Fresh Meat

LOCKE

The evening had been a complete waste of time – until he sauntered through the door of the club. Soldier Boy was about 5’10” or 5’11” and was wearing a pair of camo pants that hugged every curve of his muscular legs, paratrooper boots and little else. The night was humid and the atmosphere inside the C-Ring was nearly as sultry; a fine sheen of sweat covered a naked torso that was all smooth skin and hard-earned muscle. Dog tags bounced in the crevasse between his squared pecs and glittered in the dim light; a fatigue cap was pulled low over his face and a pair of dark Ray-Bans covered his eyes. I gave Gimp a yank on his chain which broke him out of the light doze he had been in. “Look smart …” I growled. He knelt up straighter and leaned against the warm leather of my boots. Soldier Boy sidled up to the bar next to me and ordered a beer. He was also wearing a tight pair of black leather patrol gloves. Damn. I wanted to run my hands all over that sweaty body and feel him squirm in pain and pleasure beneath me... He felt my hungry gaze and turned to give me a bright white smile. Up close, I could see that he had also shaved his head. Good things come to those who wait… 

 “Nice leathers.” He said to me. “Nice gimp, too.”  

I was wearing a black leather bar vest that showed off my slabbed chest and eight-pack. A pair of tight leather chaps framed the overloaded black leather jock and high riding boots showed off my long legs. Black leather gauntlets wrapped around my powerful wrists and a bicep strap strained over the rippling muscles of my left arm. My stubbled face returned the grin, but like Soldier Boy, my eyes were obscured by a pair of mirrored shades and the brim of the muir cap. I took a swallow of my beer and ran a hand slowly over his crotch. I felt the hard, thick, throbbing length of him.  

“Looks like that weapon of yours needs some attention, soldier … want my gimp to suck you off?” I gave Gimp another yank on his chain. “Want some more cum down your throat, boy?” Gimp nodded vigorously. He was in full enclosure rubber. I had him in a shoulder-zip catsuit with a thin latex hood with micro-pepperpot eyes and open mouth. Over that, I had attached a heavy latex hood with a locking collar and a strap-on inflatable tube gag. Heavy-duty rubber knee-pads made sure he was comfortable kneeling down for long periods of time and Corcoran paratrooper boots covered his rubber-enclosed feet. His hands – covered by skintight rubber gloves - were manacled behind his back. I started to unbuckle the gag. Soldier Boy licked his lips and grinned as I removed the mouth-stopper and Gimp turned to him and drooled in anticipation.  

“He’s damn good at opening zippers with his teeth, but it might be easier if you undo your fly for him. He’s been a good boy tonight and I don’t want to get him to get all frustrated.” “No problem.” His gloved hands undid the buttons and his dick burst out. It was a thick 8” long and both cock and balls were encircled by a thick red metallic ring. Like the rest of his body, that monstrous tool and ballsac was smooth and hairless. I chuckled to myself, thinking of that line from an old Hal Roach/Little Rascals episode: Miss Crabtree: “Stymie – give me a sentence with the word ‘isthmus’ in it.” Stymie: "Yes’m … ‘Isthmus be my lucky day …’ “ 

Gimp turned his eyeless gaze to me. “Boss … please, sir … will you let this slave hold the soldier while the soldier shoves his fat cock down this slave’s throat?” 

Soldier Boy looked impressed. “You’ve got him well trained.” 

I grinned as I knelt down and undid the manacles. “I said he’s been good tonight. I'm a firm believer in carrots as well as sticks.” Gimp shuffled over on his knees to Soldier Boy and wrapped his muscular, rubber-covered arms around the powerful camo-clad thighs. After getting the horsecock good and wet, the rubberslave swallowed that massive tool down to the root. Soldier Boy grabbed the latex-covered head and set up a brutal, skull-fucking rhythm. I could tell he was enjoying himself by the look on his face as he gave a low scream when he shuddered and dumped his load down Gimp’s throat. Gimp continued to hold him and pressed his rubbered face into Soldier Boy’s crotch as he caught his breath. Soldier Boy stroked the smooth, black rubber head and shoulders of the slave before him. Gimp’s eyeless face smiled up at the man in fatigues.

“Thank you, sir.” and then broke eye contact. “Good boy.” I said. I hooked a finger into one of the D-rings on his collar and pulled him back to reattach and reinflate the gag. Gimp continued to hold onto Soldier Boy and the half-naked stud continued to stroke him.  

