GREYS CLUB
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Written for Pink Triangle by Elric Bonds
WANTED
ARE YOU YOUNG, HEALTHY, CLEAN AND GOOD LOOKING?
ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A DIFFERENT TYPE OF JOB?
AN EXCLUSIVE MEN'S CLUB IN LONDON REQUIRES
HEALTHY YOUNG MEN TO HELP KEEP THEIR GUESTS
AMUSED AND ENTERTAINED. LONG HOURS ARE EXPECTED,
BUT THE REWARDS ARE HIGH.
APPLY NOW TO GREYS
This looks interesting thought Steve as he glanced through the
pages of his favourite gay magazine. Long hours didn't bother him, he
was really a night owl in any case.
He dialled the number on the ad. After two rings the call was an-
swered.
"Hello" said a deep masculine voice, "Greys, can I help you?"
"Eh! yes", said Steve. "I'm phoning about the ad in..", "Ah yes!"
interrupted the voice on the other end. "What's your name?"
"Steven Clarkson."
"And how old are you Steve?", enquired the voice.
"I'm 25", replied Steve.
"Well look Steve, I must be honest with you, this is rather an un-
usual job. It's obvious from your reading matter what you are into,
but how do you feel about the 'heavier' side of life. For example, do
you have any fetishes?"
"That's a bit personal, Mr... sorry, what is your name?", said
Steve.
"Sorry about that Steve, just call me Pete!"
"OK, look Pete, how are these questions relevant to the job?" en-
quired Steve.
"I'm sorry to be so blunt Steve, but they are relevant, unfortu-
nately I really can't give you any more information over the phone
just like that. If you are interested in the jobs we have, I really
must ask you to bear with me. If you're unwilling to answer my ques-
tions we can leave it here and now!"
"OK!" said Steve. "Yes, I do have fetishes; I am rather keen on...
On... well, I'm keen on leather and things".
"There's no need to be embarrassed Steve", said Pete, "there's re-
ally no shame in admitting to it!"
"If you're willing, I think it may be worth your while coming to
see me for a better chat. What about tomorrow evening, say about 8
o'clock?".
"Em, yes, OK, that's fine. Isn't it possible to come earlier in
the day?" replied Steve.
"I'm afraid not Steve, you see I need to catch up on my sleep dur-
ing the day; the club does keep rather irregular hours you know". OK,
now here's the address and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow".
Said Pete, and with that he hung up and left a dumbfounded Steve hang-
ing on the purring line.
Steve was intrigued. Pete had asked some pretty strange questions
and his comments about the club only made the whole episode more in-
teresting.
The next day, Steve was very restless in anticipation of the
evenings interview. As the day drew on, he became more and more ex-
cited. At last it was time to leave.
Remembering the curious question about fetishes, Steve decided to
go by bike and so have an excuse to wear his leathers. He also chose
to wear his leather boxer shorts and singlet under the leathers and
finished the outfit with his heavy boots, gloves and helmet.
As he raced through the night, Steve's anticipation mounted. Ah,
there's the address. His destination was a large house in the centre
of London. Steve pulled into the drive; dismounted; removed his helmet
and approached the front door.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the bell and waited. Within a minute
the door was answered. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. Standing in
front of him was a gorgeous hunk of a man. He introduced himself as
Pete and invited Steve into the house.
"Well", said Pete. "I'm glad that you dressed for the occasion,
Steve, let me take your helmet."
Steve handed his helmet to Pete together with his gloves. "No, you
hang on to your gloves Steve, you may need them!", said Pete handing
them back to him.
Pete led the way into a large room at the back of the house and
pointed Steve towards a seat near a roaring fire. Steve was beginning
to regret wearing all leather, this room was much too hot for his com-
fort.
Steve slid the zip down on the front of his leathers, exposing the
leather singlet underneath.
"No, don't do that Steve. Leave it as it is!", said Pete as he
reached over and put his hand on Steve's, and slowly drew the zip up
to the very top and even fastened the neck strap of the leathers.
"There, that's more cosy" commented Pete as he handed Steve a Gin
& Tonic. "Now, to business" finished Pete as he sat opposite Steve.
