The Attack - skin

The Attack
I was so excited.
The time had come.
It had taken a couple of months for me to put the cash to one side ready for the purchase. But
I knew that it would be worth it. All those little sacrifices I'd made to make sure I had the
right amount of money saved.
Living in London I'd decided that it was time to take advantage of the wealth of fetish shops
on offer. I'd decided that I wouldn't buy a bit here, a bit there, but jump into it big time.
I'd never bought any fetish clothing before, part because of the shame I felt from my passion
for the "fetish" and part because I'd never lived by myself before so I couldn't really indulge
myself in my true passion.
The magazines I'd looked at time and time again during my youth, showing all kinds of male
rubber bondage had all excited me, and I new that I wanted to explore this further. I managed
to collect quite a collection of magazines and images, and keep them all hidden from my
family and subsequent flatmates.
But now that my job had bought me down to London I found myself living on my own with
time and money to spare.
I hadn't worked out what I was going to buy, only that I was going to spend every last bit of
the savings on rubber / bondage items. It was to be a momentous day.
The butterflies in my stomach on the tube journey across London were almost intolerable, but
the thought of what was to come kept my going. Even though I was in my early twenties, I
felt like a school kid going on a day trip.
Entering the shop I'd selected to blow my savings, I had to stop myself from running around
the shop grabbing everything from their hangers and trying them on.
The shop assistant was really helpful in here. I'd been in a few times previously and tried a
few things on. He'd helped my with the fittings but was used to me walking out of the shop
without buying anything. He was in for a real shock today.
I didn't know where to start.
When the assistant smiled over and asked if he could help me today, I just asked "Is there
anything new in?" Quite a calm response for somebody so worked up inside.
A huge smirk crept across the assistants face as he led me over to a rail at the back of the
store. "Only this " he said, as he picked up an incredible garment from the rail.
It was the most wonderful straight jacket I had ever seen. It was made out of medium weight
black rubber, had straps hanging off every part of it, two crotch straps and even a built on
hood.
The overall look of the jacket was incredibly menacing. Such a limp looking item that could
hold somebody in inescapable bondage.
I couldn't wait to try it on. I'd already decided that I was going to buy this item if it fitted,
despite the fact that I probably wouldn't get a chance to wear it. As I was still new to London,
I had not yet been brave enough to try and find others who shared my passion, so all my
rubber enjoyment was experienced on my own.
The assistant led me over to the changing rooms, though I knew exactly where they were from
previous visits. After removing my shirt and jacket, I stood there, arms out waiting for the
jacket to be offered to me. It was a strange feeling as my arms felt the cold rubber engulf them
and I watched as they slowly disappeared into their homes.
Moving around me, the assistant pulled the bulk of the jacket up and started to fix the straps
which went across the back, securing me inside it. Tightness was felt all over the jacket as
strap after strap was fixed tightly. The hood was then pulled up and over my head. Within
seconds, the gag was seated into my mouth, and I felt myself staring out of the plastic eye
pieces.
The whole fit was brilliant. It couldn't have fit me any better if it had been designed just for
me. When the crotch straps, and the strap around my neck was finally fastened, I doubt that I
would have been able to get out of the jacket if my life depended on it. It was stunning. I
wished there and then I could just stay trapped inside the jacket for the rest of my life.
I was left and allowed to enjoy the jacket for a good five minutes. The assistant probably
thought I was getting my dose of kicks for the month, so left me to enjoy it. His face was a
picture when he released me and I told him I'd take it. His jaw almost hit the floor. I told him
to put it to one side as I still hadn't finished. I was really enjoying this.
So to my next purchase. Lots of them as well. By the time I had finished I could only just hold
all the black rubber in my arms as I bought it forward to the counter.
The astonished face on the assistant didn't subside, but he must have been calculating the
commission he was going to get from such a big sale.
Slowly, all the prices were entered into the till and he started putting the various items into the
store bags. I was having so much fun that I told him to keep a few things out as I wanted to
wear them home. His surprised face was replaced with a smirk which went from ear to ear.
Obviously he approved.
With the total done, I paid the assistant cash, told him to keep an eye on my bags while I
slipped into the items I'd decided to wear home. I just thought, in for a penny - in for a pound.
I'd never thought of wearing this stuff home, but what the hell I told myself - you only live
once.
