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Stories on demand - "The Rubber Trigger"
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Hey, I like that one - "The Rubber Trigger". A great title, with lots of innuendo. For some reason it even gets a little twitch out of my cock thinking about it ;-)
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OK, "The Rubber Trigger", then ;-) Renaming the thread!
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Here is the next chapter of the story. I hope you enjoy it, but please let me know - I need your feedback. Thanks - *KISS*


Chapter 3: Rubber Boy

I was naked, and I had no idea where my clothes had disappeared to, but that wasn’t top of my priority list as the two beautiful, sexy twin sadists ushered me down to the end of the corridor.
Under the envious stares of the passing fetishists I felt like a billionaire. So what if I was butt-naked and my dick was drooping at half-mast, with these bombshell twins by my side I was the star of the party.
The Costume Room was the last room on the left, and as we walked in my mouth fell open and I stared in wonder at the sight. I was like a little kid who’s just walked into Santa’s grotto.
It was a large square room, with a line of mirrors along one wall – the type used in theatre dressing rooms, with lights around the frames. A chair was placed in front of each mirror, and several were occupied by women and men adjusting their hair or makeup.
But it was the racks and shelves that lined the other walls that grabbed my attention and pulled me further into the room.
I wandered in awe along the racks of dresses, uniforms, and catsuits, running my fingers over the different fabrics and materials. Leather, rubber, silk, satin and latex all wrestled for my touch and attention. And the colours – it was like looking at an erotic rainbow.
One of the ever-present maids wandered over in her silk dress and towering stiletto heels and asked if she could help me, but just then I spotted the shelves of shoes and I think I started drooling.
My cock twitched and started to climb as I stood in wonder in front of the dozens – no - hundreds of pairs of high heel shoes and boots. I was in heaven, and breathed in the heady smell of leather. I had an almost overwhelming urge to fall to my knees and start kissing and licking them - but where to start?
“Zo, vitch do you vant to try?” A husky voice rasped from behind me. That accent just had to be false surely?
“Huh?” I managed to grunt, unable to drag my eyes away from the shiny patent leather perfection in front of me.
“I said, vitch costume to you vant to try?” And this time she grabbed my left arm and gave me a yank hard enough to hurt.
“Ouch!” I yelped, and turned to look into Melissa’s big blue eyes, or was she Michele? “No need to be so rough,” I stammered, still trying to keep the shoes in sight.
“Do you vant to vear de ledder, or der rubber? Maybe a latex dress would suit you Rubber Boy,” sneered the other vixen from across the room.
The idea of a dress in silk or latex actually appealed to me, but her tone turned me off the idea. I walked over to the catsuits instead.
“Ah ja, dat vud be a gut idea, a big Rubber Boy in latex,” Michele or Melissa enthused, starting to pull out different colours from the rack.
A maid quickly intervened with a submissive smile, “Can I help you Mistress?” she snivelled.
“Ja, find me a catsuit for zis vurm,” the Nazi said, pointing a razor-sharp fingernail in my direction.
The maid hurried to obey, and after giving me a cursory glance to size me up, started pulling out glossy latex full-length body suits.
“Would Mistress prefer black?” the maid asked, holding up a suit, “or red?”
“Mmm, I sink black is too common,” one of the twins said, looking at me with disgust on her face. “Let’s put zer wurm in red, vis some extras,” and she laughed, giving her sister a wink that I didn’t like much.
While the maid helped me into the selected shiny red catsuit, the two Nazi’s wandered around the room picking up other objects, and sniggering to each other. But I was too occupied forcing myself into the all-encasing rubber to watch what they were doing.
This was the first time I had ever worn anything made of latex, and I have to say it was bloody hard work getting into it. If it hadn’t been for the maid’s help it would have been impossible. I was sweating like a hog by the time she finally zipped me up the back and I was in. Now I knew what my cock must feel like whenever I force it into a too-tight condom!
When I looked in the mirror though the effect was fantastic, totally transforming. The figure-hugging, glossy red material showed off every bulge and bump, but made even my average body look erotic and sexy.
The catsuit covered me from my ankles to my wrists and up to my neck, and in addition to the zip up the back, there was a zip to allow access to my cock and balls, and another under my ass hole.
The two Nazi’s stood and looked me over critically, then Michele, or was it Melissa – it was damn annoying not knowing which was which, tossed me something that she had been holding behind her back. “Here, put zis on and cover up your stupid face. You are an object, and no one vants to see you.”
What she had thrown to me was a black rubber gimp hood, with holes for the eyes and mouth, and smaller holes so that I could hear and breathe through my nose.
It was a struggle to put that on too, but the maid helped and then my head too was fully encased.
It felt like I was wearing a second skin, or encased in some kind of super tight bondage – even though I could actually move. Just looking at myself in the mirror was giving me a hard on, which was showing as an embarrassingly large, and growing bulge in the front of the suit.
“Not bad, not bad,” one of the blondes said, “but for you to be a real Rubber Boy ve need somesing extra, somesing more, und I haf it here.” And she laughed as she held up a bright red plastic butt-plug, with a long hair attachment. The hair was blond, which I was sure would match my red latex catsuit rather nicely.
When we came in I had noticed along one of the walls, a table covered with ‘toys’ and attachments for the extra perverted who might want them – dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes, whips and paddles, shackles and chains, handcuffs and dog collars. A wonderful collection of pain and pleasure items. I wondered what other items the two blonde sadists had chosen for me.
“Bend over Rubber Boy,” Miss Nazi Sadist 2011 ordered, as she lubricated the butt-plug.
Now, I have tried butt-plugs before, and I’ve even taken a few dildos in my ass. For some reason they always make me feel passive, docile and ‘feminine’ when I take something in my anus. I don’t know why that is, but it does, and it did this time too.
After her sister unzipped my ass-hole access point, and I bent over to touch my toes – blushing like a virgin in front of the maid and the other occupants of the room who were watching in obvious amusement – I felt the cold, hard plastic easily penetrate my tight hole. A wonderful design, the plug filled and stretched me, but could not fall out.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and turned to the side so that I could see the tail. It did look pretty erotic, and with the plug buried deep, I was feeling pretty horny.
A slap at the side of the head brought me back to reality.
“Rubber Boys do not stand on zere back legs,” snarled one uniformed bitch. “On your knees Rubber Boy.”
God, that was a total turn on. Being treated like an animal by these two wonderful creatures, and in front of others too – paradise. My cock was throbbing painfully inside the latex.
I sank to my hands and knees, the latex stretching wonderfully over my body and ass, and the butt-plug settled deeper inside me.
“Now zen, what about its feet?” one of the bitches said from above me. “Ve can’t haf it viz der feet showing.”
A few seconds later and I felt hands grab one of my ankles. My foot was crammed into an amazingly tight shoe. I turned and looked over my shoulder as the red leather was strapped on around my ankle. The heel must have been six inches long. My other foot was forced into its pair.
