First Challenge

Tyler nodded unhappily. "Sure. What's first?"

Bill grinned and pointed at the weights bench. "Bench press. The one who outlifts the other wins."

Tyler sighed - he know he couldn't outlift Bill, but he really didn't have much choice. "Fine. You first."

Bill loaded up the weights bar. Tyler winced as the amount was already close to his maximum. Bill lifted it easily, and Tyler took his turn.

Tyler and Bill swapped around several times, each time the weight going up. Tyler could feel the strain in his arms and shoulders, but Bill didn't seem to be having any problems. Tyler got to his normal maximum and managed it - his adrenalin was clearly helping him and the weights increased again .. and again.

Five minutes later, Tyler was trying to press 35k more than his previous maximum. He had to strain to get the bar off the supports and when he did, it was all that he could do to stop it from dropping straight into his chest. He managed to lower it safely, but was shaking and sweating as he tried to straighten his arms. Bill leaned over him, "Need a hand there, copper?"

Tyler struggled to push the bar up, but could feel it going and had to capitulate. "Yes, yes, grab it." Bill did so and put the bar safely away.

"First round to me. Now for your forfeit. Take your boots off."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, take your boots off."

Tyler slowly unlaced the boots and removed them, feeling the aches and twinges in his arms as he did so. He put the boots to one side and as he did, Bill threw a rolled up mass of black rubber at him. "Put it on."

Tyler shook it out and found it was a full one piece suit with a hood dangling from the front of the neck. Once it was on, only his hands and feet would be uncovered. "Are you serious? I can't work out in this."

Bill thumbed the control and a gentle pulse went through Tyler's collar. "You can and you will."

Tyler nodded "Ok, ok" and started to pull the suit on. The rubber was thicker than on the leotard he already had on. It had been lubed and he quickly pulled it up his legs. The zip was in the rear and Tyler bent forward to push his hands into the arms. Bill stepped over to help and pulled the suit onto Tyler's torso, and rubbed it to remove the wrinkles. He then started to pull up the rear zip. Tyler could see that Bill would have to remove the collar to put the suit on properly - maybe this was his chance to escape.

Bill pulled the zip most of the way up. He then turned Tyler around to face him and held up his phone. On it was a video of Tyler starting to pull the rubber suit on, his body clearly on display in the rubber leotard.

"Now, I'm going to have to remove the shock collar. But just so that you remain a well-behaved pig, this video has been uploaded. If I don't cancel it, it will be sent to your friends, family and all your work colleagues. I assume you're going to behave?"

Tyler sighed and nodded. "Good." Bill spun Tyler around and he felt him unlock the collar and remove it from his neck. Bill quickly zipped the suit shut and then reached around for the attached hood. He pulled it down over Tylers head, zipped it shut and locked it to the suit. He then slipped a rubber collar around Tylers neck and locked it in place.

"Isn't that better?" Bill moved Tyler so he could get a good view of himself in a mirror. He was now in shiny black rubber from head to toe - his hands and feet looking incongruous. The hood covered his face and, at least, granted him anonymity. The mouth and eyes were open so he could see and breathe normally. On his right pec was a white stencil "TYLER 6816". Tyler sighed - that was his shoulder number and would allow anyone in the police to identify him. He turned to face Bill, who pointed at his boots and told him to put them back on.

Even that simple task was now much harder. The double layer of rubber was heating up rapidly and he was sweating hard. The rubber suit was thicker and seemed to be padded around the joints, which made each movement more difficult. Tyler realised that Bill was designing this for a fail.

Bill grinned as the policeman put on his boots. He now had a whole series of photos and films of Tyler putting himself in rubber. By the time they finished, he planned to show him voluntarily restraining himself. He shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his dick which was swelling with excitement