Trying to become a top again

Dean received a message "hey, don't know if you remember, I was in your store and bought some rubber shirts and top, just wondering if you would like to catch up."

Dean did remember the strangely distracted guy, he couldn't work him out, sub or Dom, he seemed confused, Dean didn't care, he was completely versatile, fitted in with whatever was required.

He text back "yeah, for sure! Fancy meeting for a drink? It's a bit late tonight I suppose we could fit in a pint if we're quick, could do the Kings arms at 10 tonight?"

Tyler texted back "I don't know that pub - what sort of crowd is it?"

"Just a normal pub mate?? You scared of being seen with me in public lol" Dean replied

"Not at all - see you at 10 tonight." Tyler text back, unaware that Chris would have copies of all the messages he had sent and received. Tyler then grabbed some clothes to wear. He added boots to his ensemble and finished it off with a hoodie that he thought would cover up the collar.

He grabbed his wallet and headed out to his car before driving to the Kings Arms

Dean arrived at the pub at 10 on the dot, wearing his uniform white T, bleachers and Rangers, he carried his green bomber jacket and saw Tyler nursing a pint in a hoody in the corner, Dean got himself a drink from the bar and headed over to Tyler. "Alright mate?"

Tyler looked up at him nervously from under the brim of the baseball cap he had luckily found in the car. "Yeah I'm good - thanks for meeting me." He sipped nervously at his beer "Glad you were free at short notice, I mean, you're really..uh..well. you know..kinda ....hot"

He blushed furiously and wondered where all his confidence had gone. He felt like a sixteen year old boy again and he cursed whatever was happening to him.

"So how's the rubber suit working out for you?" Dean asked noticing Tyler's blushing, he just presumed he was new to all of this.

"well, I haven't tried it on since i got home...you know, been busy, at work..and stuff." He gulped at his beer. "Sorry, for some reason I'm kinda nervous." He mopped at the sweat coming from his brow, accidentally revealing part of the shaved portion of his scalp.

Dean noticed the scalp but thought it wise not to comment, "fair enough mate, can I ask a direct question?"

Dean asked anyway "what're you looking for? I mean out of this meeting?"

Tyler looked away nervously. "Well, I was kinda hoping that you were...maybe...open to some fun. You mentioned some kit you had....maybe you'd like some time in your sleepsack"

Dean smiled, "oh so you are a top! I wasn't sure. Yeah mate, I'd be up for that, we can go easy seeing how it's your first time, I've got a terraced house a street away, could finish this pint and walk there together?" "Can just see how it goes like?"

"Yeah of course I am." Tyler nodded "Sounds ideal" He drained his pint and stood up. "So? what are we waiting for?" He headed for the door - it felt good to be in charge again and his walk got some of his old swagger back.

Dean downed his pint too seeing Tyler speeding out the door he had to race to catch up, he threw his jacket on and caught up with Tyler, walking on Tyler's right, the patch on the arm of his jacket out of Tyler's view. "So just the sleepsack or anything else you like the sound of?"

"I'll need to borrow some gear - but once you're in the sack, I'll see what else I want to use." Tyler was relaxing now and he shrugged his hood back, unknowingly revealing the massive chain collar around his throat, though it was dark and Dean hardly noticed it, he was too excited about the upcoming sleepsack. It wasn't long before they were at Dean's house, he opened the door and said, there's a playroom in the basement, why don't you go down and see what I've got. The sleepsack is upstairs, I'll go grab it for you.

"Sure." Tyler wandered downstairs and fumbled around for a light switch. When he turned it on, he saw a room similar to his playroom, with lots of rubber and leather hanging from racks and a variety of items and bondage furniture lying around. Without thinking, he shucked off his hoodie and dropped his baseball cap on it. He ran his hands over the items that were hanging up, once again the smell and texture of it attracting him towards the rubber.

Upstairs Dean stripped out of his skin gear and slipped into his rubber suit, similar to the one that Tyler had bought the other day. He put some boots on and admired himself in the mirror. He picked up the sleepsack and started to head downstairs.

Tyler looked up as Dean walked into the room. The thought of seeing this muscled youth stretching the rubber, made Tylers mouth water. He felt his cock swell painfully and winced as he tried to adjust it. "Wow - you clean up real good"

"Thanks Boss" said Dean as he walked down the stairs, his eyes drawn to the massive chain collar around Tyler's neck. "Fuck man, that's some serious hardware!"

