FABLE: Chapter Nine

Part 9
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Face to face astride the bench, the two masked rubbermen surveyed each other silently as they settled into a steady breathing routine, their system still open to the atmosphere. Richard held the third tube in his rubber-gloved hand, and giving a pre-arranged nod to Karl, the younger man emptied his lungs as instructed, while Richard filled his. There was a brief pause while Richard folded the tube over in his fist, and when he nodded again Karl inhaled slowly and deeply. Richard instantly became aware of the power exerted by Karl's chest muscles as his lungs were forcibly emptied for him; his gasmask, emptied of air, became a vacuum and clung tightly to his face. Karl, realizing instinctively what Richard required of him, held his breath for several seconds while Richard tried to inhale and pull some air back into his own mask and lungs, but fit as he was, the super fitness of Karl enabled him to resist the not inconsiderable power that Richard was able to exert, and to hold the breath for longer than anyone Richard had previously encountered before. At length, Karl let go, and Richard inhaled greedily, using sufficient force to pull Karl's mask to his face and then himself holding the breath. Before Richard had decided to let go, he felt his lungs being sucked empty again by Karl's superior strength. It was like being connected up to a living resuscitator, with Karl in total control. For a couple of minutes they continued, Karl uncharacteristically enjoying his power, while Richard thoroughly enjoyed having his breathing so effectively manipulated for him. He decided, at some risk to himself, to see how long Karl could hold out without being allowed to breathe from atmosphere, and while both men recognized that Karl was the fitter, Richard was more experienced when it came to conserving his physical resources, the result being that both men became desperate for more oxygen at the same time. Richard opened the system to atmosphere, allowing several breaths before sealing them up again. This time he closed the circuit when Karl's lungs were filled, with the result that there was more air in the system and they were able to hold out a little longer. For twenty minutes both men enjoyed breathing against each other after which Richard removed his mask, indicating to Karl that he should do the same.

Richard savored the fact that never before had he been connected in that way to a worthier partner, and he resolved to do this with Karl again, and to develop several techniques and variations to enhance what for most rubbermen was a simple and basic rubber game. Richard knew that in future, with the combination of Karl's physical strength and his own imagination, some very exciting closed-circuit rubber breathing sessions could be devised.

Somewhat breathless, both men remained on the bench facing each other; Karl waiting to see what would happen next, while Richard reflected that he had perhaps made a tactical error by beginning the proceedings in a way that may have given Karl a slight psychological advantage, especially as he had, unusually for him, been motivated by self-indulgence. He had thoroughly enjoyed being in a rubber situation whereby Karl was able to breathe for him, but certain of his own powers of dominance, he felt fully confident that within a few minutes he would have Karl completely under his rubber control. It was, after all, good to see the boy's confidence in himself rising, but the time had now come for him to exert his full authority and show Karl just what total rubber domination by a master of rubber extremism entailed. He was anxious to see how the lad responded, and with that objective uppermost in his mind he rose from the bench, telling Karl to do the same.

The evening was by now well-advanced, Richard had not eaten since luncheon; he had a full day ahead of him tomorrow at the conference followed by his commitment to dine with a German colleague. This evening's encounter with Karl had invested the dinner engagement with added importance. His host-to-be owed him a favor, and he only needed to make a brief 'phone call tomorrow morning to call that favor in. Meanwhile tonight he would give Karl just a little foretaste of what could become part of his life permanently if he proved himself to be the rubberman Richard had now begun to hope he was. It was Tuesday, Richard would return to London on Friday afternoon. On Wednesday evening he would be dining with his colleague, there remained only Thursday on which he would have an opportunity of a further meeting with Karl, when he intended to introduce him properly to the world of black rubber anesthesia; to test Karl fully in the role of rubber submissive, and, why not, maybe make some of the lad's dreams come true.