So I went through the undressing stage once again, and started to done the gear I'd just
bought. With the help of some lube to ease the fitting of the garments, I first pulled on a pair
of shorts. these were a really hot item. They completely covered my ass and extended from a
high waistband to just above the knees. My penis found its home in the waiting sheath, and
with the help of a fair amount of lube, the butt plug slid into its home as well. Then the shorts
were secured onto my body. There were straps around the thighs and waist which fitted
through loops and were then locked shut with small padlocks. There was absolutely no way to
remove the shorts without the key, not unless you cut them off.
Then I put on a long sleeve shirt, which had a fairly high collar. The coolness over my body
was making me tingle all over. Then I donned a stunning one piece catsuit. This had attached
feet, and only had two small zips on the shoulder areas for access. With the suit pulled up and
zipped closed, it added to my excitement further as I realised that to get the shorts off that
were padlocked on, I'd also have to remove the suit.
I'd have loved to have gone the whole way, and put on a rubber hood and gloves, but that
would have been impossible to get home in. As it was, with my socks, jeans and roll neck
jumper back on, you couldn't see any of the black rubber I was wearing.
The sweat was now building, and I was feeling very warm indeed. My penis was rock hard
trapped as it was inside tow rubber prisons. I left the changing rooms, picked up my bags and
left the store.
Luckily, being a typical October day in London, it was on the cold side, so this cooled me
down slightly as I walked back to the tube station. It wouldn't be long before I was home, just
the short twenty minute tube ride before I could unpack all my other goodies.
My mind raced with the fun I could have with my new toys. I'd bought three different hoods,
all with different levels of bondage, hand cuffs, leg cuffs, various other bits of clothing,
including a full catsuit with gloves, socks and hood, and a could of magazines which I hadn't
seen before.
I'd spent a fortune, but it would be worth it. The experience of walking down the main street
wearing the two items of rubber clothing which I had on was priceless. I would have paid the
money just for this moment.
The tube was absolutely empty. It wasn't the best part of London I had chosen to live in, but I
never got used to the emptiness of the train which always making me feel slightly on edge.
Stupid really. I closed my eyes and tried to visualise the image of myself when I got home and
donned my second catsuit over the suit I already had on. I started to relax and just enjoy the
journey home.
We'd only gone two stops when I was joined on the train by a group of people. About five
males, aged between eighteen and twenty two boarded the train at the far end from me. Their
entrance broke my trance like state I had entered, trying to envisage the fun I would have
when I got home.
They were in boisterous mode, and were sharing a few jokes between themselves. I kept my
head down. The last thing I wanted was human contact now. I was a small step from home,
and wearing some pretty outrageous fetish clothing concealed under my street clothes. Human
contact could spell being found out. I had enjoyed the day so much up until now, but I
suddenly became aware of my position, and I wanted the train to move on and get me home as
soon as possible now.
I don't know wether at that point I started to give off a scent of fear, but the gang of five
spotted me and started to move towards me. We'd just moved from the station, and with no
stop for another ten minutes, I'd be stuck in the same carriage as them wether I liked it or not.
As they closed nearer to me, I started to sweat more with fear. The sweat was starting to build
up quite extensively now in my suit, and I became very aware of it.
The gang was now standing right by me. One of them started talking to me. His question was
quite friendly, asking if I'd had a good day shopping, but I just flipped. I don't know why but
just put it down to the stressful situation I now found myself in. I told the guy to get lost. But
quite aggressively so.
Looking back, this was not a good move. It was out of character. It was impolite. And it
provoked the kind of response I didn't want.
The guy who had spoke tome lashed out, and kicked the bag he had been looking at when he
spoke. The bag flew into the air and landed about ten feet away, spilling its contents on the
floor as it landed. I immediately jumped up to gather my newly bought goods, but not before
the contents had revealed themselves to my unwanted guests.
I couldn't move fast enough to gather the goods. I managed to get some bits back into the bag,
but there were a number of goods on display, and as I looked across to the gang of five, they
just looked on in almost disbelief. Spread all over the floor were a couple of items that I
wouldn't have a hope of getting back in the bag before they were discovered. Leg cuffs were
lying half out of there box, and my pride and joy straight jacket lay in a heap with buckles and
straps pointing in every direction.
I was shocked to my core.
Here I was on a train, with fetish gear all over the floor, wearing a skin tight black rubber
catsuit, faced by a gang of five I'd just insulted.
The result was, I suppose, to be expected.
The gang went straight to the goods lying on the floor, picking them up, laughing at the find,
and making some strong comments to me in the process. I was called everything under the
sun, from freak to gay boy.
