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That this was now beginning was apparent from the increased restlessness of the big body-builder within his bonds; he began to struggle, moaning and grunting. Richard leaned forward, bending his head close to Karl's. In tones he hoped were reassuring he said, 'It's alright Karl, you're safe - I'm here with you and everything is alright.' As he spoke, he caressed Karl's rubber helmeted and tightly masked head gently with his rubber hands, but Karl, now almost completely free of the effects of the Nitrous, showed signs of distress, and tried to move his head free from Richard's hands, shaking it violently from side to side, causing the pair of black rubber corrugated hoses leading from his mask back to the anesthetic machine to dance.
Although Richard had never thought of himself as being a sadistic rubber dominant, and had no interest in Sado-masochism in its purest and most literal sense, making a clear distinction in his mind between that erotic activity and the imposition of his will as a rubber dominant upon a rubber submissive in circumstances where the element of consent previously given by the submissive was a paramount factor, nevertheless, the sight and sound of a totally rubber-clad submissive breathing while tightly masked through any form of breathing apparatus of which he had sole control, while that submissive was under severe physical duress, never failed to excite Richard to a point where he came as close as he ever did to losing control of himself.
The prospect of witnessing so magnificent a specimen as Karl enduring such duress in the circumstances he had created had on this occasion invested Richard's sense of anticipation with a keenness he had not felt for a long time; that sense of keenness evaporated before his eyes as it dawned upon him that Karl's reaction was not going to be at all as he had expected it to be.
The pain in Karl's genital region was now searing. He was in a state of total panic, cursing himself for his stupidity in trusting this English stranger. Tears of fear and anger welled up in his eyes, and he shouted at Richard through his mask, 'Why have you done this terrible thing to me - why I have been punished - you are like Nazi.' Richard sat upright, slightly startled, and not a little dismayed by the violence of Karl's reaction. He let Karl rave on at him for just a little longer before hardening his voice. He could not believe he had misjudged Karl so widely, 'Just what do you believe I have done to you that is so terrible - I know you are in pain, but you must have expected that, you were told there was no need for panic, and that is the case - now why are you behaving like a big girl?' That was perhaps the worst thing Richard could have said. He was worried, he felt that control of the situation was rapidly slipping away from him, a circumstance with which he was totally unfamiliar, and he did not like it. Karl screamed at him in reply, 'If I behave like girl, it is because you have make me like girl. You have taken the man of me away, now kill me, I don't want to live like girl.'
In a flash Richard realised his mistake. In his hurry to set up the scene far from his own facilities, and having had much less time than he usually gave to planning and thinking out his tactics, he realised with a mixture of relief and horror, what it was that was causing such an unexpected reaction from Karl. He understood now that the lad believed he had been deprived of his manhood permanently while under the gas, and that Richard had tricked him into that situation. That was the basis of Karl's complaint, not, much to Richard's relief, anything to do with the pain itself. He realised that if he were to retrieve the situation and regain control, re-establishing his authority in Karl's mind, not to mention Karl's trust and confidence in him, he must quickly convince the lad that no damage had been done to him.
His reasoning was rapid, in seconds he had worked out that despite his own guilty feelings about putting Karl in his present predicament through lack of adequate planning of the scene itself, and his omissions in his mental and psychological preparation of Karl beforehand, he must now induce Karl to believe that if any mistake had been made, it had been his own in jumping to wrong conclusions. Much as he hated himself for this deception, Richard knew it was the only way to maintain Karl's trust in him, and in view of his recent decision about Karl's future, there was now too much at stake for both of them for him to risk the possible consequences of taking an apologetic and sympathetic line.
