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Allowing Karl his few magical seconds of surveying the scene before him, Richard then indicated that they should move to the table, and he helped Karl get onto it. Telling Karl to position himself comfortably on the table, with his legs in the stirrups, he began strapping Karl down, firmly securing his body to the table, with his arms pinned to his sides, and finally strapping his legs into the stirrups, upwards and apart. The table, being intended solely for obstetric and gynecological use, supported the body only from the head to the buttocks, enabling Richard to place himself at the foot of the table right between Karl's elevated legs when he needed to. Richard, noting with satisfaction that Karl's erection was already rampant, for a few moments busied himself with unpacking Karl's dildos and butt plugs from the bag they had brought with them, and then checked that the items he had asked to be provided were laid out on the trolley. Satisfied that all was ready, he moved to the head of the table, seated himself on the anesthetist’s stool, switched on the anesthetic machine, and turned his attention to Karl.
Karl moved his rubber-hooded head to watch as Richard picked up the big black rubber anesthetic mask from the machine. Two long corrugated black rubber tubes led from the mask back to the machine, hanging heavily in a gentle curve. Richard cupped the mask in one hand, while he rested his other arm on the table alongside Karl's head, using his rubber hand to cradle Karl's chin. He leaned close to Karl so that the rubber-clad muscleman would be able to hear as he spoke through his bizarre black rubber gasmask in his low persuasive voice. He could feel Karl's body trembling; he hoped that excitement accounted for this, although he reflected that a little fear and apprehension would not, in the circumstances, be misplaced. He found the anxiety that emanated from a young, inexperienced rubber guy on the threshold of a new experience, as Karl was on this occasion, very provocative, providing that the 'patient' did not allow his fear to overwhelm him. He became conscious of his own erection rising when he realised that Karl was indeed anxious. It was, Richard told himself, as it should be. Holding the mask where Karl could see it clearly, but keeping it well away from his face, he said, 'Are you ready, Karl?' The rubber head nodded, but Richard did not wait for further answer, and went on, 'you are going to have some new experiences this evening. Some of them will be painful, some of them may frighten you, and you will want to fight them. You may fight and struggle as much as you wish, but it will do you no good, there is no escape. For the moment you are not only my rubber patient, but you are my rubber prisoner, I could say, even, that you are my rubber slave, but I do not believe in slavery, even for rubber submissives like you, even though in truth, and fact, at this moment I am your rubber master. To prove that to you, I want you to try and struggle free from your bonds now, if you can.' Karl looked up at Richard in disbelief. 'Go on, I mean it, I want you to try and get yourself free.' Karl began to writhe about on the table, straining his massive muscles first one way and then another. He tried to rise, but couldn't; he tried moving first his legs and then his arms, until after several minutes, he gave up. 'Now you understand that there really is no escape from the rubber situation in which you now find yourself. That is, there is no physical escape that you can effect for yourself, as you have just discovered. I will free you in an instant if you tell me that you regret the situation in which you are now placed, and that you have decided you wish to proceed no further. If, on the other hand you would like to continue, and you can find it in yourself to acknowledge me as your rubber master, then we can continue. Which is it to be, Karl? Think carefully before you give me your answer. If you tell me that you don't wish to go on with this, then that will be for ever, there will be no second chance for you. If you say to me that you do wish to go on, then equally that also is for ever.
Once I become your acknowledged rubber master there will be no turning back; it will be so for always, your life will change completely and nothing will be for you as it was before ever again. Think with care, and tell me truthfully which way you choose to go.'
There was silence; the impact of the dropping of a pin in that room at that moment would have been seismic. Karl struggled with himself inwardly; it was not that he doubted what his answer would be, he could find only one word with which to convey it. He looked straight into the hypnotic eyes within the monstrous looking gasmask and breathed, 'Master!' With lightning speed Richard had the big black rubber anesthetic mask onto Karl's face and was holding it with ferocious strength before the big bodybuilder knew what was happening. 'I cannot hear you', Richard said softly into Karl's ear. 'I am yours, master!' Karl shouted frantically into the mask, as he began to feel the effects of the gas. It was only Entanox, and Richard knew he had a few moments to toy with Karl before he became muddled with the gas, and over and over he demanded of Karl that he repeat his reply until the big rubber guy's voice betrayed that the gas was winning. The combined hypnotic effect of Richard' voice and the gas sent Karl spinning into the black rubber void he was now beginning to recognize as a haven of erotic bliss.