I had never worn high heels before, and there was no way I was ever going to be able to walk in those heels. It was lucky that I was going to be crawling, and the shoes were just for titillation.
“Ah yes, and one more sing, Rubber Boy”, one of the vixens said as she bent over me. She attached a collar around my neck and buckled it tight. “Now you vill follow as ve command. Let’s go Rubber Boy,” and with a pull on the leash she set off back down the corridor, with me on all fours trying to keep up behind her striding heels, the swish of her skirt just inches from my face.
With the gimp hood on any fear of recognition had gone – now I was free to indulge all my deepest, secret perversions, if only I got the chance, and no one would ever know it was me.
I followed my Nazi mistresses up and down the corridor, I wasn’t sure if they didn’t know which room to take me into, or if they just wanted to show off their latest Rubber pet. I just kept my eyes fixed on the sharp heels in front of me, and occasionally followed the line on the back of each sheer stocking up to heaven under the short skirt that teased and tempted me.
The rubbing of the tight latex on my stiff cock was getting hard to bear though. It was uncomfortable, but it was also stimulating me too much. The rubbing, combined with the movements of the butt-plug in my anus as I crawled, was in danger of making me shoot my load too early. Fortunately I was saved right then when my Goddesses turned into one of the rooms and stopped.
“OK people,” the Nazi holding my leash announced as I shuffled front and centre into the room. “I haf brought a new Rubber Boy for us to use, and I sink zat ve can do pretty much as ve vant vis him. No von owns him, and he is ours for ze taking.”
There were sniggers and catcalls all around the room, and a spattering of enthusiastic applause.
From what I could see from where I knelt, this room was quite small, mostly taken up by a double bed in the middle of it. There were metal bars as a headboard, and similar fixtures at the foot of the bed. Manacles were attached to the bars, and the bed was covered with white rubber sheeting. I started to get a little worried.
There were maybe eight or nine people in the room, not counting the three of us, and they were mainly dressed in a variety of latex costumes. Three were watching me from the bed, and the ones standing closest to me had their cocks and cunts exposed. I guessed that they had all been taking turns performing on the bed, but now they had another form of entertainment.
“Alright Rubber Boy, up, up onto the bed,” the Nazi holding me said, pulling hard on the leather leash and offering me a not so gentle kick on the ass as encouragement.
The three fetishists already there made space for me as I crawled onto the rubber sheet. It was a little damp in the middle and there were some wet spots – I could easily guess what those watery little puddles and splashes were.
“On your back Rubber Boy, let’s get you ready,” a Nazi girl commanded, and I slid over to the middle of the sheet and turned over, automatically taking up a spread-eagle position.
The two blondes quickly snapped the manacles closed on my wrists and secured me in place. It was too late for me to resist now, even if I wanted to.
“Here ve haf anozer toy for you Rubber Boy,” said one of the vixens, waving a dildo in front of my face. It was around 8 inches long, 2 inches thick, and made of black rubber. It also had straps attached and a ball at the base of the shaft.
“Open wide Rubber Boy,” she told me, and leaned forward over my head.
It’s always been one of my favourite fetishes and I love watching porn films where they are used, but I never thought I would get to use one, not really. The girl pushed the ball into my willing mouth and strapped the dildo to my head. The rubber cock stood up straight and hard in front of my face. My own cock was pulsing with pleasure against my belly, trapped in its latex enclosure.
No one had secured my legs, and I found myself trying to excite myself even more by arching my back, rubbing my cock against the inside of the catsuit. I didn’t want to cum, not like that, but it felt wonderful, humping that material.
I heard some laughter and people crowded around the bed, watching me wriggling and trying to jerk off. It was so humiliating and wonderful.
“Enough of zat, Rubber Boy, time for us to haf some fun,” one of the Nazi twins said, and climbed onto the bed beside me.
She unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. I gasped, or tried to. It’s hard to gasp when your mouth is full of rubber ball. Her skimpy silk panties followed her skirt, and she kicked them off the bed.
It’s a fascinating sight watching a gorgeous female ass descending on your face – one of the wonders of the world, well, my world anyway. I’ve always been into facesitting, ever since I was a kid and my neighbour taught me how to play her version of Hide and Seek, under her skirt, and without panties.
The bald pink pussy slowly lowered itself towards my enraptured face. The whites of her thighs almost glowed against the sheer blackness of her stockings. Unconsciously I tried to raise my head and get closer to that wrinkle-lipped orifice.
She paused then, on one knee and the other leg straddling my head. A beautifully manicured hand appeared under the delicious white ass and grasped the rubber cock attached to my face. Slowly, oh so slowly, the tip of the cock touched the precious lips, guided by the magic hand.
The girl must have been turned on as her cunt opened easily and allowed the dildo to slide smoothly into the hot interior.
My eyes were bulging with lust as the dildo impaled the girl and the amazing ass descended the last few inches, stopping just above my nose.
Oh God, I was in paradise. The sight, the scent, the feeling of her heat just out of reach. There was nothing in my universe except her ass.
She began to ride the cock above my face. Her weight forced the ball in my mouth deeper, and I needed to grip it with my jaws to stop it blocking my throat.
Up and down, up and down, that wonderful ass rising so that the tip of the cock almost slipped out, but then sliding majestically back down, swallowing the rubber shaft to the hilt.
I was hypnotised. Concentrating so hard on the girl’s ass that it took a few seconds to realise that something was happening at the other end of my body. Someone was unzipping my cock. Someone was scooping my cock and balls out of the latex catsuit. Someone was…oh yessss…someone was…massaging my swollen, slippery cock. Oh God, paradise just got even better.
It was hard to know where to focus my attention, my face or my cock? I needed to keep control of my mouth to make sure I didn’t choke. And I needed to manage my cock – I didn’t want to cum, not yet. Not yet.
The cunt riding the dildo was wet and oozing juice. It was so wet in fact that the juice was being squeezed down the shaft and onto my lips. There was a strap across the base of the cock that stopped her pussy from coming into direct contact with my face, but her juice was getting into the hole the dildo passed through. I could now taste her as well as see, hear and smell her.
Whoever was playing with my cock and balls was a skilled masturbator, and they kept me right on the edge, making my cock twitch and jerk as it developed an urge of its own.
My face rider was getting excited too, and the speed and urgency of her thrusts down onto my face increased quickly. The juice was frothing and oozing down the shaft, and more and more made its way to my lips.
I guess she reached orgasm. Suddenly she stopped and slumped forward, almost touching my shiny, latex-encased body. Was it all over? Whoever was playing with my cock had also stopped. If I could, I would have ground my teeth in frustration.
The wonderful ass rose with a slurp and a plop from my dildo gag, and for a brief instant I had the most amazing sight of a wet, sloppy pussy gaping down at me.
There was some muffled chat going on at the other end of the bed, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. The gimp hood was reducing the amount of sound that I could hear. But I could certainly hear the pounding of my own heart, racing for all it was worth.
