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Second Hand Slave
The army store had the standard red white and blue painted sign out
front, "Army Surplus, Buy/Sell/Trade". Andy had come looking for another
gasmask when his old one, a gift from a past rubber master, had been
lost out of the back of his car. Wearing a black leather pants that fit his
tight little ass, with a heavy leather belt , and black high boots , he
appeared to be a normal twenty-something ready to go out on the town
Crossing his legs with nervous expectation, hoping that this
store would have the mask that held so many strong rubber memories for
him, he knew that there was much more to him than the exterior clothes
seen by most men and women. Andy was a secret slave to latex bondage.
Even now, his cock was hard inside the tight black rubber penis he
wore under his leather pants.
Andy wished himself luck, and moved forward, pushing open the door with the sound of
metal jangling. Chains hooked around the door handle swung noisily as
he let the door swing shut behind him. Looking around Andy saw the
obligatory flak jackets, ammo boxes, and army knife display that every
surplus store seemed to sport.
Glancing around he saw a buzz-cut brown head behind a huge pile of
camouflage gear, "Look around, ask if you don't see what you want..."
The head bobbed up and down as the clerk straightened and pulled at the
gear on the table.
Moving deeper into the store, he glance immediately found what he was
most interested in, the HAZMAT gear display. Pushing between the bright
orange nylon quilted pilot jackets on racks to either side of him, he
moved in on the dull black and shining glass of the gasmasks laying on
the display table and strapped onto various mannequins posed around it.
His cock hardened, as he saw several M17 masks, black rubber dusted
lightly with talc, presenting stark alien faces with the glint of their
empty eyes hypnotizing him. He flashed back to the numerous times he
had been bound, strapped into rubber, lubed, ass filled with
buzzing dildos, air hissing in and out of the ports of the M17 gasmask
strapped tightly around his head. Cock and ass convulsing as he
climaxed into the latex binding him, mask clamping to his face as he
surrendered to the rubber.
Andy refocused, looking for a price tag on the nearest mask, knowing that
whatever it said, he had to have one. He started, dropping the tag as
a baritone voice spoke at his elbow.
"We always carry an excellent selection of breathing gear, The M17 is a
good reliable model, heavy rubber inner face flanges, good face seal,
and very durable. The straps tighten for a snug comfortable fit, so you
can use this baby for hours at a time..."
Turning Andy saw the owner of the brown buzz-cut. About 6 foot, with
green eyes, a latex shirt skin tight over his chest, the clerk smiled
and waited for his answer.
Taking a deep breath he tried to come up from black slick hole the
rubber was pulling him into, "I'm looking for a mask to replace one that
was lost, it was an M17 too." He smiled nervously at him.
"Lost? That's too bad. But, these should do a good job in its place.
We've actually got some specially modified versions for sale also, do
you want to see them?" The clerk glanced down at his stiff cock pushing out against his pants
and Andy went red realizing how obvious his rubber desire must be.
"Modified? Yes, I'd like to see them, where are they?" Andy turned from
the clerk, and adjusted his cock to hide his excitement.
"We keep them in the back, We just don't have enough floor space for
everything out here...Follow me." The clerk pushed between the
outreached nylon arms of the racks of jackets and moved towards the back
of the store.
Hurrying to catch up, Andy let out a little gasp as the slick nylon of
the jacket arms slid against his sensitive nipples. The clerk motioned
him through a dark doorway. "They're down the stairs at the end of the
hallway, go ahead, you can't miss it."
He moved down the hallway, boots tapping, and walked down a
dimly lit set of stairs at the end. Reaching the bottom, he saw several
mannequins under the glare of a bank of track lights.
Each was wearing a heavy rubber gas mask, and also other gear. Walking
up to them, Andy's breath quickened. Each mannequin stood supported by a
steel frame, with metal cuffs holding onto its wrists, ankles, neck, and
waist. They were also completely covered in black latex. He stepped
closer, cock starkly poking out from his pants as he stared at the
rubber figures. Each was outfitted with a full latex catsuit, feet
concealed by heavy latex surf booties, hands emerging from metal cuffs
contained in finger-less, heavy rubber mittens. Some were slightly
reclined; fake crotches bulging with cunningly placed vibrators, pushing
against the slick black rubber.
His gaze swung up to take in the amazing gasmasks strapped tightly
around each mannequin's head. All modified from what looked like M17
masks, they had tubing running from the intake ports, over the back of
the racks to convincingly real oxygen tanks. Also, every gasmask's
eyeports had been painted black on the inside. Each mannequin also had
sizable rubber covered breasts ending in shining chrome metal caps with
connecting wires.
