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[joshslater]

Fucked by your own prank

This is a story by rubberpupthoughts that I expanded a bit in a reblog. The original post from him had a more explicit photo, different room, different guy, different angle, but very similar pose. The tumblr heuristic, or diligent gnomes, found it to break their content guidelines, so it was blocked. A while back he posted his original story again with a new photo, so I dug up the old text I had and gave it a quick polish.

From the dark room, Jake listened. Guys hooted to loud music and cheered others on as they drank. The frat party downstairs was in full swing. He flicked on his phone to illuminate Ryan’s messy room and walked over to his bed. Once there he wondered why he hadn’t just flicked the light switch. Nervousness perhaps. He’d been working for this for months, and finally he was about to get even with the bane of his existence, Ryan the asshole, tormentor of not just Jake but quite a few of the other freshmen as well.

“Time to turn you into the pathetic fuckboi you deserve to be,” he mumbled and started to tap the headboard, the pillow, and other parts of the bed while whispering the incantation. The bed’s half made sheets stirred and briefly shed a faint light.

Jake grinned. The spell was placed. No one knew he studied magic on his free time. If Ryan knew he would probably beat Jake for that as well, telling him what a DnD nerd he was.

A light knock on the door made Jake jump. He dropped his phone on a sweatshirt on the floor, from which it bounced under the bed with a rattle. His failed attempt to catch it made him trip over a pair of sneakers on the floor, but caught himself on the bed. Jake realized too late what a mistake he had made.

An invisible force pulled him into the air by his wrists and ankles. It threw him against the headboard and pulled his ankles over his head. Magic ropes materialized from nothing and securely held him in place in an awkward position, ass up. He knew no physical force would be able to snap the ropes or pull him out of his position. He also knew the spell wasn’t finished with him yet.

Like sand Jake’s clothes fell off his body and disappeared into nothing. His body hair disappeared in the same way. Lastly a small shock shivered through his body as his exposed asshole was filled with cold lube and started oozing out.

Jake struggled against the magic bonds, even though he knew it was pointless. He would be stuck, fully exposed, in the dark room for 666 minutes. Unless he had made a mistake in his research or his incantation of course. Goosebumps tickled their way across his butt and he was starting to get an erection as the last parts of the spell took action. A few passages from an old Egyptian spell that would have kept Ryan hot and horny while trapped. He had wondered what it would feel like, and now he would learn.

The knock rapped again, but no one entered. When Jake heard light footsteps leading away, he relaxed. Maybe he could unravel the spell before anyone found him. He opened his mouth to whisper an unbinding spell, but instead a loud moan came out. The trap worked as intended.

More footsteps, leading back to the room. The door flung open and the lights flooded the room. It was Ryan leading a girl into the room.

“Don’t worry, the guys won’t bother us up here. What’s wrong?”

Ryan followed the gaze of his girl to see Jake, ass-up, in bed.

“What the fuck, dude!” “Maybe I should leave you boys alone,” the girl snickered. “No, baby! It’s not like that!” “Sure. Whatever.”

Ryan cursed as his hook-up stomped away. He spun around with a clenched fist, and Jake renewed his struggle against the spell.

“Well, since you ruined my night,” Ryan growled. He walked over and placed a warm hand on Jake’s buttcheek, then ran his thumb over Jake’s lubed hole. Jake moaned loudly despite himself.

“I don’t normally do dudes, but a fleshlight is a fleshlight. I think I’ll get some action after all. Maybe some more brothers want to have a go once I’m done.”

[maningup]

Neighborly Things

#1 Be Kind

Mr. Cook was always of the belief that neighbors should help each other out. So when he was working on his house that afternoon and Manuel Ramirez came out to complain about the noise, the older man was stunned. Apparently, the young man was doing something called ‘streaming’ and the machines were too loud. Now the older man had no idea how all that streaming nonsense worked, but Ramirez had a point: the noise had been happening for a while. Mr. Cook had to face facts, he wasn’t the young buck he used to be. A simple job was harder to accomplish with one man. But Manuel on the other hand? There was potential there.

“I agree with ya, neighbor. Can’t move like I used to. Why don’t you help me out?” Mr. Cook stated, rubbing the back of his neck, defeated.

“Wha?” Manuel barely got out as a nailing gun was shoved into his hands. He stumbled back, almost falling over before slamming a solid foot down. The teen’s body rumbled. Then the growth started. He was taller in minutes and his body came in perfect; two heavy pecs with six abs situated under it. Luckily the clothes on his lower body stayed. Mr. Cook wasn’t sure what he’d have done if his neighbor ended up naked.

Manuel matured into the exact type of man Mr. Cook needed for this project. The man got straight to work without even being asked. Mr. Cook laughed as the new man was about to make some real money in the home improvement department around the block…and possibly ruin some marriages. It made Mr. Cook think back to his younger days, wooing the rich married couples was half the fun.

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#2 Don’t Trespass

Mr. Cook hadn’t even gotten his pool together. His fence was up. But there was still so much more work to be done on his house. Sadly, Manuel had too many other projects around town to do. Never even talked about that ‘streaming’ stuff anymore. Mr. Cook felt good he had helped clear the young man of that stress. But now Mr. Cook had a stressor. He’d seen it on the Neighborhood app: boys around town were stealing rocks from his backyard to place in other people’s lawn. Some real suburban entertainment foolishness right there.

These weren’t regular rocks, they were decorative pieces for his pool, but did the boys care? No. Which Mr. Cook was flabbergasted by. They were neighbors. Okay, maybe not direct neighbors, but it was all one neighborhood. One division of town that separated them from the rest. If they didn't have each other's backs, who would? Then the solution came to him. A way for the young men bored out of their minds to find meaning.

The next time someone tried to steal his rocks, Mr. Cook was in the kitchen making a sandwich. He heard the grunting first, then clothes tearing. He cleaned his hands, stepping outside. A smile was on his face. Not just one neighborhood hooligan, but two, attempting to steal his rocks. Unlike Manuel, their clothes came straight off. Their bodies bulked rapidly as if they had been starving for it . Mr. Cook shook his head as two men rolled on the ground stroking their dicks. Thankfully, his fence was up. When they were done covering each other in white glaze, he handed them tool belts, two new employees.

“Where would you like these to go Mr. Cook?” Rick would ask, while John held a wheelbarrow full of rocks that had to be moved.

Mr. Cook gave a silent approval to the toned bodies under his command. He appreciated their subconscious-fueled growth that made their natural outfits be their birthday suits. What was better than watching the male form in its most purest state at work? Very nice of his neighbors to take on his house as a project. At night, fully-clothed they made for pretty good watch dogs to deter future rocks from being stolen.

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# 3 Do Favors

When a neighbor asks for help, it's only right to help. Mr. Cook believed it deeply and boy, did he need help. His last two workers were killing it outside, but they were very unskilled at indoor labor (i.e. panting a house.) He couldn’t quite reach up without his back killing him. He had ordered a pizza and wouldn’t you know it, Francisco from down the street was the pizza boy. He was trying to make some money before college. Well, Mr. Cook had a better offer. He took the pizza and gave his neighbor a paint brush. The young man looked confused expecting a tip. Mr. Cook smiled, knowing Francisco was about to get something much better than a tip. Francsico’s body exploded with muscle on Mr. Cook’s porch. 

The older Francisco stepped inside. He lost his shirt but had on a nice pair of sweatpants. He walked up the steps already knowing where to go. Mr. Cook followed behind, ignoring the ass practically clapping in his face. Two pillows forced inside a thin layer.  Francisco got to work on the walls as his pants repeatedly fell down throughout the process, too small for his bubble butt.

Mr. Cooks rubbed his neck, “You know we’re inside, if it’s uncomfortable to keep those on. You should work with them off. Consider it a favor from me to you, just being neighborly by offering.”

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# 4 Improve the View

It's all the neighbors responsibility to ensure their neighborhood stays beautified. Mr. Cook certainly took his part seriously. When he caught Paul McGill littering, he put a stop to it right there. The young man barely knew what hit him as the tool belt cinched around his waist. Muscles piled in, happily filling in his form. He rose inches up into the air as body broke free of his constraints. His balls sagged lower as his ass pushed out. His face re-adjust, hairline slightly receding, jaw squaring, as a mustache grew over his lip zipping right past the peach fuzz phase.

Now Mr. Cook could lay in his backyard on a lawn chair and see the view of the newest Mr. McGill’s ass when working. The best view, as the man had four kids and anyone could tell his body put in the work making them.

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# 5 Just Because 

Mr. Cook always needed help around the house. Sometimes he didn’t even know what he needed help for. Honestly, he could admit it was his own damn fault for moving into a DIY suburban home. Huge property, so many projects. So, there were times the specific reason eluded even him. Then again, he liked being surrounded by barely clothed and nude men who reminded him of himself: hard workers.

The two new men he’d recently “hired” to work on his roof?

He couldn't even remember their names, maybe they had bumped into him, or said something weird. Regardless, the result was great, wasn’t it? Muscle tits out in the summer sun, buns being cooked by sunset. Mr. Cook was sure the two were making out whenever he wasn’t checking up on them. It was hard to be overly competent and attractive without getting another man turned on. Mr. Cook could relate. Even harder to spend days bending over, and squatting down, when neither men wore underwear.

