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Tom's cries and pleas for release rang around the room as he continued to fight against restraint, while his three rubber clad and gas masked captors appeared totally impervious to them. Richard straightened himself, leaned forward and with his free hand cupped Tom's chin firmly in his grasp. There was immediate eye contact between the two. Tom saw a formidable unblinking gaze from within the black rubber gasmask, while Richard looked upon eyes that pleaded pitifully. Richard lifted the mask high above Tom, allowing him to see it and the two long black rubber corrugated hoses trailing back to the anesthetic machine. He paused briefly and then slowly, in the manner of an Archbishop at the moment of crowning a monarch, he lowered the mask to Tom's face. Tom's struggles had ceased, he appeared to be hypnotized by the gaping blackness of the interior of the rubber mask as it descended inexorably toward him.
Tom could not take his eyes off the mask as he watched it come closer; as it was lowered toward him the mask seemed to increase in size until it seemed as though it was large enough to devour his entire head. For a few seconds the descent stopped, the mask was still far enough away from him to enable him to see the three gas masked faces above him, and the three pairs of eyes from within those gasmasks staring at him without pity or compassion for his terror. As within Richard, so turmoil raged within Tom. Why, he asked himself, had he been so foolish as to allow himself to be inveigled into this terrifying situation from which he had no hope of escape, and why had the man he loved so much, and whom he had believed returned his love, now allied himself with these two sadists. For the moment those questions remained unanswered; with savage suddenness the mask was upon his face, and was being held there with ferocious strength. Richard had artfully applied the mask at a moment when Tom had exhaled. His struggles having left him breathless, Tom unwittingly inhaled deeply, receiving as he did so a full blast of Ether vapor. Instantly he renewed his struggle as the overwhelming power of the vapor and the realization that there was no escape from it induced within him a sensation of panic unlike anything he had previously experienced. Karl and Hans allowed him to struggle to a limited degree, for they knew the expenditure of energy would force Tom to inhale again almost immediately.
When Tom inhaled the second time he believed that the full blast of Ether he was getting would put him right out - he had reached the stage where, terrified as he was, the prospect of oblivion was preferable to his present predicament. His second breath in fact contained very little Ether vapor, and a lot of Oxygen. Richard had no intention of allowing Tom to go 'under' just yet. He needed a short interval to allow the Ether that Tom had inhaled in his first breath to become absorbed into the tissues of Tom's body, and he therefore kept Tom on a mixture containing just enough Ether to flood Tom's body tissue but insufficient to induce unconsciousness.
Tom's ears roared, the first sound he had heard since his hearing had been electronically disabled; he felt a tingling sensation in his limbs and a glowing feeling was slowly suffusing his body. He could no longer feel himself being held down by Karl and Hans, that sensation had been superseded by a feeling of weightlessness, and his head swam. He could feel the black rubber mask upon his face, now it felt that it was being held onto him with less force, and it seemed to be moving about on his face. The mask had become the focal point of his consciousness; he opened his eyes and looked up. He could just see around the rim of the huge black rubber cuff of the mask. He saw Richard above him, and looking around his limited field of vision he saw the gas masked faces of Karl and Hans. The urge to struggle returned, but his attempt was feeble, and anyway, he told himself, why struggle now when they are moving away. He could see the two gas masked faces recede from him, but just as quickly they loomed large above him once again. Tom looked back to Richard, he too was moving, first away from him, and then back toward him again. He looked up at the light above him, and that too appeared to rise and fall, nothing seemed real any more, except, that is, the feeling of the mask moving upon his face - that felt good, so good that he moved to bury his face deeper within its black rubber confines.
He could think of nothing but the mask now; it was the center of his universe; the one thing that remained stable while everything else around him seemed to come and go, the world about him pulsated, but the feeling of the mask was constant. All terror gone from him now, he moaned involuntarily with pleasure as he attempted to lift his hands to the mask, not to rip it off as he had longed to do a few minutes ago, but to hold it on ever tighter.