Steve sipped his drink in amazement.
"Greys...", began Pete, "... is an exclusive club. It gets its
name from the standard colour code. The purpose of the club is to pro-
vide its members with a suitable environment in which to enjoy their
interests. We aim to provide a visually stimulating atmosphere".
Pete went on; "the way we achieve this is better shown than ex-
plained. Take a look in that folder". Steve reached over to the coffee
table and picked up a photographic folder.
Inside were photographs of scenes from Greys. They showed a pala-
tial and sumptuous room in which were seated various men. The only
common thing about the men was that they were all dressed in leather
and/or rubber.
On closer inspection; the photographs revealed a more curious
sight. There were many large ornamental fittings around the room. At
first they looked like part of the decor, but they revealed themselves
to be men in various stages and forms of bondage.
On one wall there was an inflated rubber sack which was only
vaguely man-shaped, from the head region came a single rubber tube
which was obviously used for breathing.
Next to this was another form. This one showed bits of bronzed
skin peeking between layers of wide rubber strapping. The head was en-
closed in a rubber hood outside of which was a tight gag with a rubber
tube ending in a bulb used to inflate an internal gag.
Across the room other forms were evident. A muscular form which
was completely encased in hard shining leather was spread-eagled
against a wall and securely strapped in place.
The man's cock was exposed to which weights had been suspended.
Although gagged with an O-ring gag, the rest of his face was visible.
Saliva was dripping from his mouth and it was obvious that he had been
there for some time.
Many other muscular forms lay about the room, some securely bound
with ropes to chairs; others securely strapped with either leather or
rubber and simply left lying on the rich carpeting of the room.
There were even two or more bodies secured together. In what was
obviously a specially constructed device, were two men face to face.
Each was gagged, but the gags were joined together, thus keeping them
both eye-to-eye at all times.
Their arms were enclosed in tight single sheath gloves made of
rigid leather. Their legs were similarly enclosed. Tight leather
straps held their muscular straining bodies together while the two
cocks were securely strapped together. The effect was electric.
Steve's temperature rose even more at the sight of these exotic
forms and he could feel his own member stirring deep in the confines
of his own leather gear in response to the visual stimulation before
him.
"Well Steve", asked Pete. Steve pulled his eyes from the pho-
tographs with some effort and gulped in response.
"What do you think", continued Pete. "The men in those photographs
are dedicated to the art of bondage. They spend hours bound and gagged
in any one of a number of different ways. The main aim is the satis-
faction of the clients and the bodies of the escorts belong to the
client while they are bound".
"Fantasies are enacted in Greys for both clients and escorts. My
men can decide how they want to be secured for the night, or their
fate will be decided by a client who has a particular interest", con-
cluded Pete.
"I've never seen anything like it in my life", gulped Steve. "I
didn't realise that there were so many ways of securing a body".
"What you see there is only a small sample", Pete replied, "Do you
think that being in a similar situation would suit you Steve?"
"I don't know. I like what I see. I don't suppose it would be that
difficult to endure", replied Steve.
A knowing smile crossed Pete's lips and he asked "How about trying
it out then; a sort of Aptitude Test if you like!"
Steve's mind raced, he had never been bound and gagged by anyone
in his whole life. Although the subject interested him, he had never
personally indulged in any form of bondage or restricted practices.
He was torn between apprehension and longing. Pete sensed this and
said, "Look Steve, it needn't be anything as severe as you see in
those pictures; I will choose something fairly mild".
"Well... Okay then..", said Steve. "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just put yourself into my hands Steve, you will be quite
safe", said Pete. "Come with me Steve, we may as well get started".
Steve stood up and followed Pete out of the door. His body was
soaked in perspiration and his leather clothes were stuck to his body
making it quite difficult to move quickly.
Pete led the way to a door near the back of the house, as Pete
opened the door Steve could see stairs leading down. "I have a minia-
ture clubroom set up in the basement, so that the test can be carried
out in authentic surroundings", said Pete over his shoulder.
The basement was nicely decorated and sumptuously carpeted. There
were no signs of the club atmosphere and paraphernalia as depicted in
the photographs.
