Second Challenge

Bill led the rubber-covered Tyler over to the treadmill.

"Easy one for you, copper. I'll set the pace and all you have to do is keep up."

On a normal day, Tyler wouldn't have had a problem here. Although Bill was massively strong, he was no runner. Tyler had run several marathons and was convinced of his ability to keep going - except normally, he wasn't trying to run in a rubber suit. Even so, he should be able to beat Bill.

Bill set both treadmills to the same exercise plan and started them off. At first, it was a gentle job and Tyler felt himself settle into his stride. The rubber was thicker around his joints, which meant he was working harder than normal, but it wasn't too bad and he looked across to where the bigger man was settling into his run as well.

As time passed, the speed of the treadmill varied and it went through a series of changes to it's tilt to simulate hills. Normally Tyler wouldn't have had a problem but the rubber suit that he had dismissed so easily, was causing him problems. The constant pressure against his knees was making him work harder and he could feel his legs starting to ache. Also, inside the suit he was sweating much more than normal. He could feel it running down his skin and pooling in the rubber. As well as the normal noises, every move was accompanied by the rubber squeaking and the squelching of the fluid.

Worse, the sweat was getting into his eyes and he was constantly blinking to clear it. He tried to wipe his eyes clear, but it didn't work.

As he tried to wipe his eyes for the fourth time, he felt himself slip. he recovered, but had to push to get back to the optimum position on the treadmill. he was starting to flag and he knew that if he slipped again, he would fail.

Tyler pushed onwards, his lungs labouring as his body tried to deal with the over-heating as well as the exertion. When he slipped a second time, he lost balance and fell to the floor. he lay there, gasping for air as Bill stopped his own treadmill and came over.

"Damn, copper, I thought you guys could run! Never mind. Maybe you just need better footwear. Get your boots off again."

Tyler sat down and slowly removed the boots. Bill handed him a pair of thick rubber socks that he pulled on and then Tylers eyes widened as he saw the replacement boots that Bill was holding out to him. "You have to be joking!"

"No joke at all. Get them on, or the video gets sent."

Tyler sighed. he was trapped and he knew it. He grabbed the boots and started to put them on. The boots were glossy patent leather and went right up to his knees. The back had a zip that secured them in place, and was accompanied with 6 buckles that Tyler tightened, pulling the patent leather tightly over his muscles.

"Ideal. Need a hand getting up." Bill grinned as he held out a hand to assist Tyler to his feet. He needed the help as he had to get used to walking on the 4" heels. His weight was now on the front of his feet and he could feel the ache already. He could see himself in the mirror - he just hoped Bill wasn't planning any more running.

Bill grinned to himself and checked his phone. He had good film of Tyler pulling the boots on and it had already been uploaded. He was getting some good views on his site, with the feed entitled "Pervy Cop". Tyler was ruined whether he co-operated or not.