The Workshop Part III

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OK - i'm in my mid 30's, dark haired cut in military style, thick moustache. tall and work out. been working as a cop since I left the army 6 years ago
you've been asigned to make sure everything is legal in a new "Adult Entertainment Shop" in the gay district
i take the assingment without much enthusiasm. I've patrolled the gay district before and apart from some appreciative comments about my butt, had no trouble. I don;t mind the gays - as long as they keep their hands to themselves
the shop doesn't look like one... it looks more like a warehouse... it only has a sign that says The Workshop, and big black doors
i ring the bell by the door
you hear a voice... "We are closed, we open at 7 p.m."
"police, Sir, I need to check your premises"
"Oh" sounds surprised "Sure officer, come in" the door buzzes when opened
Read more!i push the door open and walk in
there is a short corridor and a door in the end. A big man is standing in it
It's a big muscled man, he's even bigger than you, and has a full beard
"afternoon, Sir, just need to check the premises for any infringements of your license"
"afternoon officer, please, come in so I can show you all my papers"
"thanks, Sir - this shouldn't take long at all" i follow the man through the door
When you approach him you realize that what looked like regular black shirt and jeans are really a rubber shirt and tight leather jeans
The shop is very nice, just like a regular clothing store, but full of i raise an eyebrow - but i've seen these guys wear wierder stuff.
"Please officer, take a look at the shop to check everything as i take out all the documents"
i look around, not really interested but curious anyway
*sure" i have a look around, checking on his fire safety equipment, exits etc
when you turn around a corner something catches your eye...
there, hanging
there is a full cop uniform, just like yours
but completly rubberized
i stare at the suit, chuckle and shake my head. wow, i think, my girlfriend would freak if i came home dressed like that!
it has even a police badge with a number and a name... so detailed... you feel like taking a closer look
i'm abit concerned when I see the police badge - as that's definitely not allowed. I get closer to make sure it's not too close to the real thing
It's just like the one you are wearing, but made in hard rubber, in white you can read the badge number... 7...
6....
8...
0...
1!!
That's your number!
"what the...? how the hell..? HEY!" is hout our to the owner. then i realise - one of the guys must have seen the suit when they checked the store out and he put the badge on it to freak me out. i laugh with relief - silly sods
the guy comes out of somewhere "Something wrong officer?"
i laugh "No..just saw the badge was all. who put you up to it? Bradley? Alvarez? I bet it was Riley, wasn;t it?"
"Excuse me officer? I did that suit myself... what's wrong with the badge Sir?"
i look him in the eye "look, a joke's a joke alright. you got me ..ha ha ha..well done. now who put you up to it?"
"Sorry Sir, but i don't understand your point"
"ok..i'
"what's wrong?"
ll go along with your little charade, buddy. the badge number -- that's my badge number" i point to my badge
the owner laughs in a deep loud way "No way!" he checks your badge... "Oh it's true!!" laughs again
"What a funny coincidence, isn't it?"
"coincidence? you trying to tell me that..." I tail off "well, OK then - let's get this finished and i'll be out of your way"
"Oh no officer!! It's like the suit was made for you!"
"You have to try it on now! It's destiny!"
he keeps laughing
i back off from him "No, sorry but i'm just not into that kind of thing. besides i'm on duty"
"you have to check the changing rooms anyway, so come on, take the suit with you!" he takes the suit and gives it to you
i roughly hand the suit back "I said NO! jesus what is wrong with you fucking people" i stalk off towwards the changing rooms
when you enter the changing room corridor the smell of rubber hits you like it didn't in the shop
everything is rubber here, floor, walls, doors...
the smell it's a bit intoxicating...
"bloody hell" i can;t wait to get out of here now. this is starting to freak me out
you see a emergency exit sign pointing into one of the changing rooms... you have to check that out
i open the changing room door and head inside
the police uniform is hanging inside the room... it smells so good
"how the hell did he get that in here?" i ignore it and finish my job, but can;t resist giving it a sniff. there's something about the smell - maybe its like something my grilfriend uses
it smells very good... tha rubber scent is giving you a hardon... you cannot go out with that hardon! The freak will see it!
i look outside the changing room to make sure he's not stood there and adjust my cock to make the bulge less visible
when you touch your cock you see a flash of yourself wearing the rubber suit
so tight, so revealing...