Pete walked over to a large cupboard and opened the doors. Inside
Steve could see many items of leather and rubber. He was too far away
to make out any distinct items. Pete rummaged in the cupboard and re-
turn to where Steve was with an armful of leather straps.
He dumped the load onto a large couch next to where Steve was
standing.
"Put your gloves on Steve" said Pete. Steve only then remembered
that he was still carrying his gloves and slowly pulled them on.
"Turn around and put your hands behind you back Steve", Steve did
so and Pete picked up a leather strap and wrapped it around Steve's
gloved wrists and fastened the buckle.
Steve's stomach was churning in anticipation and apprehension. As
if Pete sensed this he said "don't worry Steve, you're quite safe".
The churning continued, but Steve succumbed to Pete's ministra-
tions. "Sit on the couch Steve", said Pete, placing a hand on Steve's
shoulder and helping him down. Pete picked up another strap and wound
this around Steve's booted ankles. Steve's apprehension grew as he re-
alised that he was at the mercy of this strange, attractive man.
Steve tugged at his bonds but found them unyielding. Pete was now
securing a leather strap around Steve's knees, just below the kneecap.
This was pulled tight and buckled in place. Next a similar strap was
applied above the knees.
"Upsa daisy" said Pete as he pulled Steve to his feet. The sensa-
tion was strange to Steve, his legs were now totally secured and were
unable to respond to his directions. Steve staggered while trying to
flex his leg muscles and was steadied by Pete. "Oops, are you okay?",
asked Pete.
"Yes, I suppose so, although a I feel a little strange", replied
Steve. "That's only to be expected", said Pete and continued "do you
want to go on with this?"
The question reassured Steve, he suddenly felt that although he
had no control of his own, Pete's concern implied his safety. "No,
that's okay, I've come this far, I might as well see it through" Steve
replied.
"Right then" Pete said and returned to his task. The next strap
was very wide and was applied to Steve's thighs. Although the straps
bit deeply into Steve's leathered form, they did not cause any pain or
discomfort.
"Now the top half" commented Pete, almost to himself. As Steve
stood there a leather strap was passed over his head and pulled
tightly in around his chest and buckled at the back.
While Pete passed the next strap around Steve's waist, he came
very close to Steve and said "I hope that you're enjoying this as much
as I am?".
Steve was feeling very strange by this time, his body was sweating
within the confines of his leathers, and the leather straps around his
body were combining to effect.
Steve's upper body was now securely strapped; all movements were
impossible. Steve was still standing and was only able to follow Pete
with his eyes as he walked around Steve's strapped body.
"Well you can't stand all night, can you Steve" said Pete and with
that he picked Steve up as if he were a baby. Steve had never felt so
helpless in all his life and the overall effect was making his cock
throb furiously. The ache from his groin was becoming unbearable. He
was deposited on the couch.
"How to you feel about a gag or hood, Steve?" asked Pete. "It is
customary to test applicants fully, but as this is the first time you
have ever been bound, you may want to opt out" he concluded.
"You do whatever you would normally do Pete" replied Steve.
"Right then" said Pete as he bent down to pick up the final item
from the couch. It turned out to be a full cover hood made of heavy
leather. There were tie strings at the back together with a zip.
"Open up Steve" said Pete as he stood behind Steve and lowered the
hood over his head. Steve looked up just in time to see the hood en-
gulf his head and a large wedge gag was forced between his teeth. The
hood was tightened in place and Steve was left gasping and mumbling
through the gag.
Steve felt the zipper being pulled down and a neck strap tightened
in place. He was in total darkness, all he could hear was the sound of
his own breathing inside the heavy leather of the hood. He felt a sud-
den panic and attempted to struggle at his bonds.
Suddenly Pete's voice came through the hood; "Unless you are hav-
ing breathing difficulties Steve, I should save your efforts. Remember
if I have to release you now, then you have failed the test and can
forget about joining the club. Now calm down and nod your head three
times if you are having difficulties."
Steve pondered the possibility of losing contact with this man and
sat still and calmed his breathing.
