Brothers in Rubber
Brothers in Rubber.
By Daniel Guy.
Phillip had the keys to Toby’s London
Phillip was eighteen and it was his first holiday abroad away from his parents. His brother had left home years before and since he had his well paid job in the city, Phillip saw him rarely. As Phillip had never seen where Toby lived, he was curious to know whether the apartment, and Toby’s lifestyle was as impressive as Toby had claimed.
Phillip entered, dropped his rucksack down in the hall and began to look around. The place was sparsely furnished; the décor was minimalist and stylishly utilitarian. A huge black and white photo of Judy Garland hung in the hall. Deciding to call his mother, he sat down on the black leather sofa in the lounge and picked up the phone. It was a particularly modern phone and Toby seemed unable to work out how to obtain a dialing tone. He pressed a button and realised too late that he had switched on the answer-machine by mistake.
‘Hey Toby, my little fuck-boy. It’s Ian. I’m working late at the warehouse tonight and I’m up for a bit of horny bondage if you are. I’ll be passing by your place at about . Not sure whether you’re back from the States yet but if you are and you want me to stop by like I did last time, then put that red light on in the bedroom and leave the curtains open.
If you do decide to play, I want you like you were last time, dressed up in that black one piece latex body suit you bought. Put on that black latex mask as well. That was really horny. Tie yourself to the bed again, so I can come do whatever I like, but this time, lie face up and cuff your wrists to the rail above your head - like I showed you once. O.K.? Hope you’re there. Hope you’re up for it. Feeling really stiff tonight and I might have a couple of surprises for you too. Oh – and don’t forget to leave the back door open. Keeping my fingers crossed. Last time was incredible. See you later – I hope.’
Phillip was shocked and confused. Was this message really for his brother?
He played it back several times, struggling just to imagine Toby with another man, let alone involved with weird kinky bondage games. He began to look around the apartment. In a cupboard in the lounge he found a gay magazine filled with images of guys shackled tight to steel beds, their huge red cocks poking up in the air. In Toby’s office, he found more magazines in a filing cabinet. He switched on Toby’s computer and was amazed by the image on the screen saver. It was a photo of a beautiful naked guy wrapped from head to foot in clear plastic, like a huge piece of supermarket meat.
Phillip studied the image for a long while. He had never seen anything like it before in his life. When he opened the wardrobe in Toby’s bedroom he was almost overcome by the warm smell of rubber. He saw in front of him a rail filled with black rubber clothes. He lifted out a full length rubber suit and caressed the soft rubber, gazing at it with a sense of confusion and bemusement.
In the bottom of the wardrobe was a box of shiny black rubber masks, gas masks, leather shackles, straps, collars and ball gags. He tried on a gas mask and again found the warm smell of rubber intoxicating. He studied himself in the mirror and found the sight somehow thrilled him. Digging around in the bottom of the large wardrobe he found huge black rubber boots and gloves and he couldn’t resist getting them all out, spreading them on the bed and marveling at them.
It was then that he noticed the leather cuffs and chains attached to the corners of Toby’s large steel framed double bed and a thick pair of handcuffs hanging from the head rail.
‘Bloody hell’ he thought. ‘I never suspected….’
Once again he found himself admiring his brother.
He left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Later he sat in the lounge flicking through the magazines, reading the articles, discovering the sorts of things these rubber clad guys liked doing to each other.
Phillip was aware that he was gradually being aroused. Nothing like this had ever entered his imagination before and yet suddenly he found himself strangely drawn to it all and incredibly curious.
Then an idea struck him. He dropped the magazine onto the floor, sat back in the leather sofa and smiled like a naughty boy.
Remembering the telephone message, Phillip realized that he could take his brother’s place. He was more or less the same height and build. He could put on the rubber clothing and chain himself to the bed. With a rubber mask on, whoever was coming round would never know.
At in the morning, Phillip was still sitting on the black leather sofa, thinking. He’d found a bottle of red wine and drunk most of it. Somehow the thought of having to get up at five the next morning to get to the airport, didn’t seem that important any more.