“Damn, this rubber feels incredible. I always wanted to see what it felt like on. It’s just like a second skin...” 

I could see that his mind was drifting with possibilities. Jackpot. “You want to try it on?” I gave him an wicked smile. Soldier Boy looked startled. “Huh?” “There’s some private rooms downstairs. Want to see what it feels like? Want to be completely enclosed in rubber?” I could see the inner battle going on between lust and fear. Lust won out. “Lead the way.” He grinned. We got up and headed for the stairs. 

 * * * 

I got off the bar stool and gestured for Soldier Boy to precede me; a yank on his chain got Gimp to his feet and he trotted behind us. “Go down the corridor past the men’s room and turn left.” The three of us went down the stairs. We stood in front of a heavy, solid door with a cardreader next to it. “I didn’t know about this area before.” I fished a keycard out of an inner pocket and swiped. The door clicked and unlocked. I grinned at him. “Platinum members only. There’s more to the C-Ring than just liquor and lube, stud. By the way – what’s your name?” I got a 100-watt smile back at me. “Chad.” I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “Call me Locke.” I pushed it open and was greeted with a waft of cool air. Thank God for air conditioning. “Let’s use room 3. Second door on your left.”

  * * * 

Room 3 had an examining table in its center, with a couple of hard chairs and a large closet built into one of the mirrored walls. I walked over and flipped on the light in the adjoining bathroom. 

“Strip and take a cool shower. Make sure you dry yourself off completely. You need to be fully lubed up to get into the rubber and maximize the experience. I’ll be ready for you when you get out.” I turned to Gimp and barked at him. “Kneel!” I deflated the gag first and unbuckled it from his mouth. Then I fished the keys out and unlocked his collar. Once that was off, I unzipped the heavy rubber hood and pulled it off of his head to reveal the latex mask beneath. It was thin enough to disguise his features, but still showed the angular planes of his face. I opened the shoulder zips and gave him a kiss on the top of his rubbered head. “Stand up, boy.” His eyeless face stared at me and gave me a small smile. I could just make out the sparkle of his eyes beneath the microdot openings of the mask. I moved around him to undo the manacles. “Take off your boots and knee pads.” Gimp glided over to one of the chairs and sat. He removed the pads and began loosening the laces of his boots. Once he removed them, Gimp used a little bottle of lube to slide out of the socks and gloves. He then came back to stand in front of me and I used the lube to begin sliding him out of the suit. At that point, Chad came out of the bathroom. Without the camos, the lower half of him was just as delicious as the top. I felt my cock twitch and grow at the sight, giving me a rather painfully pleasurable reminder of what was to come. He had even taken off his cock ring and his thick tool jutted out like a flagpole. Chad leaned against the doorway as I peeled the suit down around Gimp’s waist. He knelt again as I slid my hands under the neck of the mask and lifted it off. 

He whistled. “That’s one damn handsome fucker … no wonder you keep him covered up!”  

I gave Chad a wolfish grin. “Yep. That he is.” Gimp's head gleamed with a sheen of sweat and lube. Deep blue eyes – the color of the most exotic of sapphires – surmounted by dark, expressive brows and topped by short black hair – looked up at me. I pulled his slick, sweaty body to mine and stroked his shoulders as he snuggled into my embrace.  

Back to business. I put a finger under his chin and tipped his head up so our eyes met. “Get yourself squeaky clean, boy and lube up all the rubber when you’re done.”  

“Yes, sir.” Gimp got up and trotted into the bathroom. I took off my cap and shades and turned to Chad. My forest-green eyes raked over the naked perfection before me and I stroked each hard and defined muscle on that magnificent chest. My hands slid around to cup the muscled globes of his ass and my index finger rubbed roughly against his smooth pucker. Soldier Boy slid his hand around and into the hair at the back of my neck; he pulled his head down and brushed his lips over mine.  

"Never mind that. Just fuck me." A shudder wracked my body before I jerked Chad tight to me and took over the kiss. The naked stud opened, letting me swipe my tongue in. Our bodies pressed together and he shivered at the caress of the glove-soft leather of my vest and chaps against his skin. I popped open my codpiece and my horsecock – all 9 inches of it turgid and purple with lust – exploded out from my crotch. Like Chad, I had a thick ring - chrome to his anodized red - encircling my package.  