"That's better" came Pete's voice once more. "I am going to lay
you on the floor now Steve, so don't worry when you are moved".
Steve grunted through the gag as he was lifted once more and
placed on the floor.
The room was quiet and Steve lay there not knowing what would hap-
pen next. Suddenly he heard voices, many voices. He was concerned and
started to struggle futilely.
Then he felt hands on his body, tugging at the straps, stroking
his leathered head. He felt caressing hands at his groin and he was
lifted slightly while hands kneaded his firm buttocks through the
leather suit.
Steve felt as if he would explode, his body was tingling with
pleasure, his cock was crying for relief. All he could do was moan
through the gag and endure the never-ending caressing.
Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. Again the room grew
quiet as the voices receded and Steve felt as if he were now alone in
the room. He tried to shout to someone for release, but all he could
manage was a muffled grunt.
He lay there for an eternity. He lost track of time completely
while his body subsided from the levels to which it had been taken.
Steve dozed. He was roused by the return of the voices, again he at-
tempted to attract attention, but to no avail.
His mouth and face were wet inside the hood with saliva from his
gagged mouth, he could feel trickles of moisture running down his face
and other parts of his body.
Steve started as he again felt hands manipulating his body, lift-
ing and kneading his body. He suddenly heard a faint buzzing sound,
while trying to cock his head to hear better he felt a touch at his
groin.
Steve felt something being strapped around his waist, followed by
more manipulations as another strap was passed between his tightly
bound legs. The buzz increased in volume and pitch.
As the sound increased Steve began to feel a strange sensation be-
low. His cock was responding to the vibrations which had now reached a
new pitch. His breathing become heavier as the vibrations spread
through his lower body.
Steve strained against his bonds and pitched his body in an at-
tempt to shake loose the fiendish device which was wracking his body
with its caressing touch. He grunted and groaned through his gag but
his thrashing body could not stop the vibrations.
As the vibrations buried deeper into his body, Steve could think
of nothing but the sensations flowing through his body. As the pitch
mounted higher still Steve could contain himself no longer, with a
mighty burst his tortured penis released its load in a violent orgas-
mic explosion.
Steve's body became rigid as the waves of pleasure and pain shot
through his body. There was no release however, and the vibrations
continued to control his body. As the climax of the first orgasm re-
ceded, another was mounting.
Steve's body was shaking and his breathing was coming in rasping
gasps, again his body began to tense as the orgasm mounted to explo-
sion point. As his straining cock shot its load for a second time
Steve's body relaxed.
Steve was now out of this world, his body did not belong to him,
he could do nothing but stay submerged in the depths of his bonds and
await his fate. His mind was desperate as the vibrations continued, Is
is possible to die of pleasure?
The vibrations ceased and Steve's mind relaxed somewhat at the
thought of release. His body was soaked in sweat, the leather under-
wear and suit clinging to his skin absorbing most of the moisture and
binding itself to his skin.
The device was unstrapped and removed from his groin; and his
breathing subsided into rasps. His jaw ached for release from the
cruel gag which locked him away from the world of communication and
release of tension.
As he began to relax and consider his predicament and possible
fate, he again felt strong hands lifting his body, he felt himself
placed on a seat still bound. Then the straps about his legs were be-
ing removed. First his thighs, then the knees and finally the ankles.
His mind smiled as he contemplated release. He became eager and
mumbled for them to hurry. They could not understand of course, but
they had their own ideas in any case, this was still a test.
Steve suddenly felt straps being re-applied to his legs which were
now secured apart to what was obviously legs of a strong chair. He
started to struggle, but it was too late, his booted ankles were al-
ready secure and escape was impossible.
Next his knees were secured to the chair, and his legs were held
rigidly open. Then Steve felt the straps around his body being loos-
ened and he thought furiously about escape once his arms were free.
His instructor however was experienced and despite his superior
strength wanted to maintain the helplessness of his captive. So, on
releasing his arms from his body, they were immediately re-secured to
the chair before Steve's wrists were unstrapped.
Steve flailed his arms in vain as the strap was removed from his
wrists. But his upper arms had already been secured and it took very
little effort to re-secure each wrist in turn to the chair. Steve was
now securely strapped to the chair.