Sharply he said to Karl, 'Stop this nonsense immediately, do you hear me. If you keep on sniveling like a baby, I will release you, send you home, and that will be the end of your rubber life forever. Now listen to me - nothing has been taken from you. You have not been cut, but you have been severely clamped, which is what is causing all the pain you can feel. I will show you. Lift your head and keep still and quiet.' Richard rose from the stool, went to the foot of the table, and hooking a rubber finger through one of the scissor-like handles of a hemostat, lifted Karl's dick to where he could see his genitals still intact, amid the array of hemostats glittering beneath the lights. Karl did not even wince with the added pain this caused, he just lay back with an audible sigh of relief.
Still cursing himself for what he knew was a stupid lapse of classic proportions, Richard resumed his place on the stool by Karl's head. He sat silently for several seconds looking down at Karl who lay with his eyes closed, but now no longer restless, and once more breathing regularly. Richard acknowledged to himself that he had overloaded Karl with pain in a crucial area that he had not allowed for Karl’s inexperience either with anesthesia or extremes of physical sensation in scenes which to Richard were commonplace and that Karl's reaction was understandable in the circumstances. What he was beginning to realize about Karl that was more than a little surprising, was that although he had succeeded in demonstrating to him that he remained entire, he had done nothing to ameliorate his pain, and yet the lad behaved now as if he were perfectly comfortable.
Karl opened his eyes, looking straight into Richard's. 'I am sorry, Doctor. I have been silly.' Richard struggled with himself to conceal his sigh of relief. 'Yes, you have been extremely silly. I have told you from the beginning that you would be safe, and that you were to trust me, but the very first time I have put that trust to the test, you behave as you have done - like a dumkopf - it must never happen again, do you understand?'
Karl nodded, again causing the long black rubber hoses from his mask to jump about, but he remained silent. 'Then we will forget about it this time, and get on with what we are here for. Now how do you feel down below, you are feeling a lot of pain?' Karl's response was eloquent in its simplicity, 'Yes, Doctor, there is much pain, but I am a man.....'. The sentence remained unfinished verbally, and was concluded by the best he could manage in the way of a shrug of his massive shoulders, allowing for the restrictions imposed upon him by his bonds. He was telling Richard in the only way he knew how, that his years of dedicated weight-training had accustomed him to pain in the mind as well as in the body. That going that little extra in the pursuit of physical perfection had built will-power as much as muscle-power, these things had made a man of him, he was proud of his maleness, and now, in the light of his recent fright, his pride in his manhood was more than a little tinged with relief and thankfulness that he remained intact as a man. He was telling Richard that alongside these considerations, a little pain was as nothing to him, and he would bear it like a man.
Richard understood Karl's message; he was moved by the gentle simplicity of this great hunk of a man who was proving to be as massive in spirit as he was in body, and he was gratified to find that his own first instincts about his suitability as an addition to his London household were true.
Still somewhat shaken not only by the nearness of calamity, but by his own culpability, Richard pulled himself together, realizing that time was getting on. Rising from the stool, he made his way to the foot of the table, marveling at Karl's stoicism in his genital pain and the added discomfort of the enema he retained in his bowels. As he passed, he allowed his rubber hand to rest briefly on Karl's rubber bicep, almost unconsciously as a gesture of reassurance. The muscle was rigid with tension, and further investigation of his thigh revealed the same muscular rigidity; Karl was not, after all, he realised, in any way immune to the pain, he had simply deliberately steeled himself to it.
Richard began draining the enema from Karl; the relief from the internal pressure now triggered the first reaction that Richard had originally hoped to observe in Karl. His breathing became more erratic, and he began to moan and fling his head about from side to side. The black rubber bladder on the anesthetic machine leapt into new life, and Richard began to thrill at these signs of duress being exhibited by the young rubbered, masked and bound musclemen. While the enema was draining, Richard began to remove the hemostats from the underside of Karl's dick, leaving only the one on the frenum in place, together with those on the scrotum. Despite the additional pain caused by the removal of the hemostats, Karl's dick was massively erect, and Richard ran a rubber finger slowly up and down the now highly-sensitized underside of the hugely swollen cock. Karl writhed with sensual pleasure; Richard said, 'Feels good, does it?' Karl just nodded, and Richard could see that the lad was grinning in his mask.
