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However, there was no audience; the four rubbermen were alone together in their rubber fastness, each insulated from the outside world, isolated from each other, each in his own self-contained individual rubber world. Perversely, it was rubber, the medium of their encapsulation, which bound them together in their apartness from other men. Not one of them would have had it otherwise, and each gloried in the extremity of his devotion to the real master of the situation - the rubber itself.
The few minutes of fore-play with the butt-plug had stimulated Tom almost beyond endurance. His anal muscles were undulating against the plug, and his dick throbbed with merciless insistence; he was torn between an overwhelming desire to shoot his load, and terror of the consequences if he did. He was aware of a dull ache in his balls, which he knew were full of sex juice, while the pulsating cock-rings served only to remind him of his need to get his rocks off. He could not settle, and by way of relief, tried to bury his face deeper into his mask, but the head-harness prevented that. He told himself this was rubber bondage with a vengeance - he had never imagined it could be accompanied by such torment. He knew he was breathing more heavily on the oxygen now, and fought to control his breathing lest he earn a further rebuke from Richard.
He was just getting his breathing under control again when he felt something against his arse; this time it was no mere butt-plug. A rubber hand easing open his arse told him he was about to receive something very much larger. He felt the tip enter; he wanted to move onto it and help its passage, but his bondage would not allow it. The tip stopped just inside him, already his muscles were working to ease it in. It felt like a vast dick, and it was held firmly just inside the anal ring. He felt Richard's hand on his mask, pressing it to his face; the straps were being tightened - Oh, yes, this was more like it! The mask was quite tight now.
Then the amyl hit him. The warm glow stole over and through his body, taking his mind off his dick as he felt his heart begin to beat faster. Oh, yes, this is it! With impeccable timing, just as the effects of the amyl were at their peak, the huge member was eased smoothly and inexorably deep into his bowel. The amyl caused his muscles to relax in acceptance.
It was a long time since he had had a buzz like this from amyl. He was enjoying a very pure substance prepared by yet another boffin friend of Richard's. It was strictly B.P.C., and contained a minute amount of ether to give it extra volatility and the characteristically heady effect of the amyl once available in little glass ampoules over the counter of any pharmacy, but now superseded by indifferent bulk supplies peddled by back-street rip-off dealers.
All too soon the intoxicating vapor subsided, and Tom drew deeply through his mask, savoring the last lingering traces, until once again he was breathing pure oxygen.
His arse was feeling great with the huge phallus inside; he had the feeling that it was expanding inside him, then he felt it lock in position and settle - this was what he had craved since getting on the table, and he flexed his muscles against the great intruder, to be rewarded with spasms of anal bliss. The effect of the amyl in lowering his blood pressure had made his dick less of an immediate problem, and now that he really could feel the mask tight on his face he felt things were definitely heating up.
The trickle of warm liquid took him by surprise, and when the trickle became a flow as Karl opened the valve fully, he felt as if his entire body was opening up to receive the soapy fluid. For the first time he felt really relaxed, and he began thinking about the gear he was wearing. Despite the severity of his bondage he had to concede that he was remarkably comfortable. He had lost all count of time, and he reckoned that by now his suit should be feeling clammy, but it was just as comfortable now as when he first got into it. He licked his lips, remembering how the hood was moulded over them. It felt great to have rubber lips! He wrinkled his nose inside the mask and he could feel the rubber flanges tucked up in his nostrils. He had not realised before this just how erogenous his nose could feel.
The growing volume of warm water inside him began to make its presence felt, and his attention reverted once more to the lower regions of his body. An old hand at enemas, Tom had never before had one while his arse was so massively plugged. Experience told him that the phallus had penetrated deeply, and he reasoned that the enema would reach much deeper into his large intestine than usual; what he had heard referred to as a high colonic, and so far it felt terrific.
Richard's voice came into his ears, "We're giving you a good wash-out. The boys have some very nice gear down there to flush you out with, and shortly you will feel yourself empty, and then you'll be filled up again - several times. Each time you are refilled you'll get a little more than previously; the sensors in your suit are programmed so that no matter how full you may feel, you will in fact never get over full, so just enjoy the sensations down there as they happen. I want you to begin thinking now; you have seen briefly some of the equipment in here, and you must know what it is for. You know that you are here partly to be tested to your limits, as well as extending your rubber thresholds, and partly for my personal gratification."