When Karl got to his feet, Richard noted with satisfaction that unlike so many body-builders, the younger man had a very large erection. Richard told him to lie on the bench. The bench was not long enough to allow Karl to lie fully outstretched upon it, therefore with his head resting at one end, the other end of the bench came only to the back of his knees, and he was obliged to bend them and place his feet flat on the floor. Richard had found several lengths of heavy rubber strapping in the big trunk with which he secured Karl's torso to the bench, lashed his feet to the legs of the bench and immobilized his arms against the legs at the head of the bench. He bent over the reclining rubber form and ran his rubber-gloved hands over the tight rubber suit moulded over Karl's muscular body; the great chest rose and fell gently, all signs of earlier exertion now vanished. The slender waist contrasted sharply with the huge rib-cage above it and the exceptionally well developed thighs below. Karl's now semi-erect dick rested visibly inside the rubber crotch. To Richard's enquiry, Karl replied that he was comfortable, and that none of his bonds were too tight; he writhed with sensuous pleasure under the caressing touch of Richard's rubber-gloved hands.

Richard selected a gasmask from among Karl's collection, and positioning himself where Karl could see him clearly, he donned the mask, tucking the end of the long black corrugated rubber hose into his belt, then he allowed the recumbent muscleman to watch as with slow deliberation he tightened the mask strap by strap. Satisfied that the mask was on as tight as he could get it, he crossed the room to retrieve the case he had brought with him. Karl watched with undisguised curiosity as Richard carried it toward the bench, and placed it alongside, tantalizingly out of Karl's field of view. While he opened the case and began assembling the components of his portable anesthetic machine, Richard knew that Karl could hear every sound and would be wondering what was going to occur next and that his rubber antennae would be working at fever pitch. Richard took his time, enjoying the minor torment he knew he was inflicting upon Karl by so doing. Eventually he could prolong his preparations no longer, and kneeling behind Karl's rubber-hooded head, with one rubber gloved hand he caressed the young rubberman's head, sliding his hand over one side of his face until he cupped Karl's chin, while with the other he brought the big black rubber anesthetic mask quickly but gently down over Karl's nose and mouth, holding it firmly in place. He felt Karl's body stiffen for an instant before relaxing once more.

Richard leaned over until his gas masked face was close to Karl's ear. 'You understand what this is for?'

A muffled 'Yes, Doctor.' came from within Karl's mask.

Richard was giving Karl some oxygen; the noise of his breathing through the machine was clearly audible to both men. It was a sound that never failed to excite Richard, and he knew from the rapid increase in Karl's rate of respiration that the sound of his own breathing together with the anticipation of what was to come was working its magic on Karl. The big rubber-clad body builder shifted his position within his bonds and moaned slightly with pleasure; Richard noted with satisfaction that there was no resistance from him, nor any evidence of nervousness. He looked along towards Karl's groin and noted with further satisfaction that the younger man's erection had now reached such proportions that it had emerged through the open crotch zip and was standing in a graceful upward curve, swollen to the extent that the huge cockhead glistened while a bead of pre-cum appeared in the eye of the massive member. Richard strapped the mask onto Karl with a Clausen's harness, adjusting the straps to moderate tightness, cautioning Karl to breathe slowly but deeply as he did so. The young rubberman immediately brought his breathing under control. Richard waited a few seconds and then turned on the Entanox. Karl immediately began to draw the gas into his lungs greedily, and Richard warned him once again to slow his breathing, this time making the threat that if he failed to obey, there would be no more gas. Karl responded immediately. Although Richard was aware that Karl had experienced Entanox before during his visits to Magda, he was anxious to see for himself just how Karl reacted to being rendered helpless and having gas administered to him. 'So far, so good', he told himself, and he sat back for a while, watching and listening as the younger man breathed steadily through the machine, an occasional moan of pleasure escaped from the mask. There was little time for prolonged observation of Karl's enjoyment, due to the fact that the duration of the machine was limited, and had been further reduced by the fact that Richard himself had used some of the gas the previous evening. He tightened Karl's mask to maximum tightness, then allowed a minute to pass before he got his rubber-gloved hands to work on Karl's enormous dick.