After a few minutes the bed rocked and someone else climbed on board. It was only when she appeared in my field of vision that I could see it was the other twin, at least I assumed it was the other one, and not the first coming back for seconds.
They were definitely identical, and this one’s ass was as perfect as her sister’s had been. She was soon riding my face and history was being repeated - at least at first.
Suddenly someone grabbed my legs and pulled them high above my shoulders. Was the girl riding my face holding them, or someone else? It was impossible to see through the ass on my face.
The wet cunt continued to grind and impale itself on the dildo, squeezing more wonderful juice into my mouth – and she tasted just as good as her sister.
But then I felt my butt-plug being pulled out from my ass hole. This wasn’t a good sign, and my heart raced even faster.
My rear end definitely had my attention now, but with that damn pussy riding my face there wasn’t much I could do about anything.
The plug plopped out of my anus and for a second I felt empty. I could imagine my ass hole gaping at whoever had pulled the plug, and I shivered.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out what was happening though. Something hard was pressing against my still-open anus. Was it a dildo, or some rubber-encased flesh and blood cock? Was it someone using a strap-on, or was I being truly fucked? I couldn’t tell. I just haven’t had enough experience. But the fact was, someone was jamming a long hard cock into me – rubber or muscle didn’t matter.
And to force it in the ‘someone’ was sawing the cock back and forth, driving the bloody thing deeper and deeper every time.
I groaned and bit hard on the rubber ball in my mouth. It hurt, no – it hurt LIKE FUCK! My ass was burning and stretching, and felt like I needed to take one almighty shit every time they dragged the cock back out.
Through the latex catsuit I couldn’t feel much around me. Someone was holding my thighs for leverage, but was it a man or a woman?
I was being fucked in the ass and I didn’t even know who it was – SHIT!
A Nazi bitch was riding my face and getting herself off, and someone was raping my anus – this was not good. But then a ray of sunshine – someone started playing with my cock again and life got better.
It didn’t take my mind off the butt-fucking completely of course, but at least someone cared and I was getting pleasure with my pain.
Whoever it was that was fucking my ass must have started on the slippery path to orgasm, because the pace increased, and the force of the thrusts too. That made me think that it must be a man after all – I couldn’t believe that a woman would react the same way, even if it was a double-ended dildo.
I imagined the anonymous man humping my ass, and fucking himself to orgasm inside me, as an evil she-devil masturbated on her slave’s face right in front of him. I hated him, but I envied him.
It was the first time a man had ever fucked me, but the hands on my cock were edging me again and it was hard to focus on that humiliation. God I needed to cum so bad.
The cock in my ass was pulled out, and again I felt empty and desperate for the mother of all shits. But even before I had time to moan at the discomfort another organ forced its way up my hole. Oh God, I was being gang-banged!
The bitch on my face was really grinding away, trying to reach her climax, and juice oozed down into my mouth. But as she reached the end, I found out that she was different in at least one way to her sister – this one had a weak bladder.
As the Nazi cunt orgasmed on my helpless face, the juice turned to an aromatic trickle of warm yellow liquid that flowed down the shaft of the dildo, into my mouth and over my face.
I coughed and choked as the stream turned to a river. I couldn’t turn my head away, and with my mouth forced open by the ball gag, I just had to swallow what flowed into it.
For a few minutes my world was full of primal concerns – like staying alive and not drowning in the bitch’s piss.
But after what seemed like a lifetime the slut dragged herself off me, and I tried to open my eyes, blinking away the stinging fluid.
There was a lot of noise and yelling going on in the room, and when I could finally see through my bleary vision, I got the chance to see who was currently embedded in my rectum – a young, muscular guy of around 25 was holding my legs over his shoulders, and slowly pumping his rod in and out of my hole.
He was wearing a red latex hood, and black latex pants. Apart from that he was naked, and his muscles were working pretty hard to use me.
Sitting on the side of the bed next to me was a young woman, dressed in the sexiest white latex dress I had ever seen. She had shoulder-length black hair, and an amazingly full figure that the tight shiny rubber showed off to perfection. She was the one using her delicate, slender fingers to tease my drooling cock, and keeping me on the edge of ecstasy.
With the crowd around the bed cheering and yelling it was even harder to concentrate on what was happening to me. Clearly I was the room’s fuck-toy, and there was a lot of verbal encouragement being thrown at the guy fucking me. Likewise there seemed to be a lot of debate going on about who should use which end of me next.
With a loud grunt the young guy shot his load into the condom and my ass. It hurt; sure it hurt, but not as much as the first time. Was his cock smaller, or was my ass being stretched bigger?
I moaned again into my gag. The fingers of the girl in white were driving me crazy. I tried to lift my pelvis and fuck her hand, but she just moved the pressure away and left me humping empty air. The crowd laughed at that one, enjoying my frustration and shouting encouragement to the girl.
The bed creaked and moved again as the next abusers climbed on. A middle-aged woman dressed from head to toe in a black leather catsuit moved towards my head. She unzipped the opening under her cunt as she came towards me. It looked like my next guest was going to be a heavy one.
The guy who climbed between my legs was also middle-aged, and well dressed in a formal evening suit. From the way he talked to the woman it seemed that they were actually a couple – man and wife, very strange I thought.
There wasn’t much I could do about any of it. One after another I had people climbing onto my face. Most were women who rode me to a climax, using their pussies to grind out their pleasure on me. But some also slipped a condom onto the dildo and took it into their ass holes – both women and men.
That was the hardest part for me, watching a man’s ass riding up and down over my face. From what I could tell they either masturbated, or had someone rub them off as they anally fucked themselves on me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was sure I could feel their cum spattering on my latex-encased torso.
Of course my ass wasn’t being ignored either. There was a procession of cocks inserted and emptied. But to be honest it got easier, and less painful. And my mind sort of switched off.
With the exception of what was happening around my cock and balls it wasn’t pleasant, but at least my anus seemed flexible enough to stretch and adapt to the persistent fucking, and they did use loads of lube to help the process. But I hated to think how sore I would be tomorrow.
I don’t think I’d ever been edged so masterfully though. My cock pulsed and throbbed, and poured out a huge quantity of pre-cum, as skilful fingers teased and rubbed, tweaked and stroked. Several times a hot wet mouth descended on my tortured shaft and engulfed it from tip to base, but never was I allowed the sweet release that I would have begged for, if I could.
When I look at porn at home, I love to keep myself on the edge of orgasm, and I can go on like that for hours – literally. Building up a huge supply of cum, so that when I finally find the right trigger, wow, it’s an amazing feeling, and the amount of cum that jets out is incredible.
But this was a hundred times better – or worse. I would have said or done anything for relief.
It was also incredibly exhausting.
