Fascinated By Fetish

Owned gay slave. Into leather, rubber, power, bdsm, humiliation, sex and symbolism.

[lthcop2]

[blues-reds]

[rubbermale]

remix

[saruisamu]

[leathersam]

Dominant Master

[leatherandpoppers]

[rubberizer92]

Greg never imagined where a single act of submission would take him. Months ago, new to the rubber-clad society, he found himself at the doorstep of Andrew—a dominant rubber stud with a reputation for discipline and relentless passion. What began as a training arrangement quickly became so much more: friendship, lust, the rush of transformation, and the heady intoxication of surrendering to someone who knows exactly how to bring out your best self.

But it wasn’t enough. Greg and Andrew discovered a hunger for more—more muscle, more control, more rubber. Their shared desire led them to apply for the elite bodybuilding drone regime, a once-in-a-lifetime chance for selected pairs to achieve the ultimate transformation. With the year’s quota not yet filled, they were accepted and thrown into a strict daily routine: 23/7 encased in flawless, liquid-black latex, three hours of hard gym sessions sculpting their bodies into perfection, three more hours of intense mental programming designed to deepen their submission and sharpen their focus, and a torturous two hours of edging—hands bound, bodies locked in chastity, every nerve alive with longing, denied and trained to crave more. Hormone cycles and a carefully engineered diet supercharged their growth.

A year later, the men are unrecognizable. Towering physiques, rubber gleaming over every inch, eyes blazing with discipline and a hunger that never fades. Chains, collars, and the silent promise of obedience complete the picture: two men, one purpose, reborn for each other and their new world.

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Could you endure the regime? Which part would push you over the edge: the daily workouts, the mental reprogramming, the relentless chastity—or the delicious, rubber-coated denial? How far would you go for a transformation like this?

[leatherjeansguy58-deactivated20]

[ph5764]

[fetishlovinggay]

[rubberizer92]

[yesdaddyxxxff]

[darson974]

Nothing like a pretty boy slave

[jacobsagod]

[stompskin]

Naval Base Ai

[rubberizer92]

The man, or at least what once used to be a man, lay bound and gagged on the cold concrete floor. His muscles ached from the relentless stretching and his skin burned from the constant rubbing and kneading. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even cry out in pain. He was completely at the mercy of the two rubber-clad men standing over him.

They looked more like bodybuilders than anything else. Their muscles bulged beneath the tight black rubber suits they wore, their faces concealed by opaque gas masks. They were known as dronifiers, a special task force charged with bringing in new recruits and turning them into rubber addicted rubber gimps.

The larger of the two, who identified himself as Drone-001, leaned down close to the captive's ear. "Listen up, meat," he growled through the distorted speakers in his mask. "You've been convicted of a crime. A very serious crime. And now it's time for your punishment." He paused for dramatic effect before adding, "But don't worry, we're not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact."

Drone-002, who was almost as massive as his partner, grinned beneath the mask. "No, we're just going to make you feel really, really good." He reached down and began running his gloved hands up and down the captive's body, eliciting a muffled moan from beneath the gag. The captive's body twitched involuntarily as pleasure-pain shot through his bound form.

"Don't worry," Drone-001 reassured him. "This won't hurt a bit. Well, not in the way you're used to, anyway." He reached down and began massaging the captive's chest, squeezing and stretching the muscles until they felt like they were about to burst.

The captive's body arched involuntarily, his hips bucking against the restraints. His cock, already hard from the anticipation, strained against the confines of his underwear. Drone-002 chuckled darkly and reached down to pull them roughly off, revealing the captive's throbbing member.

"Now, now," Drone-001 admonished. "You're not going to get any relief until you admit your crime." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the captive's ear. "Do you understand what you've done?"

[liztron]

[rrecon]

[nicolettosworld]

As it must be with Master... Master's rules