The draining of the enema was almost complete, and Richard took the smaller of the two catheters, dipped it in a pot of sterile gel, and with one hand holding the hemostat clamped to Karl's frenum, slowly inserted it into the eye of Karl's dick, and gently pushed it in until he felt the resistance of the sphincter. He maneuvered it through and into the bladder, then inflated it, locking it into position.
Karl squirmed with pleasure as he felt the catheter sliding along inside his dick. Physically, he was feeling great; mentally he was still shaken by his recent terror, added to which he felt overwhelming guilt that he had allowed Richard not only to see his terror, but that he had doubted his integrity. He resolved never to give way to groundless fears again. While Richard busied himself with clearing the colonic equipment out of his way, Karl had a few moments to reflect upon his present situation.
The pain in his groin had given way to a feeling of intense warmth; his whole genital area throbbed with life in a way he had never before experienced, and he realised that he found physical pain when applied like this very stimulating, and he was aware of a feeling of elation creeping over him. He loved the submissive position in which Richard had placed him; the sense of total helplessness and dependence was every bit as exciting and fulfilling as he had always dreamed it would be. He stirred within his bonds, and relished their restriction; his mask felt crushingly tight, and although he was beginning to experience a slight ache in his lower jaw from the pressure, he nevertheless told himself that this moment was what he had lived for and dreamed about ever since he discovered that there was a whole lot more to rubber living than being a randy teenager sniffing an old rubber coat while he wanked himself into a frenzy of frustration. He was well aware that he looked magnificent, now for the first time in his life he really actually felt magnificent; at last his masculine pride in himself was fulfilled, and he was ready for anything Richard cared to inflict upon him.
The colonic gear stowed out of the way, Richard returned to the foot of the table, and began manipulating the catheter so that it made gentle contact with Karl's prostate. This was Karl's first experience of prostate stimulation, and although by any standards, it was minimal, he had never known such sexual ecstasy and his arousal was evidenced by his now massive erection. Richard added to Karl's pleasure by slowly moving his rubber fingers along the now hyper-sensitive underside of Karl's dick, causing increasing reaction from the big body-builder; it was plain that Karl was beside himself with erotic pleasure.
Richard was at last satisfied that he had successfully retrieved the situation, and allowed Karl several more minutes of intense pleasure before deciding that it was time to move on to what he regarded as a crucial test for Karl. Leaving the catheter in position, he returned to the head of the table and began giving Karl Entanox. He watched the big black rubber bladder on the machine so as to judge Karl's reaction. He was breathing slowly and very deeply, extending and compressing the bag fully with each cycle of respiration. Satisfied that Karl had remembered his instructions about not gulping in the gas, Richard turned his attention to Karl's dick, which he expected to become flaccid. It did, and as soon as Richard considered the moment was right, he stopped the Entanox and, moving quickly returned to the foot of the table, deflated the catheter, withdrew it slowly, and replaced it with a much larger one. Big enough to stretch Karl's urethra, and open it right up, the well-lubricated sterile tube moved slowly along the length of the boy's urethra, giving him an intense sensation of pleasure. It took Richard several seconds to negotiate the sphincter, and before inflating the catheter he moved it in and out of the sphincter several times, rotating it, and stimulating the prostate. Karl was once more writhing in ecstasy, much to Richard's satisfaction.
