround my balls, lubing my body under the hot tight leather and rubber.
I could swing my feet a bit and discovered that even that movement would
counter the pain, or sent new tension to different parts of my body.

By pushing my body a certain way I could increase and decrease the pressure
on my cock.  Shit I thought I might even be able to make myself cum!  I was
learning that I didn't have to be a passive player in this session.

I was unaware of Master Tim as he went to the wall and soon returned with
some "toys."

I strained to see through the small ports but couldn't make out what he had
in his hands.

Standing in front of me, he produced What looked like an orbital sander and
a neoprene pad! That would make one hell of a vibrator!! Pressing it
against my dangling body, I jumped at the sensation, sending my weighted
feet swaying, intensifying the feeling of tightness I had at my groin.  On
and off, he attacked parts of my body, settling at my cock only
occasionally.  I was panting, sweating, and now begging him to let me cum
instead of letting me out!

Part 7 Master Tim left me hang for what seemed like hours, letting me cycle
through excitement, panic, curiosity, and fatigue.  He seemed to know just
when his presence was needed.

Once through the night, my Master used the paddle on me again.  Whacking it
hard against my ass, sending me swinging...the pain coursing through my
ass.

I was screaming, and crying, and in some strange way enjoying it.  At times
it seem like he was going to beat all of the pent up emotions inside of me
out.

Maybe he did.

Finally after a time I could not even being to calculate, Master Tim pushed
the sander against my swollen, throbbing cock and held it there until I was
moaning, and screaming and finally shooting.  For many long minutes hot
white cream shot up my tube, blasting against my body, filling the latex
body suit now plastered against me.

The leather straps holding me forced the cum to spread over me, and I found
myself jumping as best as I could against my restraints, milking myself to
keep the orgasm going as long as I could.

Eventually the flooring was fastened back into place and I felt some relief
from the weight.  I spent the rest of the night in that suit, water running
down my body, breathing hard, wishing for release, and hoping it would
never come.  I learned about my desires, and my limits. I came to know my
body and accept who I was.  His teasing continued relentlessly, as he
relayed his "rule" for me.

"Four is your lucky number tonight boy!  Make it four shots, and I'll think
about letting you out of there!"

I was able to meet my Masters expectations, my body wracked and tired, but
satisfied beyond belief.  He required the last blast to be the one I
created on my own.  Swinging in the suit, bouncing against the straps,
putting everything out of my head except shooting another load into my
cocoon.  Finally, drenched in sweat, hot, tired but still excited I
unloaded number four. Pushing against the restraints, tensing my body,
gasping for breath and only finding stale rubbery air, I was shouting....

"YES, OH MAN YES!"  as my hot cream flowed for the fourth time into my
rubber suit.  With a shutter, my body totally relaxed, I collapsed against
the restraints and fell into a light sleep.

In the early hours of the next day, Master Tim unfastened me, and
meticulously removed the helmet.  Having released me from the metal helmet
he grabbed the bottom of the latex hood and pulled it off my soaked
head. Somehow, this experience had changed me.  My emotions were high, and
I was willing to go wherever this man led me. He sensed it and I knew it.

Slowly and without much conversation Master Tim undressed me.  Stripped of
the heavy suit I felt like a new person.  Standing before him I felt
strangely naked, in my thin rubber body suit.

As he looked me over he commented...."Definitely an Angel from Hell Boy!
No more choirboy look for you!  You smell like a man now, and hold yourself
like a man. As he stared deep into my eyes he knew, the fear was gone,
replaced with a healthy respect.  I think you're well on the way to
learning the life of a slave boy."

He sat quietly as I cleaned up the telltale remains of our night.  When all
was washed and packed away, he threw me my leather, and watched as I pulled
it on over my wet, pissed, and cum filled latex without a hesitation.
After I zipped myself in he moved over to me and rubbed my cock, knowing
that the pressure of his hand was pushing cum and lube out of the shortie
suit, and forcing it to run down my legs. He took joy is rubbing it around,
working it into my leather knowing he could still get me hard after all I
had been through. Marking me with the sent and spunk of a man.  My leathers
would never be the same and I was glad of it.  He led me back up the
stairs, and over to the bar.  At this early hour, there were but a few men
left to close the place as he bought me a last beer.

"Well boy, you did well tonight.  I had my doubts, but you came through.

Show back up here tomorrow, and I'll see about lesson 2.

"SIR?"

"Boy, there is more to being a Master's slave than one nights pleasure.

There are ways to serve that you haven't even dreamed of yet.  I can teach
you....but only if you're willing. Now go home, you're bugging me."

"SIR, THANK YOU SIR!"  I said, as I downed my beer, turned and left.

When I got home, I sank to my bed, my leather and rubber well used,
smelling great, body sore, but satisfied. Too tired to change I fell into
another light sleep, still dressed, cum finding it's way through the seals
around my legs to soak into my leather jeans. I was barely aware that I
didn't have the key to the lock around my neck.  A smile crossed my face
and as I drifted into a deeper slumber. I wondered how the hell could I
discretely wear this rubber body suit to work tomorrow?  Guess it's time to
screw discretion and be the man I want to be.