Then when a baseball came through his window and landed surrounded by glass. Mr. Cook sighed after nearly having a heart attack. Lee Sung was at his door minutes later. Mr. Cook rolled his eyes, walking the boy in. The kid apologized but had no plans for how to fix the window. There were tons of men working on the house who could have fixed it easily, but to Mr. It was about the principle of the thing. Whoever breaks it should fix it. However, with the team he had at that point, that was flimsy reasoning even for him. His hand fell on Lee’s shoulder from behind as Mr. Cook reached into his pocket and placed a tape measure at the center of Lee’s chest. On impact a shock wave traveled through Lee as his body changed. A man had replaced the boy in seconds, his overall’s had ripped and not repaired itself, becoming the new style, while his shirt had been obliterated by his pecs and shoulders, making it obsolete. Mr. Cook looked over him, satisfied, before letting his newest employee get to work.

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When Mr. Cook, with Manuel’s help, published his Five Neighborly Tips on his fence, people laughed thinking it was a joke, especially #5. What was ‘Just Because’?  At the neighborhood watch meeting he’d shared it was very serious. There were steps he believed they could all take to be a bit more thoughtful of each other. It was only fair to provide people with his expectations. After all, most would come to find he’d be the only one winning in the end when he practically had an entire worker’s commune walking into his house, disappearing until the night. 

People started to whisper about what really went on at Mr. Cook’s house. Yet when they heard a saw, drill, or leaf blower for hours it was hard to argue otherwise. However, despite how many men he added on, none of the projects ever seemed to get fixed. There were always more men, always more work to do. Eventually people get bored of trying to guess. The litany of workers would never stop, and it was just a fact of life.

Mr. Cook reached a point where he barely had to lift a finger or voice his opinion on a project. His men knew what he liked. Them shirtless, ass and cocks out if possible, and the job completed immaculately. The man sat lounging in a hammock underneath shade, as the men worked dutifully. His neighbor had understood the tips; he knew they would and if they ever didn’t there was always another spot waiting to be filled. 

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[joshslater]

Wrapped

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“The couple over at table 5 invite you to join them”, said the bartender as he sat down my third whiskey sour in front of me. I turned in the direction he had nodded and saw a couple in their fifties raising their glasses towards me. This was weird, unexpected, and not really what I was after. It’s just my third day as single again, and my plan for the evening was really just to get drunk on whiskey sour. Not having to talk to anyone I knew about how everything would be just right, how I really was the lucky one, and how I deserved better. Not having to talk to strangers was kind of also in the plan. I wasn’t looking for a date for sure. I knew better than doing that inside of a month, perhaps a quarter of quarantine. Not looking for a fuck either, certainly not in this place. This was a place for business cocktails and middle class date nights.

I raised my sour in response and started to walk towards the couple. They looked very business like. She in an impractical business smart dress, and he wearing black suit, white shirt and a crimson tie. He was in good shape, clean shaven and his salt and pepper in a short, upper management hair style. She looked a bit softer at a first glance, with shoulder length brown hair and subtle makeup, but there was something about her look that made me feel she just pretended to be unimportant. They could just as easily be working together as being married. Or this was an office affair, though why would they want more witnesses? Why would they want to talk to me at all was really the question, and the reason why I was heading their way at all.

“Good evening” I attempted before reaching the table. “Good evening! I’m Rick, this is Julia.” he says, offering up his hand, as does she. “Hi, I’m Marc”, trying to not wince at his overly firm handshake. Hers is fine. “Hi Marc. We thought you looked a bit lonely and down at the bar. We figured, it’s been an hour and a half, so if you waited for someone you’d been stood up.” “No, I’m here solo, in all meanings of the word.”

It’s not like me to start blurting out personal information to strangers, but I figured they brought it onto themselves. It kind of felt good to give a summary to someone completely unrelated and unbiased. They were great listeners too, following up with questions, reflections or encouraging words of support. There weren’t quite my parents age, but them being so much older put me in a talking-to-your-elders mode. I really enjoyed it, and time flew past.

My first thought was that I was swallowing my tongue, or that it was somehow damaged. It was hot, I was thirsty, and I had no idea where I was or what was going on. It felt like it took way too long to click that I was wearing football gear, and that it wasn’t my tongue but the mouth guard I was feeling in my mouth. I spat it out and could feel it bounce back against my chin, attached as it was to the face mask front rail. My heart was racing and my disoriented head was full of questions.

I appeared to be in a small motel room, laying on top of the bed. Morning light flooded the room from the window where no curtains had been drawn. Nothing hurt or felt way off, except for me being hot and parched. I tried recall my last memory. I had followed them to their car for some reason. What did we do after I followed them to the car? Did I agree to this? I sat up in the bed and felt something weird shifting and applying pressure in my ass. I looked over myself. I was wearing generic football gear with no specific team affiliation. Cleats, socks, pants, pads, jersey, gloves, helmet, everything. I was fully covered. I couldn’t remember the last time I had stuff like this on. Must have been before graduation. I never liked team sports.

I took off my gloves and threw them on the bed, and proceeded to take off my helmet. It wasn’t going gracefully. The air-conditioned motel room air was a blessing on my steamed head. I stood up, again feeling some weird tugs both in my ass and my dick, and carefully walked to the bathroom, afraid to damage the hotel interior with my bulky, padded frame. Not that anything looked expensive.

Besides the sports outfit, I looked the same as always. No shaved head or freaky piercings in the face at least. Greedily I began to drink from the tap, but it was difficult wearing all the shit. I clumsily removed the jersey and the shoulder pads, wearing nothing but a long sleeve under armour top on my upper body, and again attacked the tap. Man, was I thirsty. I must have drunk half a gallon. Feeling a bit better I followed that by removing the cleats, the socks and the padded pants, leaving only the under armour pants. There was a massive bulge as if I had a raging hard on, more impressive than what I could actually produce. Weirder still, I didn’t feel any hard on. Touching it I couldn’t feel my dick.

I lowered the tights and a large, semi-erect black rubber cock fell out. What’s more, it looked like the rest of the body that showed was also black rubber. What the fuck? I quickly lowered the leggings all the way and stepped out of them. My feet were bare, but the rest of my lower body was shining, black rubber. I quickly yanked off the under armour top as well, and found more of the same. My hands were bare, as were my head, but the rest of me was shiny black. I tried to stick my finger in between the skin and the rubber sleeve where my hand came out, but it was like it was glued on. I couldn’t see or feel any zippers anywhere either. There were a few lines that showed different pieces coming together, as if it had been built in place, but they were almost completely smooth to the touch.

Again, and I can’t stress this enough, what the fuck? My mind was racing with questions. Was this dangerous? I wouldn’t be able to control my body temperature that well, since I can’t sweat, so I should stay as cool as possible. Or perhaps sweat would loosen the glue, and I should try to sweat as much as possible. If it was glued in place, how long until the shedding of skin would make it loose? What else can’t I do while in this thing?

My gaze shifted back down to the protruding dick. How well set up was I for number one and number two? That would be the first immediate problem if I couldn’t get this off. Hesitantly I felt my ass with my hand. Instead of an asshole I found a small, protruding nub. Just touching it I could feel the vibrations going up my ass, hitting my prostate. So that’s what that was. Some fucking prostate massaging butt plug. I gave it a tug. Nothing. I grabbed it between my fingers and began twisting, and without much resistance it started turning. With increased confidence I started to unscrew the plug, which was probably 10-15 twists until it came loose, and spilled out warm liquid on my fingers. Two seconds later I was hit by the smell and really regretted not standing in the shower. It was rank. Far worse than any normal dump. No floor mat, thank God, but I realized that I was leaking more ass fluid than I first thought. It was running down my legs, which I couldn’t feel for the rubber.

I quickly stepped into the shower and turned it on. It sounded like when you started to fill up a blow up kiddy pool, as the water from the garden hose hits the plastic sitting on the grass. But now it was rubber on top of me instead of on a grassy back yard. I looked at the plug in my hand. It was quite narrow, but it was longer than I would have liked. Though it came straight out of me, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know what it felt like. With my other hand I started to feel my ass. There was a pretty rigid tapped hole where my asshole should be, and I could feel nothing but threads with my finger. Whatever had been done went up deep. If I didn’t want to cosplay as a leaking septic tank I would have to keep the plug in for now. Perhaps I could shorten the length of the plug, but I also didn’t want any sharp edges inserted into my colon, and I didn’t want to damage the plug beyond use.

While in the shower I slowly reinserted and felt a shiver of pleasure as I pressed the plug in place. It was even worse once I began to screw it back in. I didn’t want it to feel as good as it did, and the rubber slowly rotating further and further in made me even hornier. Not that it would show, as the over sized rubber dick protruding from my front was in a constant erect state. With my leaky bottom fully plugged I decided to give the dick a try as well, and relieved my bladder. Holding it gave me almost no sensory feedback. I could feel a tug at the base of my dick if I really moved it around, but otherwise nothing. Slowly a trickle of piss dribbled out of a small opening at the end of my cojoined dildo. What would normally have been a 10 second affair took minutes, but at least it worked.

I used the shower head to hose the disgusting fluids off the floor and down the floor drain. My reflex stepping out of the shower was to grab the hotel towel off the rack, but immediately realized that I was more or less dry already. The head was wet of course, but nothing much stuck to the slick surface of my rubber body. One positive at least.

