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"I told my fag things could always get worse if it complained about it's storage..."
"Sounds like it's going to find out..."
A Choice of His Own
Sven first met Tom on a rainy Friday night.
At the time, he thought it was nothing more than a chance encounter.
A conversation.
A few beers.
A man he would probably never see again.
Months later, he would realize that everything in his life had changed the moment he looked across that crowded bar and saw the tall skinhead standing beneath the dim industrial lights.
Tom wasn't the loudest man in the room.
He wasn't trying to attract attention.
Yet people noticed him.
They always noticed him.
He stood with the calm confidence of someone completely comfortable in his own skin. His black rubber tank top reflected the low amber lighting. Heavy boots rested firmly on the concrete floor. Every movement was deliberate. The bleachers and the septum piercing made him took tough.
Controlled.
Certain.
Beside him stood another man who seemed entirely focused on Tom. It seems that it was Tom’s slave. Dressed in a rubber suit, shaved head and many piercings in his ears and also a septum. To make it complete a leather collar with a chain around his neck.
Watching him.
Waiting for him.
Following him.
Sven couldn't explain why, but something about that dynamic fascinated him.
Not because he wanted to be dominated.
At least that's what he told himself. In fact he wanted to be dominated.
What drew him in was something deeper.
Tom seemed free.
Free from doubt.
Free from insecurity.
Free from the endless need for approval that had followed Sven throughout his life.
That night they talked until closing time. Sven noticed that he got a hard one the whole evening and also Tom did notice that. So you want to change yourself he said to Sven. It was direct, but also right. Sven said yes I would love that.
Then they talked again the following weekend.
And the weekend after that.
Gradually a friendship formed. Not only a friendship but also a love. Because Sven did like to watch Tom playing with his slave and sometime Sven joined as he also liked a good cocksucking and feel the cum of Tom over his face at the end.
It was more a game or at least that was how Sven described it.
Tom never called it friendship or love.
Tom simply called it honesty.
Some weeks passed
Tom lived in a converted factory on the edge of the city.
Steel staircases.
Concrete floors.
Glass walls.
Black metal everywhere.
The place felt less like a house and more like an extension of Tom himself.
Minimal.
Disciplined.
Purposeful.
Sven found himself spending more and more time there. He loved playing with master Tom and his slave. And he sure enjoyed seeing them in skinhead gear and rubber gear.
Sometimes they spent entire evenings playing with each other.
Other times they sat in silence with cuddling.
Oddly, Sven enjoyed both equally.
One evening they stood in front of a huge warehouse window overlooking the city.
Rain hammered against the glass.
Tom folded his arms.
"Do you know why most people are unhappy?"
Sven shrugged.
"No."
"They spend their lives trying to become what other people expect."
The answer lingered in the air.
Tom continued.
"They wear masks for everyone."
Family.
Friends.
Colleagues.
Partners.
Then they forget who they really are."
Sven stared into the darkness beyond the window.
The words struck deeper than he wanted to admit.
Because he recognized himself in them.
For years he had adapted.
Adjusted.
Compromised.
Always trying to fit.
Always trying to belong.
Yet somehow never feeling like he truly did.
Tom turned toward him.
"What do you see when you look at yourself?"
Sven hesitated.
The truthful answer surprised him.
"Potential."
Tom smiled.
"Good."
The transformation began shortly afterward.
Not because Tom demanded it.
Because Tom had a way of making people confront truths they already knew.
The first step was the hair.
Sven had been thinking about it for weeks.
One Saturday afternoon Tom led him into a room that resembled an old-fashioned barber shop.
A chair stood in the center.
A mirror covered one wall.
A set of clippers rested quietly on a counter.
Nothing else.
No speeches.
No pressure.
Tom simply looked at him.
"Still thinking about it?"
Sven nodded.
His stomach tightened.
Tom stepped aside.
"The choice is yours."
For several moments neither moved.
