Exploited for commercial gain

Tyler'd been home and slept for ages after yesterdays activities. He was still knackered though and called in sick at work, he just needed sleep. Chris was off on a job with Craig and Gav, so Tyler had his place to himself. He went down to check on Dave as ordered too by Chris, the lad was still sleeping in his cell, so Tyler left his food on the floor within reach and headed upstairs. He picked up his phone to see a message from Dean "Dude, we need to talk!"

Tyler went to pick up the phone & then decided it was better to do these things face to face. Slipping his new club uniform on, he headed out for the rubber shop. This time he was very different. Last time he had been nervous and on edge. This time he swaggered as he walked through the door

Dean was behind then the counter as Tyler walked in. "Alright bro, how's it going? Enjoying your new kit I see"

"Course I am - what's not to like about it?" Tyler took a slow turn around the store, sniffing deeply and reaching out to touch the rubber around him. By the time he got back to the counter his cock was painfully hard. "You said you wanted to see me?"

"Nah just wanted to make sure that you weren't playing with fire, if Skinboss finds out about our little session he might get a big sus, just making sure you were being cautious"

"Course I am. Besides that was before I was a prospect - I wouldn't be in any trouble. Would I?" Tyler grinned at Dean. "I reckon he'd be happy to know you helped turn me into a sub. Maybe we should just tell the truth?" Tyler took his phone out if his pocket and made as if to call someone

"Seriously dude, don't!" Dean said, he was getting nervous, "you don't know what he's like he can be an evil fuckker, especially if he thinks he's been duped"

Dean moved around the front of the counter

"Nah it'd be fine." Tyler pressed the doal button and lifted the phone to his ear. It was answered after a couple of rings. "Yeah, hi, it's Carl Tyler here. I need to come see you. Can i head over later today?" He turned to grin at Dean. "What's it about? Well, it's pretty complex but let me try to summarise it.." He paused before saying anything else - the automated operator he was talking to wouldn't mind.

"No dude, don't'! Stop!" Dean exclaimed he got close to Tyler and was trying to workout whether to knock the phone out of his hand or to wait and hope for the best.

"Yeah look, the other day one of the guys and I had a pretty hairy session and I wanted to make sure you knew about it." Tyler chatted away to no-one as the system was waiting for him to input a number. "Who was it? Well, it was..." Tyler paused dramatically

Dean snatched the phone off him and looked at the screen, it read voicemail! "Fuck bro you really had me going! You're gonna pay for that!" Dean laughed with relief. He smiled at Tyler, "You are an arsehole!"

"Fuck, you should have seen your face. Don't worry I won't say anything to him. Guess I should ask though - what are the rules about sex?" Tyler moved closer to Dean and reached out to caress his tightly muscled buttocks. His cock was as hard as it could get in the cuff

"Well as the newest member technically anyone can have you, but as Daves disappeared I'm not sure if you're skinboss's private property now. The rest of us can sleep with who we want."

Dean was cautious, not knowing if what he was doing was wrong but he wanted Tyler again.

"Fuck. So you have to wait till Skinboss says it's ok?" Tyler thought for a second then went and picked up the heaviest rubber hood he could find. "But what if a customer needed help with something? For instance, what if someone wanted this & needed a suit to go with it?"

"Not sure if I understand what you mean mate" said Dean

Tyler looked surprised. "Fuck, dude, really? I want you to turn me into a gimp ..... sir"

"Oh I get you, fuck sorry man!" Said Dean, embarrassed, " well naturally I'd have to help a customer out." Dean picked up a heavy leather suit similar to the one he had Tyler in the previous time. "This the kind of thing you're after?!"

Tyler looked at the suit and ran his fingers over it with excitement. He nodded "yes, mate - or even - something more ****"

"What did sir have in mind?" Dean winked at Tyler. Tyler grinned and reached out to stroke deans cock through his trousers. "I'm not a Sir any more and You know it...Sir. Why don't you pick something you want me in - maybe something you want modelled for your other patrons"

Tyler sensed some hesitation from Dean. "Dude, no pressure. If you're into this, no worries. Truth is, you're damn horny and I like the pervy way you think." He hefted the complex hood "I'll still buy this though"

Dean grinned "I know just the thing." Dean pulled down a full body suit, it was thick rubber and when inside the victim would be nearly immobile. "And that's not the best hood we have," he pulled out a rubber helmet, with formed expressionless features of eyes bump of a nose and a hole for a mouth. "This is the best stuff. So would you like to try it on?"

Tyler's mouth dropped open "fuck yes." He started to walk towards the changing room, stripping off his jacket as he did to reveal the muscled torso underneath

Dean helped him strip out of his bleachers boots and tank top, then into the thick suit.

Tyler struggled into the chilly suit with Deans help. Even halfway on he could feel it heat up and he started to sweat. "Dude, it's like a sauna. I'm Gonna get ripped!" Soon he was covered from neck to toe in the thick, stiff rubber that resisted every attempt he made to move

"One last thing then" said Dean as he lifted up the helmet, unzipping the back and opening up the neck.

"You're going to struggle to move when you're in this as you won't be able to hear, so let's get you in place first." Dean moved him out of the changing room and into the middle of the shop. Tyler soon stood on a podium in the shop. Dean fixing his legs into some straps. "Ready mate?"

Tyler shuffled across the shop floor drawing some interested glances from a couple of customers. Even that small journey was hard and he was sweating massively by the time he climbed into the podium. Dean strapped his legs in place and he nodded to him "I'm ready"

Dean pulled the hood over Tyler's head and zipped it in place and he was unable to hear or see anything, he could only breathe he was totally locked into his own mind and breathe.

As the thick hood slid into place Tyler realised how heavy it was and how helpless it made him, the thick rubber covered his eyes and filled his ears so he had no idea what was going on around him. The mouth contained a tube if stiff rubber inside it which both kept his mouth on and gagged him. As soon as the hood was on, the heat ramped up and he was immediately covered in a sheen if sweat. Tyler realised he had overplayed his hand. His clothing contained a second phone that was recording his conversation with Dean. He had hoped to use it to gain some leverage and instead he found himself trapped in this thick suit

Tyler stood there in the middle of the store, Dean got several queries about the suit throughout the day. Fuck this is really working, maybe we need him here permanently he joked

Inside the suit Tyler was in serious discomfort. The sweat was running down him from everywhere and he could feel it pooling in the boots of the suit. He needed to piss and tried to get done attention by making grunting noises but nothing happened. In the end he had **** and piss flooded into the suit as well. He wondered what the hell he was thinking - and doing. He was in so far over his head that it was crazy. Any of the gang could now **** him - especially as when he left the warehouse he had left his ruined uniform behind. He had picked up his radio and phone later and was sure Skinboss would have found a way to monitor the police bands using them. He thought over his conversation with Dean and realised that his speech patterns were changing. Not for the first time he wondered if he were somehow bring brainwashed.