I looked at all the athletic gear again. I have no idea where this hotel room is, but no matter where I can’t go out without putting something back on. I need shoes, so cleats are in, as are the socks. I need to hide the dick somehow, so the padded pants are in. It would be enough to just have the under armour top, leaving the helmet, shoulder pads and jersey. That would look weird as hell though.

I waked to the desk and opened the room folder. This was the Marriott Courtyard near the south highway off ramp. It would be at least a 30 minute walk from here back home. There was so much I didn’t know. What happened to me? Where are my other clothes, phone, keys and wallet? Is this room under my name? Did I check in myself? Suddenly I felt overwhelmed and sat down on the desk chair, only to have the but plug press in ever so slightly more, causing me to let out an “Ah” in surprise. A small drop of shining precum squeezed out of the opening of the rubber dick, that now protruded at an obscene and aggressive angle.

Fuck all this. I need to act. Check out, walk home, and get as much shit off of me as possible. I did a quick search of the room, but didn’t find anything of mine, or anyone else. I could always ditch anything later, I reasoned, and began to put everything back on again. If taking off was clumsy, putting it back on was even more time consuming. More than I expected. As I was about to pull the room key card out of the holder I saw my keys resting on top of the holder. At least I would be able to open my home door.

I carried the helmet in one hand and held the keys and key card in the other, as I walked the corridor to the elevator and took it down into the lobby. It was still early morning, but a few people were n the lobby as I exited, looking my way. I guess full football gear early on a Saturday morning wasn’t that strange. Less than a rubber man with massive rubber cock if nothing else.

Checkout was fast. The room was already pre-paid. When she asked if I wanted a taxi I said no without thinking about it, but as I walked out the front door I was wondering if that wouldn’t have been best. I could feel the small butt plug shifting with every step. I don’t know where my wallet is though, so I didn’t dare change my mind. After what possibly had been 10 minutes, but felt much longer, I was pretty sure I had made the wrong decision. I was fucking myself with every step. It wasn’t much, but the plug must have been expertly designed to maximize the amount of stimulation it made. I tried to change my gait, I put on the helmet and tried jogging. Every change felt different, but very quickly turned out to just be a different way of fucking with myself. I was rubbing the outside of my padded pants, knowing full well that it made no difference to my entombed dick.

I was so horny I was crying by the time I could see my house, and chewing on the mouth guard. No doubt the compression pants were wet as well, though I had no way of knowing without stripping. I had no idea what I would do once inside, but I had turned very near term goal oriented. Perhaps a cold shower would settle things. I hastily unlocked and opened the door, and froze.

There, on the floor just inside the door was a neatly folded pile of yesterdays clothes, with a small, white business card on top. Someone had written neatly in blue ink “For further modifications, call:” followed by just a phone number printed in black. I was equal parts excited, horny, and scared as I reached for the phone from the pile.

[bddsdl]

Volunteers for demo bondage on the event, no pay but guaranteed longer timed in bondage are promised, sounded like fun to me, I called and had the job right away.

The idea was funny, is there too much rope one can use i wondered, obviously not. Being stood on the stage, wearing a strange special suit made of Lycra, but padded in many places all around, he slowly covered my entire body in endless lengths of rope. 

It took quite some time to carefully place one winding after the other close to each other, leaving possibly no space between them, all the way up to my shoulders, but once he was finished he whispered to me to stand still, to avoid any of the windings to shift and destroy the perfect looks of the finished product.

I stood still then, plenty of the visitors made pictures, talked about the style, the looks and so on. After about half an hour though I noticed …

Trying to shift my hands a little I realized they did not move. I attempted to move other parts, bend a little forward or backward, but that also had to effect. My roper must have noticed the expression in my eyes when I found out as he came up to the stage then.

Before talking to me however he squeezed a large softball into my mouth, surprised by it I failed to reject that and ended grunting into that softball which by now filled my mouth fully and did not allow much noise to go through anymore. in no time he also had strapped a gag piece matching the hood on to me preventing the ability to push that ball out again.

Only then he whispered into my ear … I forgot to mention that the rope had been coated with resin just before i applied it, telling you not to move was part of the hardening process, it just took about 15-20 minutes but by now it is all hardened out and glued together, so it is pretty futile to attempt getting out now. don’t worry, the event here ends in a couple of hours, I’ll take you home then, we will have plenty fun in future, but a couple days in this here will make sure I can work on you enough to make you compliant. see you later, my new slave boy …

[purveyor-of-porn]

[slavescotty]

Would love to see him locked up in rubber - starting with a cock sheath - then adding a black rubber catsuit (rear entry w/ lock) then add a bondage harness Add rubber toe socks and gloves and locking wrist and ankle cuffs - then a straight jacket, and collar. Next add a rubber hood - red ball gag in the mouth and finally a locking muzzle over top of it all! There’s my rubber bondage slave!!!!

Here is one of my favorite stories:

Mansion by the Lake My new lakeside property was a small cottage – nothing too beer commercial-ish, but it would serve for weekends of partying and enjoying some time away from the city. I was lucky in that the lake was small and there were no powerboats on it. Most of the land on the lake, as well as the surrounding area was all crown land, so I didn’t worry much about trespassers or anyone else for that matter. The road in was a long dirt road that took almost 30 minutes of driving before it even hit one of the main back roads. My only neighbor was all the way across the lake, albeit in a rather sizable mansion that towered over the northern view of the water. I had spent the first few months fixing up the place – it was old and mouldy but with a few weeks worth of work looked almost brand new.

It was about the start of June, when we had one of our usual Northern-Ontario heavy rainstorms. It started with huge gusts of wind, and was followed by a night of spectacular rain, thunder and lightning. The power went off relatively early, so I spent most of the night watching the thunder from my porch before I got cold and went to bed. I loved the sound of the rain rattling on the roof, and the thunder from inside my warm blankets.

Waking up in the morning, however, it became clear that the rain had been more fierce than I thought – there were branches and leaves everywhere – clearly the trees had gotten quite the shake. The power was still out, and taking a walk up the road, I could see that the power lines had been absolutely felled by several trees which had been completely knocked over. The was no way to drive over them either, and it would be several solid hours of walking before I would see another vehicle, let alone be in cell phone range.

Then I thought of my neighbor, his house used a separate road, and he might still have power. At the very least he might have a chainsaw that I could use to cut the logs off the road. I took a walk all the way around the property to his side of the lake. As I got closer I saw repeated “no trespassing” signs all over the property. A few hundred meters out, when the property opened up into a clearing, the huge looming mansion came into view. There was a van parked out front as well as a truck, so I could only assume that the owner was home, but the lights were all dark. Even worse, a large barbed wire fence surrounded the area. A sign on it read that it was electrified.

I followed the fence to the front gate and saw that there was a large intercom. I tried hitting the buzzer but no sound came out of it. I thought perhaps his power was off so I tried touching the gate. No effect!

Suddenly, I heard a strange moan come from the direction of the house. I looked around and saw a dark figure come stumbling out of the front door. It seemed to be hugging itself and walking in a stilted fashion.

“Hello?”, I shouted.

Another moan responded, and as the figure came closer I could see that he was dressed head to toe in black rubber. He appeared to be in a black rubber straitjacket, and a muzzle covered his face. He “ran” directly up to the gate and did a strange little dance.

“Are you ok?”, I asked.

He shook his head, no.

“Do you need help?”

He nodded.

I opened the gate, and he sped out of there, past me, down the road, back towards my place. I caught up with him and slowed him down. I tried to unbuckle the muzzle but found that it was actually locked on! From the looks of it… all the rubber gear he was wearing was held in place with a lock. I struggled to see if I could open it, but to no avail.

“Its locked – are there keys inside?”

He shook his head violently. I could see panic in the eyes, this guy really wanted out.

“Ok… I might have some tools back at my place, are you ok to go in there?”

The rubber guy nodded quickly.

I brought him into the cottage and quickly shut the door behind me. I took a brief look outside but no one seemed to be around. I guided my guest to a chair and sat him down. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and said: “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The second my hand touched the rubber I noticed how smooth it felt and I suddenly was aware of the odor of latex just steaming off of the poor guy. I quickly snapped back into reality, realizing that I had been gently stroking his shoulder, taking in the texture, and that he was probably terribly frightened already. Being in such a vulnerable position, he probably would not appreciate it in the slightest.

“You’re going to be OK,” I said reassuringly, hoping that would ease him a bit.

I pushed other thoughts aside and ran down to the basement to find some tools. I opened up the toolbox and immediately found a pair of scissors, I held them for a second and then thought that maybe he wouldn’t want me cutting him out of that outfit, but rather would want me to get the locks off. No way would I be able to pick it, but I did have a set of bolt cutters that would work. I grabbed them from the wall and ran upstairs.

“Hold still a second, bud,” I said. “I’ll have you out of there in a jiffy!”

I first clipped the lock holding his muzzle on, and unstrapped it from his face. I then unbuckled the ball gag underneath.

“Thanks so much!” he blurted out. “Please… get me out of this thing!”

“Ok… no problem, I’m working on it.”

I hastily clipped the rest of the locks running down the straitjacket, the ankle restraints, and the harness that I discovered he was wearing underneath it all. I piled it all on the table next to me. My guest stood up and stretched, the tight rubber creaking all around him. He pulled the mask off and I could see that he was no older than I was, maybe about 27 or 28.

“Please get the zipper in the back,” He said, and I unzipped the suit. He pulled his shoulders and arms out, sweat spilling out onto the floor. He must have been in there for some time. Gloves, boots, even rubber toed socks came off and were piled together. He stood before me naked, drenched in sweat.