Using a Clausen's harness he had earlier placed on the table at the spot where Karl's head would rest, Richard now strapped the mask to Karl one place below maximum tightness. He allowed the lad to breathe Entanox for a few minutes before lightening the gas and putting Karl onto pure oxygen.
He waited a few seconds until Karl was fully out of the effects of the gas and said softly, 'Karl.'
The reply was instant. 'Yes, master.'
Richard had no intention of being addressed for ever more by Karl as 'Master', and said, 'Yes, Karl, I am your master, but you will continue to call me 'Doctor', is that understood?'
'Yes, Doctor.'
'Good, now we have established that you have no wish to escape, and that there is no way you can escape. You now have to understand that no matter what happens to you tonight, you must on no account panic. I am in control of everything, and you are quite safe. No harm will come to you so long as you remember that you must never ever panic.'
Karl nodded. The big black rubber anesthetic mask strapped tightly to his face felt wonderful. Once more he stirred within his bonds to savor the delight of rubber restriction, telling himself, as he felt the restraint of his bonds, that it was this that he had been born for. The pure oxygen he breathed through the mask made him feel even stronger than he normally did, and he waited in excited anticipation for what was to follow.
Richard, meanwhile, had moved to the foot of the table. He took a pot of lubricant from the trolley and began gently opening Karl's arse with well-lubricated rubber fingers. Karl moaned softly with erotic pleasure, and his anal muscles began to respond to Richard's skilful manipulation. Richard knew from the array of dildos in Karl's collection, that the young rubber guy was no stranger to anal penetration; several of the dildos being of prodigious dimensions. Satisfied eventually that Karl was open and muscularly receptive, Richard ceased his digital exploration and greased a long slender dildo, distinctive because of its anatomically impossibly large head. He deduced from the well-used appearance of the dildo, that this was a favorite toy of Karl's, and before he proceeded with further anesthesia, he had to determine just how much anal stimulation Karl could take without injury. He held the big cockhead firmly against Karl's anus, exerting just enough pressure to encourage Karl to open up in voluntary muscular acceptance. Within seconds, to Richard's amazement and satisfaction, Karl's anal muscles had virtually swallowed up the cockhead. He watched fascinated as the anal sphincter settled itself around the shaft behind the now invisible cockhead, and he could feel Karl willing him to drive it further into him.
He paused for a second to rotate the dildo slightly from side to side within Karl, before beginning, with gentle but relentless pressure to drive the big head further into Karl's rectum. His efforts were rewarded by contented sighs and moans from beneath the big mask. Karl's pleasure was further betrayed by the visible throbbing of his massively erect dick. Richard had thrust the dildo into Karl to the point where about eight inches of the shaft were inside him before he stopped and began to withdraw. He made repeated strokes to the same depth without an adverse reaction from Karl, who was making encouraging noises inside his mask. Richard began deeper thrusts until eventually, when just over ten inches were into him, Karl stiffened in resistance, and Richard knew, as does the mariner taking soundings, that he had touched bottom. He probed a little deeper, but Karl stiffened each time, and eventually gave a little cry indicating to Richard that the limit had finally been reached. Carefully he withdrew the shaft until only the head remained in Karl. He paused to allow Karl's muscles to relax, then tugging outwardly just enough to exert a little downward pressure, he encouraged Karl to expel the head of his own accord.