Then Sven sat down with a hard one Tome noticed. You enjoy it already I see he said. Tom put his hard cock out of his rubber bleachers and stood in frond of Sven. Just suck it and I will make you a perfect skinhead.
The clippers buzzed to life and Sven began to suck Master’s cock as he had never done before.
A deep mechanical sound filled the room.
Suddenly the moment felt far bigger than a haircut.
The first pass removed a strip of hair from the center of his head.
Dark strands drifted slowly to the floor.
The transformation was immediate.
The softer edges disappeared.
The uncertainty disappeared with them.
With every pass of the clippers he felt something falling away.
Not hair.
Doubt.
When Tom finally switched off the machine, silence returned.
Sven looked at his reflection. With the wet razor making it even more smooth Tom finished the job and so did Sven as Tom needed to cum. He let Sven bent over his head and cum like he had hold it for weeks over the fresh shaved head of Sven. The warm cum over the fresh shaved head with reflections in the mirror made Sven cum in his bleachers as well. With moaning of both the shaving of Sven’s head was finished.
His scalp was smooth.
His features sharper.
Stronger.
More direct.
Tom placed a hand briefly on his shoulder.
"There you are."
The simple words hit harder than any compliment ever had.
The piercings came a few days later.
One at a time.
A small steel ring.
Then another and of course also a septum like the other slave of Tom.
Then heavier jewelry.
Each addition felt strangely natural.
Not decoration.
Expression.
The man staring back from the mirror looked increasingly like the person Sven had imagined for years but never allowed himself to become.
Tom never praised the changes.
He never needed to.
A nod.
A look.
That was enough.
The final step came on a cold evening.
The factory was quiet.
Most of the lights had been turned off.
Only the workshop remained illuminated.
Rows of rubber garments hung from industrial rails.
Black.
Perfect.
Almost architectural.
Sven had admired them countless times.
Tonight felt different.
Tom stood beside one rack.
Waiting.
Not speaking.
A pair of folded rubber trousers rested nearby.
Beside them lay a matching shirt.
Heavy skinheadboots stood on the floor.
Everything prepared.
Everything intentional.
Sven felt his pulse quicken.
Not from fear.
From significance.
He understood what this moment represented.
The culmination of a few weeks.
Tom finally spoke.
"My present as a Master to you and if you put it on together with the leather collar with chain you decide you want to become my slave. Do you want this?"
Sven looked at the clothing.
Then at his own reflection in the mirror.
Then back at Tom.
"Yes."
Tom nodded.
"Then do it properly."
Slowly Sven changed.
The rubber shirt settled across his shoulders like a second skin.
The trousers followed.
Then the skinheadboots.
When he finally stood upright, the transformation felt almost complete. Tom made it complete with the leather collar around Sven’s neck and the chain in his hand.
Sven loved the look. Not because of the clothing itself.
Because of what it represented.
Acceptance.
Identity.
Belonging.
For several seconds neither man spoke.
Sven looked at his reflection.
The shaved head.
The steel piercings.
The black rubber.
The skinhead boots. The leather collar with the chain.
Everything felt right.
Not rebellious.
Simply right.
Tom stepped beside him.
The two men stood shoulder to shoulder before the mirror.
Looking at the same reflection.
At the same future.
Finally Tom smiled and kissed Sven intense. Of course it ended with a long horny evening.
They were happy together as a Master with 2 slaves and who knows maybe more.
I dont know when will my turn come
The Cage
Here I am, sitting in a steel cage, a long penis gag in my mouth with my wrists and ankles locked into a rigid bondage bar. It’s been an hour and I’m starting to get very sore arms and my back is starting to spasm. How the fuck do I get into these situations?
A few hours earlier I had been wandering though Soho at a loose end and looking for a bit of fun. As I passed one of the fetish shops I browsed the window and was handed a flier for a party in one of the clubs. They have a dungeon bar in their cellar and tonight it was open for fun. There was a strict entry dress requirement – leather only… Well that was OK; I was in thick leather jeans and my boots with a black polo shirt. Should be fine.
