Coming Out On Camera

I breathed deeply the scent of the latex in my hands and felt again the shiver of anticipation as I stretched the opening in the rubber through which I was about to try and insert myself. I'd been looking forward to this moment for days, and now it was here. I was about to put on my very first latex suit and 'come out' as a rubber fetishist under the tutelage of my recently acquired lover. My excitement was almost too much. I was afraid my excited cock would explode as soon as I tried to insert it into the open tube waiting to receive it in the crotch of the suit, and did my best to suppress the arousal - but I also knew just how sensitive my circumcised glans was, and my anticipation wasn't helping.

Carefully I worked my legs through the open face of the hood, then slowly worked my feet down the legs and into the attached feet, working each toe into its own stall. The rubber slipped easily up my legs over the generous application of lubricant I'd applied to my hairless body. I was still getting used to the lack of body hair, something Rod absolutely insisted on. In fact he'd arranged for me to have it done professionally and I'd opted to go for a permanent removal. Now I experienced an amazingly sensuous feeling as the rubber moulded to my legs. With the rubber now at my crotch I experienced some difficulty as I figured out how to get my already over-excited cock inside it, then into the waiting tube. 

I stretched the rubber some more, with difficulty, tucked myself inside rather roughly, shoving my cock into the opening of the tube. A shiver ran through me as I fought to prevent myself shooting my load, then the tube slipped over my erection, my large, flared, glans popped out of the open end, and I concentrated on getting the suit up to my armpits. The next problem was getting my balls into the rubber sack provided for them, but that at least helped take my mind off the sensations in the shaft of my cock as the rubber tube gripped it.

Rod had had the suit made to measure for me. Now, as I finally got my arms inside it and it slipped into place across my shoulders, it gripped my body, pulling into my butt and moulding to my torso. I pulled the open faced hood over my head and adjusted the fit, revelling in the feel of the tight rubber as it settled into place. An opening at my anus, the open end of the penis tube and my face were the only parts of me not covered by the shiny black material as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I picked up the detached thong and stepped into it. Pulling it into place I was glad Rod had ordered a codpiece that was on the generous side - I needed it even if I wasn't so aroused - and fitted it. The waist belt adjusted, so I made sure it was secure and popped the studs fixing the codpiece to the suit. I turned to check the rear and grinned as I realised that the thong strap made my butt even more obvious, though it covered the opening at my boyhole.

Now I could pull on the knee length Doc Martins and then present myself for inspection to Rod. My anticipation soared. I studied my reflection again, taking in the heavy codpiece, the size of it made more obvious by the metal studs decorating it, and the rest of the thong. The boots were heavy, shiny, and the laces stark white against the black. With a shiver of anticipation, I packed away my clothes and turned off the light. Then I opened the door and stepped out to meet my future.

"Stand in the centre of the room." Rod's voice suggested this was a command, not a request. It sent a thrill through me.

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." He walked round me, checking the suit, the codpiece and the supporting thong. "Any trouble getting into it?"

"No, sir."

He stood in front of me. "Enjoying it?"

"Yes, sir." I smiled, not easy as the hood was pulling tight to my head and the opening seemed to be getting smaller and tighter as it framed my face.

He smiled. "Good. Then we can go. Ready to go out in public?"

I swallowed. "I think so. Is it legal? Can we get arrested like this?"

He laughed. "Me? No." He indicated his tight rubber jeans, latex tee shirt and the biker style jacket he wore. "You? Quite possibly. Have you got your ID anywhere?"

I shook my head. "No, sir."

"OK, we'll have to fix that." He picked up something. "Your choice. I can strap a wallet to your thong belt, or you can wear this collar and the ID wallet can clip to the ring."

I gulped. "Yes, sir. I'll wear the collar, sir."

He smiled. "Good choice." He slipped it round my neck and adjusted it, locking the tongue in place. He handed me a card wallet. "Put your ID in here, then give it to me."

I fetched the ID card from my usual wallet, slipped it into the window in the new rubber wallet and then stood while he clipped it to the collar.

"Right. Go out to the car and wait for me."

I grinned weakly. "Yes, sir." Walking to the door, I opened it and stepped out into the front porch. I hesitated, quickly checking the street. It was well lit and traffic moved slowly along it. Rod's car was in front of the house, but he had the keys and I'd have to stand next to it while I waited. At least my erection was easing, though it really didn't make a lot of difference, my tackle filled the codpiece anyway. I took several deep breaths in an effort to calm myself, then, trying to act casually, walked down the short path to the gate, opened it and stepped up to the car.

Conscious of the stares I was getting from passing motorists and the furtive glances of a pair of teenagers on the pavement who burst into giggles as they vanished round the corner, I didn't hear Rod approach.

"Get in." He unlocked the car and moved round to the driver's side. "Before you cause a pile-up."

Gratefully I slipped into the passenger seat and buckled myself in. "Thanks. I sure got some funny looks - and those teens ..."