When he heard the moan escape from Tom, Richard knew he had won, and that all would be well. He saw Tom's attempt to lift his hands to the mask, and he signaled to Karl and Hans to allow Tom the freedom to do so. Tom seized the mask and Richard's hand with it, and forced it onto his face, writhing with pleasure on the table as he did so. He felt intoxicated with pleasure as the effect of the Ether permeated throughout his body tissue. He glowed with a sensation he had never known before, and although Richard had now stopped the Ether and put Tom back onto pure Oxygen, Tom's system was now so saturated with Ether that he believed he was still breathing it. He looked up to Richard, who turned to the console, flicked a switch which gradually brought Tom's hearing back to normal, and at the same time signaled to Karl and Hans to stop restraining Tom, and merely to steady his unsecured upper body. Tom was unable to speak, he was in a strange limbo, not fully conscious, but not unconscious, nor was he in the twilight world that he knew from a mild dose of nitrous, or from breathing Entanox; this was a totally new sensation, and he liked it.
Richard leaned close to Tom, Tom looked up right into Richard's gas masked gaze. The eyes were no longer hard and cruel; from a vast distance, Tom heard Richard's voice, low and seductive, 'That's better now, Tom, isn't it?'. Tom could only nod his agreement. Testing for reaction, Richard attempted to lift the mask from Tom's face, but Tom, who still held the mask in his hands resisted. Satisfied, Richard desisted, and leaning close to Tom's head again, said, 'Alright, Tom, you can keep the mask. Now just breathe in deeply.' Richard began giving Ether to Tom again, but only enough to keep him at his present level of consciousness. Tom attempted to look about him; his powers of reason were inhibited by the Ether, and although he tried to gaze about him, he was not sure what he was looking at, or what he was looking for. Everything in the room appeared to be unreal, there was a golden glow about everything. The figures about him kept receding and then coming close again, and there was a strange rhythmic noise in his ears. His body glowed strangely and the rubber figures around him that he had fought against so violently, and for whom he had briefly felt such fear and hatred had become benign.
Richard slowly eased his own hand from the mask and from beneath Tom's hands which still held the mask tightly to his own face and began strapping the mask tightly to Tom with the Clausen's Harness previously placed on the table beneath Tom's head. As soon as he felt the tightening of the harness straps on his mask, Tom allowed his hands to fall away from the mask, whereupon Hans and Karl, upon a signal from Richard, began securing his wrists to the table, after which they placed a broad rubber strap across the lower part of Tom's chest. Tom was once more bound firmly to the table, and it was safe for Karl and Hans to turn their attention to other parts of Tom's anatomy, while Richard gripped Tom's rubber head between his rubber-gloved hands and gently turned it to one side so that he could see the black rubber bladder on the anesthetic machine into which he was inhaling and exhaling.
Despite the euphoria induced by the Ether, Tom was still sufficiently aware of his surroundings to respond to the stimulus of the sight of the big black rubber bladder inflating and deflating as he breathed; it had always been one of the rubber sights that had excited Tom almost more than any other. Richard leaned forward over Tom and began manipulating his nipples, and instantly Tom's black rubber cock sprang to erectness.
One of the many factors that had influenced Richard in his decision all those weeks ago to accept Tom's candidacy had been his discovery during the tests he had carried out upon Tom, that Tom's testosterone level was exceptionally high. The indication of extreme sexual vigor was so unusual that, to confirm it, Richard had ordered the test to be repeated on three separate occasions, each one of which resulted in the same high reading, and it was therefore no surprise now to Richard, despite his having brought Tom to repeated orgasm in the chair, to see Tom's dick once again rampantly erect.
Briefly the eyes of the three gas masked rubbermen grouped about the operating table met in an 'I-told-you-so' glance, and while Richard continued his manipulation of Tom's nipples, Hans gripped Tom's rubber dick firmly in a rubber-gloved hand and began long slow wanking strokes. Tom moaned and writhed his pleasure, and removing one hand from a nipple, Richard cut the Ether to Tom completely and put him back on pure Oxygen, knowing that the level of Ether already in Tom's body would maintain his euphoric state for several minutes, after which he would slowly and gradually emerge to a more realistic appreciation of what was happening to him. Karl meanwhile had lowered the foot of the table to gain access to Tom's ass, and had begun lubricating his own rubber dick and then Tom's ass.
Richard was by now manipulating Tom's nipples very hard, while Hans was maintaining long, slow and even strokes on Tom's dick. Karl was ready, and easing his huge rubber dick against Tom's ass, began exerting pressure against Tom's well-lubricated asshole. The head of Karl's dick entered Tom with surprising ease, causing the big muscleman to pause with the head just inside. Karl looked to Richard for a further signal, which was given only when Richard was satisfied that Tom had regained sufficient awareness of what was really happening to him.