“Suck me.” I ordered. There wasn't any way Chad would disobey that command. He knelt. Leaning forward, he fondled my balls while licking a line from the base to the tip of my cock. He sucked just the flared head into his mouth, humming as he savored the salty taste of sweat and musk. I stroked Chad’s scalp, not trying to take control or force him to take more than he wanted. Soldier Boy pressed the tip of his tongue to the bundle of nerves right under the crown of my head.  

"Shit..." I jerked, shoving deeper into his mouth. Chad pulled back, took a deep breath and swallowed my prick down, relaxing his throat until he'd buried his nose into the stubble at my groin. I stilled, and Chad felt the strain caused by my not waiting to take him without him being ready for it. The naked stud tapped my thigh to let me know it was okay to move. With a groan, I started fucking his mouth, and Chad held on, one hand gripping my leather-clad thigh. He slid the other hand down to play with my balls, rolling them in his palm and tugging on them to draw a hiss from me.  

Damn, he’s good. I forced myself to speak between gritted teeth. "Soon, boy, soon…" Chad nodded slightly, relaxing his muscles even more and massaging my shaft with his throat. His own cock rose up and painted his stomach with wet trails. It throbbed and I knew it wouldn't take more than a touch from me to push him over the edge again. I buried my cock in his mouth and froze before jerking and flooding Chad’s mouth with hot, salty bitterness. He took everything I gave him, sucking to get every drop he could. When my grasp on his neck loosened, Soldier Boy backed off, licking and cleaning me as he let his prick slip from his mouth. It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath. “Let’s get you all gimped and rubbered up, handsome.”  

* * * 

I patted the examination table. “Have a seat.” Chad lifted himself onto the bench and from one of the drawers, I took out a crooked metal tube and showed it to him.  

“What’s that?” I grinned. “Cock cage. Can’t have my gimps playing with themselves without my permission, can I?” 

I pulled his cock and balls through the anchoring ring and then with difficulty, fastened the thick wire restrainer around his swollen glans. I had to twist his dick down and back to get the restrainer onto the ring. He hissed in pain as the two parts mated together.  

“Damn, that hurts so good …” I slid the stainless steel cylinder over his cock and then locked it in place. I nodded my head in satisfaction.  

“Much better. Much, much better.” Chad felt the heavy metal enclosing his cock and the massive bulge it made. 

 “God, this feels so amazing, Locke. My dick never hurt this way before and I’m getting off on the pain … the more it hurts, the harder I’m getting … and it looks so damn HOT having my package locked up like this!” 

 “Glad to hear you like me owning your cock and balls, boy … now, let’s get you into your rubber.” As I was locking Chad into his cock cage, Gimp had left the bathroom and had been lubing up the rubber suit and accessories he had been wearing. Since I didn’t tell him otherwise, he was naked like Chad, with only his own cock cage glinting in the overhead lights. From another drawer, I took out another bottle of lube and yanked out a pair of exam gloves. I poured the lube onto his feet and rubbed it in. Gimp finished with prepping the rubber and placed it on the end of the exam table. He handed me the rubber socks. I stretched first one, then the other over Chad’s slicked-up feet. I motioned for him to get up. He hopped off the table and stood, looking at the beginnings of his transformation. 

 "Goddamn..." I poured generous amounts of the lube on his chest and worked it into every curve of his muscular torso. I did the same with his back, as well as making every inch of his powerful arms and legs gleam wetly in the overhead lighting. With a gentle touch, I rubbed the silicone lube onto his face and head and then gave him a hard kiss.  

“Sit in the chair and pull the suit over your legs. One at a time. Then stand up.”

Chad did as he was told and soon his lower extremities were covered in an ebon darkness. Gimp helped him pull the suit higher, and slipped his steel-enclosed package out through the small hole in the front of the suit. He snapped on the codpiece and Chad was rewarded to see his huge bulge covered by more rubber.

He moved his hands to stroke his package, but I batted them away. “You don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission, and you never touch yourself without at least one layer of rubber on your hands!” I grabbed his jaw. “Understand?” He nodded. I let go and gave him another kiss. “Good boy.” The process continued. The suit was pulled over his torso and arms; skintight gloves were placed onto his hands. Soon, the only areas of exposed flesh were his corded neck and face. I let him fondle his rubberized body and I could tell from the emotions skirling across his face that the combination of the cock cage and latex was having its desired effect. A pair of low cotton socks went over his rubbered feet before his paratrooper boots were replaced. Gimp attached the knee pads onto the ebon figure before him. I held up the thin latex mask. Chad stared hungrily into the ebon blankness that was soon to make him an anonymous rubberslave. 