The guy on the door was a tall, muscle-bound hunk in a tight black T shirt and Jeans who gave me a look over and waved me on through so I headed off down the stairs following the sound of the music and the babble of many guys chatting and having fun. As I stepped into the space I saw that I was fairly early, still floor and bar space free but quite a few guys in every kind of leather from bikers to a few in leather jocks and harness. Some great bodies on show too….
Also I saw there were three cages, all currently empty, in a line down the middle of the bar.
I caught the eye of the barman, a young guy in bondage shorts and a harness, and ordered a beer. When he brought it I asked about the cages. He explained that they were open to anyone but that there were conditions. He pointed at the first of them where a skinhead was being led over by another barman also in shorts and harness.
It was a tall standing cage. Hanging from the top was a steel head cage and there were restraints already locked ready. The skinhead was in black boots and Bleachers. He had a tough looking body, muscle and with some tattoos across his taut abdomen and shoulders. He was backed into the cage and the barman buckled up and tightened the restraints on his boots, spreading his legs as far as the narrow cage would allow and then pulled his wrists to the back at each side, buckling them in too. The guy was obviously getting very hard. Then the head cage was opened. It hinged on one side. The skin’s head was pushed back so his neck was in the tight collar. At that point I noticed that the front had a built in gag. A long rubber dildo; must have been 120mm long. As the front of the cage was pushed shut it forced it’s way into his mouth pushing his chin down so the cage would only just close. I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he fought the gag reflex and swallowed repeatedly. A padlock was clicked in place locking the head cage. The guy’s cock got even harder and he struggled a bit to test out the bondage – he could hardly move a muscle! The barman shut the front of the cage clicking on three padlocks on the sections of the door. The front pushed against the Skinheads chest; it was not much space at all! He flipped a card sign from ‘Vacant’ to ‘Engaged’.
I turned back to the guy behind the bar and asked what were the conditions. ‘Well that one is that you have to stay locked in all night and you have to take any tit-clamps or pegs that anyone wants to apply. He’s going to hurt a lot and be very sore in the morning!’ was the answer.
I looked at the other two cages. One was a doggy cage with a neck restraint on one end and restraints in each corner for wrists and ankles. Next to it was a rubber hood with a large funnel attached, the hose running into a long rubber gag. It was obvious what that one was for! Poking into the back was a fuck machine. That one would be an intense night!
The third cage was a little higher and lying inside were a rigid double wrist ankle bar, a gag and a cock chastity cage. ‘What’s the deal there?’ I asked. ‘You stay all night in the cage locked into the bar with the gag in. There may be a little electro if it takes guys fancy; actually usually does. If you ask to get out then you have to wear the chastity cage all week and go back into the cage next weekend for another go.’ was the answer. The barman grinned at me. ‘You tough enough?’ he asked. By this time I was hard and feeling very horny. It had been months since I had a good bondage session and my hormones were racing… I turned and looked him in the eye and said ‘Hell yes but only if it’s you who puts me into it and you put the chastity cage on now’.
His grin got even wider and he came out from behind the bar and caught me by the back of the neck.
So here I am. I watched the bar fill up. I watched a leather biker guy get locked into the third cage; the zip in the back of his leathers pulled down and the fuck machine introduced to his butt. It’s been punching away for about an hour now. He’s right in front of me so I know he’s cum at least twice. Every so often my barman comes over and puts some lube onto the dildo and then grins at me. He gave some guys a mean twin pinwheel linked to an estim box and pointed them in my direction. Fuck that hurt when they ran it over my tits. Then they went off to have a piss; into the funnel of course.
I should have found this place years ago but fuck, my back and arms hurt. Perhaps if I give in and want out just before closing-time they will make me come back next week; now there’s a thought…
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(Fiction) After years of envy, he finally invited me, there was no way to not take that chance. He did not even wait at my arrival, within 30 minutes i geared me up and chained me into that room i had seen in clips all those years. But then he left the room…
For hours i was excited, could not believe it was me standing here like that now, helpless, mute, blind and a dick straining in the tiny chastity cage under the rubber, but it got exhausting, standing there, getting hotter in the rubber, and nothing happening.
