Mistaken Identity
I opened the box, the smell of rubber filled my nostrils and clouded my head in ecstasy. The sleek black suit beckoned to be filled and entrap a willing member to hold and torment. Tonight I would be that person.
I had gotten the suit secondhand from a gentleman I met at a kinky munch one town over. He had complimented my outfit and we had started discussing gear and it turns out he was selling a top-of-the-line rubber gimp suit complete with all the bondage gear able to lock the wearer inside. After chatting he brought me out to his car and seemed quick to offload it but for the price, I couldn't pass it up. The secondhand didn't bother me, in fact to know someone had been locked inside it before me, sweating, drooling behind the gag, and cumming, by the leftover smell in the crotch despite it being washed. All that added to my desire to become its next victim.
I hadn't gotten to use it yet, saving it for a special night as it was a bear to get on but there was a local rubber/BDSM night at a warehouse near me and that meant the perfect chance. It was an underground event I had learned about on Fetlife so masters, subs, and slaves would be there alike dressed in gear, restrained, and put on display or for ongoers to use.
I pulled the suit from its box and laid it out on the bed with its bondage accessories. The event was only three blocks over so I planned to simply walk to the warehouse, in addition to it being dark out a bound rubber gimp with the possibility of being seen by anyone driving by made my cock swell in my sweatpants.
Stripping I covered myself with oil and with some effort slipped into the smooth rubber suit. The weight felt as though it was pulling me down as I closed the zipper up the back vanishing beneath a rubber flap. Adding to the appearance was a rubber hood closing over my head with cutouts for my facial features. I had been transformed with just the start of the suit. The rubber cool and damp pressed every part of my body squeezing my muscles and pressing all thoughts out of my brain except for the erotic ones full of fantasy.
The tight suit stretched with my movements but also limited my reach and stride, not to mention pushing my cock which I had just locked in its steel prison up between my legs. A shiver ran down my spine as the cold metal pressed against my groin making sure it wouldn't be too easy for me to reach an orgasm tonight.
Next was a pair of heavy rubber combat boots laced up tightly giving my short stature an inch or two more but still able to be towered over by most. I loved being thrown around and dominated by tall men especially those in rubber. A tall black figure strapping me down and taking away any movement and control was one of my favorite fantasies.
I took a deep breath as I started my favorite part, the restraints. My cock pressed and swelled in its prison as I looked at the assortment of metal that would further immobilize me for the night. I needed to have enough movement to walk and see so I could get around the event but not too few restraints where I felt like I wasn't a fully bound gimp.
I grabbed the large rubber gag looping it through the buckles on my hood and locking it into place with a padlock pumping it up until my mouth tasted of only rubber and no noise could be heard past my lips. Added to the taste of last night's cum which I added to the gag as a little surprise for tonight, My heavy load covered my tongue and slid down my throat.
That was followed by a Metal collar latched around my neck locking with a click and a padlock secured to the front with a sizable chain locked to the D-ring in case someone decided they wanted to keep me close for the night. Ankle cuffs locked on top of my high boots making sure I could not run but only a short shuffle in addition to the boots not being able to be removed until the cuffs were released. Lastly, wrist cuffs padlocked on each wrist in front of me with only a few links in between allowing me to get a drink possibly, if I wasn't gagged but mostly nothing else.
I stepped in front of the mirror, from what I could make out from the few small holes in my mask for my eyes was a rubber gimp standing before me. No longer a person but a figure glistening head to toe in black dawned by smooth metal locking him down and holding him prisoner a second time in addition to the suit. The sight made me bend over and groan as despite my cock being caged I came inside the suit with a moan from behind my gag.
Great Now my suit already had cum in it and the night hadn't even begun. With the suit locked on any orgasms or restroom breaks would inevitably be taken inside the suit itself and only add to my misery or pleasure for the night.
With that, I carefully made my way out of the apartment slipping into the cool night making my way towards the party careful to avoid streetlights and leaving the safety of home farther behind me, as well as my keys to the restraints. Had to have a little fun and I had wanted to wear this suit for so long so being let out would simply ruin that.
I soon made my way around the corner and saw a few individuals making their way to the back door of the warehouse. Others dressed in leather-clad or a few naked except for their collar made their way past the bouncer inside the looming building. As I shuffled across the gravel and made my way to the door the large muscular man dressed in a leather military uniform stopped me and pulled me over to the side letting a Sir dressed in a silk nightgown parade past leading a gorgeous young blonde in. She was ball gagged, her lips sealed behind a bright red rubber ball and her hands encased in a leather armbinder behind her back, her ankles shackled the chains clanging on the concrete as she was led past.
"Stand here I'll be back in a moment".
His voice was gruff as he stepped inside for what seemed like longer than usual as I stood outside already getting some attention from others waiting to get in. In a moment he returned and beckoned me in wishing me a night of curiosity and fun.
As I stepped through the door the warehouse was filled with a red glow, the smell of leather mixed with the must of sex and sweat filled my nostrils punching through the smell of my own rubber suit. My chains rustled as I walked, quite a few masters and Slaves taking notice of me, or more importantly that I was not being led in by someone but was already restrained and ripe for the taking as some may put it. Honestly, I was hoping a hot Sir or mistress would take me home and Lock me in their closet or better yet a cell or cage overnight in my suit.
