I was 24 years old, with a 2 year failed marriage because of premature ejaculation. A friend’s yacht turned me into a latex gay submissive.
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Voyage of Submission - Chapter 1
by Edrubber
Series: Voyage of Submission
After my divorce, I was very skeptical of having sex with woman, because I was afraid of not being able to perform properly and be shamed into acquiring a reputation of sexual inadequate. I spent the next 2 years alone, masturbating, going to xx book stores and putting a front to friends but, when it came to going to bed with someone, I always found an excuse to cancel. I needed release of some kind and started going to video booths with the glory holes for such. For some reason the idea of putting a dick in my mouth and sucking it, started to appeal to me and I also started playing with my nipples and imagining being penetrated analy . But my principals did not permit such deviations from my born gender. It had to stay as my private secret. I was a dental technician and enjoyed having a couple of beers at a local lounge near my apartment complex. One Friday night, the lounge was busier than usual and a guy in his fifties started a very friendly conversation and for some reason we became very friendly quickly. I bought a few rounds, and then he insisted in buying for the rest of the night.
He had introduced himself as William Farrington and insisted I called him Bill and I insisted he call me Ed since my Name is Edward. During our conversation he told me that he lived on his yacht, and he would have to look for a hotel for tonight because his yacht was in dry dock having the bottom repainted and some additional equipment installed. I felt so good about him as a sincere friend, that insisted and would not take no for an answer that he stay at my place for as long as his boat was being fixed. After the usual “I don’t want to impose etc,,, He accepted and around 2 a.m. we drove to my place. He slept in my guest room and around 10.30 a.m. , we met in the kitchen where I made us coffee, scramble eggs bacon and toast. Then as we were eating I had a chance to look at Bill in the day light. He was about 6’2’’, 180 lbs., in perfect physical condition with a face that exuded friendliness and strong take charge personality. He asked me if I would like to go with him to the ship yard to check on the progress of his boat and of course I jumped to the chance since I love boats, ships and anything to do with the ocean. Getting there in his rental car, I was flabbergasted with the size and beauty of his boat. It should not be called boat; it was a ship, 72 feet long, 3 levels high of pure state of the art luxury.
Unfortunately no one was allowed to go on board while the vessel was on stilts in dry doc. I looked at Bill in a laughing manner commented; Bill, You ARE RITCH!!! He looked back and in a very down to earth manner replied: Let’s just say that money is no object .After being informed that the vessel would be back in the water Tuesday we got in the car and returned home. On the way, Bill asked me if I had a girl or ever been married, and for some incredible reason I did something that I had never done before, I told him the absolute truth about my failures as a husband and man, at which point he asked me if I was gay, my answer was again truthful when I admitted the fantasies and tendencies that I had been tempted but, was able to controlled it. He then told me that he was very impressed with my sincerity and considered me a very close friend. I thanked him and said likewise. He then asked me if I had any fetishes.
And I again being very honest ,( I really did not know what was making me be so open with my intimate personal thoughts ) responded yes, rubber, latex, just saying the words turns me incredibly on. He started laughing and told me how much we had in common and how happy he was that I was open with him. In his authoritarian friendly manner said: I am going to make plans to convince you to join me so that we can be together. I only have 3 crew members and they are all rubberiest when at sea we enjoy our fetish to the fullest. I have a large assortment of rubber wear you are going to love. I respect your profession but, I will pay you double what you make and you no longer will have any expenses like, rent, light, water, food, insurance, car, everything will be provided to you, your salary can go directly to your retirement fund or, whatever you want to do with it. What do you say?
I was totally taken and in disbelief that this could actually happen, my head was spinning .The idea of living on that fantastic beautiful ship and dress in rubber. I answered I have to have a little time to sort out what to do with my things; I can’t do it all by next Tuesday. He said; All you have to do is agree I will help you do what’s needed and remember I don’t have any schedule to get under way. Consider yourself part of the family, tomorrow we will start your transition into all your fantasies. Without saying a word, I pondered on the weight of his statement, all your fantasies, I confessed quite a few to him. In five days everything I owned was sold furniture, TV. auto.
Once on board, I was assigned to a cabin with a large king bed with rubber sheets and rubber pillow, a closet with a variety of rubber wear . My clothes suites, shirts, socks, underwear, most of it was put into the ship’s storage with the exception of 3 sports outfits that I would need when we docked somewhere. Bill conducted classes with me for days to familiarize me with all instruments on the bridge. Only Bill and the Captain ran the bridge while at sea, and now with me we split the time in shorter duties for all 3 of us. I asked Bill if I could have the grave yard shift. He in a very firm now suddenly bossy manner responded; No the captain will have the night shift you and I will have to be together at night.
The big day came and all lines where released from land and we were off to the high seas. We lost sight of land and Bill told me in a very stern voice; get bellow and there is an outfit on your bed, put it on and return here to the bridge, I am going to inform you of what’s expected of you from now on. His demeanor changed completely and I started to worry. I did obey and at the cabin there was a rubber shorts with a rubber t-shirt on the bed and as I put the shorts on I noticed that it had an opening in my rectal area about 6 inches long.I started getting the idea but was having trouble believing it, after all now if I decided I didn’t want to comply, there was no place I could go. I was stuck.
I got dressed as ordered including a pair of rubber slippers and returned to the bridge and was startle to see Bill in a same type of outfit as mine the only difference that his shorts had a removable flap in front holding in an impressive large amount of genitals, and he did not have an opening in the rear. There was no doubt in my mind what this was leading to and I started perspiring, trembling and apprehensively wondering how this was going to start and how ashamed I would be facing Bill even though he would be the domineering partner.
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Bigboy - October 29, 2014, 11:08 am
Just reading the story got my cock hard, I can relate to Ed about sexual problems and wish I could meat a guy like Bill to take charge.