Decision

I’d been Steve’s ‘boy’ since I was old enough to have consensual sex, but now it was time to make a real commitment. It was my twenty-first birthday, and I had to make a decision. It was a simple one, become his full-time ‘slave’ keeping house for him, sharing his bed, his fetish and my own, or continue as a ‘singleton’ having occasional fun, but then face the inevitable eventual parting. Steve, five years my senior, had a nice home, a good income and had been my guardian, mentor, and friend through some very rough experiences as I struggled to come to terms with being Gay. We’d both agreed that I would not make any long term commitment until this day, and for the last week we’d had no contact at all.

I looked at the Alarm clock. Six o’clock. Wide awake now, I knew what I had to do. Throwing off the duvet, I got up and followed my erection to the bathroom. Resisting the urge to give myself a hand job, I got out my shaving equipment, worked up a lather, and applied it to my crotch. Very carefully I shaved myself, then did my pits and even more carefully, using a mirror and with difficulty, did my perineum and crack. When I’d done, I got out the cream I’d bought online, and coated my legs and arms as the instructions directed, then waited until the tingling stopped. Wiping the cream away, I studied myself critically in the mirror, then applied the second cream and worked it in everywhere.

Satisfied, I walked to the kitchenette, still semi-hard, and made myself coffee. Standing at the window, stark naked, my skin tingling with the action of the cream I’d applied, I drank slowly watching the sunrise. Yes, I knew what I was going to do.

Five minutes before eleven I stood on the kerb outside Blackstore. Beneath my skintight jeans I wore only a rubber thong, and my teeshirt beneath my leather jacket was tight as well. As instructed, I wore a pair of polished Doc Martens and had taken a ‘selfie’ against the backdrop of the window display. I pressed ‘send’ and the picture vanished, addressed to Steve.

At exactly eleven, the phone beeped. It was a reply from Steve. ‘Enter the store and ask for Berndt. You’re to put yourself entirely at his mercy. No safe words, no limits today. C U 2nite. Love S.’

I grinned. OK, I accepted that. I sent him a ‘smiley’ blowing kisses, then pushed the door and entered the store.

“Hi,” an athletic man in skintight rubber catsuit greeted me with a smile. “Can I help?”

“I hope so. I have to see someone called Berndt.”

Smiling, he said, “You must be Mr Steve’s boi. Berndt is waiting for you through there. Just go through the door, then take the stairs.” He chuckled. “Enjoy yourself.” 

Nervous, but determined, I thanked him, and walked through to the door indicated. It closed behind me with a definite ‘click’ of a lock, and I hesitated, then walked on and mounted the stairs up to the first floor. 

Berndt proved to be a big man, athletic in build, his rubber suit showed off his physique to perfection. He smiled as I entered the room. “Good, Steve said you’d be here.” He held out a hand. “I’m Berndt, and it’s my job today to give you a Day Without Limits in Blackstore as your birthday present.” He handed me an envelope. “A gift from your friend, Steve.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking the card and opening it. I was feeling a little disappointed that Steve himself wasn’t here, but I’d made up my mind, and was going through with whatever he’d planned. The message was short.

‘Pat, happy birthday. The fact you’re reading this card means you’ve decided to accept me as your Master for the next five years, so here is your first instruction. Berndt has instructions to prepare you for your role, and he is very thorough. He knows exactly what I want, and will expect your absolute obedience. No limits and no ‘safe’ word today. Do exactly as Berndt demands, accept everything he does, and I will collect you this evening and take you to our new home. Love, Steve.’

Carefully I returned the card to the envelope, put it in the pocket of my jacket and smiled at Berndt. “What do you want me to do?”

His reply was simple. “Strip.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, and obeyed.

Eyeing my shaved crotch, Berndt nodded. “Good. Next time you get a haircut, get a Number One cut.” He smiled. “Or shave your head completely.”

I ran a hand through my short haircut. I have a good head of hair, and took care of it.”Shave it?”

“Yes. You’ll find it makes a huge difference when you’re hooded.” He moved closer. “I can do a buzz cut for you now if you like. Then you can see what it’s like.”

I thought of Steve’s haircut. He favoured a very short cut. I nodded, “Let’s do it.”

“OK, come this way then.” He led me to a strange looking seat. “Sit here, and I’ll strap you down and give you a close cut.”

I sat, and submitted to being strapped into place and then to having my neck secured by a closed board. He stuffed cloth between my skin and the wood, then produced electric clippers and fitted the mask. “Here you go.”

Ten minutes work, and my head felt bald. He’d left only about 3mm of hair on it. After carefully using a vacuum cleaner to remove all the hair fragments, he removed the stock clamp, then fitted a tight, thin rubber hood over my face and head, smoothed the rubber into place and asked, “How’s that feel?”

