Third Challenge

Bill chuckled as he watched Tyler try and balance on the high-heeled boots. He could imagine how Tyler felt - hot, sweaty and frustrated. Just how Bill liked his submissives.

"Right, copper, time for some press-ups."

Tyler sighed - at least he wouldn't have to worry about falling over. Bill assumed the press up position and got Tyler to set up facing him, their heads about six inches apart. "Dead easy this one - do as many as you can as fast as possible."

Tyler nodded. "Come on then, let's get on with it." Bill nodded. "Go."

Both men started fast, pushing up and down and got into a good rhythm. Tyler could feel the strain from the earlier exercise, but this was kids stuff and he knew he could keep going. He matched eyes with Bill and the two men moved up and down in rhythm. Tyler could win this.

As they entered the second minute, they were matched. Tyler could feel the sweat flowing inside the rubber suit and had to blink to get it out of his eyes. The exertion was making him heat up and it was almost as though the rubber suit was reflecting the heat back against his skin. He became aware almost of burning all across his body. Tyler tried to ignore it and powered on.

Five minutes. Tyler was starting to slow. Bill was sweating hard and he was grunting with each press-up, but he wasn't slowing down. Tyler tried to speed up in order to catch up, but he started to feel weakness in his arms. All he could do was keep going and hope Bill would slow down as well.

Seven minutes. Tyler was now noticeably slower than Bill. Bill was like a machine, his muscles moving smoothly under his workout gear. The only sign of exertion was the grunt he made with each push. Tyler, in comparison, was having to push harder each time and he was shaking with each push. He knew that he was going to fail.

Nine minutes. Just short of the ten minute mark, Tyler stuck. He tried to straighten his arms, but he just couldn't do it and he slumped back to the ground.

"Awww. You lose again, copper."

Tyler lay on the floor, eyes closed and gasping. He jerked in surprise as there was a rattle of heavy chains and he opened his eyes to see Bill stood over a pile of chains and manacles. "Put them on."

Tyler knew there was no point in resisting. He slowly stood and lifted the chains. Bill had brought in a set of chromed steel collar, wrist shackles and ankle shackles, all linked with heavy, shiny chromed chains. He bent and secured the ankle shackles around the outside of the boots and felt them lock in place. He then locked the collar over the rubber one he had on. Finally, he secured his wrists in front of him.

He tried to stand upright, but the chains were too short and he was now stood hunched over submissively,

"Satisfied? You win, Bill."

Bill smiled and stepped forward to look at the rubbered and restrained man. "Oh, I ain't satisfied yet, copper."