It was when Tom turned his gaze away from the black rubber bladder and looking toward Karl, attempted to move his body onto Karl's dick that Richard nodded to Karl to proceed. Karl began to plunge his rubber dick slowly and relentlessly deep into Tom until his balls were hard against Tom's asshole. He paused momentarily before beginning a slow withdrawal; there was a perceptible tenderness in his movements, for the experience was an emotional one for the young rubber-clad bodybuilder for whom rubber sex had hitherto been equated in his mind with lust, and now as his eyes met Tom's, his sexual appetite was seasoned with the spice of love. He continued his gentle fucking for several minutes while Tom's body responded with sensual undulations.
Richard and Hans recognized, as they watched, that they were witnessing a moment of consummation. For them both, the union of these two rubber soul mates was a source of deep satisfaction, it would, each hoped, be the solution to many of their day-to-day problems. For Richard there was some sense of vindication. As a man who had spent his life exploring the deepest, and, he was happy to acknowledge to himself, the darkest recesses of the world of rubber in particular, and that of sexual deviancy in general, he had from time to time become deeply perturbed when the pursuit by men of deviant sexual satisfaction degenerated into abrogation of their own basic humanity to the extent that all emotional energy, whether latent or actual, was directed solely toward the objects of deviant interest, in this case rubber, at the expense of the civilized need of man to care for man. Richard felt that such individuals denied themselves not only man's natural progress toward emotional maturity, but also a necessary refuge from the fantastic world of rubber extremism inhabited by himself and Hans and Karl.
Richard's belief was that a sense of proportion was vital for extreme fetishists wherein the individual fetishist could maintain a healthy balance between his fascination with the inanimate fetish objects and the natural and responsive love of another man. That Karl and Tom were able to demonstrate this balance before him now in the midst of a profound rubber experience was proof to Richard against those who would condemn the fetishist as merely corrupt and perverted, and he continued watching the consummation of the love of the two young and vigorous rubbermen with deep satisfaction.
As he continued his gentle fucking of Tom, the strokes long and full and rhythmic but, for the moment lacking lustful thrust, Karl leaned forward and stretched his arms to caress the lower part of Tom's body, then leaned further still onto Tom, and causing Hans to withdraw his hand from Tom's dick, he gripped Tom's secured hands as he maintained his gentle fucking strokes deep within Tom. Tom responded to Karl's grip by holding Karl's hands tightly in his own rubber-gloved hands. The eyes of the two rubbermen met. Tom could see that Karl was smiling within his gasmask; he smiled back and nodded to Karl who, the moment of communion having passed, released Tom's hands, straightened his body and placing his hands firmly on Tom's hips, began to fuck with greater vigor. The strokes became stronger and deeper and faster, and as Tom began responding to the change, Hans once again gripped Tom's dick, this time firmly, and began long slow wanking strokes. Soon the big black rubber bladder on the anesthetic machine showed, by its agitation that Tom was approaching orgasm, so Hans slowed his strokes, and gripping Tom's dick firmly with one hand began with the other to stimulate Tom's dick just behind the head. Tom responded by writhing about in ecstasy, until Hans could see that Karl was approaching orgasm. Timing his movements carefully, Hans resumed his wanking strokes, and was able to bring Tom to orgasm simultaneously with Karl.
Tom felt as if the moment of shared orgasm would rip himself and Karl apart. The big muscleman's rubber dick moved within him like a great rubber piston finding the deepest recesses of his bowel, plunging time after time to it's limit, slapping Karl's ball sack against his ass with each stroke. Hans had Tom's dick in a vice-like grip, relentlessly wanking him towards orgasm, which he felt rising from deep within his loins yet again, and exploding from the eye of his dick in spurt after spurt of thick white spunk while he felt Karl's dick pulsating within him as it drove the big rubberman's seed deep within him.