“Great,” I conceded. I hoped Steve would approve. 

“Good, now we can start to build your outfit.” He slipped a gag into my mouth and began to fit the thick rubber hood it was attached to. “No safe word remember? And no limits.” He laughed. “And you’re here until Steve fetches you for your party.” He finished securing the hood and I heard the click of a lock. “Did he tell you you’ll be staying in this state for the party?”  

Half an hour later I was totally encased in the tightest fitting rubber suit I had ever dreamed of. Thicker than normal, it restricted some movement, and the hood encased my head, with tinted lenses over my eyes, the gag in my mouth and a breathing mask over that and my nose with tube hoses to a breather bag on my back. One of the hoses connected to the gag, and allowed me to drink small quantities of an isotonic drink, necessary, I was told, to prevent dehydration.

Even my cock and balls were encased in rubber, in an attached sheath and ‘sack’ and then covered by a reinforced codpiece strapped in place. The strap dividing my butt cheeks held a Training plug’ firmly embedded in my hole. No part of my skin was left exposed and my hands, in fitted gloves attached to the suit sleeves, were encased in ball shaped bondage mitts. The mirror showed a shiny black rubber coated figure with attachment points fixed to the suit, no doubt to allow the wearer - in this case me - to be restrained further.

“Yes. Perfect.” Berndt walked around me, taking photos. “Now then, this way, you’re going to be a walking display. Paul will have control of you while I prepare for your photoshoot and your introduction to some serious bondage.”

Horny as hell, and unable to do anything about it, or for that matter to escape, I followed him back down to the shop.

“Here you go, Paul. Put it in the window for a while.” Berndt laughed. “Should attract a bit of custom. Make it available to anyone wants to take a closer look.”

Paul grinned as he studied me. “Right, Boss. I’ve put the posing stand in to receive it. I think a bit more polish though. I’ll do it in the window, once its posed properly. That’ll attract a bit of attention.”

“Do, and remember, regular photos to Mr Steve.” Berndt left, and Paul guided me to an opening into the window display.

“The window display is out of the direct sun, and airconditioned to keep you cool,” Paul whispered in my ear. “Up you get.”

I stepped into the small space, currently dominated by a metal brace structure. With obvious long practice, Paul manoeuvred me into place, ’posed’ me in a manner that thrust my codpiece up and toward the viewer and brought the base of the plug in my butt into contact with an anchor point which he secured. Clamps secured my ankles, arms, neck and waist so I couldn’t do much more than flex my muscles.

Then he set to work with polish and a clothe, making sure to give special attention to my crotch and nipples. When he’d finished, he took several ‘selfies’ then several of me, and made to leave. “Oh, by the way,” he said from behind me. “Your plug is now attached to a vibrator which is activated by the door opening and closing. Have fun.”

He’d barely closed the door to the window, when someone stopped to stare at me, then moved out of my line of sight. The plug in my butt began to buzz and I squirmed, making it even more intense. It had barely stopped, when it started again and the cycle repeated until I was whimpering, drooling and unable to even focus my thoughts.

At intervals, people clambered into the window and subjected me to some very intimate examinations. Time ceased to have any meaning, and I hardly realised what was happening when they finally removed me. “Demo time,” I heard Berndt saying. Something was inserted into the breather bag, and the air to my nose took on a different smell. My libido rose in response. My balls felt swollen, and my cock dribbled precum as they steered me downstairs to the basement and the dungeon equipment display.

“The gynae fuck machine first I think.” I heard Berndt saying as he steered me to a gynaecological examination ‘chair’. No limits, no safe words ran through my head as I was strapped down, the plug removed and replaced by a dildo attached to a mechanical arm. “Have fun.” Berndt laughed. “You’ll get plenty of this.” Flicking the switch, he started the machine at a slow rhythmic speed, but controlling and varying it expertly as I responded. 

I couldn’t control myself, and just a few minutes into the fucking, I dumped my load. How he knew, I don’t know, but he knew. What I now discovered was exactly what they meant by ‘no limits’. Even when I was released from this torture, it was only to be cleaned, replugged and sent back up to the store. As in the window, time meant nothing. At regular intervals, Berndt would take me out, removed the breather mask and gag, feed me, then replace them. He also saw to it that I got to pee regularly, and generally took very good care of me, but at no time was there a suggestion I might be freed of this rubber torment. He demonstrated a milking machine on me, a different type of mechanical fucking machine, electro-stimulation and every single item of furniture in the dungeon. At closing time I was taken to the toilet again, given a refreshing drink and some food and then asked, “Enjoyed yourself, Pat?”