This show of exhibition caused me to have yet another orgasm filling my suit with more of my hot cum that pressed up against my crotch and down my leg as it was plastered between my already sweaty body and rubber cocoon. Doing my best to keep walking and not show what had just happened I sloped forward but I caught the idea a few in the crowd gathered what had happened.
Being gagged and bound heading to the bar was not really an option nor was mingling with the crowd so I simply made my way around slowly taking in the sights. Looking at the servers bringing drinks to guests with their hands bound behind them and trays attached to the front of a corset locked around their bodies as they gingerly brought items to tables. Slaves knelt at their masters' sides as they chatted or others were bound against the wall, hanging in cages or locked in restraints anchored to the floor being whipped or used by those present.
I got plenty of compliments on my outfit, nodding to show my thanks. Even a few catcalls or a hand on my ass made me feel good about how sexy I looked under all this rubber. Good thing as even buying the suit second hand it was expensive, to say the least, and needed to be shown off.
I took a seat against the wall and watched a few of the events unfold for a bit until a gentleman walked up to me sliding the chair out and he sat down in front of me. He wore a suit similar to mine dressed head to toe in leather he only lacked the restraints and a collar but a black rubber police cap sat atop his rubber hood giving him a commanding presence. Looking me in the eyes he spoke.
"You look fucking hot boy, nice suit. You know it and so does everyone here that's why you've been getting looks all night. With you gagged you can't enjoy a drink very well now, can you? So how about we make your night a little more fun and put you in some display bondage?" He asked inquisitively.
I was a bit unsure but curious and this being the experience I came here for I nodded in agreement.
"Good".
With that, he grabbed my chain attached to my collar and pulled me to my feet, shuffled me across the room behind him past some staring guests, and to a platform next to the bar.
Stepping on a barstool he attached the chain to an anchor point in the ceiling forcing my head up keeping me on the balls of my feet only able to move an inch to either side. Grabbing another chain he wrapped it around my waist and grabbing my wrist cuffs locked the chain together and my cuffs to my waist with a large padlock. Grabbing another lock he pulled my ankles together and cuffed the ring on each making me bound in a standing mummy position. Grabbing large leather belts and starting at my ankles he worked his way up to my shoulders tightening the straps and locking the eye loop on each with a smaller padlock.
To finish off the ensemble the bouncer from earlier brought over a large sleepsack which looked to be the same rubber material as my suit. My feet were slipped in and the sack was zipped up to my neck as a drawstring tightened the whole sack around my body squeezing the remaining air out of my lungs. Uncuffing my chain from the ceiling, two more chains were locked above me on bolts on either side of the ceiling level with the edge of the podium. I was lifted up as they were locked on the shoulders of the sleepsack leaving me hanging. To only add to my dismay he walked towards me and placed a Rubber gas mask over my head making my vision only faint blurs of objects.
A sharp slap to my crotch made me writhe in the sack as my body twisted trying to escape the pain that somehow made it through all of the layers of rubber to my caged and swelling cock.
"Listen up. The room of chatter fell silent to his bark of an order. Many of you have seen this boy here today in this splendid gimp suit as he has gotten plenty of looks. What you may not know is this suit is very expensive and was stolen from my rubber shop three weeks ago".
What was he talking about? I had bought this; it wasn't stolen. I didn't even know who this guy was! I tried to protest but beneath my gagged mouth and gasmask, only groans were heard. Another whip to my sensitive cock made me shut up as he resumed.
"This boy thinks he can come here and get bound, tied up, and fucked and have the night of his life on my dime well he is about to learn a lesson and you are all here to watch. I have restrained him here for your pleasure and you may do with him as you wish, we will leave him here overnight and If he escapes he will be allowed to keep the suit. If not he will be removed, prepared, and encased permanently and become a permanent fixture at our little event from now on".
His speech was met by claps with some cheers. I could make out a few in the crowd who had been eying me earlier with devious smiles on their faces for what would come. Everyone had been too nervous to make a move but now being open use they were more than eager.
The gentleman turned to me grabbing my hanging chain from my collar and pulled my head forward close to his face. Placing his hand over the front of my mask cutting off my air I wriggled trying to break free but It was of no use.
"I tied you up boy I know you were stupid enough to leave your keys at home but no one else knows that. Basically, you're fucked. Have fun with these kinksters I have to go order some heavier rubber to lock you in permanently".
With that he laughed, letting go of my mask as I gasped for air. I tried to protest but encased beneath all my rubber but it was all in vain. This was a mixup, a misunderstanding, a case of mistaken identity but there was now no way out. No wonder the other gentleman had been so quick to unload the suit, he had used it and had his pleasure and slipped away sentencing another to the fate of being its prisoner.
I was suspended, a rubber gimp, slut, toy, a slave about to be used and tortured freely. I had wanted to be the prisoner in the suit for so long and now I was going to become a rubber prisoner permanently. The thought overtook me as I once again was overtaken by an orgasm as I blacked out. The last thing I saw was a crowd of rubber coming towards me all ready to have their fun with a restrained rubber gimp.
- At the underground BDSM event, I was mistaken for a thief who had stolen the expensive rubber gimp suit, adding an extra layer of excitement and danger to my evening.
- The gentleman who sold me the suit had used it for his own BDSM activities, contributing to the suit's allure and sexual charge for me.
- The mistake of being mistaken for a thief only heightened the exhibition aspect of the event, as strangers took pleasure in using the suit and bonding with me in the rubber/BDSM night.