"what the fuck?" i stagger out of the changing room "what the hell is happening?"
when you come out
you find something totally unexpected
there is a mirror in the changing room corridor
you can see yourself in it
wearing the rubber uniform
you look so good in it
so sexy
so masculine
so muscular
"NO! NOOO! what the fuck have you done to ME?!""
you can smell your own sweat mixing with the rubber scent
i can feel my cock leaking pre-cum. i burst out of the changing rooms and run for the door. the bastard must have drugged me somehow
every step you take the rubber rubs against your whole body stimulating your cock
"NOOO!! OHH FUCK" i stagger towards the outer doors, stumbling into displays of rubber gear, the smell and feel making my cock even worse. with a lurch i throw myself against the doors
you burst out the outside door overwhelmed by the rubber smell and feeling...
i gasp in the cool night air, hoping it will stop my head from giving me these bizarre feelings. i look down to check i'm wearing my proper uniform and go to radio back to HQ. then I realise my radio has fallen off somewhere in the shop
you are wearing your cloth uniform...
i consider heading back to the car to radio for backup, and then decide i couldnt face the guys back at the station if I did. so, taking a deep breath, I head back inside
you go in you find the shop owner cleaning the mess you made "Officer! What happened!! You went into the changing room and suddenly came here shouting... Yo scared me"
"you..i dont know what the fuck you did to me, but it had better not happen again. noe..where's my radio?"
"Me Sir? I was here the whole time..."
"yeah now just keep back from me you fucking pervert" as i talk i scan around the room looking for my radio
you can see the radio is in the floor, near the rubber police uniform
i hold my breath and go over to it grabbing the radio and then backing away from the uniform
something is stopping you from backing away
i try to back off "NO! you bastard! how are you doing this?"
you look at your side and see the shop owner staring at you, doing nothing... it's only you what is preventing you from leaving...
i shudder and try not to swear as i see my right hand reaching out to caress the rubber of the uniform
as i run my hand down the sleeve, i moan as i feel the rubber give softly
you cannot see it... but the owner is smiling as you finally let your desires come true
i run my hands over the cuffs, wondering why they're thicker and then seeing the straps and buckles hidden inside them
your hardon is back as you caress the whole uniform
i find myself stood closer to it, sniffing deeply
your hardon presses against your uniform... must feel great to feel the uniform all over...
you realize there are even rubber boots, gloves and a cap
i groan at the thought of wearing the uniform and continue to run my hands up and down it
you find yourself unbuttoning your shirt right there
before i know it, i'm picking up the rubber shirt and sliding the black sleek rubber over my skin. the buttons on the front are press studs and i do them all up, securing the collar and cuffs with the buckles and straps that lie under them. i ignore the clicks that signal they are locked on, and look for a mirror where i can see my muscled torso etched in tight black rubber
you are soon pushing your legs in the rubber pants, without underwear underneath
you want to feel the rubber all over
i pull them up, enjoying the feel as they slide over my skin, the lube inside them makking them come on easily. straps and buckles secure them around my ankles and the belt also locks in place. i run my hands over the globes of my arse, wondering why there's a zip there
soon a helping hand puts a pair of boot on your feet as you take the gloves
the boots fit perfectly, molding to your feet, and they feel like being barefeet
i can see my cock bulging in the trousers as the boots slide on. i pull the tight black gloves on stretching my hands as the rubber moulds tightly in place. i fumble with the strap and buckle at the wrists until helping hands efficiently lock them to the cuffs of the shirt
finally the cap goes on, and when you turn around you can see yourself in a fully rubberized sexy uniform
i flex and pose, enjoying the way my muscles and cock show up clearly under the tight form-fitting rubber. my cap feels wierd though, and i flatten my hair to get it on better
"here boy, let me help you" you are looking at the mirror, admiring yourself, and you almost don't notice when the owner puts shaving cream in your head
i stare at myself in the mirror, watching my pecs through the rubber as he starts to shave my head
soon you have a smooth head, and this time, when the cap goes on... it just feels right
i smile as the rubber moulds to my head, then tilt my head back as he shaves off my eyebrows and moustache as well
you look much younger now... like a boy
i stand there, mesmerised by the smell, the feel and the look of myself. my hands start to rub and kneas at my groin
*knead
as you are enjoying yourself you can feel the rear zip opening and something probing your ass
i bend forward to allow it access
a cold lubed dildo starts to slide inside your ass
i groan and feel my cock explode inside my trousers as my virgin arse is violated by the dildo
the rear zip closes and you can see the shop owner heading to the counter
i follow him
he types in the computer...
uniform, gloves, boots, hat...
extra large dildo...
that makes... 2000$
i go back to my old uniform and hand him my credit card.
i then look confused - i don't know what to do or where to go
i look at him and ask "excuse me, Sir, but where do I go now?"
he smiles as he works on your card "You will ask to be transferred to the gay district, night shift" he starts to fold your old uniform "This way you will be able to patrol in your rubber suit"
"Every night, when your shift start you will come here to get dressed"
"yes, Sir" the idea please me
"After the night i will release you"
i feel myself getting hard at the thought
"Go now and patrol boy, i'll be waiting for you at closing time" he put's your clothes under the desk
"yes Sir" i give him a salute and head out the door on patrol
"boy!" ha calls "don't forget your radio!"
"sorry Sir" i grab the radio and fix it in place and head out
you wil enjoy patroling in the gay district from know on...
i head out - looking forward to getting compliments this time....and maybe i'll take my break at the leather bar