"Yeah." He laughed. "One of them has been trying to get into my bed for ages - he's way to young." He eased the car into the traffic. "You did well." His hand found my thigh and squeezed. "Well done." He negotiated the access to the freeway. "Happy with your outfit?"

I grinned. "Happy? No, I'm ecstatic. It beats pretending my wetsuits are sexy - this thing is pure sex." I paused, glancing down at the metal studded codpiece and surreptitiously at his profile. "Do I look sexy to you, Rod? Do you want to make love with me like this?"

He chuckled. "What do you think?" He changed lanes and accelerated. "You're a wet dream with or without the rubber. I'll admit that with it you're in danger of being fucked every time I look at you."

I grinned. "Good, because I'd like that, Rod."

He laughed. "Take care. Remember what you agreed when you accepted my invitation?"

I fingered the collar. "Yes, sir. That's why I chose to wear the collar, sir."

"Good. Then remember your place." He pulled into a parking slot in a brightly lit parking area. "Now remember, you're going to be filmed as you go through with this - and your admission that you're Gay and a latex fetishist will be broadcast on the Club Channel." He gripped my hand. "Sure you want to go this route? I won't be angry if you want to back out now."

For a moment I hesitated, then I smiled at his anxious expression. "No, I have to do this. I have to make a complete break with the pretenses of the past." I paused. "Will you kiss me, please? Then promise me you'll take me home, chain me up, or tie me down, and make me your fuck toy? Please?"

He smiled and leaned across. "Try and stop me. I plan to have you helpless just as soon as I can." Our lips met and our kiss was prolonged.

The interviewer was a hot leather top, and there was a small studio audience as well, guys and a few girls in rubber, leather and lycra sat in the tiered seating and applauded as I entered. Rod was seated near the front and I could see the audience was a mix of tops and bottoms, many of the latter identified by either very skimpy or very restrictive outfits. I smiled nervously as the host ordered me to introduce myself and then take a seat. 

I faced the audience. "Hi, I'm Pat MacChoiligh. I'm Gay, a Bottom, and I'm a rubber bondage lover." The audience applauded enthusiastically as I bowed and turned to walk to where the 'host' waited, next to what I now saw was a bondage 'throne.' 

He indicated I must sit in it and a 'slave' wearing only a slave harness and a small leather 'pouch' for his evidently average cock and balls, set to work securing me with the heavy belts and straps. Then he slipped a harness over my head and secured it so I could not turn it. Now I could see on the monitor that I was the focus of all three cameras, and the 'host' began the interview.

"I must say, you look very good like that." The audience laughed. "So, you tell us that you're Gay. What makes you think that?"

I smiled at the camera. "I've known for a long time that I'm attracted to guys sexually, but my family always made a big scene about it - my father calls me a freak and my mother - well, she used to punish me for 'playing with myself' whenever she caught me."

"Oh? what was the punishment?"

"At first she used to make me wear a dress with an old leotard under it, but, when she discovered that turned me on, she bought a chastity device and locked me into it." I could see the audience were excited by this and interested. It was a tricky area, my parents had presented a face of public disapproval of anything 'Gay' or deviant and I was  a real embarrassment to them because I struggled to hide my interest in guys and worse - my 'tackle' was unusually large, eager and difficult to hide.

"Were you made to wear that all the time?"

"No, only at home, and not at night." I smiled. "They had something else for the nights."

There was a sigh from the audience and the host asked, "Oh? Tell us about it."

"My father works for a medical supplies firm. He brought home a set of medical bed restraints, and they'd secure me with those when I went to bed." There was a sigh from the audience. 

The host laughed. "Did that work? Did it stop you 'playing?'

I grinned. "In a way, sir. I'd sometimes have a wet dream, and in the morning I'd be in trouble. So they made me sleep on rubber sheets with a sort of cage over me so I wasn't touching anything."

"Did it work?"

"Not really. I'm a bit - er - deformed down there, you see." I giggled. "So a few people found it interesting." I paused. "And after I turned sixteen, someone used to come to my room when everyone else was asleep and ..." There was a gasp and murmur from the audience.

"Do you know who it was?"

I grinned. "Yes." I hesitated. "They always made sure I was gagged and blindfolded, but I can smell and I can hear pretty well. Yes, sir, I know who it was and sometimes they brought several friends as well."

"Did you ever report it?"

"No. My mother wouldn't have believed it and besides, it was a hell of a lot better than fucking my hand." The murmur ran through the audience again. Not shock, but not quite approval either.

The host laughed. "Sounds like you were enjoying it."

"I was, sir, and I didn't want anyone to stop it." I could see Rod smiling at me from his seat in the front row.

"Well, it sounds as if you're now in a better situation." He consulted his notes. "Now, you are aware that this interview is going to be posted for public viewing. It's possible your family will see it. How do you feel about that?"

"I hope they enjoy it, sir. I'd just like to say to them, thanks. Thanks for reinforcing my liking for bondage and rubber, thanks for all the nights you enjoyed what you called my freaky cock. It was great, and I'd have done the same for you if you'd let me." I smiled. "Don't worry, now I can be as freaky as I like, when I like. Yesterday I was twenty-one, today I'm going to give myself to my master and lover as his rubber fucktoy. I hope he makes good use of me."

