In the rubber shop

Tyler started to look around in amazement. He started walking down the aisles, looking at the wide array of rubber gear available. He had never imagined so much and he found just walking past the richly aromatic, shiny items arousing. He reached out to touch some, loving the way the thicker items shook with a sound of gentle thunder.

"Can I help you?"

The rugby player was stood behind him, taller than Tyler by 2" and his barrel chest stretching the lycra of his black T-shirt. His leather jeans were tailored and did nothing to disguise his well muscled legs.

"Yeah, I'm..I'm looking for some rubber." Tyler winced at the submissive way he spoke and squared up to the younger man.

The lad grinned "Well you came to the right place." He looked Tyler up and down. "Your first time I take it?" Tyler nodded. "Something basic to start with? I mean I won't offer you a sleepsack on your first visit." Tyler was surprised how much the suggestion aroused him, and he tried to sound casual as he replied. "Yes, just something basic. Maybe the sleepsack next time."

The man grinned. " OK - some basics then - trousers and tanktop." He swiftly grabbed two items and gave them to Tyler. "Go into the changing rooms and try these on - there's talc in there. Then come out & we'll see how it looks." Tyler grabbed the items, feeling his cock leak slightly at the tough of the glossy rubber, then walked into the changing rooms.

He hung the rubber up then nervously removed his clothing. As he did so, his iPhone slid out of his pocket and he saw that there was a message notification on it. It was from last night and apparently from Chris. He opened it and read about his proposition. He replied "What proposition?" and then put talc in the trousers and started to work them over his muscled legs.

He had them half on and was enjoying the way it felt against his calves and knees when the reply arrived. "You like controlling Tough Dom men? I've got someone I want you to control". Tyler grabbed the phone: ""Only time I do that is at work. I like my bitches submissive - like you."

He carried on pulling the rubber up and then saw the grey stripe down the outside of the leg. For some reason, that made the black even deeper and his cock jumped. He pulled the trousers all the way up and nestled his cock into the cod-piece front. He looked at himself in the mirror and liked the way the black sheen accentuated his muscled legs, although his hairy upper body jarred somehow. As he grabbed the short, the next message arrived. "Well you're going to help me Capture and make one submit, I want to learn how to Dom from you, how to cuff, how to control.

Tyler snorted in derision "Oh am I? And what do I get in return?". He pulled on the tanktop and zipped the front of it closed. His torso was now outlined in sleek, shiny black rubber, with his arms providing a pale, hairy contrast. He ran his hands down the front just as the assistant called in "You doing OK? Come on out and I'll check the size is right." Tyler grabbed his phone and headed outside.

The assistant grinned at him. "Much better - it suits you." He pushed gently in front of a mirror and adjusted the rubber, tucking the tanktop into the trousers. He moved to stand by Tyler, one hand caressing Tylers ass cheek. "And I see you didn't object to the ass zip. I thought as much, boi." Tyler was about to complain when the next message arrived: "I'll give you the full set of these....(*3 attachments)" the first one is Tyler in handcuffs wearing fully scally kit, eyes slightly closed but definitely him. The second is similar but Tyler stretching Chris's footie kit, and the third is Tyler locked in a cage, naked except for leather collar, handcuffs and legcuffs, he quickly followed it up with another message saying "If you don't agree, all your mates at the station will get a copy of all of them"

Tyler gasped at the photos and suddenly realised how he had ended up in the rubber shorts. Chris clearly had the upper hand and he knew he had little choice. He texted back "You little fucker. You won't get away with this." As he looked up, he saw the assistant grinning and realised the younger man had seen the pictures. "Damn - looks like I should have started with the sleepsack! Bring your items across to the till when you're ready."

Tyler went back into the changing room and was stripping out of the rubber when Chris replied: "Oh I will, I'll give you a few hours to think about it, when you're feeling reasonable, text me and we'll arrange a meeting." Carl swore and pulled his clothes back on before going outside to pay.

The young man packaged up his rubber and took his credit card. When he handed back the receipt it included a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. He walked around the counter and escorted Tyler to the store door. As he opened the door, he leant in close and whispered "I'm Dean - call me and you can try my cage out." He playfully slapped Tyler on the ass and pushed him outside. Tyler almost ran back to his car and before driving off sent a final text to Chris "Come to the house. I agree as long as I get the pics." He then drove home wondering what the hell he was going to do about Chris...and whether he should take Dean up on his intriguing offer