Totally spent, Tom lay on the table while Hans mopped the spunk away, feeling Karl's massive erection still within him. Karl made no move to withdraw, and Tom savored the knowledge that he now carried the life-essence of this huge and beautiful rubberman within his own body. He closed his eyes, his tired mind almost blank; he could think only of how much he loved Karl, and before his mind's eye he saw Karl's handsome features, the wide boyish grin and the laughing blue eyes, and while he was telling himself that such a man would be impossible not to love, his blissful thoughts were interrupted by Richard tightening the straps on his mask. Startled, he opened his eyes, and as he did so, Richard gripped his rubber head firmly between his rubber hands and forced his head to one side towards the anesthetic machine and its big black rubber bladder. He could feel Karl resuming his fucking, but Richard's grip on his head prevented him from looking again at Karl. Instinctively, apprehension began to rise within him again, and as it did so and his rate of respiration increased, he could see his own anxiety reflected in the agitated movement of the black rubber bladder. Tom was breathing fast and deep, the mask bit savagely into his rubber face, and then suddenly there was nothing to breathe. The terror returned; Richard's voice, hard and flat came into his ears, 'Remember my orders - go with it, whatever happens.' Then came the profound silence once more. Tom instinctively began to struggle; for a few seconds he struggled fiercely, but now physically exhausted and mentally worn out by the emotional rollercoaster he had been riding, his struggle was brief. It seemed like a lifetime before he could breathe again, but in reality only a few seconds elapsed before he was able to inhale again, and when he did, his head swam, his ears roared and his limbs tingled. The ether vapor overwhelmed him yet again, and he felt terror, but was too exhausted for the panic to take hold as it had before. He tried not to breathe, but he knew he would have to, he wanted only for his torment to end now. He really had had enough, maybe, he told himself, one more breath of the ether would put him out and end his misery; he breathed deeply, and got oxygen, although Tom was unaware of the change, so overwhelmed were his senses by the first blast of ether. He was aware, however, of yet another convolution in the cavalcade of emotion that veered from soaring elation one moment to unremitting terror the next. As soon as he tried to take a third breath - nothing. Something was different about the black rubber bladder on the machine. It was empty as usual when he had inhaled, but now that he had once again exhaled, it had not expanded. Richard released Tom's head momentarily, and then with one rubber arm cradled Tom's head with his hand on the mask, forcing it even harder to Tom's rubber face, still compelling him to look at the rubber bladder.
Tom thought his lungs would burst as he pulled desperately for something to breathe within the forcibly held mask. His eyes rolled back in his head. Quickly Richard glanced at his monitor, noting that Tom's heart rate was now very high, although it was no higher than he would have expected in the circumstances. From the monitor he looked along Tom's body to Karl, now fucking once again with great vigor, while Hans had his rubber hands deep into Tom's groin either side of Tom's dick.
The sensations in his ass and groin barely distracted Tom from his efforts to breathe; hoping almost against hope, he looked again at the black rubber bladder, and having looked he could not take his eyes from it. The black rubber bladder was swelling slowly; Tom watched it until it bulged, then suddenly he could breathe. He filled his lungs with the life-giving oxygen, emptying the bladder as he did so. He head was clearer now, and this time he would not be caught out again. He held his breath for as long as he could, then slowly let out a little of the oxygen, expecting to see the bladder begin to fill again; to his dismay, the bladder remained lifeless on the anesthetic machine. He let more gas escape from his lungs, but still the bladder remained inert.
It was at the moment Tom emptied his lungs completely that he at last saw the bladder begin expanding once more. Tentatively he tried to inhale, but as he expected, it was impossible, and he realised that Richard had rigged the machine so that oxygen was only available to him at the moment the bladder was full. Conserving his energy, Tom abandoned any thought of attempting to breathe until he saw the bladder was once again full. Having worked out Richard's strategy, and having told himself that Richard was surely possessed of some sadistic rubber demon, his confidence returned sufficiently for him to begin once more enjoying the sensuous sensation in the lower part of his body. Karl's fucking felt so good, and the movement of Hans' rubber hands in his groin was exciting him, but not enough for him to even think about looking away from that life-giving bladder.
The bladder had filled again, and Tom breathed deeply; this time the oxygen was mixed with enough ether vapor to make him tingle, and to cause his head to swim. He told himself he would have to concentrate hard on the bladder now so as to be ready to inhale when it filled next time.
Richard had programmed the machine to give Tom a minute increase in the dose of ether each time the bladder filled. He had also arranged matters so that as Tom became more and more saturated with ether, the bladder would fill more rapidly with each cycle to compensate for the reduction in oxygen as the level of ether was slightly stepped up each time. It was his intention to make full use of the hypnotic effect of a partial dose of ether for as long as he thought Tom could tolerate it. Tom was unaware of all of that. The wonderful glowing feeling was once more suffusing his body, and it felt wonderful how Karl's cock had grown so huge in his ass as it pumped in and out of him relentlessly, while Hans' hands had acquired a magical touch in his groin, and the forcibly held black rubber mask on his rubber face combined with the awareness of Richard's strong rubber arm cradling his rubber head felt so safe.