The only part of Karl's anatomy remaining mobile within the extensive rubber bondage binding him to the table and stirrups was his head. He could watch everything Richard was doing despite the fact that his vision was slightly obstructed by the inflated black rubber cuff on the rim of the large anesthetic mask tightly strapped to his face. He had watched enthralled when he saw Richard pick up his favorite dildo, and as it had been inserted and the probing within him began gently, and then penetrated deeper, he had hoped for a really vigorous fucking. The huge cockhead had felt great as it plunged deeper into him, then, when his limit had been reached, and he felt his body stiffen involuntarily to resist further penetration, he had felt a sense of disappointment as Richard had begun the withdrawal. He remembered just in time to remain silent. He must, he knew, never forget that his new rubber master was the one who ordered his rubber pleasure from now on, and he concentrated all his physical and mental effort upon anticipating and responding to Richard's requirements of him. He felt the unremitting outward pressure of the cockhead, and quickly worked out that Richard wanted him to let it go, which, with some reluctance, he did. The pure oxygen he was getting from the anesthetic machine had given him a tremendous lift, and he had never felt fitter, more alive, nor more sexually stimulated that he did at that moment. He saw Richard pick up a large nozzle connected to the enema equipment, and after it had been well-lubricated, he had felt it slide effortlessly into his ass, and he watched excitedly as Richard squeezed a rubber bulb attached to the shaft of the nozzle. Within seconds he had felt the nozzle begin to inflate within him, and soon he was aware of the warm liquid flowing into him. Using some of the rubber strapping, Richard fashioned a makeshift but effective harness around Karl's loins to prevent Karl expelling the inflated nozzle at a later stage.
Karl saw Richard lean over to the anesthetic machine for just a second, and he knew more gas was coming. He breathed deeply and slowly as Richard had instructed. He wanted to pull as much of the intoxicating gas into him as he could, but he was, he now realised, learning to react to this, as to everything that would happen in this rubber experience, in the manner that he hoped would please Richard. As the gas took effect, he closed his eyes, no longer curious about what Richard was doing, and he allowed himself to drift into the black rubber twilight world he had now become familiar with, and where what remained of his consciousness was dominated by a succession of erotic rubber fantasies, each more outrageous and extreme than before.
He was unaware when Richard once again moved to the machine, this time to lighten the gas so that Karl would be more aware than usual, when on gas, of what was happening to his body, but yet would remain sufficiently affected by the gas to feel pleasantly sedated. Karl could feel the inflated Bardex nozzle inside him, and he was aware that his gut was getting fuller by the second. He lay there dreaming his rubber dreams for what seemed like an eternity, until the increasing volume within him began to drive all else from his mind. He felt as if he were about to burst, but the flow continued, stopping only when mentally he had abandoned all hope of it ever stopping, and in his semi-gassed state, he had resigned himself to whatever might now happen. He could feel a pulse in his anal sphincter beating furiously against the solid inflated nozzle, his mask felt both tight and heavy. He was still sufficiently conscious to maintain a rigid erection, which throbbed to the same beat as his anal pulse. He gloried in his discomfort, this act of rubber submission was what he had craved for as long as he could remember.
The pressure inside him subsided as the water began its outward flow. Twice more he would be filled, each time a little fuller than the last. When the third enema was inside him he felt that the pressure was greater than ever, and this time his gut was not drained to relieve it; his entire abdominal region seemed to him to be filled beyond capacity. He lay waiting for the pressure to ease, and became aware that the effects of the gas were diminishing. As he returned to full consciousness he began to feel fully the effect of the massive amount of warm fluid he was being forced to retain within his body. He felt Richard's hand gently palpate his distended abdomen, and although the touch was light, to Karl, now in a highly sensitized condition, it felt as if he were being pummeled. Richard's voice came in his ear, 'I have a little treat for you now, Karl. You are about to have a new experience, remember what I told you about panic. Just breathe normally now, and relax and enjoy what comes. If you can do that, I promise you it will be fantastic for you, but if you fight it, you will hate it. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Doctor' 'Good. Right, off we go.' Karl felt the gas take effect once more, and for a few seconds the pressure within him seemed to ease. There was in fact no reduction, the analgesic effect of the Entanox merely made him feel less aware of his bloated lower bowel.
He spun down into the black rubber twilight world the gas had made him familiar with.
By now growing accustomed to the effects of breathing Entanox, he knew that it would take him no further into true anesthesia no matter how much he breathed it; he would just stay pleasantly intoxicated, and able to fantasize to his heart's content. As Richard had instructed, he relaxed and gave himself up to full enjoyment of his situation, while wondering mildly to himself just what the treat was that Richard had promised.