I was sweating like a pig, and aching all over. Basically I was done in and totally spent. If they would just let me cum, then I could pass out and they could do whatever they wanted with my body.
Finally there was a pause in the fucking, and my two blonde sadists snuggled up close to me. “Haf you had enough little Rubber Boy?” one of them whispered into my ear. “Did you play enough?”
“Mmmm…mmmm,” I said, trying to nod. My neck muscles ached, and my jaw felt locked around the rubber ball in my mouth.
“I sink ze little Rubber Boy is trying to say somesink,” the German bitch sniggered. “Should I take off ze gag?”
When she released the straps holding the dildo gag in place, and pulled the ball out of my mouth, it was hard just to reset my face and close my jaws.
“Zere, zere little Rubber Boy, you haf been a good little boy. Should Mummy be nice to you? Gif you a little treat, mmm?” she cooed.
The crowd around the bed giggled and sniggered, watching the spectacle and enjoying my humiliation.
I couldn’t move my lips enough to speak, but I nodded.
“OK my little Rubber Boy, then ve vill let you use our hands,” she said.
To be honest I was past caring what I could use to get off, just as long as I would be allowed to finally cum.
The blonde bitches produced pairs of transparent latex gloves, and took their time slipping them on, holding them in front of my face and letting me smell the rubber.
That was another one of my secret fetishes – I even enjoyed visiting the dentist just so that I could taste the rubber as he worked on my mouth. But it was so hard to resist sucking his fingers as he probed and pulled at my teeth.
My heart pounded as the girls finally snapped the latex in place and knelt either side of me, each placing a delicate gloved hand around my cock.
“OK Rubber Boy, you can start now,” one said, with a firm squeeze of my shaft.
I was exhausted, but I still had enough energy to raise my hips and start fucking those latex fingers.
The crowd closed in around the bed and urged me on with crude remarks and vulgar encouragement. It was so humiliating and degrading – it was fantastic.
My cock oozed more pre-cum and turned the gloved hands into slippery tubes, and I humped faster, driven on by fabulous lust.
“Oh yes, yes, my little Rubber Boy, fuck Mummy’s hand baby, yes baby, do it for Mummy,” one vixen moaned.
My eyes were fixed on one of the blonde’s faces as she looked down at me, a wicked glint in her eyes. I was concentrating so hard on fucking their hands that I almost jumped when a latex finger pushed its way between my lips.
“Suck it baby, suck Mummy’s finger,” the sister urged, and I gladly did as she instructed, sucking on the rubber as it twisted and squirmed in my mouth.
Another secret fetish exposed – sucking on fingers, or toes. God it felt good, and tasted good too.
I sweated and humped, humped and sucked. Sucking those rubber hands. Fucking those latex fingers.
The pressure was building and I knew that the unstoppable process had started. There was no turning back now, and I moaned and grunted as I fucked for all I was worth, driving my cock up into those slippery female hands.
I’m sure that I screamed as the first thick stream of cum pumped up from my balls and spurted out of my cock. My back went as rigid as my shaft as I jetted.
Surely it was the best orgasm of my life as I spasmed and humped, pumping wad after wad of heavy, creamy cum through their hands.
Some of it flew over my shoulder, but then I lost interest in where it was shooting as I gave myself up to the raging orgasm.
My mouth was open in a silent scream; my breath held in silent ecstasy. Was this the one – the heart-stopping, death-dealing, final climax? I was sure it must be. This must be the end. And what a way to go!
Did I black out? Perhaps, for a second. But then I collapsed back on to the slippery sheet, gasping and totally spent.
There was a round of applause and a lot of excited chatter as the crowd started to drift away in search of the next spectacle.
Someone untied my wrists, but I just lay where I was, trying to recover enough strength to slide off the bed. But then what? My mind was in a haze of peace and bliss from the post-climax hormone release, and my body was shot.
“Come on Rob, lets move,” a familiar voice said from beside me, and a firm hand shook my shoulder.
For a few seconds my mind wouldn’t focus. Rob? And who did that voice belong to?
Another shake on the shoulder and I managed to turn my head and look at who it was. It was Jessie, looking down at me with concern in her eyes.
“Jesus, that was some show you put on man,” she said, shaking her black head in admiration. “For a straight guy you certainly took a lot of cock, and what a finale!”
I rolled over onto my side and almost fell to the floor. Jessie put an arm around me and helped me sit up.
God I felt like a mess. My face hurt, my ass felt numb, and my balls throbbed painfully. I looked down at myself and saw that my latex body suit was spattered with various slimy deposits, which were trickling down over my chest and belly, and dripping out between my legs. My cock hung limp and spent, looking red and sore – I couldn’t feel it.
“Oh God,” I groaned, “What the fuck have I done?”
“Take it easy man,” Jessie said, and she produced a small nasal spray. “Here, this will wake you up.” She stuck one end up my left nostril and squeezed.
“Wow! Holy SHIT!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck is THAT?” It felt like someone had just thrown ice water into my face, and shot my bloodstream full of pure adrenaline.
Jessie laughed, “It’s just a little pick me up that we use to get through the next couple of fucks. I guess it’s your first time?”
I nodded and slid off the bed, at least I could stand now, although my legs felt like jelly and the heels made me feel like I might fall and break my ankles at any second.
“So, Rob, what’s your plan now?” Jessie said, wrapping her arm around my waist to hold me up.
I looked at her dumbly; still high from whatever she had sprayed up my nose. “What do you mean?
“Well, duh,” she said with a big white-toothed grin. “You’ve just been used as a rubber fuck toy by half a dozen guys, and even more white sluts. And then you pumped more juice than most guys shoot in a month. Are you gonna go back to being just mister straight white guy, or are you gonna carry on being Rubber Boy?”
When she said the part about Rubber Boy she slid her hand down over my latex suit and cupped her hand around my deflated cock, which twitched again at her touch.
To be honest I hadn’t thought about that at all. I hadn’t thought about anything. I was supposed to be getting on a plane and going home tomorrow, or was it already today? My wife and little bitch of a daughter were waiting at home for me.
I shook my head. What was she really suggesting - that I throw away my normal life and become a Rubber Boy full-time?
“Look, why don’t you come back with me to my place? I saved your wallet, but I don’t have a clue where your clothes have gone. You can stay with me tonight. I’m sure Max will let you borrow that latex catsuit just for tonight. And anyway, I have lots of latex outfits at home, if you want to stay,” she said with a wink.
I looked at her and I have to say I was tempted. She was slowly stroking my cock as we spoke and amazingly I could feel him reacting.
“I don’t know Jessie,” I said, feeling confused. “I have a wife and daughter at home, and a job. I can’t just throw all that away because I’ve found that I love wearing latex and acting like a total slut.”
“Easy boy,” Jessie laughed. “Hold on a minute. I wasn’t proposing going full on, not yet anyway. Just stay with me tonight to get your head back on, then we’ll see.”
My cock was slowly coming to full hardness again as she worked her magic.
She went on, “I think you’re nuts if you think you can just go back to the way you were, but it’s your choice. You said you would be coming over here for your job regularly, so we can just meet up and see how it develops. What do you say?’
I wanted to moan as she teased my organ back to rigid erection, and right then I would have agreed to anything.
“OK,“ I managed to say through gritted teeth, “Let’s go back to your place, and see what comes up.”
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Ok, a bit of honesty first.