Tyler looked surprised "Oh, this, yeah just some joke by a friend of mine." He'd forgotten about the damn thing as he got engrossed in the rubber around him. "So, let's see this sleepsack then"

Dean looked puzzled, not entirely convinced by the story Tyler gave him but who was he to question what was going on. He unfurled the sleepsack he was carrying under his arm onto the leather covered massage table in the middle of the room, it was black neoprene rubber with a double zip and eyelets for locking, the outside laced but, when he unzipped it. Inside were several different configurations, with straps that Bound the captives arms to their side of crossed like a mummy.

Tyler stepped forward to examine the thick complex item. It's heady aroma struck him immediately- neoprene rubber mingled with the sweat of previous occupants. He winced at the sudden pain as his cock tried to expand beyond the confines of the cock cage. Despite his desire to be a Dom! He couldn't help imagining what it would be like to be strapped inside it

Dean explained how it all worked as he saw Tyler looking intently at it all, he seemed miles away, "you alright bro?"Dean asked "you look miles away"

"Huh?" Tyler looked up, his hands unconsciously stroking the rubber. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He nodded and looked back at the open sleep sack. "Yeah I'm doing just fine ". He trailed off, his vision focusing on the sleep sack. He shook his head. "Sorry - miles away. So - what next?"

"All good man" said Dean giving a puzzled look. "Suppose you'd best get restraining me" Dean turned around infront of Tyler, so his back was facing him and put his hands on his head and bowed his head in submission - "am yours Boss"

Tyler walked up behind Dean and ran his hands over the rubber covered muscles. He kneaded them and rubbed down past his waist to cup his solid buttocks. Pressing close against Deans back he reached around him and ran his hands over his muscled front. As he did, the cock cuff pressed hard against Deans arse. Tyler looked around, still distracted and picked up a pair of handcuffs. He fumbled as he put the cuffs on Dean, securing his hands behind him. He then stepped around to th front to push with the bulge growing in Deans trousers

Restrained Dean stood there, he felt there was something odd about this guy, he was sure he felt a chastity device before but the rubber he was wearing was thick and he wasn't sure, restrained by the cuffs though he felt under control, even though stuff wasn't adding up, it added to the intensity of the situation. Tyler stood infront of him now staring intently at his skinhead. Tyler then forcefully pushed Dean and bent him over the bench so he was perpendicular to the sleepsack. He easily lifted Dean's muscular body up and soon Dean was laying face down onto the bed on top of the open sleepsack.

Tyler put a Dean onto the sleep sack, then slowly did the sack up. He lazed, strapped and buckled Dean securely inside it until the larger man was completely encased in rubber. He then flipped the man over and rubbed his hands over his front, pushing a ball gag into Deans mouth. He was now stood over an attractive helpless man - and for once he had no idea what to do.

Dean was comfortable in the sleepsack, the whole point of it was complete sensory and physical deprivation he squirmed his cock pressing hard against his rubber encasement. Tyler's unsure and touch was actually a turn on. As he lay there he soon noticed Tyler wasn't around anymore. Tyler wandered around the room looking at the toy collection Dean had, various dildos, cuffs, restraints, most of it rubber stuff, this guy really did like his rubber. Tyler walked up the stairs, and began to investigate the rest of the house.

Tyler was still wandering, unsure what to do. He headed into the kitchen and had a glass of water, then explored further. But in the end he returned to the room downstairs where the rubber cocoon awaited him. He picked up a massager and rubbed it over Deans groin, making the lad moan and groan. As he continued, he saw the man spasm as he came inside the rubber sheath. Tyler smiled and then ungagged Dean and he started to unscramble him from the sleep sack.

As Dean is released, he looks up at Tyler "fuck man that was intense. I think you'd really enjoy it, you'll have to let me know if you fancy a go sometime." Dean got up and stood next to Tyler and pushed him up against the wall. "So man, tell me what's really going on in that but of yours!? And never mind that but, what about this?" He said as he placed his big hand over where Tyler's cock was locked under his Jeans.

