Ray and Mitch strapped us into a leather harness that pulled us chest to chest, and I found myself almost nose to nose with Tony. He started to swear, and resisted. "What's this for, I don't get it? You ain't gonna get any reaction with just some of your damn fool tricks."

Mitch continued with his plan, pulling my arms around Tony and cuffing them behind his back. "You said you could resist, just do your thing," he laughed, "gonna back out, now?"

Tony took this, as a real challenge, and allowed himself to be cuffed, as I was, behind my back. I felt a real rush, hugging his torso, fastened to him, like this, and was glad I hadn't made any promises! Tony stared into my eyes, and decided to make me an ally: "What a crock this is, ain't it? How did we get into this? Mitch thinks everyone gets turned on, like he does, but we'll show him he's way off base." He smiled, and I just shrugged, as if to agree.

"Oh, we're not finished, yet," Mitch said, "you boys are really gonna get a lot closer, before that. Hope you like each other." Our legs were strapped together, and we stood, balancing there. I could feel my codpiece bump against Tony's and I enjoyed the feeling of it. Couldn't do anything about it, we were helpless, now. It was nice, to accidentally push at his crotch, as we stood there, and I could tell he was getting sensitive, too.

Ray had gone back, upstairs, and returned with another box. Mitch took something out, and showed it to us. "Paul made this up for me, too, special order, but I'll bet he didn't let you find it around. Thought I'd get to try it out first, but now's the time."

We both turned to see, and realized that Mitch was holding two gasmasks that had been joined together. At the lower portion of the face, below the eye ports, they had been cut and glued into one unit. It looked awesome, to me, but Tony wasn't so thrilled. "No way you're gettin' me into that thing, Mitch, where the hell do you think these things up?"

"You didn't object to trying out some of my suggestions, when you stayed overnight," Mitch answered him, "matter of fact, you had a real good time. Fact is, I'm gonna get this on you and Joel, unless you want to say �no', and call the whole thing off. It's up to you."

It was obvious that Tony was at the point of yes-no-yes-no, and went with silence, except for: "Crazy bastard, what's the difference? You ain't winning that twenty!" Mitch smiled and came over to us. He tugged down Tony's hood, pulled one side of the heavy rubber contraption over Tony's sweating face, enjoying snugging the straps behind his head. I could see Tony's eyes though the ports, and his mouth and nose, visible through the opening. His breath was heavy and panting. Mitch finished by pulling the hood back up, over Tony's head, closing him into it.

I was pulsing with excitement, longing to join Tony in Mitch's invention. No objections from me! This was better than I had ever fantasized, better than anything! Mitch winked at me, and came over to finish the job. I felt him force my face into the my side of heavy rubber mask, felt him work the straps, then snug the hood back over my head.

Tony and I glared at each other, through the ports, inches apart. I could feel my nose touching his, and his mustache brush my lips. Both of use were breathing through our noses, almost resolving to avoid any closer contact, but I could smell his skin and his breath, mixing with my own. "There's some vents, on the sides, there, but you guys are gonna have to open wide, sooner or later, or suffocate," Mitch yelled into our ears. "Gonna need all the wind you can get."

We were attached, like Siamese twins, at the face, the chest, the legs. We couldn't move. Our crotches were jammed together and were only able to pull away from each other at that point, but not very far. Ray and Mitch went ahead, and worked some padded slings under our armpits, roping us up to an eyebolt in the beam over head. "Just snug enough, so's you don't fall down," Ray informed us. "Don't want you to have to worry about keeping your balance, you got other things to think about."

Mitch checked out the rope, and leaned in close to our heads. "How're they hangin', guys? I'm as hard as a rock, just settin' you up. Bet I'm not the only one."

Tony cursed him out, and I could feel the heat of his mouth and the spit as he yelled. Mitch just laughed: "Now, Tony, practice some of that self-control, and concentrate. I'm gonna enjoy winning your twenty bucks, but you're gonna enjoy it losing it, even more."

Mitch and Ray had stripped to the waist, warming up with their tasks. Tony and I had no choice, but to sweat and sweat some more. We could see very little of the room, and wound up staring at each other eyes through the ports of the mask. "Mitch ain't gonna win," Tony muttered, to me, "no way am I gonna let him win." I figured he was planning on holding out, but I wasn't. I was there for the ride, and wondered how long it would take. In the mask, the smell of our hot breath and sweat and the rubber we were covered with just made me hornier and more eager.

Tony's eyes suddenly widened, and he breathed in, sharply. "Get away from there, Mitch, you @#&^%$#." I felt a hand at my crotch, at the same time, and realized what was happening. Mitch was unsnapping and pulling off our rubber codpieces. I felt my cock jumped free and up, and felt relief, after being buttoned down so long. Tony pulled and squirmed, and I could imagine his same reaction, but he couldn't separate too far. We were both breathing heavier into each other's face.