“You want this boy, don’t you?” He nodded.  

“Do it Locke. Put it on me…” I pulled the mask onto his head and slid it down his face. Inch by inch, the human flesh was replaced by black rubber. I adjusted the areas around the ears, made sure that he could see and breathe properly and set the mouth opening to surround his sensuous lips. I tucked the mask down into the suit and I pulled up the shoulder zips to seal him in.  

“Look in the mirror, boy and tell me what you see.” 

Chad walked over to the silvered wall and stroked himself . “Oh my God, I’m amazing … I can’t believe how this makes me feel…” He was riding a rubber high and was completely oblivious. Gimp and I exchanged grins. I cleared my throat. 

“We still have to add a few more pieces to make you my gimp and then you need to get shined up properly.”  

* * * 

My new gimp again sat in the chair. I poured some lube onto the thin mask that covered Chad’s head and then slid the heavier hood over it. I zipped it closed and made some final adjustments. My cock was leaking precum as I looked into the eyeholes and blackness stared back at me. “Feel good?”  

“Yes, sir.” He smiled. I held out the inflatable tube gag.  

“Open wide, rubberstud.” I slid the gag into his mouth and buckled it in place; I didn’t inflate it yet and the squeeze bulb dangled below the breathing tube. Chad shivered as I put the collar around his neck and buckled it shut. I put a small brass lock through the post and snapped it closed. As with his cock cage, the equipage around his neck was now a permanent part of him. Gimp and I then proceeded to slick up the rubber with polish. When we were done, a wetly gleaming new gimp stood before me, his breath coming in ragged gasps of pleasure. “You like what you’ve become, don’t you, boy?” The rubber gimp nodded.  

“Yeth, thir.” he mumbled through the gag. I stroked his rubbered chest and trailed my fingers down to squeeze his steel-enclosed cock.  

“You like the way the rubber and steel feels, don’t you, boy?” His head tilted back in pleasure. 

“Yethhhhh…..” I walked him backwards towards one of the walls and picked up the heavy leash chain on my way. I clicked the carabiner end onto the front D-ring of his collar and then began to pump up his gag. He seemed surprised as the rubber filled his mouth but didn’t panic until Gimp gently pulled his arms behind his back and snapped on a pair of manacles. The Clejusos had thick neoprene gaskets to prevent any possible tearing of the latex, and two links between the cuffs so he could guide a cock into his mouth if they were fastened in front of him.

 “Mmmmpphhh?? Mmmmmpphhh!!!!” The new gimp mumbled as he realized that he just lost the use of his hands. Gimp quickly fastened the chains on the walls to the D-rings on either side of his collar. I covered the breathing tube with a finger and watched him struggle. As I saw he was losing consciousness, I removed my finger and watched him suck in ragged gulps of air through the tube. I slapped him. Hard. 

“Gimps need to learn their place. And right now, yours is to stay there and be quiet!” Gimp – actually my partner Patrick and the love of my life - grinned at our handiwork. The struggling new rubber gimp moaning and chained to the wall – and picked up the keys to his cock cage. He unlocked it from his crotch and his heavy eight incher sprung out. He pulled off the restraining wire and hissed in pain as he forced his cock and balls back out of the anchor ring. 

“I’m glad I’m finally out of that fucking thing! It’s not bad for the first four hours, but after that, it’s a goddamn pain in the ass!” He went into the bathroom and came out carrying Chad’s clothing. Chad – our newest permanent addition to the stable of gimps at the C-Ring – grew even more agitated as Patrick slid his tool into the anodized red cock ring and began to put on the former Soldier Boy’s clothing. It was a perfect fit – Pat’s ass looked tight and hard in the camos and his muscular legs looked even better than Chad’s in the digital pattern. He sat down and laced up his boots, slid on the gloves and put the dog tags around his neck. He padded over to me and ran a leathered fingertip around my mouth. This was followed by him pulling me tight against him so our lips and crotches ground together. We only broke apart when we needed air. 

He poked me in the chest and chuckled as he twisted my nips. “Next time, Nicky, you’re playing the gimp!” I hissed in pain and laughed along with him.  