This isn't really my 'thing', and as such I'm not going to be an avid fan of the overall storyline, Sad

...but....

It is very well written and the scenarios are nicely described with some of them, for me, suitably erotic. – So big congratulations to Bob for his time, skill and also for being brave enough to share! Big Grin


What the story did trigger was a memory of an image, and I’ve now managed to track it down (suspect it is photo-shopped, but who cares if it’s a good one?).

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Does this bring to life Bob’s world of Dom females and Sub men, all clad in latex and fetish gear?

Enjoy

MJ
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#15
Many thanks for the good words Madjack, and thanks too for the photo...I love it. Wish I was there with them ;-)

By the way, what is your 'thing', maybe I can write something for you?

All the best,

Bob


(12 Jan 2012, 15:38 )madjack Wrote: Ok, a bit of honesty first.

This isn't really my 'thing', and as such I'm not going to be an avid fan of the overall storyline, Sad

...but....

It is very well written and the scenarios are nicely described with some of them, for me, suitably erotic. – So big congratulations to Bob for his time, skill and also for being brave enough to share! Big Grin


What the story did trigger was a memory of an image, and I’ve now managed to track it down (suspect it is photo-shopped, but who cares if it’s a good one?).



Does this bring to life Bob’s world of Dom females and Sub men, all clad in latex and fetish gear?

Enjoy

MJ


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(12 Jan 2012, 15:38 )madjack Wrote: [Image: attachment.php?thumbnail=4883]   

Nice one Tongue
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#17
Would our hero like to work in this office?

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Shok

MJ
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#18
Oh wow... Maybe he/we would, as long as there was time allowed to be something other than a chair... Like a foot stool, or bed... And he could indulge in a little sensory pleasure.

(12 Jan 2012, 18:50 )madjack Wrote: Would our hero like to work in this office?