In one way, Steve was glad of the change of position, his arms and
legs were beginning to tingle as the circulation was restored. All he
could do now was wait.
He didn't have to wait long. He felt hands at the top of his suit
undoing the buckled neck-strap. Then the zip was pulled down and Steve
could feel cool air caressing his chest and shoulders. Suddenly fin-
gers were tracing lines on his chest in smooth motions which to
Steve's surprise began to arouse him again.
Again, there was more manipulation as his arms were released once
more. This time however, it was clear as to the reason. The leather
suit was pulled over his shoulders to rest on his lower arms. His up-
per arms were once more secured while his lower arms were released.
As each wrist was released, the suit was pulled down and off his
arms completely. After a while, his upper body was free of the suit
completely. The same process was carried out on his lower body, first
his upper legs were released to allow the suit to be pulled further
down his body.
Finally, his ankles were released, his boots removed and the suit
was taken completely off. His ankles were bound once more after the
removal of the suit.
Steve felt a sudden chill as he sat secured and vulnerable. He was
still wearing the hood and could not see or communicate with his cap-
tor.
He was a wonderful sight to Pete and the other men who had joined
him for the test. Steve's muscular, lithe body was dress in leather
singlet and boxer shorts, his body was now exposed to their view. The
leather straps bit deeply into the bronzed flesh of Steve's arms and
legs.
The next part of the test was being prepared. This involved the
removal of all of Steve's clothes. Without releasing Steve and spoil-
ing the atmosphere of the test, they had no choice but to remove the
rest of his clothes by cutting them off.
Experience showed that a better effect was achieved if the victim
could see this process being carried out. To do this Pete went to the
supply cupboard and found what he was looking for.
Returning to Steve, he went behind the bound form and started to
remove the leather hood. He knew that the first thing Steve would do
would be to flex his jaws and he would have to time things well.
As the hood was loosened from his head, Steve thought that the
test was over and he was ready for release, although he was a little
confused by being re-bound to the chair.
The gag was pulled out of his mouth and the hood was lifted clear.
Steve squinted he once again saw the lights around him. He opened his
mouth in pleasure and flexed his jaw in relief.
Just as he opened his mouth he felt something thrust in. A wide
strap was pulled around his face and secured behind his head. He could
feel something cold and flaccid in his mouth and tried to push it out
with his tongue.
He couldn't remove it because of the strap around his face. Then
it seemed to be expanding. He could he something behind him and he
strained to look around. There was Pete holding a rubber bladder at-
tached by a tube to his face strap.
Suddenly Steve knew what was going on, the bulb in his mouth was
expanding as air was pumped into it by Pete. The gag now filled his
mouth and he was once more cut off from communicating with Pete.
Then he noticed that there were other people in the room. He
looked back and saw about half a dozen men seated and standing around
him. Each of the men was dressed in a transparent latex suit which
covered them from head to toe.
Steve couldn't believe his eyes. The men before him were very well
developed, their muscular forms could be seen beneath the rubber. The
suits they wore had only eye holes and two small tubes protruded from
the nose piece, these were obviously used for breathing.
Steve noticed that the suits zipped up the back and each of the
suits had a small padlock at the very top which stopped them from be-
ing removed without a key. He had the distinct impression that the
only keys around would be with Pete.
All features were visible beneath the suits of these men. Body
hair could be seen flattened and moistened by the rubber. The only
other opening in the suits was at the crutch. Each of the men had
their cock and balls outside of the suit and strapped at the base.
Then Steve noticed something strange about the mouths of these
men. They were stuffed with what looked like large rubber wedges.
These guys were gagged.
Pete was talking to him and he pulled his attention away from the
hunks before him. "... how are you feeling Steve?".
"The test is still underway, so please try and relax. Remember
that you are in no danger, but you will NOT have the opportunity to
pull out of the test at this late stage", Pete concluded.
So saying Pete went to a small table and picked up a sharp looking
knife. As he walked towards Steve, a small crossed his lips.
