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Refreshed by deep and sound sleep, he felt good. He stirred again, this time consciously; he flexed his leg muscles, moved his head and clenched and unclenched his fists within the layers of rubber, further movement was impossible. He thought of Karl, wondering if he was awake, if he too had slept well. He smiled to himself in his rubber mask at the thought of the handsome rubber-clad body builder, and he would have been content to lie there day-dreaming about Karl had not Richard's low, musical voice come softly into his ears, 'Hello Tom, I hope you have slept well'. The words were superfluous, Richard knew perfectly well that both Tom and Karl had enjoyed several hours of uneventful natural sleep, he and Hans had taken turns to man the monitors and get some rest themselves. All had been well.
Richard did not wait for a responding pleasantry from Tom, who could feel the movements associated with the opening of the hammock. 'We are letting you out now, and then you can take a little exercise to limber yourself up and get your circulation going.' Within seconds the hammock was opened up, lowered to the floor, and Tom felt himself being helped to his feet. The sleep sac was opened, and with a caution to close his eyes from Richard, Tom was liberated from his rubber confinement. He felt steadying hands upon his shoulders as Richard told him he could now open his eyes. He did, and saw Hans standing immediately before him holding a big black rubber oxygen mask, the type with a black rubber bladder. While Hans strapped the mask onto his face, Tom looked about him expecting to see Karl; there was no sign of him or of his hammock. As Hans tightened the mask Richard told Tom, 'Mark time on the spot for a few minutes, and lift your knees up high and swing your arms.' Tom complied, wondering all the while what had happened to Karl. Richard said, 'OK, Tom, now just walk about for a while.'
Concentrating so as not to foul up the hose from his mask or the connections from his suit back to the monitor console, Tom was about to step out, when into his ears came the sound of soft ecstatic moaning; he recognized the sounds of Karl mingled with the sound of regular breathing. Richard's voice came again, 'Turn around, Tom.'
Tom turned, and gasping in amazement, froze in his tracks. Richard and Hans, close by, grinned into their black rubber gasmasks as they heard Tom blurt his 'Ohmigod!' reaction to the sight before him. The figure in the elaborate and awesomely equipped dental chair was Karl; the muscular physique, clearly defined and accentuated by the skin-hugging gleaming black rubber suit dispelled any doubt there may have been about that. The chair had been tilted right back, placing Karl in a position similar to that of an astronaut awaiting lift-off. He was strapped securely in the chair by a complex network of heavy broad black rubber straps, and although he was virtually immobile, he was nevertheless able to move slightly within his bonds, and as Tom began to absorb the details of the scene before him, he could see that the whole of Karl's torso was making an ecstatic undulating motion within the depths of the chair.
He was unable to move his head, which appeared to be gripped firmly by the wrap-around moulded rubber head-rest of the chair.
Rubber tubes, some of them black, others red; thick corrugated rubber hoses and thin smooth tubes all sprouted in profusion from Karl's body. To Tom they appeared to be living extensions of Karl, moving as they did in consequence of Karl's own limited movements. Karl's dick was encased within a heavy moulded black rubber sheath from which more tubes protruded; the sheath was pulsating slowly and rhythmically, no doubt, Tom thought, the cause of Karl's ecstatic movements and the soft moaning, which still filled his ears. From beneath the seat of the chair still more tubes and some wires were visible.
Turning his attention to Karl's head, Tom conceded to himself that he had never before seen such bizarre and exciting headgear. The black rubber mask was unlike any Tom had seen before; it had design qualities attributable to a fighter pilot's oxygen mask, and to an anesthetic mask. From the bridge of Karl's nose the profile of the moulded black rubber mask curved gracefully forward and outward in the manner of an oxygen mask, however the overall shape of the mask was narrower and did not cover the whole of Karl's cheeks. Around the rim of the mask was an inflatable black rubber cuff, the extent of which was limited to the minimum necessary to avoid undue discomfort over a long period. The mask was secured by means of a black rubber harness which, so far as Tom was able to see, consisted of a rubber strap from the front of the mask going around the nape of Karl's neck, plus two additional rubber straps which ran along the outer edges of the mask, meeting and crossing at the bridge of Karl's nose, and then over his head and were secured behind, also at the nape of the neck.
Twin corrugated black rubber hoses led from the mask to the anesthetic machine located in front of the console, between it and the chair occupied by Karl, and the vacant chair facing it. Tom allowed his gaze to travel along the hoses to the machine where he could see the black rubber breathing bladder rising and falling regularly as Karl breathed within the system. The motion of the black rubber bladder had an almost hypnotic effect upon Tom, and it was several seconds before he noticed that beside the lively bladder hung another - inert, lifeless, perhaps waiting. Tom's hopes soared - waiting for him he hoped. Oh! How he would love to be in the same situation as Karl, to share that experience with him. His wish was to be granted - and then some.
He stared once again at Karl's head. In addition to the twin hoses connecting to the anesthetic machine, the mask carried other tubing. On each side, midway between the bridge of the nose and the chin was a slender smooth red rubber tube; these trailed away on Karl's far side and out of Tom's line of vision. Right on the front of the mask was a steel manifold set right into the rubber body of the mask. Attached to the manifold was another smooth red rubber tube, larger than the pair at the sides of the mask, which Tom recognized as the feeding tube. Additionally there was a clear plastic tube and a pair of smooth black rubber tubes, all of which disappeared out of sight to Karl's far side. Over each of Karl's nipples was a black rubber dome from each of which smooth black rubber tubes and what appeared to be a pair of wires protruded. Over his eyes Karl wore a pair of heavy goggles, secured with a wide rubber strap, and fitted with large rubber eye-cups. The rims of the eye pieces were of glittering steel, while the lenses were of black glass which possessed a strange luminescence. From the side of each lens trailed a smooth black rubber tube and a wire. Tom could truly say that he had never seen anything so bizarre or exciting.