One of the gang stood directly I front of me, and every time I went to get up and gather my
bits, he would push me back down again. I didn't put up much resistance, as if I had, then I'd
have to fight past five people to get to my possessions and then to safety.
I decided to bide my time.
Which was to prove very costly.
Ten minutes later, nothing had changed, apart from the fact that every single item I had
bought was now being inspected by the gang. They seemed fascinated by everything. Every
time they discovered something new, they would open it up, inspect it, hurl more abuse at me
and laugh amongst themselves.
I couldn't take this any more.
I started to hurl the insults back at them, and told them all to fuck off. Again, in hindsight, this
was probably not a good move.
Three of them were talking among themselves, but I couldn't here what they were saying.
They seemed to be hatching a plan, obviously involving me.
One of them stood up, and walked over to me. Quite abruptly, he kicked me in the stomach.
"We'll leave you alone, but first we just want to see what some of this stuff looks like on, so
you're going to model for us, OK!"
I swore at them all again, but just got another kick to my body for my troubles. The thought of
wearing some of this stuff in public didn't worry me too much, in fact if they had asked
nicely, I'd probably have jumped at the chance, especially as three of the five were drop dead
gorgeous guys. But being asked this way was not how I wanted it to happen, and now that I
had been demanded to wear some of the stuff, I resented it.
But as I lay there I couldn't see a way out. If I waited and timed it right, I could probably
make a dart for it when we got to the next station, but there would be no way to gather all my
possessions, and I'd have to leave them behind. I decided that it had taken me long enough to
save for these items, so there was no way I was going to leave them come hell or high water.
I was going to have to go along with their little game. with any luck, it would be over soon, or
somebody else would board the train and stop them in their tracks.
My participation in their plan went down well, especially with the one who had made the
demand. He was probably the best looking of them all, and I noticed a smile cross his face
when he had first discovered all my goodies.
"Right then, we want to see how all this stuff looks like on, together. We want you to put as
much as possible on, then model for us"
That meant putting my straight jacket back on, along with other bits of clothing, and locking
straps. It would take a while to get it all on, but I guessed I might have one or two willing
helpers in placing them all on me.
"Strip", came the next command. "We can't have you putting the straight jacket on over all
those clothes now can we!"
Horror. By removing my jumper and jeans they would see my fetish clothing I had on. I
guessed it couldn't get any worse than this.
I stood up, pulled of my jumper and jeans and listen to the gasps from the five in front of me.
I blushed, and stood there in all my glory for all to see.
Yet more laughs, some insults, and an even wider grin from the good looking one.
"Arms out." said the guy I was now falling for, as he picked up the jacket and walked toward
me. I held my arms out and watched as they slid into the ends of the sleeves. My hands started
to feel useless, as they couldn't move much trapped in the closed ends of the sleeves. The
jacket was then pulled up on me and the guy moved behind me. As he started to fasten the
straps, I felt something press against my back. It went straight up from my backside to my
shoulder blades. I struggled to think what it was for a moment, but as he finished pulling the
neck strap tight, I realised that he had strapped me into the jacket and against one of the rails
which went from the floor to the ceiling in the middle of the train floor.
I was tightly strapped to the pole. I couldn't move. The hood was then pulled up over my
head, and the gag expertly fitted. Within seconds, I was gagged and looking out of plastic
eyes at the four other lads in front of me. The last crotch straps were pulled tight, and then I
felt straps being fixed around my ankles. Again, the straps were tightened around the pole.
Five more of my purchase straps were fixed at various points on my legs.
I was absolutely and completely fixed tightly to the pole I the train. I couldn't move. My arms
were then taken and crossed in front of me, with the strap fixed behind me, again behind the
back of the pole.
The guy stood in front of me, and smiled.
The others moved around me examining my bonds. They seemed impressed with the quality
of which the other had fixed all the straps and secured me tightly. To mention it, I was
impressed. He's obviously had some prior experience which he hadn't told the others abut.
Who knows, he could have been a fellow rubber bondage enthusiast.
With a final check of my bonds, the five of them all walked down to the far end of the train
carriage were they had come from, leaving me fixed tightly. I thought this was just done for
effect, until at the next station we came to, the five got off the train, waving as they went.
Now I felt vulnerable!
I had about two stops before I would be at my station. I had absolutely no chance of getting
out of all this stuff by myself.
I needed help, and fast.
And I needed a bathroom.
My new beginning
I was now really nervous. In a few minutes the train would be turning around and heading
back into the centre of the city – where I would not be able to enjoy such a deserted tube.
Then I would be in trouble.