Steve went into instant panic thinking that he was done for. He
could only barely move. His arms and legs were solidly secured but his
head and shoulders were free.
As the knife came closer, Steve tried to back away. He couldn't
move, he gurgled and mumbled through the tight gag to no avail. The
knife was inches from his body now.
Pete ran the back of the knife over Steve's chest and then sud-
denly cut through the shoulder straps of his vest. Next the knife was
run down the front of the vest which was then torn from his body.
The knife was then applied to the boxer shorts. Each of the legs
were slit down the front exposing the wet cock and balls which had
been so long trapped. Despite his apprehension, Steve could feel him-
self getting hard under the gaze of this man before him.
Then the men suddenly came over to him, picked up the chair with
back down before a large mirror.
Steve couldn't believe what he saw. There he was naked, bound and
gagged surrounded by these unbelievable men in their tight, transpar-
ent rubber suits.
As if on cue, some of the men approached him once more, they were
carrying bottles. They began tipping the contents over Steve's bound
form. Steve started at its cold touch. As the liquid started trickling
over his body, the men began to massage him.
The rubber-gloved hands massaged the oil all over his body. The
hands were everywhere, over his shoulders, down his chest, over his
stomach and down to his cock and balls. They massaged every part and
crevice of his body and they left Steve gasping through his gag at the
pleasure of their touch.
Just as Steve felt he could take no more and he was ready to once
more shoot his wad, the hands left him. Then Pete was standing in
front of him once again, he too was wearing rubber gloves. In his
hands he held a wide strap.
"God, not another one", thought Steve. Pete bent in front of him
and taking his oiled cock in his hands applied the strap around the
base of his scrotum, pulled it tight, buckled it and then gave his
cock a pat.
Then all of then men, including Pete filed out of the room. Steve
was left staring at himself in the mirror. His body was now slick with
the oil, the hair on his head and body were shiny and slicked back. He
glistened in the light of the room. Even the leather straps securing
his body were shiny with oil.
Staring at himself, his cock throbbed. Steve got quite a high as
he considered his current state. He had never felt so horny in all his
life.
Time passed as he sat there, he wondered how long he had been un-
dergoing the 'test'. It seemed like days since he first walked into
the house. He began to doze as time passed and no one else came to
him.
Then the door opened and in walked two of the men he had seen ear-
lier. They were dressed in tight heavy leather. Then Steve noticed
that they still wore the hoods of the rubber suits they had worn ear-
lier. This meant that these men still had the rubber suits on under-
neath the heavy leather ones. They must have been hot.
The men went to the cupboard and came back with a large rubber
sheet. Taking each end of the sheet they threw it over Steve's still
bound and gagged form.
As the lights went out for Steve, he wondered what was going to
happen next. He didn't have long to wait for the answer, the men pro-
ceeded to wrap the sheet lightly around him. Leaving sufficient open-
ings for air to enter but making it impossible for Steve to see any-
thing that was going on.
He tried to attract their attention by mumbling and gurgling
through his gag. Then he remembered that they couldn't answer because
of their own gags.
As he sat in relative darkness he suddenly felt the chair being
lifted into the aid once more. This time the chair was taken out of
the room altogether.
As the procession moved through the house to the back entrance,
Steve could hear the sound of an engine. The load was put into the
back of a van, the leather clad men climbed in and shut the door.
Steve felt the motion as the van pulled away and out of the drive.
It sped down the street. He could do nothing but sit there and wonder.
Within minutes the van slowed and pulled off the road into a gravelled
drive.
Steve was unloaded from the van and carried once more inside. He
could hear much hustle and bustle and the clanking of dishes. Finally
the chair was put down and the rubber sheet loosened. When the sheet
was removed, Steve blinked at the lights.
When he could see properly, he knew immediately where he was from
the photographs he had seen earlier that evening. This was GREYS it
elf. There was no mistaking the layout of the room.
hAround the room were men in various forms of dress and undress.
These were the clients, Steve could tell. The most obvious difference
was that all escorts were gagged if not bound while the clients were
free to speak.