It took another few hours before i heard someone enter again and shortly after then he finally talked to me: 'I have officially released my previous slave boy now. Unfortunately he could no longer stay my permanent rubbered toy object living in this dungeon room.
It took a while to find and bribe the right 'officer' at the airport to allow him using your return ticket to get on the plane, but he is on his way now, will surely settle well in your former home. Lucky me though, i do not have to be without a helpless toy object at all, now that you have taken his place. I hope you remember how the house and this playroom looked like, because you won't be seeing anymore for the coming decades, let alone leave this room again. (Clip: Lxzentai2014/ferubber)
F*ck… what the… this cannot be true…. but at the same time… that dick in the tiny chastity cage strained as hard as never before…
Pretty cool scene - love the clanking and rattling
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Welcome to your new home!
(Fiction) It started as a joke. MY buddy and I were here in the country for a weekend festival, arrived a few days earlier to enjoy the location a little more as well. The first day after arrival we took a hike in te surrounding areas, quite anumbre historical stuff was to find alongside one of the paths we chose.
During that hike we encountered those stocks, well, not really historical, definitely some rebuild of something that may have been in the past. But we joked around it, with nobody else around, i got my buddy locked in for a while, the upper half of the device was secured with a wedge, so there was no escaping, then i did some slapping his butt, twisting his nipples, well, you know... the playful mean streak.
Of course he insisted in getting me locked in also, while hesitant at first, he convinced me to still agree. Once in the stocks though, he laughed, a loud 'payback time' then followed and he explained that he'd be finishing the hike by himself, leaving me helpless stuck hre, if i got lucky, he'd be back later today, unless he might want to leave me overnight suffering here eventually, i'd jsuthave to wait and see.
While i of course cursed at him and shouted plenty swear words at him, he still just left, grabbing his backpack and then walking away along the path into the woods, soon enough he was no longer to see or hear.
I was truly stuck, i tried, but no matter ho much i tried, those holes holding my wrists were just a tiny bit too small for me to get free, even if that would cause a lot pain, i gave it the best shot, but realized i would nto succeed, i was stuck and would have to wait, in this awkward posture bent over here, though i stil hoped someone else may pass and helpme out here.
It must have been at least three or four hours though before someone showed up, not my buddy, but 4 guys that seemed local, i could not at all understand what they said to each other. What i did notice was one of them pointing at me while shouting at the others with laughter in his voice, the rest laughing loud right with him then.
While i kept shouting at them then ongoing to let me out of this ordeal they treated me clearly in ways not indicating that intent. One in front of me lifted my head by my hair brutally, laughed into my face, slapped me twice, then joined the others that were behind me and to my sides.
Slaps on my butt weren't the worst, nipples not just twisted but terribly painful squeezed, my junk grabbed and squeezed painfully, and all i could do was shout in pain and shouting for release. I tried kicking them with my feet, the only free parts of my body giving me at least some defense mechanism, but the went around that, on both sides, one each holding my leg down and preventing me from kicking, another removing my rather long boot laces, quickly looping those around my ankles and then loping the ends around the wooden plank i stood on, tightening expertly quickly to anchor my foot, still int he loose boots, firmly on the floor planks, unable to lift them up from there, removing the last defense ability i had.
Maybe my kicking attempts made them angry, but it escalated then fast. All together they started ripping my clothes off, the shirt, the tee, the shorts as well ans my undies, leaving me standing naked in the boots, captured in the stocks helplessly.
The worst then was my dick, continued grabs, ball slaps, butt slaps and nipple stists, added to the bondage in the stocks, i got hard, and that was the sign for them to go all the way. not just were the slaps, squeezes and twists a lot rougher by all of them, each of them also fucked my helpless exposed butt under the laughter of the others.