Listening intently, he even heard the whistling of air through the
hoses of the display.
"This is so realistic!" He thought to himself. Peering around the
closest mannequin, he noticed that wires ran from what looked like a
PEZ electrical box to a spot under where the mannequin's cock and
asshole would have met under the rubber of the catsuit and up to the
nipple caps in front.
Unable to resist, he stretched out a hand and touched the taut rubber
crotch of one of the mannequins. A moan sounded from the gas mask, and
the mannequin's black slick rubber body moved under his hand.
"What!?" he jerked his hand back. His mouth opened in amazement as he
heard a click, and a hum began to come from the electrical box. Each of
the "mannequins" began to jerk against the metal cuffs holding them to
the racks, black rubber of the catsuits shining in the hard light of the
display, heavy mittened hands twisting under the restraint of the wrist
manacles, masked heads nodding and pulling side to side, metal capped
breasts heaving, as the sounds of air whistling though the attached
hoses backgrounded it all.
He backed up, and bumped into the clerk who had stolen up behind him.
"How do you like it? We deal in all types of surplus, rubber slaves
included of course." Grinning he spun him against the wall and quickly
bound his wrists with a pair of cuffs. "We actually just sold one of our
display items, and I think you'll make a fine replacement!"
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An hour had passed; he had been summarily stripped, lubed and forced to
put on a heavy rubber suit just like the other slaves on display. The
suit had slithered on to him, squishing the lube cock sleeve on and
and ass cheeks.
Zipped tightly behind his back up to his neck, wires trailed from the
suit from where they entered it to control the vibrator in his butt plug jammed in his ass.
His hands were useless in the heavy rubber mittens, feet forced into the tight rubber feet of the suit also
protesting. His toes strained against the tight slick cling of the
rubber.
He was strapped into the same type of rack as the others. Wrists,
ankles, waist and neck wrapped in rubber, pinioned by steel. His head
was covered with the open hood of the suit, white face shining
sweat-slicked from the surrounding rubber.
"Yes, I think you're going to be one of our more popular display models"
The clerk stepped into the light. He was now wearing tight rubber pants,
with a heavy rubber codpiece not quite concealing his thick, stiff cock,
black latex t-shirt showing off the muscles in his arms and torso. His
heavy black riding boots finished the look.
"Don't worry, judging by your reaction to our 'tame' display out front,
you'll enjoy being a surplus rubber slave, not that you've really got a
choice though..." laughing the clerk picked up a heavy rubber hood
"I want you to open wide now, we wouldn't want this hood's gag and
air-hole to be blocked would we," Hooking the heavy rubber over his
forehead, the clerk pulled it down, forcing a heavy rubber ball gag into
his mouth, and smoothing the rubber of the hood, until only his panicked
eyes were showing.
The clerk grinned and reached down to knead his new "mannequin's" cock
through the rubber of the suit, feeling its stiffening rod as he stroked poor
Andy who could not control his excitement.
"I really do like surplus work!" Reaching behind him he picked up one of
the modified M17 masks, "Have a good time!" The mask was pulled over his
head, and Andy was plunged into the artificial darkness caused by the
blacked out lenses of the mask. The clerk pulled the straps tightly
around Andy head, pressing the heavy seal of the mask against his nose
and face.
His breath whistled through the ports with a gasp as he felt the clerk
push aside the latex bonded metal caps covering his nipples and pinch
each of them cruelly. Smiling, the clerk gave Amy's rubber covered
nipples a squeeze also. Repositioning the chrome nipple caps, he then
leaned down and plugged the leads trailing from his newest display piece
into the master electrical box.
As the butt-plug came to shuddering life deep in his ass,
and the first electrical jolt shocked his nipples and his cock to even
greater sensitivity, Andy gasped into the rubber of the mask, and bit
down on the rubber gag filling his mouth. He was blinded, bound in
rubber, nipples hard, latex covered chest heaving, arms jerking
against his bonds, ass clenching under the butt plug's mad gyrations.
Andy was a latex slave once again.
The clerk stood back and watched the twitching, restrained contortions
of his newest rubber slave, sightless masked head swaying and
rubber wrapped hips writhing with the intensity of the sensations the
rubber and electricity were evoking.
The rubber slave business was definitely looking up.
Story Submitted By Latex boy
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