“What do you want to do with the new one?” He rubbed his crotch.  

“Well, after he wears himself out struggling, I’ll have him brought upstairs and chained into a sling. After he’s all loose and full of cum, he’ll get the e-stim butt plug locked into him for a few days. His leathered hand thoughtfully rubbed his squared jaw. "Hmmmm ... maybe I'll put in an e-stim penis plug too ... I can tell he’ll adjust pretty quickly - he's a natural bottom.”  

"You're a completely fucking, evil man ... God, how I love you." He gave me a wicked grin and wrapped his powerful arms around my torso. Pat started to lick and nibble the side of my neck, pausing to kiss the thudding pulse over my jugular. I melted into his embrace. “You planning on the standard disappearance, sweetheart?” 

Pat nodded. “Yeah. Bank balances transferred to a Caymans account, car donated, apartment sublet … the whole thing. He’ll just cease to exist in the outside world.” Chad started to writhe and moan even more as he listened to what was going to happen to him. I kissed Pat deeply again. 

Damn, what did I do to deserve such an amazingly perverted and brilliantly twisted man like him? Patrick slid on the Ray-Bans and pulled the fatigue cap low over his face. He grabbed my crotch.
“Get dressed and let’s go back upstairs. Soldier Boy wants a piece of that leather ass.”  

* * *  

The past couple of months have been filled with a number of annoyances that have served to keep me somewhat cranky and on edge. Plus work volume has increased exponentially; THAT has given me much less time to enjoy myself. When that happens, I tend to become more self-contained and less social. If I have seemed distant or abrupt with anyone, I apologize for my behavior. I had had a possible health issue last year and while it was quickly determined to be merely an aberration, I was forced to visit a specialist every three months for blood tests “just to be sure.” 

In his own words, “You’re too lean, too muscular and you work out too much.” Still, it was a burden on my mind looking at the calendar, scheduling the draws and hoping nothing was wrong. He finally decided I was disgustingly healthy and that I didn’t need to see him any more.  

Then I had an infestation of “drain flies” in my basement. These tiny sons-of-bitches fly around aimlessly, bang into walls, and then stumble around on the floor for a bit and repeat the process. They don’t carry any diseases, but they are annoying as hell. I couldn’t find out where they were coming from for three months, and then I discovered they had some type of fucking nest behind my 250 gallon heating oil tank. 

Further investigation found that I also had a small crack/leak in the foundation of the house in the exact same spot, which was where the little bastards were coming in. So, I sealed up the entire side of the house with concrete and caulk. Because of the leak, the foundation is still a bit damp, so as it dries out, the flies are decreasing in volume and thanks to a hang up pest strip and some growth inhibitor, my basement is (nearly) bug-free again. Then, I had some problems with my gear – new and old. I had ordered a pair of locking chastity rubber shorts from Mr. S in San Francisco and wanted to wear them with my Spexter suit. I unfortunately did not lube them sufficiently, so when I shimmied into them, I tore the thumb out of my suit. The suit had to go back to Spexter in Munich for repairs. I’m happy to say that the repairs went fine and I did finally try on the combination.  

PERFECT.  

I also ordered some new pieces from Skin Tight Rubber. My bad luck was holding steady since the locking wrist restraints I ordered were not made properly and had to go back for a re-do. Good news is that they are returned to me and spot-on now. I’m back on the upswing and I have to start connecting with all the guys that have been after me for get-togethers and drinks.  

Now that that’s out of the way … about the story … My buddy Nick (not this one) and I were discussing some rubber fantasy scenarios and this concept was one of them. Like a tune that gets stuck in your head, this possibility wouldn’t let go of me. So bit by bit and piece by piece, the story was created and fleshed out. At times (and ONLY with the right person) I don’t mind giving up a little control for a while. During this particular play session, I was in the Spexter suit – one pair of zipper pulls locked at the neck and the other pair locked at the butt after being stuffed with thick black plug. Thick rubber restraints from STR – at the neck, wrists and ankles were also locked on and a full rubber body harness from STR completed the outfit. I tucked the inflatable tube gag into the mouth of the suit and then I proceeded to pound the crap out of my play partner. We both enjoyed it immensely – for him, it was giving up control to a powerfully built rubberslave with locks jingling as I raped his ass and for me, it was the knowledge that I was "trapped" in the rubber and unable to escape without the keys.