Shok

MJ


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Chapter 4: Homeward Bound

Waking up was just about the worst thing I could have done right then. My body was hurting, and my head was pounding fit to burst – I needed sleep, but something had woken me up, damn it!
I lay still, trying to push the pain in my head down to tolerable levels. Maybe what had disturbed me was that I was bound hand and foot, and was totally immobile. Yes, that could have been it.
The red latex catsuit that I had been wearing last night still encased me from neck to ankles, and down to my wrists, and that made the bondage seem even more restricting.
I lay still on my back and tried to relax – not that I had much choice. A ball gag filled my mouth so I couldn’t call out, but what would that have achieved anyway? My memory was foggy and it was painful to try and force a path through to what had happened and where I was.
Light was filtering in through the window blinds, so I knew it must be late, but how late? I had a flight to catch, but that wasn’t until evening and it couldn’t be that late, could it?
The sound of slow, steady breathing was coming from someone lying beside me. I turned my head and came face to face with a vaguely familiar black woman. Except my memory told me that this was Jessie, and that ‘she’ was definitely not a woman.
I groaned inwardly as everything that had happened the night before rushed back into my mind with a vengeance. No wonder my body felt so bad, and even my aches had pains.
Then I realised what had woken me up – the throbbing of my rock hard cock and the balloon-like pressure on my bladder – I needed a piss and I needed it now!
Jessie continued to sleep, and I tried to think about something else – anything, just to take my mind off the situation. I thought back to what happened after we left Max’s house.
Chuck had managed to find a taxi by the time Jessie had somehow half carried me down to the front door. I was totally out of it. Exhausted, but high on something that Jessie had sprayed up my nose.
She’d managed to get those crazy high heel shoes off me, so at least I could walk a little. And the gimp hood was left behind too, along with the horsetail butt plug. Just the thought of it made me groan with embarrassment.
My cock had been huge and slippery, and there was no way to get it back into the latex suit with it in that condition, and no one had wanted to waste such a fine erection. So Jessie and wrapped her slim black fingers around it and led me down the path and into the back seat of the cab.
I suppose the cabbie must have been used to seeing such sights. After all, except in San Francisco, how often do you witness a black transvestite in a satin dress pulling along a white man by his cock, with him dressed from head to toe in red latex?
But right then I didn’t care a toss, I was high and my cock was throbbing.
With Chuck on one side and Jessie on the other I was in heaven as they stroked and played, once again getting me to the edge and teasing me to the point of insanity.
While Chuck paid off the cabby, Jessie led me into her apartment. To be honest I didn’t pay much attention to where it was, or what the place looked like. The three of us staggered into the lift and we rumbled up a few floors.
Once inside, Jessie gave me another couple of squirts of the magic stuff from her spray and we were off to the bedroom.
I recalled vague memories of feeling hot lips around my shaft, and slippery tongues in my mouth. Someone was deep inside my anus, and some tight ass muscles were squeezing my own cock. It was all a lurid blur. And then I was somehow tied up and gagged. I couldn’t remember how or when that happened.
The pressure on my bladder reminded me that something was urgently needed, and I moaned with the discomfort, wriggling to try and change position.
“Hello lover, did you sleep well?” a husky whisper breathed into my right ear. And a hand slid down my latex-covered chest and a sharp fingernail traced a tantalizing line from my cock-head to my balls. I moaned again, this time with pleasure.
“Mmm,” Jessie purred, and snuggled up close, kissing my ear and sliding her tongue inside. Her hand gripped my rigid shaft tightly. “You’re always hard baby, I love it. I think I’ll keep you here as my pet cock.”
I moaned around the ball gag and tried to make imploring movements with my eyes. I was sweating with the pressure on my bladder and things were getting desperate.
“Awww, does cocky baby want to tell Mummy something?” Jessie giggled. “You want Mummy to take care of your big hard thingy?”
I shook my head wildly from side to side, and tried to speak around the gag. “Mmmfff…nnnfff,” was all I could manage though.
“OK, let Mummy take care of it sugar, you just lie still,” she said and raised herself to kneel beside me. She was wearing a black silk nightie with lace trim, and she looked wonderful.
“Mmmmfff…nnnffffff,” I raged, shaking my head. Of course I could have sex with my ‘morning wood’ and a full bladder, but it was never pleasant for me, and it always took a long time for me to cum. It needed my body to overcome one pressing need with the more pleasing sensation of sex, and that was not easy, especially when I was this full.
“What is it lover? Is there a real problem?” Jessie said, a look of concern spreading over her pretty face. She leaned forward and undid the strap holding the gag in place.
After I managed to get my jaws working again, I said, “Yes, there’s a problem. I’m dying for a piss. My bladder is about to burst. For God’s sake, let me go to the bathroom.”
“Oh baby, is THAT all?” Jessie laughed. “That’s not a problem. You don’t need to worry. Here let me put the gag back and I’ll tell you what we’ll do.” And to my amazement she just pushed the ball back into my mouth and strapped it in again. And I was so shocked that I let her!
Reaching over to the bedside table she picked up a tube of lube and started slathering my engorged cock. Once it was ready she straddled my waist and I felt her manoeuvring my cock head towards her anal opening.
“Mmmmffff….nnnnfffff…mfff,” I said, shaking my head. She hadn’t put on a condom, and I hadn’t had ‘bareback’ sex with antone but my wife since before my marriage. Jesus, I might catch anything.
“Oh don’t worry baby, I trust you. And I know I’m clean,” she said, finally finding the target and settling down on me. I felt my cock head slide through her sphincter muscles.
To be honest I do prefer not to have sex using a condom – yes I love the feeling of latex, but not on my cock – it reduces the sensitivity and pleasure, in my opinion. But everyone knows that you have to use one if you want safe sex, you know it makes sense.
Jessie wriggled and settled, frowning a little in concentration as she took my stiff monster up into her rectum.
“Mmm, there we are lover. Does that feel better?” she smiled down at me, placing a hand on each shoulder, impaled on my shaft. Her silk nightie settled across my belly and thighs.
It did feel good - a hot grip along the whole length of my cock. She squeezed me with her muscles and it felt even better.
“Now then lover, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she said, looking me straight in the eye. “I am gonna ride you and you are gonna cum. And while I’m riding you, Chuck over there is going to stop stroking his own organ and come and take care of mine.”
I hadn’t realized that Chuck was even in the room with us, but now I heard him chuckle, and he came and sat down on the bed next to us.
Jessie began to slowly fuck herself on my cock, rising slowly until only the tip remained inside, and then lowering herself again until she was sitting on my balls.
There wasn’t much that I could do; I was just a latex sex toy, unable to move or speak.
“Now, what’s going to happen once you cum,” Jessie went on, carefully watching my face, “is that you will need to piss, right?”
“Mmmffff,” I said, trying to nod.
“Good, now don’t worry about that, just do what comes naturally, OK?” she said. “Once you’ve cum, just let it go. Fill me up with your hot piss. Chuck will have a towel and a plug ready, and it’s just like I’m getting an enema, OK?”
My eyes went wide with shock. “Mmff,” I said.
Chuck began to stroke her cock through the silk nightie, and Jessie picked up the pace a little. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she took my whole length, and Chuck used all his skill to stimulate her cock.
True it was a pleasant experience, but the pressure in my bladder took away much of the ecstasy that I would have felt normally. And then there was the psychological feeling of being used. I couldn’t move a muscle and Jessie was just using my cock like some kind of living dildo.
But having said all that the sensation of fucking, combined with the erotic spectacle of someone riding me, and having their cock rubbed, was having the desired effect. The pressure in my balls was growing and my attention was more and more focussed on sex rather than pissing.
Jessie was going for it now. Squeezing my cock shaft with her anal muscles, and taking my full length with every stroke. The silk front of her nightie was sodden with pre-cum, and Chuck was watching his mistress’ face closely as he milked her through the smooth material.
“Mmmfffff…Mmmmfff…mmmm,” I moaned, trying to tell them that I was about to cum. But Jessie’s eyes were closed, and Chuck was totally concentrated on pleasing her.
“Mmmmmmm….mmmm,” I groaned, and tried to arch my back, thrusting my hips upwards as best I could, pumping my sperm into Jessie’s bowels.
It was an incredible orgasm, made even better by the fact that my cock was naked and unprotected in the hot cavity of her rectum.
My balls pumped and I bit down hard on the ball gag in my mouth, thrusting with all my strength, trying to get every last millimetre of cock inside her. Trying to squeeze every last sperm out inside that hot, slippery tube of black ass.