It was when he felt Richard's hand on his mask that Karl realised that he was feeling differently. The mask had already begun to feel very tight and heavy, now Richard exerted quite severe pressure. He was in fact weaning Karl gradually from Entanox onto Nitrous Oxide. He counted Karl's breaths, and on every fifth inhalation he gave Karl a burst of Nitrous. He wanted Karl to experience a long slow induction into full general anesthesia, and as he now began to demonstrate, he was a master at prolonging the onset of unconsciousness, keeping his 'patient' hovering on the brink, just sufficiently aware of what was happening, to give a devotee such as Karl a really thrilling slow descent into black rubber oblivion. By careful regulation of the flow of Nitrous, and continual pressure and manipulation of the mask, he was able to keep Karl in a state of awareness as very slowly the anesthetic began to overwhelm him. By degrees he increased the dose of Nitrous, so that after five minutes the gas came to Karl every fourth breath, and so on until finally he was breathing true anesthetic with every breath, no longer able to resist the beguiling lure of the gas into the dark abyss of black rubber anesthesia toward which he spun downwards relentlessly.
Karl slept.
As soon as Karl lost consciousness, Richard lightened the anesthetic and set the flow meter to maintain Karl's condition at a point where he was just barely 'under'. He checked Karl's pulse, which was normal for the circumstances, then checked that the enema nozzle remained in place and that there was no leakage due to Karl's reflexes being affected by the anesthetic.
Satisfied that all was well with Karl, Richard drew the trolley to the foot of the table, swept off the covering cloth and inspected the array of items laid out neatly. There were some two dozen hemostats, a kidney dish containing two Foley catheters, one of medium gauge, the other of large gauge, bathed in a sterilizing fluid, together with a syringe for inflating the catheter balloons. The equipment Richard had asked for was completed by a pair of large surgical clamps, each fitted with a pair of soft rubber pads.
After casting a quick look at Karl, Richard pinched up the skin of Karl's scrotum, taking care that he had only skin between his rubber fingers, and began clamping the hemostats from one side to the other until he had made a complete fan of hemostats right around the ball sac. Of the three possible locking positions available on each hemostat, Richard chose the least severe, and when he had completed clamping the scrotum, he lifted Karl's now flaccid dick, and working up from the root, pinched out the skin along the underside and attached the remaining hemostats along the whole length, saving the last one for the frenum, which he knew would cause Karl the most exquisite pain of all.
Not once during this procedure did Karl flinch, so Richard knew he had judged the level of anesthesia correctly. He picked up the two large clamps and resumed his seat on the stool by Karl's head. Richard sat for a few minutes just watching Karl's massive chest rise and fall regularly; once more he found himself fascinated by the sheer size of the thorax. Almost without thinking Richard found his attention had wandered to the big black rubber bladder on the anesthetic machine. Each time Karl exhaled, the bag filled to capacity, the natural creases along its length smoothed out to invisibility by the pressure within. With each breath Karl exhaled the big black rubber bag hovered quivering, fully extended for just a second before it began to deflate as he inhaled again, emptying the bladder until it crumpled into itself, hanging momentarily empty and lifeless before the cycle began yet again with Karl's next breath. He allowed his gaze to travel along the two corrugated black rubber hoses from the machine to the black rubber mask firmly strapped on the rubber face of the sleeping Karl. He reached out and lightly ran his rubber-gloved hands over the black rubber head of the slumbering weight-lifter.
It was at this moment that the resolve crystallized within Richard to invite Karl to join his household, provided that the lad came through the remainder of the evening without falling short of Richard's high standard. His decision made at last, Richard reached forward over Karl's chest and attached the two clamps to his nipples, once again leaving them at the least severe of the three possible settings. He then tightened the mask to its tightest and, turning to the machine, cut the gas and put Karl onto pure oxygen to hasten Karl's recovery and reduce the likelihood of headache and nausea, and waited with excited anticipation for reaction from Karl as he emerged from his first encounter with full erotic black rubber anesthesia.
Richard had been aware from the outset that this almost impromptu scene with Karl had been planned, and was being executed, under far from what he would normally have regarded as ideal conditions. For the moment, however, he remained unaware that his improvised plans had been flawed, the devastating consequences of which were soon to become apparent.
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