“Thank you… I thought I’d never get out of there,” he sighed, sounding quite relieved. “My name is Matt.”

“Ok Matt, I’m Ryan,” I held my hand out and we shook. “Have a seat, I’ll get you a towel and some clothes. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you like.” I came back a moment later with a towel and a set of jeans and a t-shirt.

“Again, thanks. Do you have a phone?”

I shook my head, no. “The storm took out the phone and cable. I was without power until this morning.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’ve been pretty incommunicado for the last month. I imagine there are some people pretty worried about me.”

“Oh?” I was burning with curiosity already, but didn’t want to push. “Is everything ok, I mean… well this just isn’t a usual way of meeting people. Do you live down the lake?”

Matt wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’m fine – really. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I can give you a ride into town after you shower up, we’ll have to wait until the county guys get here to clear the road, I’m afraid. There’s some fallen trees blocking it.”

Matt nodded carefully, taking a look out of a nearby window. “That would be great. Sorry if I seem a bit sketchy.”

“No problem. Those clothes should fit you just fine – you look like you’re pretty much the same size as me. They’re just old clothes for kicking around in so it’s really no problem.”

I put the pot on for coffee and then saw him to the bathroom. He closed the door and the shower started running. Where did this guy come from? Obviously he was up to some kind of bondage thing in that outfit, and he seemed a bit embarrassed. He really didn’t need to – I had seen pictures like that on the Internet and was highly curious about it. He did also seem a bit scared, and that only served to deepen my curiosity. I had never even seen my neighbor and this guy didn’t seem to live on the lake. This raised the question if maybe another person was back at the house, also in some kind of trouble.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of joe. Sipping at it I returned to the table and saw the pile of black, slimy rubber lying flaccidly on the table. I grabbed the suit and shook it out a bit. As the suit made a low rumbling noise, almost a little like thunder. Sweat dripped out of the legs and dribbled onto my shoe. The scent of sweat and latex together was overwhelming, slightly sickly but inviting and familiar. I could feel an erection forming. I slid my hand into the armpit of the suit just letting it glide a little bit into the arm. Lubed with sweat I could feel the now cold, smooth rubber gripping around my hand and forearm, I felt as if I could just slide right in, it was practically sucking me right in –

I heard a cough from nearby and saw Matt standing there. He was freshened up considerably and now dressed in normal clothes. He had a bit of a smirk on his face. I turned a bit red and tried to pull my arm out quickly as I lay the suit back on the table. Half of it flopped down but it was obviously stuck to my forearm.

“I made coffee,” I said quite feebly, obviously embarrassed.

Matt chuckled a little. “It’s ok. I get it.”

He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot and mug that I had set out for him. He poured himself a cup. He took a sip. “Are you into rubber?”

“Well… I mean I’ve seen photos on the Internet,” I waffled, not sure what to say.

“What sort of photos?” he grinned.

“Photos of men looking pretty much like you did about five minutes ago,” I blushed. “Some of the heavier ones where they looked like the gimp in Pulp Fiction, I always wondered what it was like to be that guy.“

“Have you ever done anything with it?” Matt casually sipped at his coffee.

I thought about it for a second. I had spent a fair bit of time perusing some fetish sites on some lonely nights, but never really thought seriously about it. “Well I guess that I thought that it was something that weird people did. Dangerous people. I wasn’t ready to find out the hard way that I couldn’t trust them.”

“Understandable…. Believe me… completely understandable,” he smiled an odd smile, and sat down at the table, looking casually out the window, across the lake to my neighbor’s house. “You can try that stuff on if you like.”

I pulled my hand out quickly and it felt cold in the open air. “I couldn’t really…”

“Why not?” he frowned, as if I said something completely absurd. “Listen man, you can have it. All of it. I’m not going to put it on again.”

I should have sensed something was wrong, but my ears were hot and just hearing the idea of being inside the suit made me instantly rock hard. My cock was begging to be let out of my jeans. Seeing Matt wearing my jeans and a t-shirt, the same muscular build, the same height, he was obviously my size, I would have no problem fitting into the rubber. I thought about how he looked when I first laid eyes on him, embodying a fantasy that I barely knew I had. Now the idea was just burning a hole right through me.

Matt must have been reading my mind. “Look, we’re obviously the same size. Just go for it, I’ll help you out. “

I hesitated for a second, but before I could stop myself I was peeling off my shirt. “So… what is your story anyway? How did you end up here?’

Matt took another glance across the lake. For a split second I thought I saw someone walking on the property, but I wasn’t sure. Matt didn’t seem concerned.

“Well, I work at a bar in Toronto, I’m going to school part time. Pretty regular sort of life really… as you might have guessed I also had an interest in fetish and bondage. Just like you, I read about it on the internet and became a little obsessed. Mostly just obsessed with looking at pictures and reading stories.”

I peeled off my underwear, revealing my hard cock dripping with precum and picked up the suit. Matt stood up picking something up off the table. “You should really put on the cock sheath. Trust me, your cock feels better in the suit surrounded by another layer of rubber. Here, I’ll help you out.”

The rubber sheath slid right over my package and tightened like a cock ring at the base. I bobbed my cock up and down once, and felt it grow inside. The rubber confines stretched around my member, looking sleek and black. Matt then picked up the suit, shook it back out into shape and held it open before me.

“Climb on in!” He chirped with a smile. I put one foot in, and then the other. Matt pulled it up around me, and it could feel the perfect fit sliding up my legs. An electric tingle ran up my body as it hugged me tight. “…so anyway… I actually lurked on a couple of the sites for a long time. I didn’t post a photo for almost a year, and when I did I immediately got tons of hits.”

“I don’t blame them. You’re pretty cute.”

“Heh thanks. You’re not bad yourself, man,” Matt said as he tugged the rubber up onto my hips. “There really isn’t much of a rubber community in Toronto – from the internet it seems like it’s all in other countries. I really sold myself on the idea that I wanted to try experiencing a true, inescapable session of total rubber enclosure and slavery, at least for a little while. Really, finding sane people into that kind of thing is really hard.”

I slid my arms into the sleeves and pushed forward. The rubber came up onto my shoulders and greased with sweat started clinging to my chest. Matt zipped up the back and the entire suit seemed to tighten around my back, shoulders and neck. I moved around a bit, my skin feeling more alive than I had ever known it. I felt ready to come right through the suit and knock a wall down with the force of it.

“This is awesome!”

“I know!” Matt laughed. I started feeling myself all over. “Have a seat!”

I sat down and Matt picked the socks off the table. “Trust me, it’s better when it’s all over you. If you like that – you’re gonna love this.”

Matt started working the rubber socks onto my feet. He then slid the boots on. They took a minute to lace up as they ran practically up my entire shin. An ankle restraint was then buckled on overtop. I stood up, walking around, feeling it move on my body.

“Anyway, so I finally talked to this one guy online. Sounds like he’s a dedicated rubberist. He definitely had a ton of gear in his photos. Sounded pretty sane and definitely wanted to get into a lot of the same stuff that I was into. So I arranged a time and place to meet – local bar, nothing fancy.”

Matt worked up the tight elbow length gloves onto my arms and buckled the wrist restraints on. He picked up the harness: “You want to try this?”

Thinking of the many photos I’d seen of rubber gimps that were clad in a similar harness how could I say no? I wasn’t locked in after all. I nodded my head. He started strapping it on me.

“Awesome. Man, this looks great on you, I think even better than it looked on me,” Matt said, admiring his handiwork. “So I met this guy, and turned out to be pretty down to earth, used to be a doctor, now he just plays the stocks all the time – never loses. We met at a hotel a couple of times and he let me experiment with different types of gear, seemed really enthusiastic, and I’ll admit he pushed my limits in the best way possible.”

“Sounds great! Where do I find this guy?” I joked. Matt pulled the mask from the table, and without asking stepped behind me and pulled it over my head. The feeling of it tightening around my face was indescribable. I felt my identity slip away. “I have got to see a mirror.”

“One second, you need a finishing touch,” Matt grabbed the collar from the table and buckled it onto my neck. I felt instantly more submissive, like a rubbered thing. I walked to a mirrior hanging in the doorway and was surprised at the black alien figure staring back at me. I thought I couldn’t get any hornier, but my cock just seemed to grow harder and harder. I had become that rubber gimp I always fantasized about. Well, sort of… no one was tying me up in this gear.

“You look great, really great,” Matt exclaimed. Even he seemed excited. I was running my rubbered hands all over my body. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I wandered back by the table. A few stray pieces of gear still lay on the table, one of them quite formidable. I took a cautious breath.

“Oh, the straitjacket,” Matt nodded. He picked up and held it up. “Maybe you don’t want to get into that. It’s a bit much all at once. You can kind of get into a bit of a frenzy where you just want everything on you at once.”

“I’ll say!”, I laughed.

Matt took another glance out the window. “What the heck right? It’s not like I’m going to go anywhere on you. You said yourself the road is blocked.”

I shrugged, thinking far too much with my pecker and not thinking for a second about the dangerous territory I was skirting. I held my arms out and he draped the straight jacket over them. He moved around the back and zipped up the rear of the jacket, and started pulling buckles on the back tight.

