Back in the gym

Tyler woke with a groan. His memories were unclear - he remembered being in the rubber shop, he remembered Bill and then everything was ... confused. He looked around - he seemed to be lying on a bench in an otherwise empty locker room. He gingerly stood up, and gasped as he saw himself in the mirror.

He was wearing a shortsleeved red and black rubber leotard and glossed black rubber wrestling boots. His entire body was on display through the rubber - his strong chest, washboard waist and muscled thighs. The only other thing he was wearing was a black collar, strapped and padlocked tightly around his neck.

Tyler tried to pull it off, but it was solidly in place. As he did he became aware of some unusual sensations. He reached down to the bulge at his crotch and found that it was hard - there was something solid under the rubber that was holding his cock and balls firmly in place. He could also feel something inside his ass. He reached around to find a zip that had been padlocked shut.

Tyler didn't want to be seen outside like this, so he searched the locked room for any clothing that he could put on over the top - in vain. Eventually, he had to head outside. As quietly as he could, he opened the door and stepped into the gym. Most of the gym was in darkness, lit only by the glow of emergency lighting. The weights area was the exception and he could see Bill on the Smith machine, doing reps.

Tyler decided to head for the door and halfway there he heard a voice.

"Going somewhere, copper?" He stopped and saw Bill sat on the Smith machines bench, grinning at him. He had what looked like a remote control in one hand. Before Tyler could answer, Bill carried on.

"Imagine how happy I was when I found out that the copper that has been pissing me off was a stone-cold pervert. I done some research on you - turns out some other people are looking for you too. Some skinhead gang is after your ass - literally. There's also a few people that you've put away would love to know that you're a rubber a bondage perv."

"I'm not..."

"No point in denying it, pig. Look at yourself." Bill gave Tyler the chance to look at himself in one of the mirrors. As he did, he felt his cock stir and futilely attempt to get hard.

"Anyway, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to give you the chance to win your freedom You win and I give you the keys to the collar and suit zips and we say no more about it. You lose, and I have some fun. What do you say?"

"Why the hell would I agree to that?"

"Well, for one thing, it would look great you walking into the precinct like that. For another..."

Bill raised the remote and pressed a button. Tyler received a sharp electric shock through his collar that made him cry out. "... get my point?"

"Ok, ok, I get it. What do I have to do?"

"Easy - you and I are going to workout. You beat me in five gym challenges and I let you go. You lose, and ... well, you can guess what happens then. Oh, yeah and each time either of us lose, we get a forfeit."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. Shall we get started?"