In the end he decided that it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. The temptation had become too irresistible. He went to the back door and unlocked it. He after switching off all the other lights on the apartment, he went into the bedroom, opened the curtains and switched on a red lamp on the window sill. He undressed quickly. He struggled to slip into the black rubber suit until he remembered what he had what he had read in a magazine earlier. He found talc in the bathroom and after rubbing it gently over his body, he succeeded in slipping into the tight rubber suit. Once inside he felt aroused and transformed. His head began to spin as he took in the new and pleasant sensations. It was like nothing he had felt before. As he moved the zip slowly up from his crutch, he guided it gently over his erect cock before pulling it up to his neck and sealing himself tightly in.
He slipped his feet into the long rubber boots. He climbed onto the huge bed and buckled his ankles into the straps tied at each corner. Once his ankles were secured, he reached over and slipped on first the soft black rubber gloves and then finally the black rubber mask, taking time to fit the mask correctly so that its eye holes and mouth matched up with his. He reached for a studded leather collar and fastened it around his neck, securing the buckle with a tiny padlock. He took the handcuffs and lay down on his back. He fed his hands through the rails above his head and handcuffed his wrists together head so that now he was completely secured to the bed. He lay perfectly still on his back, peered through the tiny holes in the mask at the red glow on the ceiling above, and waited.
Twenty minutes later he was regretting what he had done. He pulled hard at the handcuffs, hoping he could slip his wrists out from the hard steel rings. It had dawned on him that if this guy didn’t turn up, Phillip would be stuck. Toby was not due to get back into the country for another two days.
He was now very hot inside the warm rubber suit. Sweat seeped out from the cuffs and neck. He was breathing hard through the small hole in the rubber mask. His ears were covered by soft tight rubber. He did not hear the footsteps.
He froze when he heard a man’s laughter close by. He looked up through the tiny round holes in the rubber mask and saw three men dressed in black shiny rubber and wearing gas masks.
He felt his rubber coated flesh being caressed. He felt his nipples being squeezed. He felt a finger gently stroking along the shaft of his thick hard cock, squeezed flat against his belly by the tight warm rubber skin.
He felt the zip bring pulled down and then his cock bouncing out, stiff and glistening with sweat and pre-cum.
He heard one of the men say,
‘Fuck me, Toby! Your cock has got bigger. I’ve never seen it so fucking huge. You must be enjoying this, mate.’
For a moment Phillip allowed himself a smile. Moments later he became totally distracted by the sensation of his cock being kissed and licked by several tongues, and then his balls sucked and fondled. He writhed on the bed, twisting and jerking as much as the chains would allow. But he stopped himself from making a sound.
He felt his head being lifted and then the end of a small bottle pushed up into the holes around his nostrils. A voice ordered him to sniff and Phillip sniffed, not sure quite why. Moments later his head felt like it had got very hot and then all at once his body erupted into shock waves of pleasure.
His head was lowered back onto the mattress and instantly he was ordered to lick the cock and balls that were then lowered onto his face.
He pushed his tongue through the hole in the mask and licked hungrily.
Phillip lay there, enveloped in tight rubber, chained to a bed, being treated as an anonymous sex object, and was soon lost in a sublime and joyful dream, his mind now empty of everything else, focused purely on pleasuring and being pleasured.
He felt someone climbing onto the bed and kneeling astride him. He felt his cock being rubbed against another, equally as hard. He felt a condom being rolled over his cock. He felt it slipping up into a wonderfully tight asshole. He let out a long deep groan of pleasure. He felt the man’s ass pushing down hard and then lifting, pumping slowly at first and then up and own in more rapid rhythm. Another rubbered up cock was pushed down through the hole in the mask and Phillip opened his mouth at once to receive it.
An hour later, Ian climbed off the bed exhausted, to let someone else have a go. He took off his mask and sat down to roll himself a joint. His two mates, Mick and Andy carried on pleasuring themselves on the smooth black victim tied helplessly on the bed.
Ian lit the joint and left the bedroom to get something to drink. As he fetched out a beer from the fridge, Andy joined him in the kitchen.
‘Fancy a beer?’
Andy slipped off his mask and nodded.
‘Your mate Toby is fading a bit now. Shall we let him out? I don’t think he’s gonna come any more.’
‘No. I’m not finished yet.’
Andy nodded, grinned and took a beer back to the bedroom.