Mitch stood up, holding our rubber cups. "Look what I found," he said, "this must have been the problem." He laughed, and called to Ray: "No wonder they were uncomfortable, with these lids on. Their pricks were stuffed inside like sausages!" He manipulated our cocks until they were straight up, side by side, pressed against our bellies.

As my swollen cock, in its rubber sleeve, moved sideways, I could feel Tony's rubber cock find it, tentatively, but exploring. What a tremendous feeling, pushing and feeling it, as I faced him. At first, he seemed to ignore the sensation, but as we looked closer into each other's eyes, he seemed to welcome it, and ground his pelvis towards mine. We didn't say anything, but almost communicated through staring. I know he felt the same strong stirring, pushing and prodding, filling the tight rubbers we were in.

"Gettin' to know each other better?" Mitch interrupted, "Told you you wouldn't be strangers, after a while. Now that we're all friends, I want you both to get a little closer." He held up a leather strap, with a buckle, almost like a small dog's collar. "Since you seem to have found each other, I want to make sure you don't get lost. Ray, give me hand, here."

He disappeared from our view, and we waited for his next move. It wasn't long, finding out. I suddenly felt my ball sac stretched down and held. It was painful, and I gasped. Looking at Tony's eyes, and feeling his rush of breath, I knew that he was experiencing the same thing I was. We felt our balls pulled down, harder and harder, until I thought they'd tear off. Then I felt hands working at them, and a tightening feeling at the base of my cock. Both of us were wide eyed and gasping, realizing that they had strapped our balls together!

Both of us were forced to arch our backs to ease the strain, and our cocks were jammed together in the space left. This torture hadn't diminished our erections. On the contrary, we were harder than ever, especially feeling both cocks rubbing. We hung there, almost on tiptoe, afraid to move, yet coming on stronger and stronger. We had locked eyes, now, and stayed that way, and Tony had begun to moan and grunt. I guess I had been, too, and only began to realize it. Our mouths were open and we were licking our lips, in that frenzy that accompanies really warmed up passion.

Our warm up was halted, momentarily, when Mitch gripped our common ball sac, and pulled down. The feel of his hand was adding to the pleasure. "Don't want to break in, but wanted to check with Tony," he said, "Well, my friend, still not turned on by rubber? Any change in opinion?"

Tony moistened his lips, and caught his breath. "If I wanted to, I could stop whenever. I'm hot, but still in control." He was a wonder, that boy was. I just wanted to get back to fucking and he was still arguing!

Mitch looked thoughtful: "Raise you another twenty. I'll get you to come in the next fifteen minutes, or I lose. Bet?"

"You got it," Tony growled, "and when those fifteen minutes are up, Joel and I are gonna do some humpin' all by ourselves. But I say when."

"Have to work fast, then," Mitch called to Ray. "You introduce Joel to some new equipment, and I'll take care of Tony." They took up positions behind each of us, and I could feel the zipper of my suit opening from the lower end. Tony must have felt the same, because he tried to see what was going on, but we could see little more than each other.

Tony was the first to know. He began to growl and moan: "No, Mitch, no." But his eyes closed and he began to push hard against me. He continued to groan, and I didn't understand until I felt Ray reaching into the crack of my ass and working his finger up my hole. I gasped, like Tony, and relaxed when Ray withdrew. Then I felt an even larger object inserted, being turned and forced into me. Once started, it kept going in, slowly, forever, until I thought it would hit my balls. Painful, and pleasing at the same time, I realized that I had been reamed with a dildo. I had the sensation that my whole pelvis was stuffed, between the dildo in the rear and my balls tied in front. But I was still swollen and aching for release. No matter how I moved, I was prodded to remember the tip of my cock, pressing againt Tony's, tight and hot. The combination of sensations was driving me to the edge. Tomy and I were gripping each others bodies harder and harder, as though closeness was the only thing we could count on, as each new assault on our private parts mounted.

Tony's experience seemed much like my own, but Mitch seemed to be taking longer with it. I could see Mitch's face, over Tony's shoulder, as he reached down behind him. He had hold of Tony's shoulder and was concentrating on inserting another dildo into his ass. Tony's mouth was open, as was mine, both of us fighting the reaming we were getting, gasping with discomfort and with pleasure. His tongue was out of his mouth, and mine suddenly made contact with it. We were locked in a wild eyed staring match, not caring much beyond the sensations we were being overloaded with. It made sense to be locked together, sucking and sharing our mouths, when just about every other part of our bodies were already in so close an embrace.

Mitch held up a rubber bulb and tube in front of Tony's eyes. "Feel that rod up your ass, Tony?" he called into his hood. "Feel like it can't get any tighter, like you might not stay in control? Well, let's see."