I slumped back on the bed, but Jessie wasn’t finished, and a side effect of the full bladder was that my cock didn’t wilt. She carried right on, grinding her ass down onto me, looking for her own sweet climax at the hand of Chuck.
“Gahhhh,” Jessie cried out, throwing her head back, forcing her ass down onto my cock, and forward into the silk tube made my Chuck around her cock.
Streams of white, gooey cum shot from her cock head and spattered up my latex chest. Chuck laughed and tried to target my face with the spewing organ, but Jessie was already collapsing forward onto me, spent.
Now, finally, the pressure in my bladder was becoming irresistible. My cock was losing its stiffness inside Jessie’s anus and as it became softer, so the pressure could not be denied.
“MMmmm…mmmmffff,” I tried to warn her what was about to happen, but she just snuggled down across my chest, and kissed the exposed parts of my face.
“Shush, shush baby, it’s OK. Just let it go,” she whispered between kisses.
I couldn’t help it. It was the first time ever that I’d done anything like it.
I did as she told me, and let go of my bladder control.
It wasn’t easy. Just like pissing in the swimming pool, or the sea, you have to overcome the surrounding water pressure. But my bladder was full, and the pressure was high.
But then it was flowing, and it felt good.
Jessie moaned and wriggled as the hot liquid poured out of me and mixed with my cum, filling her bowels, rectum and anus.
It felt dirty, disgusting and perverted. She kissed me, licked at my face, and moaned like a deprived she-devil.
“Yes, yes, piss in me, fill me with piss you bastard,” she hissed. “Fill my guts with your cum and piss you fucking slut!”
And still it poured out of me and into her. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t move. The way she was laying on me was just adding to the pressure on my bladder.
But finally my cock slipped out of her, and the last drops of my piss were mopped up by Chuck with his towel, but not before he had deftly slipped a large butt plug into Jessie’s anus, blocking the cum and piss mix inside her.
“Mmmm… wonderful,” she cooed, giving me a final kiss before sliding off me. “I love to feel full and heavy. I’ll carry that load around until I’m ready for another orgasm, and then Chuck will get it all, lucky Chuck.
While Jessie wandered off on Cloud Nine, I hoped that Chuck would take the hint and let me go, but unfortunately he had another idea.
Chuck was naked, and he straddled my chest, his ass sitting in the puddles of Jessie’s cum, and his belly and balls pointing at my face. So was his cock, which was red and throbbing after considerable rubbing.
With a perverted smile on his face he set about jerking off, the tip of his organ only inches from my chin.
I was a helpless victim, immobile and unable to protest.
He leaned forward and took his weight on his left hand, as he rubbed harder, moving his cock right over my face.
“Here it comes pretty boy,” he sneered, his face red and sweaty. “I hope you enjoy my load as much as she enjoys yours.”
And then he came.
He grunted and sprayed his slimy load carefully, using his hand to make sure that every drop hit the intended target – my gagged mouth, my eyes, my nose and my cheeks. He managed to coat every exposed part of my face.
“There we are,” he gasped, after he had wiped the last thick drop over my lips. “Now I’ll let you go.”
He took his time undoing the straps that blocked my arms and legs, throwing them to one side.
It was hard to open my eyes with the lids all sticky with Chuck’s slime. But as soon as my hands were free I reached up and unbuckled the ball gag, at least then I could swallow and breathe properly.
I wiped the cum off my face as best I could, watching Chuck disappear through the door as I managed to sit up. It was probably good that he had left, otherwise I would have been tempted to hit him after what he had just done to me.
Fortunately Jessie came back right at that point with a pile of clothes in her arms – men’s clothes.
“Here you are baby, have a look through these and take any that fit,” she said as she dumped them on the bed. She was still wearing the nightie, and she still looked great.
“Oh yeah,” she said looking at me with a sheepish grin, “I’d better help you out of your pretty latex suit,” and she giggled as she unzipped me.
Wow that felt better. It felt like I was stepping out of my skin - cool and fresh, and somehow even more naked than just nude.
“Thanks Jessie,” I said gratefully, “you mind if I take a shower?”
She looked a little closer at my face and said, “Is that cum all over you? Did that douche-bag Chuck take liberties?”
I nodded, but didn’t say anything – it was embarrassing enough already. My face was bright red.
“What a shit,” she said. “I wondered why he got dressed and left in such a hurry. What a scum bag.” She shook her head and gave my cheek a pat. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the pathetic loser pay for that.”
I gave her a grateful smile, and then looked over at the clock on the dresser. It was time that I got moving.
Jessie noticed my look and said, “OK, I’ll call a cab. You take a shower and get dressed. Before you go though, tell me, you will be coming back, yeah?” She made eye contact and held my hand. She seemed genuinely concerned that I might not.
I was touched and returned her gaze. “Yes, I’ll be coming back, I promise,” I said. “This is the best night out ever, how could I not come back?”
She laughed, and sounded relieved. “That’s great,” she said, “when you come back again we’ll have some REAL fun.”
The shower felt good, and I stood under the hot water for a long, long time, letting it sooth my bruises and aches, easing away the stiff muscles and relaxing me.
After drying myself off I rummaged through the pile of clothes that Jessie and found. It was easy to pick out all I needed to get back to the hotel. Jessie had left my wallet next to the bed, and in a few minutes I was dressed and ready to go.
I followed the smell of fresh coffee and croissants, and found Jessie in the kitchen. My belly rumbled with hunger as I took a few huge mouthfuls of food. It was mid-afternoon, and I would have eaten anything, but that sure tasted good.
Jessie watched me eat, and I noticed that look in her eye – she was starting to feel horny again, and I needed to go. It was too bad that she wasn’t a real girl – I think I would have been tempted to leave my wife and family for her, but she wasn’t a real girl, and there was a limit as to how much homosexually I could swallow in one go.
The doorbell rang and it was time to leave.
“Here’s my number,” Jessie said, a wistful look on her face. “Call me when you know you’re coming to town, OK? And don’t leave it too long.”
My smile was genuine. And my promise to call, and come back soon was real too. It had been a lot of fun – painful, humiliating, shocking, but it had been a life-changing experience that I would never forget.
She gave me a kiss on the lips and a cock squeeze as I slipped out the front door and headed for the elevator.
As far as I could tell she still had the butt plug in place, and guts full of my cum and piss. I wondered how long she would be walking around like that – and what it actually felt like to be carrying that load. “Oh well, maybe next time,” I said to myself as I climbed into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel.
Once back at the hotel I invented a story about forgetting my key card in the room, and the desk manager quickly issued me with another. The real one was still in my trouser pocket back at Max’s house – or most likely in the trash by now.
I still had an hour or so before I needed to check out and leave for the airport – plenty of time to pack and get a bite to eat. Knowing how slow Room Service was at the hotel I ordered some food as soon as I got into the room – just a burger and fries, with a salad. Then I got packing and quickly had everything neatly squared away in my one piece of luggage. I’ve travelled so often it never takes more than 15 minutes for me to pack.
Still no sign of my food, so I stripped off the clothes from Jessie and decided on another shower to freshen up before the long haul back home.
The doorbell chimed as I finished towelling myself off, so I quickly pulled on the fluffy white dressing gown that the hotel kindly provided, and jogged to open the door before my meal disappeared back to the kitchen.
Two sullen-looking young Asian guys stood in the corridor dressed in waiter’s uniforms – Chinese I thought, and maybe in their early twenties. I think I’d seen them before serving at breakfast, but I couldn’t be sure, there were a lot of Chinese in San Francisco. They had a food trolley with them – my very late lunch I assumed.
I gave them a big smile and waved them into the room. I was happy, as I always am when I’m going home.
Without a word the two young Chinese trundled the trolley inside and began to set out the dishes and plates on my small dining table.
While they were busy I went looking for my wallet to see about a tip – something that I’ve never liked or gotten used to. I always feel awkward about tipping – how much is right? If it’s too little will they think I’m mean and give shitty service next time?
I sorted through the junk in my wallet and found that I didn’t have a whole lot of cash to give – at least not many small bills. I felt really bad – I had a five, a couple of twenties and a fifty. It would have to be the five, too bad, but after all I never asked them to send two guys just to deliver a burger!
They finished laying out the table and just stood there waiting – I hate that too, the expectation of a tip. I walked over and gave the nearest one the five-dollar bill.
“ Sorry,” I said, “but it’s all the change I’ve got.” The guy stood looking down at the money as though I’d just spit in his hand.
“Five dollar?” the ungrateful wretch said, with a sneer on his oriental face. “Five dollar for two. Is that all?” He looked at his colleague, who gave me an arrogant look up and down, like I was piece of white trash.
