Rubber and more rubber

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. The assistant spotted the way Tyler was walking and grinned to himself - he could see potential in this one. His nervousness indicated that there might be some submission there - only one way to find out.

Tyler 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 ignored the phone and 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.

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.

To his surprise, the assistant had changed his shirt and now had a skintight rubber shirt tucked into his leather jeans. This showed his muscles off and Tyler realised that the guy was probably much stronger than him. 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." He positioned Tyler in front of the mirror. "Yes, looks good, boi. Just needs a jacket to go with it." He lifted up a heavy rubber jacket, and the smell flooded into Tylers nostrils. Without realising it he nodded and reached out for the jacket. "No, I'll help you into it."

To Tyler's surprise, the assistant walked around behind him and got him to put his arms out. As the assistant roughly pulled the jacket on, Tyler realised that there was no gap at the ends of the arms - he was being pulled into a straightjacket. Immediately, he started to struggle, but the assistant was ready and before Tyler could do anything, the jacket was on and the collar secured. He yelled and struggled, but the stronger men had the advantage now and soon the jacket was tightly zipped on and he was securing the straps. As he tightened them, he nodded towards the mirror. "What do you think, boi?"

Tyler looked at himself, upper body covered in thick rubber. His cock was outlined in his rubber trousers and he didn't resist as the assistant crossed his arms and secured them in place. He grinned wickedly at Tyler. "Want to try anything else?"