“Where was I? Oh yeah… so finally we meet one weekend and he gets me totally rubbered up, head to toe, pretty much like you are now. This was the usual for us by this point. Only instead of going to the hotel, we decided to go to his house, as it had his entire and extremely sizable gear collection.”

Matt pulled my arms across my body, buckling them in place. A strap come over the front providing them no movement. A crotch strap tightened on my inner thighs and there was no way I could get out of this jacket on my own. My temperature seemed to skyrocket and I could feel my own sweat filling the suit. I tried to move but all I felt was rubber grinding on rubber. I was positively elated.

“So we get up there and he leads me down to his basement, it’s a dungeon. I mean a real dungeon. If there’s a weird bondage contraption you’ve seen online – he’s got it. Most importantly it’s got a real cell and the door opens only with a key code that he knows, some kind of electric, digital lock gizmo. I was totally excited for a real bondage session with this guy; I’d been having such a great time. Then he starts talking about control, and taking total control over me, making me a 24/7 rubber slave, at least eventually. I don’t mean starting slow and working up to 24/7 – I mean he wanted to start at 24/7 but I was supposed to be less than a slave – that was what he wanted me to work up to.”

Suddenly I started coming back to reality. Why did I feel like his story was taking a turn for the worst? “Matt, why don’t I like where this is going?”

Matt led me to the couch, carrying the rest of the gear with him. He sat me down.

“Well, for starters…” He pinched my nose unexpectedly, but instinctually I opened my mouth. He shoved the red rubber ball gag in and buckled it behind my head. I tried pushing it out with my tongue but to no avail. I tried to sit up but Matt sat on my lap, pinning me. He slipped the muzzle over my head and quickly strapped it all on tightly. I shook my head side to side screaming into the gag, but it was obvious that the sound was far too muffled, and we were far too isolated. Matt grabbed my chin and held it still.

“Shhhhhh… You see I didn’t want to be a 24/7 anything except being a student. It was way too much, but he never even gave me the opportunity to say ‘no’. I was his rubber THING for over a month, held in that dungeon. Oh, there was some horny times, yeah, but I wanted my life back. I had almost given up hope on the idea when the power went out. He must have been asleep when it happened. I think some kind of safety feature opened up the electronic locks and I was able to walk right out the door – and into your arms. This is the first time I’ve worn anything but rubber in all that time. Oh, and since you asked where you could find this guy – well, he’s looking in the window right now!” Startled, I looked behind me to the window out to the deck and saw a tall, muscular, bald man, probably in his late forties. He was dressed like a biker but all in rubber, aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face was cold and expressionless. Matt pulled me up to my feet.

“Boy,” the man’s voice was deep and commanding. I got an instant chill. “Did you really think you’d get away?”

Matt stood his ground. “Sir – I’m done. I don’t want this anymore. It was dumb luck that I got away and you won’t get me that easily again without a real fight. I’m not stupid – I won’t go telling anyone about this. I just want to go home and go back to my life. I’ll call it a fun misadventure.”

“You think it’s just that easy, Boy?” the man snarled.

“Maybe not. Maybe I’ll want to come back to you. I doubt it. I’ve had enough,” Matt’s voice trembled. He too was genuinely afraid. Me… I was shaking. “I’ve found a replacement though. He’s hungry for it – more than I was, I think. I’ll give him to you and that makes me an accomplice. Then we’re both happy. You know I can’t turn you in, and I can leave.”

I started shrieking hysterically inside my rubber prison. I tried to make a break for it, running past the rubber man as he stepped into my cottage. He snapped an arm out and caught me by the neck. His other hand went directly to my cock and he gripped my still hard member.

“Mmmm,” he growled. “He’s horny. Very horny.”

“You see?” Matt pleaded. “He’s perfect, Sir. Take him with you – he can be your new slave or whatever the fuck it is you want. I’m going to take a long walk into town, and catch a bus back to Toronto. You’ll have your hands full starting your…. Training all over again.”

The man sniffed me like the bouquet of a fine wine. “Ok boy. You have a deal. Don’t think I won’t come looking for you eventually. We have unfinished business.”

The man pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to my collar. He started pulling me out the door, and down the road to his house. “Alright boy, I guess it’s you and me now. You and I are going to have to work very hard over the next couple of days sorting a few things out.”

I pulled as best I could but I had no leverage at all. What was even worse was that a part of me I think really wanted to go with him. Either way, I was about to find out the rubber horrors that lay beyond the dark windows of that mansion by the lake.

I was practically dragged by the neck all the way down the road. Completely unable even to look back to see the safety of my home quickly falling away from me, nor able to see the treacherous man that I tried to help, I could only focus instead on the house quickly looming over me. The windows of the house seemed black and empty, hungry even and I was utterly panicked but unable to fight in any way at all.

As we entered the front gate, my captor paused for a moment to shut the gate and flipped a switch. There was a humming noise and I could only assume that the fence was now electrified. Presumably it had been knocked out by the same storm that had affected the power at my cottage earlier. Even if I was able to get out of my rubber prison, there was at least one more obstacle that I would have to plan to get past.

We entered through the front door, and I only had a few seconds to notice the opulence of the interior – clearly my captor was a man of considerable means given the nature of the interior décor. It was a very classical design, riddled with antiques and art – somewhere beyond the scent of rubber I could smell the distinct odor of fine cigars and mahogany. All this was moot however as we raced through the first floor directly to a large metal door opening to a cellar. My captor punched in an elaborate code into a keypad on the door, and it unlocked with a heavy click. There followed another such door at a vestibule before entering the rest of the basement.

There were only a few rooms with the doors open where I could make out what was inside. One was a carefully-marked equipment room, in which I could make out several devices of torture, as well as rubber and leather clothing, gas masks and boots. Another was a gym of some kind although I didn’t recognize all of the equipment. The man was huge however, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a very particular regimen. We stopped at a door that opened into what could only be described as a cell. Inside were only a steel toilet, a steel sink, and a bench with a mattress, which also had a rubber mattress cover on it. I was sat down and my collar was clipped to a hook on the wall.

“Stay right here, boy,” the man said, and walked quickly out of the room.

I could hear him shuffling with something down the hall so I immediately started thrashing about trying to release myself. It was to no avail. The straitjacket provided me with absolutely no leverage at all, and the best that I could do was feel my rubbered arms sliding about in the smooth interior. There was no way to generate enough force or violence to be able to escape. I was completely trapped inside. I gave up and sat back panting for a few minutes before he returned carrying a box with several items inside.

He first dumped several padlocks out onto the bench beside me and locked the restraints on my legs before locking them together. Another lock was attached to my collar.

“You are not going to be able to walk anywhere in a hurry and your collar is locked to the wall,” my captor said. “I am going to take off your straitjacket; if you make any trouble you will regret it very quickly. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded. This man wasn’t going to take any chances and I would have to wait until later for a slip-up. He reached forward and unbuckled the straitjacket. He then applied locks to each of the buckles on my harness. My wrist restraints were removed but quickly replaced with a pair of rubber mitts rendering my hands completely useless. They too, were then locked together. He lit a cigar and stood before me, admiring his work.

“Alright boy, when you earn the right to speak, you will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’”, he commanded. “I will call you whatever the fuck I want. As you may have guessed, yes, I kept your friend Matt here for some time. He might have told you it was against his will but I can assure you that he enjoyed it far too much for it to be involuntary. From the size of your hard-on I can only assume that you are much the same.

Number one, I have fixed the fail-safe in my backup generator, so even if the power is out, the doors will remain locked. They will not open automatically as before. The electric fence outside will remain electrified. Furthermore…”

“Master” removed a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. An intense searing shock came from my collar and I was instantly immobilized. I screamed quickly but the cry was severely muffled by my gag and muzzle.

“I carry this with me at all times. Now that the power is back up on the fence you will be unable to walk more than 25 meters beyond without it triggering automatically. I have it set currently to the medium setting; however, walking outside the perimeter will automatically trigger it at the highest.

Obviously, I have quite the obsession with rubber. I have always wanted to have the ultimate rubber companion and have for years thought about the training and conditioning that I wanted it to have. I had already started an aggressive program with Matt, but he managed to escape before it took hold, thanks to nothing more than a simple power failure. I have already taken steps to ensure that it won’t happen again.

You might be able to escape from your restraints down here, but before you even reach the upstairs, you will be unable to make it past the electric locks on the doors. Do not think that I don’t want to have you upstairs with me – there is much that I want you to do up there, but for now this will be your world.

Right now you are only to be an object of pure rubbered physicality. Your body is mine to use and shape as I see fit. You are a pure Gimp for nothing more than my enjoyment and your training. As I see eagerness and obedience grow in you, I will start small, and eventually you will be in a position to start obeying more complex desires, in which case I will start training you as my Puppy. If you can learn the kind of devotion and obedience that I expect of a dog successfully then I may teach you how to be a Slave worthy of serving my needs, yet worthy of some greater levels of autonomy and expression, a chance to have some of yourself back. If you can earn those privileges you will eventually become my Boy, hopefully a rubber man who has finally realized all that I can teach and give him, and completely willing to continue to submit to my authority. I guarantee with each of these titles that you earn, you will find yourself glowing with pride.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I am speaking of your achievements possibly years down the line and you have only been here a few minutes. I’m sure that right now you are terrified and alone – and rightly so, this is an incredibly fearsome first step you have taken and not of your own will. I have some further preparations to make, so there is no time like the present to begin your conditioning. Come with me…”

He clipped a leash to my neck and unclipped me from the wall. We shuffled down the hall to a room full of different racks, elaborate chairs, slings, and crosses. I was sat down into a fearsome leather barber’s chair covered in straps. The D-rings on my collar, harness and restraints were all clipped in place and additional restraints added on. All the while my mind was racing – he intended me to stay here for years – forever really from the sounds of things, and indulge in some perverse education of his? I wanted to cry, I had never felt so helpless before.

