Wham! Rick saw Bruno's black rubber clad fist flying toward him. His jaw hurt. Everything went black.
The locker room ceiling light glared down into Rick's eyes when he opened them. He was completely wrapped in rubber with his buttocks elevated, his legs strapped and buckled with his knees on either side of his head, and a dildo gag down his throat. Rick glared at Bruno.
Bruno seeing Rick's eyes focus on him, smiled. He held the glove up, and waggled his fingers.
"Hey, Rick, since you went to all that trouble to turn our good buddy Chad into rubber sex gear, Chad thought you should be the first to experience him." Bruno flexed his gloved hand and made a fist.
Rick rocked back and forth. He screamed into his gag. But the heavy duty straps on his rubber prison held him fast to the bench.
"Yeah, I think, Chad would prefer to communicate directly, but try as he might, he can't make you hear his thoughts. Why can I hear him? No idea. Maybe because I'm part Roma- you know gypsy?" Bruno shrugged.
He bent down and unzipped the rear opening in the seat of Rick's rubber pants. Then he ran his gloved index finger in concentric circles on Rick's exposed buttocks spiraling into his rosebud. Then he plunged his index finger in. Rick moaned.
"Ya know, Rick, Chad wants me to fist you first then talk to you," Bruno said softly, "and I don't mind either way, but I thought I should let you make a statement first, Rick." He reached for Rick's gag, and began undoing one of the buckles holding it in place. "Don't worry, Chad, the athletic building is totally empty except for us. No one else with hear Rick if he screams."
"Bruno, untie me at once!" Rick ordered.
"Uh, no. All three of us know what you did to Chad, but two of us want to know your whole plan, and while Chad can't exactly hear your thoughts , he can tell when you're lying."
"This suit isn't Chad. Its just a rubber suit. I had planned to use it on Chad."
"Lies and half truths. Chad described to me how you found him strewn in front of his locker, and you were pissed he wasn't the "right" bondage gear that you wanted. He chose something you hadn't seem in the brochure."
"Damn, you really can hear him," whined Rick.
"So why Chad?"
"Oh, Chad was supposed to be a gimp suit for Rod to start with. Then after Rod was a proper slave. I might have tried the training suit on you or Todd or Josh... But Chad isn't the gimp training suit."
"How would wearing Chad turn a guy into a sex slave?"
Rick scrunched up his face, he had to answer. He blurted out, "the rubber gear exudes a chemical inducing submission in wearers, all it takes is 48 hours, and after I make a few slaves, Chad should be so permeated with the chemical, he'll be a slave too when I change him back."
"About that, Ricky? How do we change Chad back?"
"You cannot, and I won't until I'm ready."
"Ricky, you can call us Master Bruno and Master Chad. So 48 hours began about an hour ago. It took you a while to come to after we decked you. I didn't know about your glass jaw, but Chad did. Chad thinks maybe 72 hours to be safe. So ready to become our slave, Ricky?"
"Nnn-yes, Master Bruno and Master Chad," Rick said through gritted teeth. Damn, this chemical was stronger than he expected. Damn, Bruno and Chad were hot. No. No. No. He is supposed to be the master, isn't he?