Panic started to grip me – the sweat in the rubber was getting intense, the butt plug in my arse
was now an unwelcome intruder, and the hood I had on was starting to steam up with all the
heat, resulting in the plastic eye pieces starting to steam up. Not only was I gagged, I was
becoming blind to what was going on.
God – how I now regretted all of this. My purchases, the day. How could I have been so
stupid. I’d be found, arrested, humiliated. Oh God!
Just then I was aware that somebody was behind me.
This was it – the moment of dread – the moment when all hell breaks lose – I get found, the
tube gets stopped , the police get called.
I had almost resigned myself to the facts when I was shocked to find that the straps fixing me
to the pole were being released. One by one, I could feel the tightness of the straightjacket
being freed. Before long my arms were released from the bear hug I was in the middle of and
they fell to the sides of my body. I turned to face in the direction of the person who had freed
me, but couldn’t make much out through the misted plastic covering my eyes.
Then a real twist, the straps were re-tightened, and my arms re-crossed fixing me into a bear
hug of myself again. I was back in bondage again, but not fixed to the post this time. What
was going on.
Then I heard a voice, somebody was speaking to me quite close to my head so I could hear
them through the rubber hood. I was told to relax and enjoy the ride, as I was going
somewhere. A mixture of panic and excitement filled me. In any other time and situation I
would have longed for this, but the fact I was blind to the person with me and on top of what
had happened, I wasn’t in the mood for this.
But hang on, that voice. I am sure I recognise that voice. Who was it?
I couldn’t ask. My mouth was still stuffed with the rubber gag from the hood, ad drool was all
over the inside of the hood. Along with the misted eye pieces I was in quite a state.
That voice – then it came back. It was the good looking guy who had so expertly fixed me in
the straightjacket to the pole. He had returned, but alone this time. Well I assumed he was. I
couldn’t tell but I didn’t hear any other sounds from the tube.
Now I was excited. This guy was hot. What did he want. Did he want me or was he getting
me out of one fix only to take me to his mates who were waiting elsewhere.
Questions, Questions, questions.
And in no position to ask anything…
I was on the move.
The tube had stopped, and now I was being led. Somebody was pulling at me – grabbing any
part of me that they could and leading me along. I could make out light and shade through the
plastic lenses but not see anything more than that. I had lost track of where I was on the tube
network. So I was in a slight panic as I was unsure as to my future safety. Would I be harmed.
Was I heading back to the group that I had met before, or were there other plans at work now.
I guess only time would tell.
Enlightenment.
Although it felt like walking for hours, I suspect that we had only been walking for about five
minutes. I must have been quite a sight, even for a liberated London crowd who were used to
seeing almost anything on the capitals streets. On occasions the plastic eye pieces cleared
enough to give me some view of my surroundings, but on the whole I was walking blind.
An walking hooded, in my rubber straightjacket. For those just joining me, I was at somebody
else’s control. I’d set off into London to buy some new rubber items. God knows It had taken
me long enough to save for my shopping spree. And perhaps I had overdone it. I’d bought
lots. But I paid a price. On the tube I’d encountered some young guys who discovered that not
only had I a bag full of rubber things with me, but I was wearing a full catsuit under my street
clothes. It all ended up with the gang forcing me to put on the straight jacket, and they
proceeded to fasten all the straps on the jacket around a centre pole in the tube. I was stuck. I
had been there only around twenty minutes before one of the guys had come back for me.
Now I was being led off somewhere – and not sure what awaited me.
But I wasn’t kept in the dark for long.
We arrived at our destination, and entered. Judging by the quietness within the house, we
were alone. This was a relief as I had feared I was being taken to the gang again for them to
ridicule me further.
I was relying on all my senses as the plastic eye pieces on the hood weren’t providing me with
much view of my new surroundings.
“Relax”
The first real words that I heard that would see the start of my new life.
I could feel the straps on the back of the jacket being released. He was letting me out of the
jacket. Slowly, the jacket took on a looseness which I welcomed. My hug of myself was
released and the back zip to the jacket undone. As the hood was pulled from my head a gush
of cold air instantly hit me, and boy did it feel cold. The gag in the hood was removed, and
before long I stood there, released from my bonds looking at my new friend.
And boy was he good looking.
I felt at ease, looking around I realised we were back at hid flat. And very nice it was too.
We sat down, and chatted. And chatted! - for about an hour. To cut a long story short, his
name was Luke. He was good looking, very boyish, about 6 foot and had short cropped
blonde hair. He was a graphic designer, and worked a lot from home, which he shared with
another guy, called Scott. Luke was bi, Scott gay. But both enjoyed a passion, rubber and
rubber fun!!!!