Finally with each having left a load of their jizz up my butt, one of them stood in front and spoke in broken but still understandable English:
'Nice ass, will be useful during weekend party also. You may wonder about your buddy, we caught him hours ago, he's stuck hanging off the tree in our camp in the woods over there, gave up your location easily before we fucked him also earlier.
Tourists, some of you still make that mistake of not checking out what areas you should or should not walk through, this one is clearly knows as dangerous and to be avoided, so whatever happens here to you is basically your own fault. We have quite the reputation and status around here, not even the locals dare coming here, knowing the dangers, hell, they use this area sometimes even to get rid of people they want to disappear, we gladly make use of that of course, there's good money to make from that.
I am guessing you are here for the festival, tough luck though, we have our own party here during that time, many of those coming for the festival also have, let's call it 'other' interests, we provide those to the fullest.
Your buddy already gave away where you stay, that motel is owned by the uncle of one of our own, so it won't be an issue to make you two disappear from there.
You two will just hang out waiting where you are until tomorrow evening when out own weekend festivities start. To the visitors you're just 'part o the event', nobody will know the details, because the one thing we always ensure is to prepare our newest victims from the start to never give away the truth, at the end, when we're done enjoying your two, there's a buyer for each of you to find easily, so a few weeks from now you're somewhere else on the planet fully enslaved into whatever that buyer wants to have fro you.
Now lets get the preparations done and then leave you take in the new situation fully, as there's no way out for sure.'
They left briefly, obviously it was not too far to walk where they went, coming back with a large duffel bag, placing it behind me so i could not see.
I had to let it happen from then on, helplessly unable to prevent any of it. First a chain was placed around my waist, it did not seem heavy or thick, nut stil considerable, another in the meantime worked on my genitals, placing a base ring around them, that ring being already connected up to the chain around my waist, on the bottom of that rng two more chains dangling, being pulled between my spread legs to the back, across eack of my butt cheeks and then with use of an open chainlink, hooked on tot he waist chain and using heavy tools, that open chain link got closed completely, likewise an open link connected that waist chain tight enough not to slip anymore, all that then ensured that base ring would sit firm on the skin, not move away for any reason.
Then what i feared followed, one of them worked on my dick, not really hard having heard everything earlier and knowing what they did was certainly not a fun game, so placing that half cup over the tip of my almost limp dick was not an issue, neither was the pushing it then back into the body all the way and further, this was one of those negative cages, once the flat front plate hit the base ring, they slid it in place and locked it, then used a false key to push it into the lock and break it off, there was no way to open that unless cutting it off, and it sat so tight on my dick and dick, cutting would be a huge problem for sure also.
They hooked another chain in the center back of the waist chain then, before it realised i felt then something pushed into my butt, having been fucked by the 4 earlier, i screamed out though as that dildo they used now was bigger than either of their dicks, barely managing under massive pain to get it passed the muscles finally, panting heavily then while i had to feel that extra chain being pulled through a ring int e dildo's base, after having been pushed inside all the 8 inches and then that chain gor hooked on to the basering in the front also, that extra chain in my butt crack holding that dildo locked in was not permanent, but could be removed at need.
Coming to my front then, i heard that guy again: 'Obviously that ass of yours will get a hell lot of use during the coming weekend, our dick however is no longer of any use to anyone, so deservingly disappeared permanently back where it came from. But now it's time to also ensure you won't be screaming, shouting or begging anymore, buckle up, this isn't going to be pleasant either.'
One of them pulled my head upwards to the maximum, another placed nose hooks into my nose, pulling that over my head and anchoring it around the wooden stocks around my neck made sure i would not be able to lower my head without ripping my nose off. It also kept my mouth slightly open, that tension now on my head pushed up and backward no longer allowed much.