There was an exchange between them in turbo-charged Chinese, then the first guy said, “My brother, he say you are not nice man. He say you take advantage of poor Chinese.” So, they were brothers, or was he just being figurative? It was true, they did look alike, but then I never could tell Asian’s apart. But I was feeling guilty, and I blushed with embarrassment.
“My brother says he hungry and need more than five dollar for food,” the first brother said. And then I noticed the other guy pick up one of my fries and slip it into his mouth – what a cheek, he was eating my food.
“Hey,” I said, “That’s my food. Five dollars is all I’ve got, so it’s too bad. I’m sorry, but you’d better leave now.”
The guy took another fry and they both just stood there staring at me, with sly smiles on their smug faces.
Another exchange in rapid Chinese, then, “My brother, he say you come to San Francisco looking for men. That you a gay man. He say, that’s why you only wear a dressing gown when we come to your room.” I blushed like a schoolgirl, and I felt my knees go weak. He was wrong, but I guess it could look like that to them – it was the middle of the afternoon and I should have been dressed.
The brother dipped a fry in the tomato ketchup and ate it. I was getting all flustered, and not at all sure how to deal with the situation, which getting out of hand.
More Chinese dialogue between them and then they both laughed. Another greasy fry disappeared into the brother’s mouth.
“My brother say, he want twenty dollars. We want twenty dollars each. So we can get food,” said the only one who seemed to speak English.
The brother said something else in Chinese and they both laughed again. More fries disappeared between those greasy lips.
“My brother he say, he want twenty dollar AND a blowjob,” and they both laughed again. “And me too,” the spokesman said when he finished giggling.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, “What the hell are you two saying, get the hell out of my room,” I stammered, red in the face and hardly able to breathe.
The brother walked around to where I was standing, fries held in his greasy fingers. He stood in front of me and looked up into my face.
“You give twenty dollar each. And blowjob. Or we tell hotel manager that you try to rape us. We make big trouble for you.” He looked serious and the blood drained from my face.
My hands were shaking as I opened my wallet and gave him the two twenties.
He looked at the two bills, and then smiled – a nasty little smile. He held up his greasy fingers towards my face.
“Lick fingers clean gay man,” he said, and they both laughed. I felt so humiliated, but I felt my cock twitch.
He pushed his fingers against my lips. “Suck,” he instructed. So I opened my mouth and tasted the fries that he had been eating.
I started to suck the three fingers that he pushed inside, and he gripped my lower jaw, using it to pull me down into a kneeling position in front of him.
“Now, you give blowjob. Make it good gay man,” he snarled, while his brother just kept giggling.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his little Chinese dick. At least it wasn’t as big as Jessie’s, and it looked clean. Grabbing me by the hair he pulled me closer.
I was really scared that they would make trouble and somehow delay my flight, so I did as I was told. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked.
As I worked I noticed that he kept taking my fries and eating them, even as I was blowing him. Then, even worse, I looked over at his brother and saw that he was filming my oral action on his camera phone. Oh God, this was too embarrassing!
“Get cock out,” the one with the camera said. “Show us your white cock. Rub while you suck, gay man.”
My cock was getting hard with all the humiliation, and it quickly swelled to full size as the little Chinese guy moved in for a close up of me sucking and jerking off.
The pressure on my head grew, pressing my face deeper into his crotch as the evil little bastard got closer to shooting his slime into my mouth. He didn’t actually taste bad, and after all I’d done the night before, it wasn’t so hard to suck him off. And my own cock was already drooling as I stroked.
“Yeah, suck him off gay man,” the one with the camera giggled, “but you no swallow when he cum, OK!” With a mouthful of cock I couldn’t answer, but I looked up at his camera and nodded as best I could. I’d seen enough porn films to know what was coming.
With a loud grunt, the little pervert began spewing seed into my mouth. It was nothing compared to Jessie’s load last night, and this time I was ready – it was easy to catch it all and hold it. I never even coughed.
He pushed me away from his slippery dick and I almost fell backwards, but caught my balance just in time. The dressing gown fell open though, exposing my chest and fully-hard cock.
“OK gay man, show me what in mouth,” the camera guy said, “Open.”
So I knelt there and opened wide, letting him film the sight of his brother’s cummy load sitting on my tongue.
“Good dog,” he laughed, as he filmed a close up. “Here something else for you gay man.” And he spat a huge wad of phlegm into my open mouth. “You like that?” he sneered. And then his brother did the same – disgusting!
“Now, you swallow” he instructed. With a grimace I did as I was told and forced the sticky mess down with a couple of gulps, the camera phone right up close to my face.
“Now my turn,” the little swine said, unzipping his fly. “Me nice and hard, you good cock sucker, gay man.”
Once again I knelt in front of my tormenter and took his stiff little cock in my mouth.
“Look up into camera, gay man,” he instructed, so I did and he must have got a great shot as his cock slipped in and out of my mouth, my face staring into his lens.
It only took a few minutes for the young guy’s load to join his brother’s and this time I swallowed it right away, as he gripped my hair and forced his dick as far as he could into my mouth.
“Yeah, good cock sucker,” the little guy gasped as he pulled his dick out of my face.
The other brother said something in Chinese and they both laughed. “My brother say you can cum now, gay man,” and he pointed at my burger on the plate. “He say, you cum on your food, then we watch you eat it.” They both laughed again as I climbed to my feet, my knees aching, and walked over to the table.
One little bastard opened the burger and pointed at the meat. “Cum on that gay man, now!”
If it meant they would leave, why not? I stood against the table, stroking and rubbing my shaft, the tip pointing at my burger, and the camera recording everything.
It was such a humiliating scene that I didn’t have to rub myself for long. I groaned as the cum burst up from my balls and spat onto the plate, splattering over the burger and the few remaining fries.
They both had a good laugh at that.
“OK gay man,” the one with the camera said, “We go now. You good cocksucker. When you come back to San Francisco?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I said, which was true.
The little runt walked up to me and held up his camera. “Listen cocksucker, you come back soon, and you call us, OK.” He dropped a piece of paper with a phone number on it onto the table.
“You call us and we have fun with you. We hear you come and not call us, then we send movie to your wife and boss, OK?”
I shrugged, I wasn’t worried too much, there was no way they could know how to contact my wife or my employer.
“You think we don’t know?” he sneered. “You think we stupid?” he laughed as he told me my wife’s email address, and my company’s phone number.
I gasped at that and I felt the blood drain from my face. “How?” I managed to gasp.
“We have friend in Reservations Department. He says your wife sent email about your room after your company sent the booking. So we get wife and boss,” and they both laughed again.
“Jesus!” I thought, “What a mess to be in.”
They were still laughing as they slammed the door on the way out.
I looked at my watch. “Shit!” I said out loud, I only had a few minutes left to check out.
Throwing on some clothes and checking my bags, I didn’t bother to eat the burger – somehow I’d lost my appetite.
As I rode the taxi to the airport I had a lot of time to think over the events of the last 24 hours.
Jessie and Chuck, Max and the two wicked Nazi twins, and now two Chinese bastards turning me into their bitch!
What the hell was I going to do? There was no way I was going to stay away from San Francisco now. I really wanted to experience more of the latex dream that I’d started, and so what if I needed to please some young Chinese guys to be able to do it? It was all part of my life from now onwards, and I’d do anything to make it happen.
As the taxi pulled into the airport I grinned to myself and thought, “My God, what a difference a day can make!”
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I've been thinking about the next chapters. Rob is back home, with his UN-loving wife, and nasty-bitch of a teenage daughter. He wants to get back to San Francisco and the rubber crowd there, but his work has slowed down and another trip is over the horizon. But he's addicted now. He's been awakened to the pleasures of latex, bondage and other sides of sex. He needs to satisfy his new craving and starts collecting latex/rubber clothing and toys. He's also realised he likes wearing sexy women's clothes - silk, satin, pantyhose, heels. But he has to do it all alone and in secret, his wife would never understand.
He's also being blackmailed by the young Chinese guys from his hotel. They 'force' him to perform on webcam and film it all. But he loves the attention and the humiliation.
But here's the thing - I'm turned on by the idea that he gets caught by his daughter. I like the idea of her dominating and humiliating him. What do you think? I'm really into Femdom myself, and this excites me. Any thoughts?
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