Steve was left in the middle of the room, bound and gagged as he
was and still covered in oil. He felt himself blush, he had not ex-
pected to be thrown into such a situation just like that, he had had
no time to prepart for this experience, he was exposed.
It was obvious what thecclients were paying their money for.
Around the room the escorts were being used and abused by the clients
as they wished. Escorts were being bound, gagged, released, suspended
from the walls or subjected to anything else the client may wish to
indulge in.
Eventually clients started to pay attention to Steve. He sat se-
cured watching the various scenes around him. All the while his cock
stood at rigid attention throbbing for release.
One client who was dressed in leather chaps, briefs and gloves fi-
nally came towards him and kneeling in front of his bound form took
his slick cock into his mouth and proceeded to suck him off there and
then. There were no inhibitions at this club, that was obvious.
As Steve was reaching a climax, the client suddenly stopped, got
up and walked away. He joined a couple of other men dressed similarly
to himself. When he reached them, he looked back, said something to
the others and they all burst out laughing.
Steve looked away in embarrassment. He tried once more to loosen
his bonds but failed. Then another client approached him and pulled up
a chair in front of him. "Hi", said the man as he reached across and
tweaked Steve's nipple.
"You're new here, are you enjoying yourself", he continued. "It's
okay, I know you can't answer me through that gag".
He started caressing Steve's chest, Steve let out a moan of plea-
sure, closed his eyes and sank back in the chair. The man grabbed his
cock and started kneading it roughly. Steve opened his eyes with a
start and glowered at the man over his gag.
"My, we have spirit", said the man reaching up and ruffling
Steve's hair. He got up smiling and walked away to the bar.
Steve was screaming for release now. His throbbing cock was blue
from the strap still holding it upright. I longed for someone to fin-
ish what the first man had started.
No sooner had he subsided, than another client came over to him
and brought him once more to the brink of a climax before stopping
short and leaving him gasping. This subtle torture continued for some-
time. Steve could do nothing to relieve himself and the clients were
obviously skilled in these matters, because none of them actually
All of the men were muscular and hirsute, they wore their leather
gear with confidence and practice. Although the majority of the
clients wore leather, presumably to emphasise their role of master,
some were wearing rubber too.
One man caught Steve's eye in particular. He was dressed com-
pletely in black rubber, he wore a full body suit complete with
gloves, a rubber hood which clung to his face but had eye, nose and
mouth holes, high rubber boots and a large rubber cape which swirled
about him as he moved.
Suddenly this rubberman was standing to one side of Steve. Steve
felt his presence and turned his head to look at the rubber clad fig-
ure. Close up, the man was much larger than he looked at a distance.
His tight rubber suit was stretched over a muscular chest. The muscles
rippled beneath the rubber as he moved.
The man walked slowly around Steve examining every inch of his
bound form. Steve could do nothing but follow him with his eyes. The
man touched his cheek with his rubber gloved hand and felt the tight-
ness of the gag and nodded in approval.
Then the man stood in front of Steve with his back towards him. He
reached around and pulled his voluminous cape around to the front thus
exposing his rear to Steve. Steve saw that there was a cut-out in the
back of the man's suit exposing a hairy backside.
Steve couldn't believe his eyes as the man backed up to him, threw
the cape over Steve and the back of the chair and then settled down
onto Steve's lap and the throbbing cock standing to attention there.
As the rubbered form eased onto his swollen member, Steve was
crushed beneath the man's weight. The muscular rubber encased back
pushed against Steve's gagged face. Steve could do nothing, he was in
darkness with the hulking form now moving up and down on him.
Steve could only sit while the weight of the man moved up and down
on his oil slicked prick. He was gasping for breath as the man pushed
against his chest and forced the air out of his lungs. The gag in his
mouth further hampered his breathing and the rubber enclosure offered
little but rubber tinged air for him to breath.
Steve soon forgot about the pain and restrictions as the man con-
tinued his motions on his cock. With a shuddering explosion, Steve fi-
nally shot his load, the man sensed his organism and pulled himself
away just before the explosion happened.
Steve's cum shot out of his cock in a high arc and spattered
against the rubber form still standing before him. The man reached
down and scooped up the white blob in his rubber gloved hand and wiped
ihe mass all over Steve's chest.