The big catheter finally inflated and locked into Karl, Richard took the dildo that he recognized as Karl's favorite, lubricated it, and began slowly to insert it into Karl's ass. He fucked Karl with it slowly and gently for a few minutes, and then holding it with one hand, he systematically snapped each of the hemostats on Karl's scrotum to maximum tightness, causing Karl to wince and writhe about, but the lad made no complaint. Finally, Richard reached forward and snapped the two nipple clamps as tight as they would go, then seizing the base of the dildo with both hands began fucking Karl with it, slow long strokes to begin with, gradually increasing the speed and intensity of the fucking until Karl began moaning softly with pleasure. Richard stopped fucking, and lifting his knee, placed it against the base of the dildo to hold it in place while he dipped one rubber hand in to the pot of lube and began working it along the length of Karl's Dick, holding it steady by the hemostat on his frenum. Then he slowly wanked Karl while he increased the pressure of his knee against the dildo holding it firmly in Karl as far as it would go. He could feel Karl attempting to move himself further onto the dildo, and he knew the lad was almost out of his mind with sexual pleasure. Richard paused in his wanking for a second, and snapped the hemostat on the frenum open and removed it, causing Karl to jump with the exquisite pain, which Richard immediately assuaged by running his well-lubricated rubber finger around the base of the head of Karl's dick, causing it to throb visibly.
Karl's breathing indicated that he was on the verge of orgasm. Richard let Karl's dick stand on its own while he cleaned the lube from his rubber gloved hands, deflated the catheter and carefully and slowly withdrew it. He knew that by now Karl was desperate to come, so dropping his knee, he once more took hold of the base of the dildo and resumed deep fucking of Karl's ass, while with the other hand he slowly wanked Karl's huge erection. Orgasm, when it came, was overwhelming in its intensity, and was prolonged beyond any Richard had previously witnessed. Great shudders convulsed Karl's body, accompanied by loud grunting sounds from within his mask, as stream after stream of spunk rose high above to fall in a gathering pool on the rubber covered abdomen of the big muscleman.
When finally Karl's orgasm subsided the room was silent apart from the sound of Karl's breathing into the machine. For several seconds Richard did not move, he stood watching the huge chest rise and fall as Karl slowly recovered. The bladder on the machine was inflating and deflating regularly, and it was clear that Karl was utterly spent. This had been Richard's intention, for the final stage of the session was approaching, and it was to this part of the proceedings that Richard attached greatest importance; he intended to test Karl to the limit of the facilities available to him. He knew by now that the clamps on Karl's scrotum and on his nipples would now be causing serious pain, and furthermore, that the character of the pain Karl was now enduring would have changed after orgasm. No longer would it be pain of the satisfying erotic kind, but would have become an almost intolerably searing irritant. Nevertheless, Richard made no attempt to ease Karl's suffering; he needed to know how much Karl could take, so he took his time cleaning the pool of spunk from Karl's belly, then moved over to the anesthetic machine to make some adjustment for the next and final phase of the proceedings.
Karl lay silent, motionless apart from the now less frantic heaving of his chest as he recovered from the effort of orgasm. Richard returned to the foot of the table, and with slow deliberation, began snapping the clamps from Karl's scrotum. He was purposefully slow, wanting to spin the procedure out as long as he could. His intention was neither cruel nor sadistic; he was testing Karl's stamina. It was essential for him to know that Karl was not one of those who, having come, then lost all interest in the proceedings. If Karl was to be of any use to his future plans, he had to have staying power, and this long drawn out and very painful procedure was the first part of the test he had devised for Karl. As each clamp was snapped off his scrotum, Karl's only reaction was an involuntary jerk of his body in response to the stimulus; no sound escaped him. When the last clamp had been removed, his ball sack felt hot and tender. Richard lightly massaged the area with his rubber hand, and to Karl the cool rubber felt like balm. Richard reached up over Karl's body and snapped off the two nipple clamps, one at a time, gratified and relieved that Karl had come through this part of his little test to his satisfaction.