As Ian was finishing his drink he heard his mobile going off.
He saw Toby’s name flashing on the phone and was suddenly stunned.
He froze, unable to work out what was going on, but had no choice but to answer it.
‘Toby?’
‘Hi Ian. Look, I’ve just flown in. I’ll be back in the flat in an hour, maybe two if the traffic is bad. I know it’s late but if you’re working late tonight and fancy coming round after, like you did a few weeks ago, I thought we could, you know…have some fun…’
Ian struggled to think for a moment. He walked into the lounge and sat down on the black leather sofa. Then he said, very slowly,
‘Erm….sure.’
Toby sounded pleased and then said,
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m actually at your flat right now.’
Ian looked down at the open bondage magazine, and then next to it, a watch, a wallet, a plane ticket and a passport.
‘Eh?’
‘The red light was on. The back door was open. I thought you were here. I thought we were playing that game we played a couple of weeks ago.’
After a short silence he heard Toby’s nervous reply.
‘But Ian, I’ve been in Berlin
Ian opened the passport and read Phillip’s name. Then he said,
‘Have you got a brother called Phillip?’
Another strange silence.
‘Yes. How do you know?’
‘I think he’s been staying here. He must have left the back door open.’
Ian heard Toby barking back immediately.
‘Oh fuck. Just wait there. I’ll be back in under an hour. ‘
And then the phone was dead.
Ian finished his beer and returned to the bedroom.
He looked over to the bed, at the shiny black figure still securely tied, and smiled, knowing now that it wasn’t Toby. Andy and Mick were lying exhausted on the floor, their faces uncovered, covered in sweat and cum. Andy looked up.
‘He’s all yours.’
Toby couldn’t resist. He picked up a piece of rope and slipped it round the stranger’s neck. He climbed onto the bed and rolled another condom over the hard sinewy tool. Once more felt that huge hard cock inside his asshole. This time it was all the more horny because he wasn’t sure who it belonged to.
He began to ride the cock once again, pulling the rope tight around his victim’s neck. He looked down. The black figure beneath him buckled and twisted. Hot rubber rubbed hard against hot rubber until once more Ian shot his load over the stranger, splattering his black latex chest and face.
He climbed off, exhausted and content, watching the stranger’s rubber coated chest rise and fall urgently as the air supply was turned back on.
Then Ian turned to his mates and said,
‘We have to go now. Toby is going to be back in half an hour.’
Mike and Andy looked up quizzically, and Ian explained.
‘This guy on the bed isn’t Toby. There’s been a mistake. Get a towel from the bathroom and wipe off the cum. Clean him up, but don’t release him. I have a little plan.’
When they had finished, they left the red light on in the bedroom.
They quickly showered and changed.
Before they left the flat, Ian wiped his message from the machine.
He hid under cushions the possessions that Phillip had left lying about.
He wrote a note to Toby and left it on the kitchen table.
‘Dear Toby.
Your brother has gone. I’m upstairs. I’ve tied myself to your bed and I’m waiting for you. Now it’s your turn to do to me all the things I did to you. Love, Ian.’
Ian and his two mates slipped away from the flat five minutes before Toby arrived.
Upstairs Phillip was lying perfectly still. His breathing had just recovered. His body ached with exhaustion, and the black shiny rubber which encased him, still so hot and so tight, now felt as if had been stuck to his skin forever.
His cock ached too, and lay flat on his black shiny belly.
Although his head was still spinning from the endless intake of amyl nitrate, Phillip was remembering the sensation of his cock pushed deep into another guy’s asshole, something he had never experienced before and which had been the most pleasurable sensation of them all. He remembered the rope being tied tight around his neck and this excited him too. His eyes were closed, as he began to think about what had happened and more importantly, what he should do next.
The door to the bedroom slowly opened. Toby stood in the doorway and studied the helpless black figure, lying still on his bed. He stepped into the bedroom and quietly undressed. He reached silently into the wardrobe and fetched out a gas mask. He slipped it over his head. He stepped forward until he stood beside the bed and waited until he was noticed.
Philip’s cock grew hard once again. Toby chuckled. As he climbed slowly onto the bed he whispered,
‘I say, Ian - you really must be gagging for it. I’ve never seen your cock as big as that before.’
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