Enjoyed was perhaps not the word that came immediately to mind, but did I wish it hadn’t happened? No. I nodded. “Yes.” Then added, “Sir.”

He laughed. “You catch on quickly, obviously. Steve will be here soon. He wants to know if you still want to go home with him.”

Were they offering me the chance to back out? I shook my head. “No. I want him to see me like this, so I can give myself to him.”

Berndt smiled. “He won’t keep you like this all day and every day. Life isn’t one long porn movie, but I should think you’ll get plenty of it.” He chuckled. “Right, gag back in, breather mask back on, and we’ll put you out ready for him to collect.”

Before I could ask what he meant about being ‘put out’ for collection, I was gagged and the breather mask was being secured in place. But I quickly found out. I found myself outside, chained to the security grill - in the street.

Steve strolled up about fifteen minutes later, a broad smile on his face and a key in his hand. In that time, I’d been accosted, groped, questioned and caused something of a stir, even in this part of town. 

“Well done, Pat.” He unlocked the chain, then steered me toward a limousine parked a little further down the street. People stopped and stared, or looked me over grinning as we walked, but once I was inside the limousine, the tinted windows meant I couldn’t see out and they couldn’t see in. Steve slipped in beside me and the driver pulled smoothly away.

For a moment Steve said nothing, then he patted my thigh and said softly, “I didn’t think you’d do it, you know. Well done, and a very happy birthday.” His lips brushed my rubber covered head. “I hope you’ve saved some spunk and some energy, because, lover, I’m going to make this the best birthday you’ve ever experienced.”

In my rubber prison, I sighed, and snuggled closer to my lover and master. 

The party was well planned, and all our friends and acquaintances were present as Steve ushered me through the door. The room stilled, then broke into applause.

“Here’s the birthday boy, folks. A star, I can tell you - but he can tell you himself when we let him.” Steve gave my waist a squeeze. “He’s a real star in my life, and I just hope I’ll be one in his.”

As I heard this, I knew I had to show him how I felt. Turning in his arm, I knelt, wrapped my arms round his thighs and placed my face against his crotch.

Berndt appeared from behind us. “I think you have your answer, Steve.” He handed my friend, lover and Master a key. “You’ll need this.”

Freed from the mask, gag and the bondage globes, I was able to put my feelings into words, and to kiss my lover properly, thanking him for the fabulous gift.

He grinned. “Oh, this is just the first instalment, Pat.” He nibbled my lip, then whispered, “I plan to fuck you to sleep tonight, to fuck you awake tomorrow, and to suck that gorgeous cock dry every opportunity I get. Welcome to your new home.”

I grinned and kissed him. “Do I get a say?”

Returning the grin he said, “Of course.”

“Then I’ll say it now and publicly.” I tapped a spoon against a glass and waited until I had everyone’s attention. “Folks, I have my Master’s permission to make a short announcement. This morning I had to make a choice, and I have made it.” I smiled at Steve and took his hand. “Decided I couldn’t live without my Master, Steve, so I undertook some preparations. I have shaved and applied a hair suppressant. Following his challenge, I reported to Berndt at the Blackstore. He dressed me as you see, and used me as a display model, as a demonstrator for a range of equipment, and videoed it all.” I paused, then squeezed Steve’s hand in my rubbered one. “And I accept it all - even the number 2 plug filling my butt,” a laugh ran through the crowd, “and soon, I hope, to be replaced by my master’s own cock.” I squeezed his hand again. “I’ve known most of you for some time, so I want you all to be my witnesses.”

Turning to face Steve, I took his other hand in mine. “Steve, I give myself to you freely, and of my own free will. I love you, trust you, and want to please and pleasure you.” I paused, looking into his eyes. “Will you accept me as your plaything, your slave?”

Tears started in his eyes. Freeing his hands, he wrapped them round me and his mouth engulfed mine. “Of course, Pat.” Releasing me he turned me to face the crowd. “OK, since we’re making this formal, I want you to witness my acceptance. Pat, I accept you as my lover and as my partner. You are, as of now, my slave-lover.” He accepted a thin box from Berndt. “And I hope you’ll wear this slave collar with pride.”

I smiled as he slipped it round my neck, the shiny steel ring backed by soft black neoprene.

Steve kissed me, and held me close, his arm around my waist. “One more thing. As of now, Pat is my companion, my partner …” He grinned. “My wife if you prefer. Pat, will you accept that?”

Surprised, I laughed. “Yes, husband!”

The guests applauded as we kissed. Yes, I knew I was making the right decision, and yes, I knew it would sometimes be tough. But it was what we both wanted, and that is all that mattered.