For the final, and for Richard's purposes, the crucial part of Karl's test, he resumed his seat on the stool at the head of the table. He placed his rubber hands either side of Karl's rubber hooded and masked head, gently cradling it between them. He leaned forward to enable Karl to hear him through his gasmask. 'How are you feeling now, Karl?' 'I am fine, Doctor - a little tired'. Richard nodded, gave Karl a reassuring pat on the head and turned his attention to the anesthetic machine. As he turned he placed one hand on Karl's mask and exerted as much downward pressure upon it as he could without injuring Karl; he wanted Karl to have the strongest possible sense of helplessness, of dependence, even, perhaps of the sheer hopelessness of his position. He wanted to reinforce Karl's feeling of submission, Karl must now be given a sense of the totality and immediacy of Richard's domination of him, and that there was no possibility of escape from whatever Richard ordained for him.
Karl responded to the pressure Richard now exerted upon his mask by beginning to breathe more heavily and rapidly. His sense of anticipation suddenly sharpened, and his pulse rate increased. He was not expecting Ether. The heavy pungent and overwhelming vapor took him completely by surprise. His head swam, his ears roared and his hands and feet tingled strangely. He had heard about Ether, and in his efforts to learn about anesthetics he had discovered that it was one of the most potent, though long since superseded in clinical use by more modern anesthetics, mainly because Ether was considered by most anesthetists to be unpleasant to administer because of its panic-inducing properties, and for patients therefore, unpleasant to breathe. Karl had read about the strong volatile vapor, and had long fantasized about breathing it in an erotic rubber situation in such as he now found himself. Despite his weariness, the Ether caused no panic; this, he told himself, is real anesthetic. The heady vapor excited and stimulated him in a way that, enjoyable though they were, the relatively odorless gasses he had so far experienced could never do. He loved the sense of being totally overwhelmed by the vapor, he loved, and gloried in the knowledge that the tightly strapped, and now held and pressed to him, mask prevented any prospect of escape. This smell, this whole situation of total and absolute rubber submission was, he knew now, what he had craved. His mind raced, in seconds he realised that wildly exciting though this new experience was, there was something lacking, he was aware of a slight sense of disappointment. He wanted the pain he had experienced this evening to return, he wanted the dildo back, and above all he wanted that big catheter back in his dick - for the first time in his life he knew exactly what he wanted.
Karl exhaled and took another deep breath, expecting to get another overwhelming shot of Ether, but Richard had other ideas. He had allowed Karl only one hit of the Ether before returning him to oxygen. He had expected the customary panic and associated attempts to struggle, therefore he had planned to allow Karl a few moments to recover from the initial effects of the strong vapor, and thereafter give him a much reduced and intermittent dose, providing a prolonged and gradual induction before putting him right 'under' with a full dose. In his surprise, he lifted his hand from Karl's mask, thinking for a few doubtful seconds that perhaps he had made an error in his adjustments to the machine, and that Karl had not actually received the intended dose, however as the residual traces of the vapor seeped from the system and he could smell it himself, he knew that all was well. He cast a checking glance at Karl, who was quite still with his eyes closed, breathing evenly. To his amazement he discovered that Karl's dick was once again standing erect; in all his long experience he had never encountered such a positive reaction from a candidate being introduced to Ether for the first time.
He placed his hand back on Karl's mask, and exerted renewed pressure; as he did so, Karl opened his eyes, he was breathing deeply in his mask, and there was an enquiring, searching look in his eyes. Richard bent over him, 'Good?', he enquired, still amazed at this guy's tolerance of the Ether. He felt Karl try to nod acquiescence beneath his hand, and he noted from the muscles around Karl's eyes, that the lad was trying to grin beneath the now considerable pressure of the rubber mask on his face. Richard decided to stick to his original plan and induct Karl slowly and gradually. He had adjusted the machine to deliver a dose of Ether greatly diluted with oxygen every fourth breath. He re- activated the machine, and then placed both hands firmly over Karl's mask and exerted strong downward pressure once more, leaning over Karl as he did so.
Karl loved this powerful pressure on his masked rubber face, and when the Ether, fainter, now began again, he reveled in the strange feeling it induced within him. Involuntarily he was repeating over and over, 'Yes, Yes' to himself. When Richard heard Karl's mumblings, he knew for sure that he had found in Karl a truly natural candidate for his long-term rubber plans. He found himself thinking back to when he had discovered Hans, and realised that Karl was his equal in his capacity to appreciate the erotic pleasures of black rubber anesthesia, even if he had much ground to make up in experience.