Richard's voice was now very low, and at its most persuasive. He went on, "From now on new experiences will assail you; as they do, use your wits, reason things out, and above all don't panic, because each successive phase of what comes next will take you deeper and deeper into rubber extremism, far beyond the rubber thresholds you or anyone you have ever known would believe possible. I am coming out of circuit now, and you will experience deep electronic silence. No sound of any kind can reach you. Your isolation from the conventional world is absolute, and you are alone now inside your own rubber world; you will descend deeper into that world by the hour. The rubber will give your body pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but you must use your mind as well. The most potent of the sex organs is the brain; you have good powers of reason, use them fully from now on, Rubberman. Do I make myself clear?"
Tom had concentrated so hard upon Richard's words, and was so much under the influence of the hypnotic voice, not to mention his joy when Richard addressed him as 'Rubberman', that he failed to respond. Richard spoke again, this time his voice was hard and commanding, "Do I make myself clear to you, Rubberman?"
The words reverberated in Tom's ears, startled, he shouted, almost screaming into his mask, "YES, SIR!"
The silence came instantly; it was heavy, tangible and appropriately, deafening. There was nothing - just nothing. It was a silence that was unbalancing in its overwhelming intensity. Tom's first thought was that if he had not been bound to the table he would have fallen off.
The minutes passed, he could feel the water now draining from inside, and he wondered how long it would be before he began to fill up once more. He felt Richard's hand on his mask, and now the straps were pulled tight, viciously tight. So savagely did the mask bite into Tom's rubber face that he gasped. He never finished the gasp, for suddenly there was no more oxygen to pull into his lungs, and he felt his lungs being emptied, they were sucked dry. He panicked, a moment of terror, and then with equal suddenness, he felt a rush of oxygen fill his lungs; a pause, and then they were emptied again. He rapidly worked out that the machine had taken over his breathing, and within a minute he had got the hang of it and just let the machine breathe for him. It was so easy. He understood the significance of Richard's words. It would be impossible to fight the machine - if he did he could damage his lungs. Going with it was easy, and erotically, for a rubber submissive, wildly exciting. Richard was demonstrating graphically that he had the power of life and death over him, and Tom had to admit that he loved it. 'This,' he told himself, 'is what submission is all about.'
The water was flowing back into him again; there was a warm, comforting, and very secure feeling about it and, once again flexing his anal muscles against the huge phallus, he felt joyful spasms in his arse. The amyl hit him for a second time, and as it took effect he could feel a heavy rubber sheet being draped over him. He reckoned it must have been very thick, the weight of it was so great that he could feel it bearing him down onto the table. The sheet extended from his hips and went right over his head. It was allowed to just hang without being drawn tight with straps, and the weight alone increased his feeling of submission, of 'being under', and despite the warmth of the enema, and the glow of the amyl, the heavy cool rubber chilled.
When Richard had imposed silence upon Tom, he brought Hans and Karl back into circuit.
"Hans, is the irrigation OK?"
"Yes, Doctor, he's draining again now, and Karl will hold him there until you signal refill. He will then lock the valve for retention. How long do you want him to retain?"
"Twenty minutes at least, but Karl, take careful note of the time when you lock the valve. I may ask for thirty minutes, but no longer, OK?"
Karl nodded and asked, "When do you want me to catheterize?"
"I'll tell you, just have everything ready. It depends on how he reacts. I don't expect any clinical problems, but they could arise if the psychological reaction is bad, so when you have closed the irrigation off and noted the time, stand by. Now Hans, come up here and we'll sheet him and let him have some amyl. Then we'll start - I think this is going to be very good. He's bright, and will work out what's happening quite quickly, so if we are to get a good result, I'm going to have to judge things very finely."
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Richard had spoken in earnest when he told Tom that one of the reasons he was undergoing his ordeal was for Richard's personal gratification. A phase was now approaching which would be one of the highlights for Richard. Hans would share Richard's pleasure in observing Tom's reaction to what was coming.