At the end of the chat, I was made an offer I just couldn’t refuse. The guys had a spare room
at the house, and they asked me to move in. I’d be free to live my life as normal, but could get
involved as much as I wanted with the rubber fun they had, and feel free to walk around all
day in rubber if I so wanted.
I said yes straight away. Being bi-sexual myself and very much into rubber I loved the idea of
having others to share with that shared the passion of mine.
It was then that Scott turned up. He was a delivery boy, motorbike of course. When he walked
in he looked at me and examined me closely. Remarking on how much he loved the outfit I
had on he looked very hot and flustered. It was then he turned to Luke and started hurling
abuse at him. Calling him every name under the sun, it took me a while to work out what was
going on.
It turns out they had been having some fun with each other. Today it was Luke’s turn to
impose whatever he wanted on Scott. So he had made Scott dress in whatever he had insisted
before setting off to work earlier this morning. The true level of this was revealed as Scott
was made to strip.
Before that happened Luke came to me and suggested that I be made more comfortable as he
saw to Scott. So he went back to the straightjacket, and proceeded to strap me back inside it,
inserting the gag and making sure the plastic eyes were seated properly so I could see as much
as I wanted. Before I knew it I was sat back on the sofa all bound up inside the jacket, unable
to move, but just watch the proceedings.
Scott started by taking off his waterproof jacket. This was an over the head type affair, which
took all his effort to remove. The jacket and outfit was great, and I looked forward to trying it
all on at some point. Under the jacket were a pair of matching overalls, again waterproof. I
guess the best way of describing the outfit would be to say that they were rubberised and quite
thick. They had straps and zips all over them which meant you could tighten them once they
were on to make sure no water got inside the suit.
As the jacket came off, I realised that Scott had a full rubber suit on underneath. It was a
shoulder zip suit, and around his neck was a solid silver collar, which was locked on. The lock
to this was fed through the zip ring pulls of the suit, which meant the suit was locked on to the
wearer.
The suit had attached gloves on, which had been hidden by Scott’s bike gloves. But this
meant he would have had to keep his suit and gloves on all day otherwise he would have been
found out.
Removing the overalls revealed the masculine body underneath, all covered very tightly in
black rubber. The boots were removed, and revealed that the suit had not only no openings at
the crotch area but had attached socks as well.
So Luke had sent Scott off to work in a full rubber suit, all locked on, underneath a pretty
thick rubberised waterproof suit with no ability to take the suit off – all day.
No wonder he was hurling abuse at him. But it looked like he had enjoyed it, as he was
sporting the biggest erection I had seen for a while!
I could make out all this quite well, though the conversation between them was a little harder
to understand through the rubber hood. I picked up some of it though.
Scott had left for work about eight hours ago, and had been in that suit all that time. He had
achieved three orgasms, and peed himself about three times. So the inside of the suit was a
mess!! And the butt plug up his arse had been a constant pain as the bike movements had
reminded him it was there every minute of the day. He wanted out now, and badly.
Luke insisted that there were two more things to do before he would show him where the key
was that would let him out of the collar and therefore the suit. The first was to drop and
satisfy this, as he zipped his fly open to reveal another raging hard on. Scott didn’t need a
second invitation, as he dropped and proceeded to suck Luke off. It was a hot sight, and I
started to steam up inside the hood as my penis responded to the sight and got close to an
orgasm itself.
Luke exploded into Scott’s mouth.
After recovering from the delight, Luke then told Scott that there was only one thing left to
do. He went to a drawer in the hallway and came back with a full rubber hood. This hood
covered the entire head, and had a tube which went from the mouth into a funnel at the top of
the hood. He told Scott that as he had been such a messy pig, he could finish off being treated
like one. He fixed the hood on to Scott, ensuring the tube gag was in place and then zipped the
hood shut at the back.
He then proceeded to put his penis at the edge of the funnel and took a matter of seconds
before releasing a stream of piss into it. There was only one place for this to go, and Scott
tried to resist it as long as he could, but then gave in and gulped the hot piss down. It looked
like Luke hadn’t gone all day, because he went on for an age.
It was at this point that everything got too much for me and I exploded inside my rubber in a
powerful orgasm. Now the hood steamed well and truly up and the breathing got more and
more rushed.
I had been spotted as well by Luke. I think it was then that he and I knew that this was the
start of a wonderful friendship.
Continued soon……..