Opening his cape and throwing the front lapels over his shoulder,
the man located a small zip in the front of his suit. Lowering the
zip, he pulled out his own substantial cock and began masturbating in
front of the wide eyed Steve.
The man was moaning in pleasure and his hand movements became more
rapid. Finally the man gasped, removed his hands and allowed a large
wad of cum to shoot from his cock onto Steve. He then reached across
and rubbed his sperm into that already there thus mixing the mess to-
gether.
Suddenly the man bent forward and whispered in Steve's ear,
"Brothers in cum, you were great kid". Despite everything, Steve felt
something for this man, he wanted to reach out and touch the rubber
form and caress the muscles beneath the rubber and give pleasure to
this man.
Reaching into a pocket in his cape, the man pulled out a transpar-
ent rubber hood. He eased this over Steve's oily head and pulled it
over his face. It completely covered his head but had eye holes for
him to see out and nose tubes which the man inserted into his nostrils
before pulling the hood into place.
The man walked away leaving Steve in his naked, bound state and
now hooded in rubber. Steve followed the man with his eyes and longed
to touch the muscular form.
Steve noticed that their activities had drawn an audience, others
had stopped to watch them. The spectators started to return to their
own activities and Steve was left to himself. His body ached from the
long confinement, and his cock was tender from the abuse it had en-
dured during the day. His face and jaws ached from the tight gag which
still bit deeply into his cheeks.
Moisture was moving inside the hood as Steve sat and watched the
rest of the activities going on around him. The clients were subject-
ing the escorts to all forms of bondage and enclosure. Leather and
rubber covered bodies were everywhere.
As the evening wore on the room began to empty. Clients left to-
gether or singly, escorts were removed from the room. Steve suddenly
noticed 'his' rubberman coming towards him with four other rubber en-
cased men all of which were gagged, signifying that they were escorts.
The man smiled and the escorts moved to Steve's bound form and removed
the straps which were securing him to the chair.
Others produced more straps however and strapped his arms and legs
together holding them rigid. Lifting him up, they carried him behind
the rubberman and followed him out of the room into the hall. Steve
was once more wrapped in a large rubber sheet and taken out into the
cold dawn air. He was put into the back of a large car, doors slammed
as the driver got in, started the engine and drove away.
Steve was jostled about in the back of the car, but did not fall
off the seat. Eventually the car slowed for the last time, pulled into
a drive and stopped.
The driver got out of the car and unceremoniously hoisted Steve
out of the back and carried him single handed into a house. He was
carried up stairs and deposited on a bed. The rubber sheet was removed
and Steve saw his rubberman standing over him.
The man now bent down and removed all of the restraints from
Steve's body together with the hood and gag. Steve was naked and free
of bonds, he stretched and massaged his aching limbs while the man
stood to one side waiting.
Then he spoke, "Come here Steve and take my cape". Steve got up
and walked over to the man and did as he was bid. Steve worshipped the
man before him and felt no displeasure at being told what to do by
him.
After removing his cape, the man started to remove other parts of
his apparel, first he removed what turned out to be long rubber
gloves. He then sat down and told Steve to remove his boots. Steve
grasped one boot and pulled it free of the muscular leg. He notices
that the leg and foot were still enclosed in rubber while he removed
the other boot.
Then the man stood up and turned away from Steve, pulled off his
rubber hood and tossed it to one side. He then turned to Steve, re-
vealing his features to the waiting young man.
"PETE!", burst out Steve, "I had no idea it was you".
"That was the general intention Steve", said Pete smiling. "For
your information you have passed the test by the way" he concluded.
"Come here Steve", commanded Pete. Steve jumped to Pete's side
anxiously while Pete put his arms around him and said, "You were great
today Steve, I have high expectations of you."
Pete took Steve to the bed, opened up what turned out to be rubber
bedding, put Steve into bed and climbed into bed beside him. Pete was
still dressed in rubber, but his hands were uncovered. Steve clutched
at Pete holding him close. He felt safe and secure with this man be-
side him and he never wanted to go away.
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