Richard and Hans went back a long way; they had been lovers now for seven years. Hans had come from the then East Germany ten years ago. His interest in rubber dated from early childhood, and Leipzig under Communism was a dull place for a young and vigorous gay guy; it was impossible for one with a passionate interest in rubber.
With others he had effected an hazardous escape to the West, eventually coming to London, where with his natural talent for languages, he was soon able to speak idiomatic English fluently and with little accent. He had no difficulty in getting work in his profession of operating room technician. His interest in rubber meant that when the opportunity came, he jumped at the chance of working in the department of anesthesia, supervising the care and maintenance of the equipment. Because he was an extremist, the equipment excited him erotically, and when he had the chance, he wasted no time in holding the mask of a set of equipment to his face, breathing into it and watching the black rubber bladder rise and fall as he breathed.
The main part of Hans's work was done in a laboratory-cum- workshop, where he had a couple of junior assistants. A vital part of the job, however, was done in the room adjacent to the operating suites, where patients were inducted into anesthesia before going to the operating room, and where, when the day's surgery was completed, he would spend a couple of hours preparing and setting up the equipment required for the following day, as well as checking over whatever may be needed for intervening emergency surgery during the night. It was on these occasions, when he would be alone, that he was able to indulge himself with the masks.
At that time his practical experience of rubber was limited. The few people he knew who were into rubber were very run-of-the- mill, and for someone with Hans's rubber instincts, not very exciting. He looked forward to his solo sessions in the anesthetic room, and one day, in a moment of rare oversight, he omitted to check the valves on a machine, and when he came to inhale, he was astonished to get a 'buzz' of gas. Sniffing gases was quite common among the technicians, and indeed even among some of the doctors. No one ever admitted it for obvious reasons, but Hans knew of the practice, and after that first sniff, he understood why the others did it.
From then on, Hans 'buzzed-up' on one anesthetic or other regularly.
Richard himself was no stranger to the pleasures of 'buzzing- up'; no one in his position and with his long experience of hospital life could fail to be aware of the practice. Like most of his colleagues he realised there was little if anything he could do to stop it, not that he wished to. Only on occasions when someone was actually caught would any form of disciplinary action be taken. Richard had always hoped it would never fall to his lot to be involved in such a case. Being a devotee himself, he would have felt hypocritical about dismissing someone for doing what he did privately at home, and equally, he had no wish for his private passions to intrude upon his professional life.
Richard had noticed Hans immediately when the latter had arrived in his department. Hans was not easy to overlook, because of his size, and his appearance generally, and Richard was of course, aware of Hans's origins. Richard was attracted to Hans physically; he knew instinctively that he was gay, but his professionalism had prevented him from making an approach. For almost a year after his first encounter with Hans, he contented himself with fantasizing about him, even though he felt, correctly, as it happened, that Hans was just as fascinated by him. Both men were habitual and astute observers of people; Richard, by virtue of his professional training and intellectual inclination; Hans, as a result of life under a totalitarian regime where every associate was an unknown quantity and a potential threat to life and liberty.
At that stage of their relationship neither man had any idea of the other's rubber interests. Secretly, each nursed his hopes about the other, but the hospital hierarchy did nothing to bring them closer on a personal level. For many months the two men worked closely together without event.
The first move was made by Richard. Early one evening he returned unexpectedly to the department to collect some case notes on a patient due for surgery the following day. Hans was in the anesthetic room, and appeared to be unusually discomfited by Richard's unscheduled appearance. Richard was certain the younger man had been sniffing, but made no comment. He ignored Hans's nervousness, collected his papers and left. He was elated by his discovery, and thereafter observed Hans closely for any signs that would confirm his suspicions.
By now Hans was sniffing almost daily, and to a man with Richard's training, the signs were evident, although superficial. One day Hans suffered a 'black-out', and Richard knew this was a result of Hans's over-indulgence on Nitrous-Oxide. He realised that Hans must by now be well advanced for this symptom to appear, and in ordinary circumstances Richard would have called Hans to his office and challenged him; not entirely for disciplinary reasons, but because the symptom indicated that the toxic effects of the gas were affecting the nervous system, and could only worsen if the sniffing continued, however, in Hans's case he had long plotted a different strategy.
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