It was not long before the mild but repeated dose of ether had its hypnotic effect upon Tom's perception of his surroundings. Already he believed that Karl's dick was growing massively within him, and that some magic lurked within Hans' rubber hands as they massaged his groin, and now that black rubber bladder that so fascinated him even in moments when he was unaffected by ether or any other inhalant, was visibly growing in volume before his eyes. Each time the bladder swelled it grew bigger and moved a little closer. He knew that soon it was going to consume him, and as the ether, now being given in a gradually increased does by Richard, did its work, and total black rubber anesthesia approached, the blackness it brought with it was, it seemed to Tom, the blackness of the now all-enveloping rubber of the bladder. He fought to concentrate upon the bladder, but his eyelids grew heavy, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, his eyelids fluttered briefly and then closed.
The moment Tom relaxed into unconsciousness, Richard released his grip on Tom's head, and turning his attention immediately to the anesthetic machine, he cut the ether completely and put Tom on just enough nitrous and oxygen to keep him 'under', and then he slackened the straps of Tom's mask, but left it in place. Karl withdrew from Tom, and he and Hans lifted the foot of the table, unbound Tom's legs, removed them from the stirrups before finally releasing the remainder of his bonds and leaving him fully prone upon the table. Richard meanwhile had filled a hypodermic, and had come around to Tom's right-hand side. Hans lifted Tom's arm and searched for a hidden seam in the suit which he pried open with great care, then did the same with the inner suit while Karl wrapped a thin rubber tube around Tom's bicep, and finding the vein, Richard injected Tom with a sedative concoction prepared by a boffin friend which had the properties of giving Tom several hours of near-natural sleep instead of narcotic-induced stupor. Richard allowed five minutes for the sedative to become effective before taking Tom off the nitrous. He left Tom's mask in place and gave him pure oxygen for the next half-hour while he and Hans and Karl began tidying the room, and then getting Karl out of his rubber gear. The oxygen would ensure that when Tom awoke in the morning he would have no feeling of being 'hung-over' and all being well he should have a clear head, and awake well-rested.
It was not an easy matter for the three rubbermen to divest the sleeping Tom of his outer suit and then the thin inner suit, but they managed it, and Karl hoisted Tom over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and took him upstairs to bed.
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Something soft was brushing Tom's lips, and gradually he became aware of warmth above his body. He stirred in the big double bed, and opening his eyes he found himself looking straight into the smiling blue of Karl's eyes. Karl grinned, and sat up astride Tom, 'The sleeper awakes!' he laughed, and then throwing back the bedclothes launched himself onto Tom, who by now fully awake, and laughing too, seized Karl in bear hug as their bodies and mouths met in a long and probing kiss. Five minutes later, panting with pleasure, they pulled apart, and lay facing each other on the bed, both men grinning at each other silently just so happy to be alone together at last. Slowly they drew together again, and this time the kiss was tender while their hands explored each other's bodies. Tom was marveling that a man so big and strong as Karl could have so light a touch when the door opened and Hans entered bearing a large breakfast tray.
Hans was dressed in his customary houseman's white jacket and dark trousers, and when the two men on the bed turned toward him at the sound of his entry, he flashed a bewitching smile at them. Neither Tom, nor even Karl, who knew Hans so much better had seen him so relaxed. Tom could not get used to the idea that a man who in repose could look so brutish, could also when it suited him light up and become so handsome. Hans said, 'The doctor is very pleased with you Tom - he has sent you a message.' He set the tray on the bed, grinned again and was gone. Tom realised he was ravenous and began examining the contents of the tray enthusiastically. Among the dishes he found a small red leather box. Pausing in his search for food, he opened it and found a small gold padlock and a card. 'Well done, Tom. You have earned this. Let us talk when you are rested. R.' The hasp of the padlock was open -there was no key.
Postscript
Tom moved into Richard's household. He and Richard became good companions, while Tom and Karl settled into life together. Hans became more relaxed in his relationship with Karl, and the four men enjoyed many rubber adventures together, and with other of Richard's 'candidates' as he liked to term them. Hopefully, we will join them all again sometime.
BEST STORY EVER. This is the source of most of the rubber fantasies I've had over the past ten years and going forward into the future. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did. I thank the author from the bottom of my rubber heart for sharing his innermost fantasies with all of us.
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