Tom's excitement was plainly visible to Richard and Hans. His breathing rate had increased appreciably; the black rubber bladder on the oxygen mask was filling and emptying rapidly, his dick throbbed visibly, and a ribbon of pre-cum was heading for the floor. Although it seemed to Tom that he had been enraptured by the sight of Karl's condition for a long time, in fact only just over a minute had elapsed, and Richard's voice came sharply, 'Come on ,Tom. Don't dawdle, get yourself limbered up, we have a lot to do.' Tom wasn't really sure just what Richard expected him to do, he remembered he had said something about walking about, so he walked to the far side of the room and back again three or four times, while Richard checked Karl's monitors and Hans busied himself with stowing Tom's sleep sac and the hammock.
'Alright, Tom - that's enough - get yourself over here.' Richard's voice still had a sharpness to it, and Tom hurried over to where Richard now stood by the operating table. Richard handed Tom a small beaker half full of a creamy substance, which was a low-residue concentrate of nutrients and sugars, telling Tom to swallow all of it. It tasted good, and only then did Tom realize how hungry he had been. Hans arrived with a glass of mouthwash and a steel kidney dish, telling Tom to rinse out his mouth two or three times to freshen himself. To his surprise, Tom felt no need for the toilet, even after so many hours. Richard, of course knew that as Tom had had only low residue refreshment since his arrival, as well as a radical enema and catheterization, his body contained no waste products.
Tom's refreshment complete, Richard instructed him to take a pace back from the table, lean forward and place his hands wide upon the edge of the table, then to stand with his feet wide apart. Removing the rubber harness from Tom's loins which had secured his butt plug and disconnecting it from the system, Richard handed the harness and plug to Hans who had arrived bearing a new rubber harness and a small black rubber dildo, together with a pot of lube, which he laid upon the table in front of Tom. Tom eyed the dildo with some disdain; he thought it pitifully small, and wondered if he would even notice its presence after it was inserted.
Richard began fitting the new harness to Tom, saying as he worked, 'Go on, pick it up and have a good look at it.' Tom obeyed, the dildo was surprisingly heavy, and closer examination showed two distinct differences from any dildo Tom had seen previously. The head was segmented and resembled the central part of a lemon squeezer. Tom ran his fingers along the edges of the segments, the edges were slightly rounded, and the feeling at first pressure of his fingers was of softness, but there was an underlying firmness. Further pressure on the head revealed that it was capable of rotating, and looking at the dildo closer still, Tom could see that each segment was separate from its neighbor, there was a fine dividing crack between each one. Moreover, the entire head was separate from the shaft of the dildo. The shaft itself was slightly curved, while located on the base were connections for wires and tubes. Tom was very intrigued, but was too nervous to ask any questions of Richard, who having completed the fitting of the harness, asked Tom to hand the dildo to him, which he smeared with lube, and carefully inserted into Tom's ass. As he expected, Tom barely felt it enter, and within minutes all awareness of it had dissipated. Richard completed securing the dildo in place with the harness, connected it to the system and, while Tom noted that it had begun to pulsate much as his butt plug had, Richard bade him follow.
Richard led him to the vacant dental chair opposite that which was occupied by Karl, who, as Tom glanced in his direction, was still apparently in a state of permanent ecstasy. Telling Tom to pause alongside the chair, Richard disconnected his suit and the dildo from the system and told Tom to get in the chair. Tom noticed that there was a small aperture in the seat of the chair, and while Richard reconnected Tom's suit back into the system using connectors built into the chair, Hans got down, and telling Tom to move first a little one way and then the other until the base of the dildo was aligned with the aperture in the seat, proceeded to reconnect the dildo into the system, and also connected several tubes and wires to the base of the dildo at the same time. Tom settled himself back into the chair; it was very comfortable; he felt a thrill of anticipation as he laid his rubber hooded head back against the soft rubber head-rest.
Tom's sense of anticipation was well founded; as steel restrains snapped shut around his ankles and wrists, and Richard and Hans began the intricate and lengthy strapping-in procedure, Tom felt good. The big black rubber oxygen mask on his face felt wonderful, and once again he breathed deeply of the pure oxygen it delivered. With every minute that passed, and with every broad black rubber strap that was tightened on his body, the frisson of excitement within him built. Two straps between his ankles and knees, two over each thigh, one across his abdomen, and two more from behind, over his shoulders, crossing over in the middle of his chest, and anchored firmly to the chair. He could feel the pressure of each strap; not enough to constrict, merely to be aware. The ensuing hours, as every accessible part of his anatomy was invaded by the touch of rubber, thrilling, teasing and seducing him to heights of rubber ecstasy he was incapable at that moment of imagining, would change his perception of the world of rubber forever. He would experience undreamed of moments of rubber intimacy with Karl, and yet he would not touch him, nor be touched by him; although feet apart they would share and experience a communion through rubber that would render speech redundant.
These things lay ahead of Tom; he could not know of them, he could only guess, hope even, that there would be erotic rubber thrills ahead. Mercifully he could not know either of the chilling terror that also lurked in the near future.
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