“Now, I am going to get a look at my plaything. Don’t even try to speak or I will activate the collar.”

Master removed the muzzle, gag and mask. My head was dripping with sweat, it ran down my face and into my eyes. Master dried my head with a towel.

“Excellent. A fair trade for Matt if I may say so. You are a good looking boy, and I must say that rubber really does become you. Good thing, as it is all you are going to be wearing for some time. Matt had been wearing almost nothing but, for over a month – you should expect much longer before your skin is allowed to touch anything else.”

Master ran his hand through my hair, frowning.

“This hair is far too long, though, and not something that you have earned. It will have to go.”

From nearby, master pulled a set of clippers and without hesitation set to buzzing all of the hair from my head, long locks of it falling pathetically into my lap. These were quickly brushed aside and he swept up. He then held up a mirror for me to see. looked up I was shaved completely bald. I could hardly recognize myself at all. For a second I thought that someone else was looking back. He was right though, seeing myself bound completely in rubber my horniness came back with a vengeance. I’ll admit, I’d fantasized about similar scenarios, but the reality of it was utterly terrifying. I blamed it on blind nervous energy. I’d heard before about soldiers that experienced erections during battle for the same reason.

“Not bad,” Master said. “Normally I like a nice crew cut or a high-and-tight on my boy, but you will earn that look in time. For now the tactile experience of a regularly shaved head will allow you to enjoy THIS…”

With that he forced a gas mask with a rubber hood over my face. It was already lubed on the inside allowing it to slide directly on, despite how tight it was. Some kind of internal gag forced its way into my mouth. It was pumped up and I could feel the bit swelling in my mouth. Tubes fit directly into my nostrils. Earbuds almost naturally fell into my ear cavity and a white noise could be heard starting up. Master unzipped my cock and placed what felt like a large suction device of some kind up to it, with a slow rhythm starting to slowly jerk me off. A trolley with several TV monitors was rolled up in front of me and switched on. A sweet scent started to pump into the gas mask, though the air seemed clearer somehow. The screens flickered to life with videos of rubber and bondage pornography playing on each.

Master’s voice came into the earbuds.

“Just lie back and enjoy the show, boy. Don’t fight it. I will be monitoring closely. This is the first of many such sessions that I will expect you to complete, so try to adjust yourself accordingly. I will be back soon – don’t worry, I have your breathing on a monitor which will alert me if there is a problem.”

Scene after scene of erotic rubber pleasure played before me. The suction of the device rose and fell, never quite seeming to bring me to climax. I would get so close and then be denied as the system slowed itself down. A constant mesmerizing beat played slowly in my ear.

Even more horrifyingly, scenes showing removal from bondage, removal of rubber, or even normal sex, normal life were met with a series of painful shocks from the collar. My earbuds would play a harsh, erratic tone. I made the connection quickly – I was to associate only pleasure with being a rubber gimp, and a complete aversion to anything else. I was only to enjoy being his rubber plaything, and any other thoughts were to be pushed aside.

The first of many such sessions? How many is many? A month was not enough to keep Matt from escaping and that was only after he was given a miracle opportunity of Master’s elaborate security breaking down. Surely Master would be planning for this too – so how long would this phase of training continue? A month? Two months? A year?

The shocks ended and the slow jerking off began again. The cycle continued for what seemed like hours… how long was this to go on? I completely lost track of time and could concentrate only on the sheer pleasure of my situation.

[uklincsboi]

There is much inside me that yearns for this. But some of me that makes me fearful.

[axxwolf]

@pupranger16

[rubberbondageboy]

Maybe if I can find the house and sneak in I can take his place

[torturesadist]

Love this story. What I aspire to be. To have a mansion such as this with those wonderful dungeon facilities.

[vzr05177]

[bootsize13]

Hot roommate kept muzzled

[sin1997]

[real-and-raw-militaryguys]

[wari7467i]

[dobrareloaded]

[alpha-male-adoration]

Your friend Nick was always complaining about his roommate Jack. He told you wild tales about him, how he was a slob, how he never wore clothes around the flat, how he stunk the place up with his musk. How he was always having lads back and could hear him pounding them mercilessly all night long! You’d grown tired of listening to his nonsense and didn’t believe anyone could be so bad!

So when Nick needed to move to the other side of town for a new job he was eager to get someone to take his room in the shared flat. His agreement wouldn’t run out for 18 months and he would have to pay in full if he couldn’t find someone else.

Your apartment wasn’t great, the heating was iffy, windows let in the cold and it was next to a busy train station so sleep was a nightmare. Nick spent the next few days badgering you to take his place, he showed you the spacious apartment and nice modern facilities. You were considering it when your boiler gave out and the landlord said it would be 10 days before he could repair it!

You called Nick then and said you’d take his room. You were a bit surprised when he said you could move in tomorrow! Least you’d have hot water you thought. You were even more surprised when he came round and got you to sign the contract there and then!

The next day as you knocked on the door you were greeted to a shocking sight. A huge brute and inch or two taller than the door and just as wide stood there wearing just a smile!

As you stood there stunned you took in his masculine features from top to bottom. His handsome face, big nose and well trimmed beard, Jack was hot! He was also very musky! He’s obviously not showered in a couple of days! His musk was potent and making your nostrils sting, and your cock twitch!

As your eyes roamed further past his broad shoulders and chest they darted to his fat cock! The lad clearly had big dick energy with a flaccid 6 inches and a nice hairy set of balls on full display!

He just chuckled and fluffed his fat nuts and began laughing loudly “like what you see runt” he growled arrogantly. You did but you didn’t like being called runt even though you were 5’4 to his 6’7. You were about to tell him you weren’t a runt. Well until he turned and stomped away revealing his magnificent ass!

Two massive muscular globes that jiggled as you watched the huge stud stomp down the hall!

Joining him in the kitchen you stood there awkwardly while he fiddled with the TV. After a few minutes he growled “if you’re going to just stand there runt and stare at my ass you may as well sit down” as he gestured to the couch.

As you sat there for a while again Jack had another snarky comment for you “you sit there and stare at my ass runt, you know that can be dangerous don’t you” he growled.

You knew you shouldn’t bite, you just couldn’t help it “why is it dangerous?” You mumbled.

“Why is it dangerous! Why is it dangerous to stare at my huge ass! Your not very smart are you runt” he boomed. Just as you were about to object he growled “it’s dangerous for two reasons runt, firstly you’ll soon get hypnotised by this dump truck” as he arrogantly smacked his own ass. “Secondly I get pretty gassy and my farts can be pretty rank” he growled.

“Oh really” you mumbled.

With a wicked sneer on his face he walked right up to your face his musky cock and balls not even an inch from your face. Smelling his ripe crotch you thought he was just trying to intimidate you. Well until he spun around, shoved his ass right up against your face, lifted his left leg and let out an extremely drawn out juicy fart right in your face! It was absolutely rank, smelt like rotten eggs and was easily a 30 second fart!

You were absolutely humiliated yet had a raging boner in your shorts. Jack then turned around wearing an intimidating sneer across his face as he looked down at you, weak and pathetic. You’d just let him blast a ripe protein fart in your face and not resisted in any way!

Worse you enjoyed it! So did Jack as he stood before you his now rock hard 12 inch cock was bobbing around his arousal was so intense! His cock was a true beauty! It was a foot long, had two huge veins running along its length and was so thick it could be easily compared to a beer can!

You knew he was really getting off on your humiliation. Without uttering a word he moved his cock next to your head, gripped it by the base and began smacking your face with his cock! He was huge and incredibly rough, he didn’t give a damn about you obviously! Just wanted to show off his size and power over you!

Every blow stung hard, every blow eroded a little of your self worth and self respect. Yet you closed your eyes and let him assault you willingly! Jack was floored. He was expecting and hoping for a fight with you so he could put you in your place straight away and show you who was boss. He didn’t expect to find a small, weak submissive bitch!

After a couple of minutes his cock battering was extremely painful as his cock was so thick and was really smacking your face hard. So when you felt a splash across your face you opened your eyes to see a steady stream of pre leaking from the head of his cock and smearing it all over your face!

He stopped for a moment to take a look at the strands of pre all over your face and revel in his domination of you. When you felt his assault stop you began to desperately crave his monster cock brutally smacking your face!

“Please Jack, smack me with your cock” you pleaded pathetically as you tilted your face towards his cock!

Jack felt his balls tighten as his arousal became incredibly intense!

You were in for some of the most brutal domination you could imagine! Lucky runt!

[kinkonthebrain]

Wrapped Up Indefinitely

He flops me onto the bed and drags me into the centre of the mattress.  I’m tightly encased in layers of pallet wrap and duct tape from head to toe. The last words I hear him say “hope you are nice an comfy…gonna be here a while”.  He slips the headphones over my shiny covered ears then finishes his work by stuffing a pecker gag in my mouth and strapping it tight.  Sight, sound, and mobility deprived, I am reduced to thoughts, feelings, grunts, and groans.  He leaves the room, turns off the light, and closes the door.  He has left and taken my right to move, see, or hear with Him.  