Both of us felt Ray's hand tug down on our balls, slowing the pace at which we were grinding our pelvises. All I wanted to do was come, to pump and pump at Tony, to have him grind against me. We were still exploring our new contact point, our lips and tongues, relishing the added sensation, and I knew Tony was way beyond the idea of holding out. He was licking the stubble around my mouth and I was hungrily lapping at his mustache. Nothing mattered, but feeling good.

Mitch pumped the rubber bulb, in his hand, two or three times, and Tony jumped and twisted, his groans increasing in volume. I knew that Mitch was increasing the pressure Tony felt from the dildo, and wondered what it was like. I didn't think he would stay the time, and that he really didn't remember the wager, any more.

Mitch released the pressure, and Tony gasped and sucked at my mouth, matching the frenzy I was enjoying. Nothing had ever been like this, I was so high on pain and pleasure I wanted to stay and I wanted to come, at the same time. Mitch pumped the bulb, again, and Tony ground his crotch into me harder than before. I met his movements, glaring and challenging his eyes, and we rammed together, pushing our mouths closer, licking, sucking, groaning, humping, trying to get inside each other. We strained and pushed, tasting each other, just wanting to fuck the other as hard as possible!

Our climax was one final push at this, and both of our cocks pumped and pumped, filling those rubber sheathes with warm juices. Tony's eyes were closed, for the first time since we had started, and I knew how he felt: wonderful for cumming, regret for ending, a familiar mix. Never could figure that one out.

Shaking, jerking, we hung there. Spent, exhausted, drained, we leaned into each other. I felt Tony licking his lips, and met his look. "Fuckin' wild, wild..." he moaned, "never came so great, in all my life. Wow!" I concentrated on getting my breath back, and just tried to nod in agreement. We had been moving like a machine, with only one object in mind, and had gotten where we both wanted to get.

Ray carefully loosened the strap around our balls, while both of us winced in reaction. It was a relief to have it removed, and we just pressed our limp equipment against each other, in a comfortable way. As the dildos were also slowly removed, we both moved into each other, almost wanting to experience the same sensations.

Mitch was busy, pulling down our hoods, then unstrapping the rubber mask we had shared. Pulling it away from our red and sweaty faces, he grinned and looked back and forth into our eyes. "Not much excitement for you guys, was there? Anybody have any fun, trying out these outfits? I guess you have to really want rubber, before it gets to you! I didn't hear much conversation, though, for the last bit." Mitch was enjoying his moment with Tony, who remained silent for a minute. Ray worked at releasing our grips around each other.

"You can take the twenty, you #*%@**, you know I would have paid a lot more for the ride I just had. Never knew I could enjoy this, so much." Tony said, "How much does Paul get for an outfit like this?"

We were separated from each other, and moved back, almost having to learn how to stand alone. Tony held out his hand and said: "Nice to meet you, Joel, you really got into it back there, you got a wicked tongue!"

"You didn't do so bad, yourself," I could admit, "we made a pretty good combination. I can't complain." We threw our arms around each other and sort of hugged and grappled, just pleased to be free, yet not wanting to lose the moment. I had gotten close to Tony, real close, and liked him. Who could blame me?

"You can fall in love, on your own time," Mitch growled, "let's get you out of those suits, and cleaned up. I want to pack up my gear and it has to be dry." Ray was still beaming and sharing the moment with Tony and me, but Mitch appeared to have switched moods. He was rough with Tony, in helping him out of his gear, hardly saying a word. Ray winked at me, while giving me a hand, but I didn't get it.

Tony declined a shower offer from Ray, and soon departed, but not before coming over to me and asking where I was staying, and making a real offer of getting to know one another. I agreed, and we made vague plans. Mitch walked him up the stairs, and Ray tried to explain.

"Mitch gets it on pretty strong," Ray explained, "you already know that. Me, I enjoy what comes along, and I think you do the same thing. Mitch locks in on people, and enjoys almost controlling them." Ray searched for words: "Mitch got that suit from Paul, rush, so's he could get it on with you if you picked Donny's gear. I think he wanted to face you, today, where Tony was. His idea of getting Tony pumped was spur of the moment, and now I think he regrets it."

"But he wanted it, he asked me to go along." I argued: "Why would he be so pissed at me, if he did?"

"Oh, he's not pissed at you, he's pissed off at himself." Ray continued: "He got what he wanted, but he wanted too many things. Now, he probably regrets Tony coming on to you, and is just sore. He had other plans for you both, today, and wants his cake both ways."

I felt bad that Mitch would feel this way, that he wanted to take his ball and go home. I really liked Mitch, and appreciated what he had done for me. "Do you think I should talk to Mitch?" I asked Ray, "would it do any good?"

"Mitch isn't a real big talker," Ray advised, "Maybe you could think up some other way to get his attention." He grinned, almost like Mitch: "Maybe he needs both of us to get his attention, why not, the day is still young!"

I started to think that one over.

To be continued ???