The audience erupted in applause. Over it the host congratulated me and added a few words about 'Gay tolerance' and 'fetish loving' and then there was another guy being ushered onto the platform. When he entered my line of sight I saw he was clad in a heavy leather strait jacket - a one piece suit in fact - and the 'slave' was busy releasing me as he introduced himself. I was ushered out as he took my place on the 'throne' and I found Rod waiting for me.

"You were fantastic. Well done. What do you want to do now?" His lips found mine and we kissed as he engulfed me in a hug and I responded.

"Take me home, strap me down, and give me a good fucking, sir?" I smiled into his eyes. "Please? I've never been fucked and I want you to be the first. Please?"

He chuckled. "OK, you asked for it. Go to the car and wait for me, I need to arrange something. I'll be there in a few minutes." 

It was ten minutes before he joined me, and by then I'd become the centre of a group with cameras. Several were reporters for various Gay magazines and papers and I grinned as I realised I was about to feature in a whole range of publications I suspect my father and brother both read.

I settled into the car and strapped my seat belt as Rod leaned across, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Beneath the seat is a set of ankle and wrist manacles. Lock them on your ankles, then lift the wrists set and give them to me."

"Yes, master." I reached down and found the heavy metal cuffs, carefully I checked which was which and locked the ankle set to my legs, then straightened and handed him the other set, rigid cuffs, linked to the ankles by a short chain. "Here you are, sir."

Taking them, he ordered, "Hold out your wrists."

I obeyed and he locked the heavy cuffs onto me. "Now, I've arranged to have a DVD of your interview mailed to your father and another to your brother." He grinned. "That'll rattle their cage. Now, we're going home and you're going to discover a whole new world of sexual pleasure." He backed out of the parking space, turned and pulled away.

"Yes, sir." I smiled in anticipation. "I'm looking forward to you fucking me, sir, and I want to satisfy you. I hope you'll teach me how."

He laughed as he accelerated onto the freeway. "Count on it."

Within ten minutes of our arrival home, I was on my back, my legs raised and secured by chains suspended from the ceiling, my waist secured to the bed by a wide belt and my arms spread to the bed corners. With a bolster under my hips, and my legs drawn back to my shoulders, my master explored my now exposed boy hole with a lubricated finger. His touch sent waves of pleasure and anticipation rippling through me and I'd have begged for him to fuck me had I not been gagged with a hefty rubber dildo gag and the muzzle covering my lower face.

He smiled down at me. "I think you're ready."

I nodded awkwardly.

He chuckled. "Good. I've waited a long time for this." He reached down and deliberately unzipped the sailor fly of his jeans. his hefty erection pushed itself free and he stroked it with a handful of lube. Like me, he was 'cut' so his big purple 'cherry' was exposed, swollen, eager and taut as he positioned himself. "This might hurt at first. Just relax, once its in, its all pleasure."

I nodded, then gasped as the massive head touched my puckered hole. My eyes widened as he pressed gently against the tight muscle. I gasped again, then moaned softly as he pressed harder and his 'cherry' forced its way past my sphincter, then his shaft was sinking deeper and I moaned again as his cock touched all sorts of sensitive areas inside me, triggering sensations I'd never expected. Then, gently, and slowly at first, he began to fuck me. 

I became aware of grunts, squeaks, moans and a sort of keening noise. It took me a while to realise that it was me. My own cock, trapped in its codpiece wanted to be free, it wanted to shoot its own load, and couldn't. Rod's tempo increased steadily, until, with a powerful thrust he pushed his full nine inches deep into me and released his hot spunk in great gouts deep within me.

Before I could gather my wits again, he had pulled free, and quickly removed my codpiece, then his warm, experienced mouth was engulfing my cock and the last vestiges of my reservation vanished. This was it. From here on I was nothing more than a little rubber toy to be used by this gorgeous man. Whatever he wanted of me, I'd do for him if it was within my power to do it.

I'd no sooner blown my own load, and he'd slurped it all down carefully, than he was back between my legs and his gorgeous cock once more parting my muscle and filling my butt. I would quickly discover that he was as insatiable as I was. When we finally sat down to a late supper, I was still in the rubber suit, but now wearing a slave harness over it. I was  plugged and I'd been fucked, I'd sucked his cock and been sucked until my balls ached.

I seated myself carefully where he indicated in the dining room and smiled as he strapped me to the chair, taking care to secure my cock beneath one of the straps and locking the buckles.

"Happy?"

I grinned. "Yes, Master. Very happy."

He smiled and placed a plate of food before me. "Good." He stroked my rubber hood. "You're going to be OK, here, Jon." He took his seat opposite. "I expect your family have seen the DVD by now." He grinned. "I should think your brother has come in his pants and your dad is probably going to be explaining a few things to the rest of them."

I laughed. "I guess, but I think they trained me well for you."

He looked surprised, then grinned. "I guess they did." He laughed. "Yes, I think they did at that."