Tyler grunted as the bigger man shoved him against the wall. He groaned as Deans hand found the cock cuff and twisted it. "I've had kind of a strange day. Would you believe it's another joke?" Dean smiled at him. "Doesn't seem like it's a joke to you, seems to be fucking you up!"

Tyler shrugged and nodded. "You said it. That's why I bought the rubber earlier. I never wore it before - only subs wear rubber. And today - today I felt like one. And fuck by the end of the day I'm collared and locked up like one"

Dean just grinned at him. "Well if you want to be a sub, we'd best treat you like one. Kneel"

Dean looked at Tyler's hairy body, "This won't do bro, your hair'll get caught in the suit without a shit load of oil. Best get you stripped of that fuzz."

Dean went to a drawer and took a bottle of veet out of it. Lathering it over Tyler's skin by the time he had finished where he started it was ready to scrape off.

Tyler stood there obediently as Dean covered him in veet. As his muscles were scraped clean, he looked down and saw his chest as bigger, more defined. At the same time he looked younger. Dean expertly stripped Tyler's skin then told him to go and use the bathroom on the top floor, rinse yourself and return here boi.

He headed up to the top floor and washed himself down as ordered. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was amazed. The hairless, Mohawked man staring back at him looked nothing like the cop that had reported for duty yesterday. He knew what his future was to be and headed back didn't, kneeling as soon as he entered the basement

"Good boi," said Dean encouragingly as Tyler kneeled obediently.

"Now stand and give me your left leg" Tyler complied and Dean slid the first part of the suit on. This was followed by the second leg and Dean pulled them up Tyler's muscular legs, he pulled it up and over the cockcuff which was pushed hard into Tyler's groin. The leather belt that held it in place had been removed, so it had just hung there whilst Tyler showered showing him the weight of his new imprisoned cock. The weight was now lessened as the cuff was pushed up into his groin. Tyler's arms were next, filled by the body and double rear zip. It had a full neoprene hood which Dean pulled over Tyler's head blinding him and fully encasing him in rubber.

Tyler was amazed at the thickness and feel of the suit. The rubber was far thicker than that of the items he had bought earlier. It seemed to grip his muscles, forming a second skin and turning him into a shiny black version of himself. The hood slid on, covering his eyes and crushing his damn Mohawk. For the second time the day he realised how powerful a blindfold was, as Dean pushed his new captive over to the sleepsack table and face down Tyler soon found himself layered I. Neoprene, it was very hot locked in there laying on the table as he struggled he was horny and wanted to fuck, he couldn't get a hard on, all he could do was hump the table with his locked cock.

He could just hear Dean saying through the rubber, "hump all you like boi, it ain't going to happen" Dean left his captive to stew he had to restore his own seed before he could give Tyler the plowing his arse was waiting for. Tyler felt the sweet start as soon as the sleep sack was done up. Even unrestrained inside the sack, he knew he could not get out. He tried to get off by humping the table but the cock cuff defeated him. He barely heard Deans words as he left and felt his mind drift - this must be what bondage was like for all subs. When it happened earlier he thought it was dome **** - now he realised it was just what he wanted.

Dean had a shower himself, quickly changed into some cammo trousers boots and ribbed singlet. He found boots always made him horny, he returned downstairs and found his captive in the same location. He reached into the sleepsack pulling the zip apart over Tyler's arse, he did the same with the neoprene suit. Tyler felt a rush of cold air followed by Dean's fingers which were covered in lube. Which he began to massage into Tyler's hole, Tyler grunted with surprise at the sudden chill. He could feel the weight of Dean above him and as cold gel was rubbed into his hole he knew what was going to happen next. To his surprise he started to push up with his hips encouraging Dean to push the lube deeper.

Dean worked the hole loose, opening Tyler's virgin arse up, it wasn't long before he could work two fingers in, Dean's usual gauge for opening a boy up. As Dean worked his arse, Tyler started to grunt into the hood of the sleep sack. He started to mutter "yeah, please fuck me, fuck me now, Boss". He could imagine Dean pushing his cock into him and he started to dribble precum into the suit.