What followed clearly was something they seemed doing constantly, too well done too quick, too accurate was every move on it. Two very long tubes were inserted, one in each of my nose holes, The guy pushing those also had spe weird looking steel item down my throat and checked visually while pushing the tubes deeper and deeper, i heard him even tall that he is guiding both into the lung tube several inches deep. I could not do anything, felt the sting, the weird feel when tubes go into the nose but also hen they start going down the throat.
But once he was satisfied and no longer checked, just the final inch sticking out of the nose, he smeared the ends with something before pushing those completely inside, deep enough to be barely visible anymore, but clearly present and felt by me, also noticing that breahting, while possible though them, was slightly limited now.
But the bad one followed then, a mouth spreader forcing my jaw as open as it can get first, i then say that enormously long and much thicker tube, without delay he started pushing that down my throat, telling me to keep swallowing, pausing when i threw up, which happened quite a lot the first few minutes and inches, but he kept pushing relentlessly. Finally after endless choking, coughing and misery, i saw the end of that tube, its end was holding something weird, on closer look then i saw... Just like those full teeth and gum covers you may use as bite guard or i remembered to be used to whiten teeth, basically something to bite into, leading deep into your mouth, do that upper and lower teeth, almost all of your mouth is covered, just this stuff here was hard silicone muth piece, then softer silicone tubing, not only attached at the back part to that tube, but also attached shaped to seal itself on to the upper gum while fully enclosing and covering the tongue under the bottom part. HE again used that fluid, generously pored it into the bite part of the whole, then pushed the tube deeper and deeper until he was able to align those bites to my upper and lower teeth, remove that mouth spreader and nose hook in the process and once done, two of them held my head apropriately to force my mouth shut with pressure applied for at least two minutes.
I did feel the last push of that tube, suddenly it felt softer back int he throat, while holding me he explained that also: 'We took many attempts, but a generous buyer finally came with the perfect method needed and supplies up also with the needed since then.
As you felt, that feeding tube is hard only deeper down your throat, so anyone fucking your throat will actually only feel the soft silicone parts, even when fucking a few inches more down the throat, a perfect feel while not having any distraction from your side, the mouth spreader will be in all weekend, but if removed, you can actually close your mouth and nothing is visible, likewise nothing is seen at the nose.
But as you may or may not know, vocal noises happen when air passes the vocal cord. Not only are those cords restricted by the large tube down your throat, also all air coming from your lungs goes directly via the nose tubes, no nothing passes those vocal cords anymore. No taking, no grunting, no shouting, no begging,no tellin anythine, you're silent. The glue used is medical grade, without special dissolvent, it will keep remain bonded to your skin, gums and teeth, so nonte of the tubes will come out or has the need to come out either, you can be perfectly fine fed and obviously mouth fucked through it. Be happy, you wont taste a thing anymore of course, so whoever pisses down that throat can do so wohtput you even realizing other than the fill of your stomach.
Until end of the party you stay as you are, nobody will know that you're not voluntarily here, after that we'll move you to our camp and once we're done having our fun, you'll find out where you end up soon enough.
Now enjoy the the rest of today and tomorrow before the party, we'll be back looking after you tomorrow evening.'
Then he left and ,my initial attempt to swear, curse and shout at him made me immediately aware... nothing... total silence... fuck...
Strange enough though, the helpless situation, bondage as real as it can get, the realization of him taking away my ability to speak, that painful dildo back there felt on every attempted move when my butt muscles squeezed around that intruder and it moved ever so slightly, that realization of the power they had over me now, total and complete... it made my dick attempt... just attempt, because the futility and pain related to that made me try focussing on anything but horny stuff quickly...
Not just losing voice and freedom, but also ability to have any pleasure down there for whatever reason it may happen, damn...
The remainder of the time waiting i spent trying to find a way to signal anyone to help me, but i came up empty, nothing i could think of would work, i was just a 'party favor' here and whatever happened after, i did nto even want to think of either... fuck.. fuck... fuck...
Nice try, you fuckin nerd >:D
Pajamas for your boy. Seems a bit restless. He'll fa' asleep!"