 He controls the narrative. I’m no longer a he or him.  I’m His “thing”.  I’m an object…an “it”.  In complete darkness I wait.  My only escape from this storage is through Him.  I desperately want to be able to sense his presence; at the very least know what is going on around me.  Then I’d have some concept of time, how long I’ve been here, and when he might come for me. I know nothing.  Just that I have to wait in the darkness and silence he has orchestrated.

 Eventually, I give in to the sensory deprivation, and drift off. Vivid random images appear that have no context or no meaning.  Every so often I snap back to the reality of my predicament, then slowly drift away again. Is he coming for me at all…I’m cocooned and warm…and it matters less and less.

 I’m woken by him removing the gag.  Though I have achieved a stasis of comfort, the abrupt awakening into this environment is a shock.  My body and mind have been managing the captivity, but I would happily accept release and secretly pray for it.  He leans me onto my side and I feel him tearing a hole in the plastic and tape armour.  A whoosh of cool air flows from the opening, and I momentary believe I may be granted freedom.  That is, until I realize where the hole has been made.  I’m flipped on my belly. The pressure on my chest makes breathing a far more arduous task.

 He places a couple of pillows under my abdomen to jack knife my pelvis. It helps alleviate the pressure on my lungs, but it also props my ass in the air. He was benevolent enough to return my hearing just in time to note the sound of the lube bottle pop open.  He greases my pucker and in mere seconds, His cock is hilt deep, balls squishing into the base of my ass crack with each thrust.  He held Himself there for a minute, firmly planted and stretching my hole.  “You belong to me.  Your hole belongs to me.  I’ll keep you here for days just feeding your ass loads of cum.  Wouldn’t you like that pig?” “Yes Alpha.” I replied as I’ve been instructed to reply regardless of my desire for such predicaments.

It was a fast and furious slam fucking. As he neared ejaculation, he gripped the back of my head with both hands and smothered my face into the mattresses. I was being asphyxiated, face down in a prone position and all I could do is lay the and accept the rough ploughing of my hole.

He didn’t last long.  Not sure if it was the absolute control that had him cumming so quick or the understanding that it was impossible for me to breathe; regardless, I was now filled with his seed.  A plug was grabbed from the nightstand and used to collected some of the cum dripping from my gaping cream filled hole.  He then wiped the jizz from the toy under my nose before pushing it up into my gut, keeping the cum plugged up my ass.  Getting my ass plugged was not an indication that he was done holding me in storage.

 No…I would not be released. I was flipped onto my back again, and earphones applied, thankfully no gag.  But there I was again in complete darkness, alone and at the mercy of His time and agenda. I tried to find a groove of relaxation again after the interruption, and I never fully did.  It was the sensation of the fat plug up my ass that took all of my attention.  Initially it felt pretty good stuffed inside me.  I’d tighten my hole and feel it rub against my prostate.  I could at least derive some pleasure.  However, after about an hour of pleasure, my sphincter muscles started to ache from being constantly propped open.  Ugh.

 It must have been about two hours later when he climbed back onto the bed.  I was wide awake in complete darkness, trying to distract my thoughts from the plug invading my ass.  He took off the headphones again, straddled my arms and chest and flopped out His cock and balls onto my chin and mouth.  They smelled of man musk.  “Lick and suck” he commanded.  I started licking his balls and  as he pushed his cock closer, I gave it a tongue bath too.  This got him hard so he propped up pillows on the headboard and dragged my helpless body up against the pillows.  Once in place, he pushed his cock into my lips signalling to me to open wide.  Before the face fucking began he made me a deal.  “If you can handle five minutes of me fucking your face and gag less than 7 times, I’ll take the plug out of your ass.”  

I didn’t even get a chance to say ‘ok’ and his cock was pumping in and out of my throat.  Thanks to lots of deep throat practice since the signing my Dom/sub contract, I got away with only gagging 4 times before he finished by jerking off on my nose and mouth.

 Given that he is cutting deals with me about leaving the plug in or out, I draw the conclusion that I was still not getting out…after what…3 – 4 hours?  It was when the headphones went back on and I was trying to adjust back into my comfort zone that he began unwrapping and unlocking my dick from its chastity cage. I surmised I was about to be a reward for my trail. An edge and cum session to conclude the session. It would feel so good to have my cock played with after months of chastity.  

He touched my cock only to insert a catheter tube into it.  Then he set up a hydration bag for me to suck down fluids.  This was indicative of a much much longer stay that I had figured on and it took some time to adjust from a state of panic.

 My head and heart settled down. Rest came easy with my bladder drained and the plug out of my ass.  Thoughts about escape came and went, but overall I was managing the next few hours like a champ.  Or at least I thought it was a few more hours.  

Alpha’s third return was approx. 6 hours into the session.  He said he was about ready for bed so he should take care of something.  That something was not me.  It was his bladder.  He once again pushed his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth like a good boy. His piss began trickling into my mouth. The occasional stream landed onto my chin, rolled down the side of my face, and rested at the back of my neck inside my waterproof enclosure. Once I had gulped down every drop of his warm golden fluid, he promptly hopped off the bed, turned off the lights, vid me adieu, and closed the door.

 I was fucked, plugged, face fucked, catheterised, and used as a urinal. I could smell and taste his bitter piss. I could feel and taste my salty cum-encrusted moustache when I ran my tongue along it. So many sensations of discomfort. It was time to get out. He begged to differ.

[buttsmasher]

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on. 

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me. 

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.” 

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.” 

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.” 

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A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry. 

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass. 

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes. 

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.” 

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If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT 

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left. 

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground. 

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.” 

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym. 

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor. 

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall. 

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

[buttsmasher]

Jennifer's Boyfriend

Warnings/Tags: Break-in, Gay Face Farting, Fart Torture, Unwilling Victim, Fart to tongue, Throwing Up, Ball Busting, (maybe just torture at this point?)

You’re startled awake from the sound of your bedroom slamming shut. The lights turn on and you’re momentarily blinded from being awakened in this way. “What the fuck?” You manage to get out as your hands cover your eyes from the light.

“Heard you’ve been flirting with my girl.” As your eyes adjust to the light you see Peter, your co-worker’s boyfriend standing at the bedroom door. He’s shirtless and wearing tight Calvin Klein briefs. It takes a few moments for your eyes to leave his bulge and back to his face. 

“I seriously have no-” You begin. “Dude, get the fuck out of my apartment.” You say when you realize what’s happening.

“Nah bud, you have to make it up to me. No one gets to flirt with my girl for free.” 

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about? Jennifer is so not my type.” 

“Not what my girl said.” You throw your hands up in frustration.

“I don’t know what to say, but your girl lied.” You stand up ready to push Peter out of your apartment. 

“So you’re saying my girl’s a liar?” You can’t help but facepalm. This dude can’t be serious.

“Please, just get out of my apartment before I call the police.” Peter seems to consider this for a moment.

“Nah, I need to show you what happens to guys who try messing with my girl.” He charges you and tackles you to your bed. You both struggle and wrestle until your face ends up next to his ass. You can smell his musk and notice that his briefs are a bit sweaty. 

“Get off me!” You yell but he grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to his ass. His swamp ass disgusts you and face feels wet from the sweat.

“Don’t pass out, it’ll only make it worse for you.” You have no idea what he means until it happens:

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

A loud, ten second fart gets blown across your face. “What the fuck?!” You yell out as the smell hits your nose and burns your nostrils. The sewage smell is overwhelming and you start trying to pull away harder. You slip out of his grip but he quickly grapples you and gets you on your back. He uses the opportunity to sit his full weight on your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBBRBBBRRRRRRR

“Chili tonight,” He says like he’s answering a question. “Always gets my stomach going.” You just gag and flail underneath him.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Tears are streaming down your face as you try to get leverage against him. You’re punching his sides until he grabs both of your arms and holds them down to the your sides

PFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Settle down, you’re just making it worse for yourself.” You don’t heed his words, you continue to try and twist away but he has you pinned good. 

“Please, I didn’t do anything!” You beg hoping he’ll have any kind of mercy.

“Liar. No one fucks with my girl.” PFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTTT “Especially not a bitch like you.” He grinds his ass hard against your face. Your nose gets pressed firmly against his hole. PFFFFFFFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT “Eat that bitch!” 

PBRBRBBRBRRR PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

A wet fart followed by an airy fart gets forced into your nose. The smell is indistinguishable and utterly rank. You’re feeling weak when, Peter slightly lifts off your face. You’re surprised that there isn’t a brown spot after that last fart, but you don’t get to think about it much longer as he slams his ass on your face over and over again.

“You’re not going to be able to go to work for the next few days because you’ll be trying to wash my farts off your face.” 

PFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

He grinds his unwashed ass on your face for emphasis. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

“But here’s the thing. You’ll always smell this, even when it’s not there anymore.” 

PFFFFFFFBBR PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

“This will be in your head for the rest of your life.” He gyrates his hips to make a point. “Whenever you see my girl, you’re going to immediately think of this.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT BBRRRRR PFFFTTT

“Get off me!” You yell again. “Someone help!” 

“No one can hear you.” 

PFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Between the loud farts and your yells being muffled by his ass, you know he’s probably right. 