Dean climbed on top of Tyler straddling his mummified body he pushed his cock down pressing against Tyler's hole. His full weight on a trapped Tyler, his cock slid slowly inside Tyler with Tyler taking his full 8 inches. Dean put his hands on each corner of the table and lifting himself up started to do pressups into Tyler's arse, slowly at first then using his muscles to get a good workout Dean ploughed Tyler's arse and rode him hard. It took Dean a while to release his load, pounding away he could feel Tyler lifting his arse into his cock, he emptied his sack into Tyler's arse. Laying on top of Tyler he left his body weight pressing down, slowly softening cock still inside Tyler's arse. He slowly emptied his bladder filling Tyler's prone arse with his warm piss.

Poor Tyler wouldn't know what had just hit him, as Dean dismounted and picked up a small butt plug sliding it into Tyler's piss and cum lubed arse, before rezipping the muscular guy back into his neoprene prison, Poor Tyler wouldn't know what had just hit him, as Dean dismounted and picked up a small butt plug sliding it into Tyler's piss and cum lubed arse, before rezipping the muscular guy back into his neoprene prison.

Dean went upstairs to bed, he would leave Tyler to sleep overnight and kick him out in the street in the morning. He stripped naked and got into his rubber sheeted bed and slept til his alarm work him at 6.

Heading downstairs he unzipped Tyler and pulled him out of the sleep sack and the suit. "How was it mate?" Dean asked, Tyler was still sleepy, Tyler staggered to his feet, hot, sweating and still horny. "Really good thanks Boss". He looked around for his clothes. "Umm what time us it?"

"It's about 6:15 mate, you'd best go and flush yourself out upstairs, feel free to have a shower too." Dean ushered him upstairs, with a folded pile of his clothes. Dean was stood in his cammo pants and boots. "I'll clear up down here"

Tyler had a long hot shower. He pulled the plug out of his arse and showered off the fluid that flushed out. As he dried himself off! He marvelled again at how strange he looked with no hair. He took a handful of gel and spiked up his Mohawk before sliding into his clothes. He then headed back downstairs, As he got to the bottom of the stairs Dean wasn't up from the basement yet, he saw Dean's jackets hanging on the hook just inside the door.

Tyler walked past them and then a patch on the arm of the top jacket caught his eye, He lifted the jacket off of the hook, it was a green ma1 bomber just the same as Chris was wearing, except Chris' was blue, then it clicked, Dean was a member of that gang Chris was a prospect for. Dean was one of the guys that Chris wanted Tyler's help with, he panicked at first then had a thought, maybe i could actually help trap him. Tyler looked at himself in the mirror - with this haircut he could fit into the gang. He thought fast - how could he use this to his advantage? He had an idea and before he could change his mind he got his phone out. He did a quick internet search and found a picture of a steel wolf collar - solid metal with spikes on it. He uploaded it and sent it to Skinboss with the message "lock this on me and I'll submit". He knew Skinboss wouldn't be able to resist. Tyler picked the jacket up and slid his arms into it. He saw himself in the mirror, it looked good on him he thought, Dean confirmed it when he came up from the basement and said behind him. "Looks good on you bro, but you're probably not a 'green' guy, I'd have you down for a red alpha, that's what the prospects wear if they choose to wear one :)

"Prospects? What do you mean Boss?"

"Before you're admitted into a skinhead gang you're a prospect, then you're a half member, then a full member, then a boss, jackets have colour orders, prospect - red, half member - blue, full member - green and only the boss is allowed to wear black." Dean explained

Tyler grinned sheepishly and took the jacket off "if I get me a red jacket Boss, can I join."

"Hmm not sure, would have to speak to the boss about that, but if you're keen I could sponsor you" said Dean "in more ways than one" with a smirk,

Tyler stepped forward and kneeled in front of Dean "please Boss".

"Alright boi, I'll see what he says" Dean looked at him, no one normally wanted to join that badly, he thought maybe this guy has some kind of Stockholm syndrome. Dean pulled at his Mohawk and pulled his head back. "Open your mouth!" Tyler did it and Dean spat in it "that's my promise to you, now get out of my house," Dean said smiling.

Tyler gulped the spit down, hoping that this was a good way into the gang. If not, His text message might work - or maybe a combination of both. He drive home, his mohawk hidden under a cap. Once home he headed fit his home gym and a serious workout. Then he crashed out - a night in the sleep sack wasn't good rest.