Richard removed his hands from Karl's mask, stopped the Ether and returned him once again to pure oxygen. He sat watching Karl, who opened his eyes as soon as he realised there was no more Ether. He wanted to beg Richard for more of that divine vapor, but remembering how the scene had started off, and still feeling that he had erred seriously, was too nervous to do so. His dick was rampant and he ached for a renewal sexual stimulation. For fully five minutes Richard sat immobile and silent, then once again adjusting the machine, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table either side of Karl's head, placed his hands on the mask and pressed as hard as he dared, leaning right over Karl to give him as much sense of being 'put down' as he could. He knew that after two more breaths of pure oxygen, Karl would get a full dose of Ether with each breath. He waited.
Karl felt Richard push down heavily on his mask, he was aware of Richard's arms gripping the side of his head, and once more his sense of anticipation was sharpened, and he breathed the oxygen wishing and hoping there would be more Ether. Suddenly it was there, full and strong; Karl felt he could not get enough of it, and breathed in deeply fearing that once more he would only be allowed the single breath as before, but Richard did not release his hold on his mask this time, and when he breathed again, there was more Ether. Briefly his head swam again, and then there was nothing, just blackness.
Richard felt the relaxation through Karl's body that signified unconsciousness, and immediately put him back onto oxygen. He had completed his test, and now wanted Karl to recover as rapidly as possible, for there was still much to discuss before he left for London tomorrow. He slackened Karl's bonds, and waited for him to come round. He was well satisfied with the way Karl had reacted to the whole of the evening's work. He still felt bad inside himself about the poor beginning, but hopefully, he felt, no lasting harm had been done either to his own credibility in Karl's eyes, or to his own ability to establish total and permanent rubber dominance over the lad.
Karl stirred. Richard eased the pressure on his mask, but left it in place; he wanted Karl to continue breathing pure oxygen for another fifteen minutes to clear his head and minimize any feeling of nausea he might have.
Karl's recovery was rapid, and complete, and in another half an hour the pair were in a cab heading back to the city. During the trip back to Karl's apartment, the youngster was silent, morose even, and Richard left him to his thoughts, interrupting the journey only to collect some food from a takeaway. Over a hasty meal, which Karl devoured hungrily, the lad maintained his silence. When they had eaten, Richard said softly, 'You are quiet.' 'Yes, I am sad.' 'Why is that - did you not enjoy what we have been doing?' 'Yes, but tomorrow you go, and there will be no more.'
Richard looked at his watch; it was past midnight. He looked straight into Karl's eyes, and began to tell him about Hans, his house in London, his long-term rubber plans, all of which Karl listened to in doleful silence. Richard then mentioned that he needed another suitable rubber guy in the household, and the reasons. When Richard asked Karl if he would be prepared to move to London and join himself and Hans in their rubber life, Karl's face lit up, and his usual infectious grin spread almost from ear to ear. Richard had his answer; he had his new man. He gave Karl a brief resume of what would be expected of him, cautioned him that he would be expected to work to both his and Hans' direction, explained the relationship that existed between himself and Hans, then asked him if he still wanted to come. Karl's grin answered for him.
Richard left, telling Karl that he would be in touch within a few days about the arrangements, and turned his thoughts to the daunting task of acquainting Hans with the news of the impending addition to the household, which in the event was accomplished after much explaining, and Karl assumed his role.