“I can’t even hear you and I’m right here.” He lifts up again and removes his underwear covering his ass. “Now the real show begins.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

Your face is blasted with toxic fumes. The smell is somehow much worse now that his ass is unfiltered. You’re out of breath between your yelling and the lack of fresh air. You’re sweating bullets and your leg won’t stop shaking. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFF

Peter groans loudly as the last fart rips out of his ass and directly up your nose. “Get your tongue out and get a taste of my ass.” You refuse but Peter roughly grabs your balls. “Taste my ass, or your balls get it.” Tears are streaming down your face as you begin to run your tongue against his nasty pucker.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He releases the bomb directly on your tongue. You can feel the bile starting to come up and Peter stands up. You barely make it to the trash can next to your nightstand. Everything is spinning around you and you briefly see yourself in your standing mirror. You look disheveled and utterly broken. Before you can take too much longer of a look Peter grabs you and forces you to your knees.

“I don’t remember telling you to stop.” He roughly pulls your face against his ass again. “Eat.” You start crying but follow his orders. You tentatively flick your tongue against his pucker hoping you don’t have to swallow another gas bomb. “You can do better than that.” He uses the heel of his foot and kicks your balls, making you yelp. “I said, eat.” He says with venom.

You use the flat of your tongue and swipe up his crack and over his hole. It’s the most disgusting thing that you’ve done in your life and the taste is even worse. Peter gives a satisfied sigh when you run your tongue over his hole again. “That’s it. That’s nice.” He teases. “You have a nice tongue. Made for licking my ass.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Fuuuuck” Peter moans as he forces you to swallow another disgusting fart down your throat. 

“I can’t, I can’t.” You cry as you pull away again. 

“You can, and you will.” He doesn’t let you get far away as he forces you against his ass. “Open your mouth.” You keep shaking your head no and he gives you another kick to your balls. You cry out but do as he says. “There you go, now get those lips around my hole.” 

Nothing prepares you for the quiet hissing sound that comes out of his ass. It lasts for 15 seconds and you can feel your cheeks inflate as he floods your mouth with more and more of his toxic gas. You try to leave it in your mouth and pull away to release it but he doesn’t let you go. You start shaking from the lack of oxygen and eventually you swallow.

That’s when everything starts getting dizzy. You feel yourself starting to fall over and Peter’s hand lets you go. You thump against the ground, barely conscious. You watch as Peter grabs his briefs and kneels down next to you. He covers your head with his briefs before grabbing a pair of your sweatpants and putting them on.

“Next time I won’t be so nice.” He gives you a final look before leaving out your window. You try to get up but feel too weak. You use what little power you have to at least remove the briefs off your face. It doesn’t get rid of the terrible smell though. He was right, you’re going to take the week off just to get the scent off your face.

When you return to work next week, you do your best to avoid Jennifer at all costs. When you do accidentally run into her in the lunchroom, your nose is assaulted by the phantom smell of Peter’s gas. You do the reasonable thing and run and hide in the bathroom. 

~~~FIN

[cadom8258]

[buttsmasher]

Grindr Hookups (Rewritten)

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Extremely Musky, Unwilling Victim, Fart Torture, Anal Vore

It was another boring Wednesday afternoon after a shitty shift at the bank. You’re scrolling through Grindr again to see if anyone catches your eye, but it seems it’s going to be another boring evening. Just the normal amount of names with DL in the profile and a picture of some washboard abs. Then you get to his profile.

Sure, his name is DL like normal, but this time it’s a picture of a huge ass in gray sweats. “Just looking for someone to fill me up.” reads his bio, and you know you gotta message the guy. 

You reach out to him, promising to give him the railing of his life, and he agrees without much fuss. Not even an hour later, you were at a motel room that he rented for the night.

You knock on door 8 like you were told and he opens the door. The first thing you noticed is that he’s shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweats. The second is that he is fucking hot. Built like a greek statue, with amazing abs and big biceps. 

He nods you in and you cross the threshold of the room and something hits your nose. It smells like post gym musk and ass. You do your best not to cringe, but your nose wrinkles at the smell.

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You turn around confused at the sound you just heard. “Whoops.” He just laughs it off as he closes the door. It’s then when you get a good view of his ass. And like you saw in the photo, it’s huge. 

When the door fully closes, he’s on you in seconds. He throws you onto the bed and begins to make out with you. You try your best to get into it, but you realize quickly the musk you smell is radiating off this guy. There’s no denying that your dick is completely uninterested. He reaches down and gropes you and looks up to you.

“Ho-how ‘bout we fuck in the shower?” You try to recommend, but it seems to offend the guy.

“What?” He says with a snarl.

“I-I-I just think it would be easier if we fuck-” He moves to get off you. “Look, you’re hot dude, but you just smell really bad.” That does it, he gives you the most angry look you ever received. 

“I smell bad? You haven’t smelled anything, bud.” And before you can do anything, he’s over powering you and seating his fat ass on your face. 

And boy, he was right, this is much worse. The smell is rank, making you gag against his soft sweats. “Does that smell bad? Because this is nothing.” He grinds his ass roughly against your face. 

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

You can’t help the small yelp that you let out when the fart hits your nose. You weren’t expecting it and the smell is somehow even worse than before. The mixture of his ass musk and the loud fart burns your nose with the smell of rotten eggs. 

“It’s always the same with you bitches.” He starts to complain.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

I five second airy fart, with little sound, gets blown straight up your nose and burns all the way down to your lungs. 

“You see my ass and say you’re gonna give me a good time. But you can’t handle my manly funk.” He lifts an arm and gives a sniff of his pits. “One day I’ll find someone who appreciates me.” 

You don’t really have the opportunity to listen as he’s releasing silent gas into your nose. Everything is spinning around you as you listen to him taking a big sigh of relief. 

“Please, I’ll do anything!” You get from under his ass.

“Anything you say?” He mocks and pretends to think.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT 

You cough through the fart. “Anything!” Your head is really starting to pound.

“Hmmm. Okay.” He lifts slightly off you, giving you a glimmer of hope. But you watch in horror as he pulls down his sweats to show his naked ass framed by a black strap. “You’re going to lick my ass and tell me how good my ass and farts taste.” He says wickedly as he slams his ass back against your face.

You’re not given a chance to respond as he wiggles his naked ass against your face. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

A ten second rumbling fart escapes from his ass and you realize how much his sweatpants were filtering his gas. The smell is ungodly and you feel bile in your throat. 

“Come on, get that mouth open!” He wiggles his ass but you refuse. There’s no way he’s going to make you swallow his farts or lick his ass. “I’ll stop farting on you if lick my ass.” He teases.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT PFFFBFBFBBFFFTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

A loud sigh of relief. “I can do this all day.” He gives his stomach a pat. “The last guy gave me so much gas.” 

You don’t understand what he means but you try to start holding your breath. But you realize that it’s not going to work when he jabs your gut making you take a deep breath. You find your mouth open with his hole positioned perfectly to blow gas down your throat.

PFFFFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

The tears start flowing when you get the taste of his toxic fumes. You were truly in hell, this was your punishment. The taste is god awful and keep hacking and gagging trying to get the taste out of your mouth to no avail. 

“See, all you need to do is lick my ass!” You can’t stop yourself as your tongue presses against his hole. Anything to make sure you never have to experience that again. You cry as you swipe your tongue over his disgusting hole over and over again. “That’s it, get me nice and wet!” 

You’re thankful that his ass doesn’t taste as nearly as rank as the last fart. But then you start to question if your tastebuds were killed because of his gas. You try your best to blank out any more thoughts as he moans to the swipes of your tongue.

“Alright I think that’s enough.” He’s huffing above you, and you wonder if he’s getting off from this. He has to be, that’s why he does this. He gyrates his hips a bit more.

“Please, let me go.” You beg from underneath him. 

“Sorry bud, it doesn’t work like that. You pissed me off, so I have to punish you.”

“Haven’t you done enough?” You loudly sob. 

“Probably, but this is more fun.” 

You have no way of comprehending what he means until all of a sudden, you feel a light suction on your face. Your face gets pulled against his ass, where he grunts and grunts over and over again, and you fear he’s about to release another fart. But to your surprise no fart comes.

Instead, you feel your face get sucked in past his hole. You scream in confusion as your body slowly gets pulled inside the man. You have no idea what’s happening as you're forced to inhale the insides of him.

“Oh fuck yeah!” You feel him shaking above you. “God, that first pop.” You keep screaming and do your best to thrash about but his body has absorbed you past your shoulders now. “Stop squirming, there’s nothing you can do! You’re ass food now!” You keep struggling but it’s to no avail, as your belly button goes past his hole. 

“You’re gonna make my ass nice and plump for the next boy to come along.” You keep telling yourself this is a bad dream and you’re going to wake up. None of this can be real. 

But you can’t deny the gross slick feeling of your body being sucked in. The horrid smell all around you. And the awful taunting from your hookup. You gasp in shock as your cock gets sucked inside him. The man’s tight insides grinding against your cock makes it difficult not to get hard. 

“Ah fuck!” You groan out as your cock drags across his insides. You can’t stop yourself from flexing your feet allowing yourself to get sucked in easier. It just feels too good, and it hasn’t been long but, fuck you’re already feel your load coming. 

“See, I let you have a little fun.” He pushes your feet inside himself and gives his ass a flex. The brief tightness makes you shoot your load all over his insides and on yourself. “Well, thanks for the fun.” You don’t get time to think much further as your life fades away from existence.

Another victim for this man’s large ass.