Satisfied that Hans could be left for a while, Richard took Karl to the side of the room. He looked over to where Tom sat quietly, he would be alright for a few minutes. Richard checked to see that only he and Karl were in circuit. 'You have become very fond of Tom over the past few weeks, I think.' 'Yes, Doctor. I am sorry if that is wrong, but I love him and would like to know him better, but if you tell me that I must not, then I will obey.' Karl hung his gas masked head, staring at his rubber booted feet. Richard lifted his rubber hand to Karl's chin and pulled his head up. 'Look at me Karl. You have been here four years now, you have done all that has been asked of you, and you have become a very valued member of this household. You have, I know, from time to time had a lot to endure from Hans. He is a fine man, as you know, even if a little difficult at times, and he has come to respect your rubber abilities as I have done. Now you have your duties here, and I have no intention of releasing you from those in any way whatsoever. Unless I am very much mistaken, Tom feels the same way about you. Now go tell him, you have earned the right to your own happiness, and anyway, if Tom continues to perform as he has done so far, you will be seeing a lot him anyway, though you are not to tell him that. Now, I'll put you two in circuit, and be quick, its time you were fed.'
Tom looked up, suddenly he could hear Karl's breathing in his ears. Karl left Richard, went to a locker at the side of the room from which he collected Tom's set of breathing gear and his butt plug, and began making his way across the room to Tom. Richard, who had remained where he was, watched Karl, and waiting until he was half way across the room to Tom flicked at one of the tabs on his belt, and instantly Karl was startled by the sudden considerable increase in activity in his cock rings and butt plug that Richard had caused. Richard grinned wickedly in his mask, telling himself that a rampant and throbbing erect dick and a wildly twitching asshole was just the spur Karl needed.
Tom watched as Karl approached; he heard the startled 'ooh!' and saw the slight hesitation as Karl felt the increased activity in his cock rings and butt plug. As Karl reached Tom's side both began speaking at once. Karl lifted his rubber gloved fingers to Tom's rubber lips to silence him. ' We have only a moment, Tom, I have to fit you with your breathing gear, and plug. The Doctor requires us to be masked and breathing oxygen at all times, and you have been resting for long enough, now.' That was fine by Tom, he was feeling recovered and looking longingly at the breathing gear, he was eager to be in it, and his ass was in urgent need of the stimulus of the plug.
Karl set about his work of fitting Tom with the gear, all the while the pair moving their rubber hands over each other's rubber clad bodies. Tom was just as erect as Karl, but casting anxious looks in Richard's direction when Karl grabbed Tom's dick, he hesitated to grab Karl's, which he could see was almost bursting from the confines of the rubber sheath.. Karl saw Tom's hesitancy, and seized his opportunity. 'It's alright Tom, the Doctor knows how we feel about each other, we have a few minutes together now, he will allow us to meet when all this is over, if you would like that.' Tom heaved a sigh of relief, grabbed Karl's dick and said, 'You just try and stop me!' By now Tom was fully geared up, plugged, and connected into the systems; the two made their way over to Richard and Hans. Richard was beginning the final stages of preparing Hans for his feeding, and Tom was fascinated to see the big rubber guy strapped in the elaborately equipped chair undergoing the exact preparations that he had so recently experienced himself.
Hans was still breathing Entanox, and Tom looked over to the anesthetic machine alongside and slightly to the back of the chair, and watched the regular rising and falling of the black rubber bladder as Hans breathed on in his gas induced delirium. Richard paused in his attentions to Hans as Tom and Karl approached. He flicked at a tab on his belt, bring all three of them into the same circuit, and said, 'Tom, you can assist me to relieve Karl of his breathing gear, and you can put it over on the table.' When Karl was divested of his breathing gear, Richard settled him in the chair opposite to and facing Hans, and began fitting his feeding gag. Then he fitted the feeding tube through the channel in an anesthetic mask which he strapped onto Karl. The sight of the two masked rubbermen strapped into these incredible chairs opposite one another was almost too much for Tom, and without thinking, he allowed his hand stray to his rubber dick. Richard noted the movement, and flicking once more at his belt, increased the activity in Tom's cock rings and butt plug. All was now set for the pair to be intubated, and for the feeding to commence.
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