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The Diet Plan - Part 2
It wasn't the size, it was the teeth shattering slam of it when Billy awoke and screamed with demonic insanity.
Billy, had just started to rebuild his life when he mistakenly contacted, what he thought was a kinky, yet firm, Rubber Master. Well he was a Rubber Master but also a violent, severely mentally unstable psychopath. Capable of such depraved, violent acts, that always left his slaves so traumatised they usually ended up on the streets or in mental institutions for the severely traumatised.
But Billy was going to be different, Billy would be his long-term project and he knew he needed someone easily led, weak, and vulnerable. Billy fitted perfectly.
It took just the false promise of a long weekend in rubber, chained in some lightweight bondage for Billy to begin his new life as a permanently rubbered toilet. But not just that, but one that would live it's entire waking life having it's mouth and anus violently abused with endless rubber cock, from the moment it wakes until the moment it collapses from screaming in complete exhaustion.
Even then, Billy - or should I say what's left of Billy, from now on we'll refer to him as "it" or "toilet", it's kinder that way - isn't sure what's worse - the daytime abuse or the utterly degenerate, night time shit eating. It's not really eating - more pressurised forced feeding. Over just 5 hours (toilet's mouth and anus are abused every minute on every day for 19 hours, soon to be 20 hours abuse and just 4 hours allowed for "sleep") a 2 gallon bucket of human male shit is pumped directly into it's mouth, in large pulses of shit. Every few seconds for 5 hours a large glob of shit is pumped into it's mouth, you can literally see it's cheeks quickly bulge as the shit is pumped straight into it's mouth. Then the swallowing would begin, fast and desperate. Panicking and quickly trying to gulp as much of the cold, wet, filthy shit before the next mound of rotting shit was pumped into it's now toothless mouth.
Master hadn't removed the teeth - they had broken during the mouth abuse, become infected with shit and slowly - and painfully - rotted away until it was toothless. It was the only time that Master had ever heard a rubber toilet slave scream and scream for not just weeks but months as it's mouth became a rotting heap of decaying broken teeth. But now it didn't need teeth to chew the shit, it just had to mindlessly accept it was a permanent rubber toilet for abuse. There was no way out, no escape, just endless pain, endless cock, and endless shit.
Billy awoke at the first slam of the massive torpedo sized cock, he felt it forcefully plunge it's way down his throat, he couldn't breath or even exhale , he just feel his throat expand to take Masters massive rubber dildo. Violently in and out, over and over, going on for hour after hour - stopping 10 minutes every 4 hours to be force fed more shit, until Billy's stomach was bulging from the half gallon of thick gooey shit that had been pumped into it. As soon as violence began again he would vomit the shit over and over, Master enjoyed watching him vomit his shit back up - he knew how painful this was, and so would thrust the cock deeper into Billy, watching him shower brown shit over and over from his mouth.
Every day was the same, wake up, his mouth slammed with cock, fed shit, more cock, more shit. Chained into painful bondage overnight and force fed, more and more shit.
As miserable a life as this was Billy never gained weight again, in fact he eventually got down to 6 stone (84 pound) and less than 1% body fat. So it turned out that Billy was right - the diet plan - worked.
He would have been proud - if he knew what proud meant, or even what "he" was anymore.
“JUST THE TRAINING YOU NEED BOY!”
The Diet Plan - Part One
Billy had been fat all of his life - bullied and fat. Ever since he appeared on earth everyone bullied him - even his parents - so he'd found solace in food - lots and lots of food from a very young age.
Growing up - his so called friend at school had taken him out on dog walk - his friend - Joey, had a great Dane that Billy adored - a great big gentle giant of a dog. But Joey wasn't a friend - as soon as they got to the woods - some of Joeys friends were waiting for him and Billy - and as soon as they arrived they jumped on Billy and held him down for what seem like hours whilst they taunted and mocked him. During this time, Joey's great Dane took a shit - a huge stinking pile of shit - about 4 pounds worth. Joey's friends couldn't resist. They grabbed Billy and screamed "Eat it you little whore". Billy recoiled and was quickly booted in his nuts, "I said eat, you worthless faggot"
Billy felt like he had no choice but to eat it - he cried and cried and kept putting his mouth to the huge warm pile of dog shit and taking mouthfuls over and over. He felt sick, he felt disgusting and he felt utterly humiliated. But he had no choice but to keep eating this pile of dog shit. Every time he paused they would start kicking him over and over. The pain of eating shit was less than the physical pain of being kicked.
Between every mouthful the boys had made him say "I eat shit", "I was born to eat dog shit", "I love eating dog shit". And of course as extra humiliation they had videoed him eating it.
After most of the shit had been eaten - they tortured him further by demanding he lick the grass clean ensuring no dog shit remained. Again, he had no choice . Billy could feel his entire mouth covered in shit and his stomach felt close to bursting and he felt physically sick.
It was afterwards the true nightmare began - all of the lads threatened him "You're gonna come to this exact spot tomorrow and every day and do the same again, otherwise we post the video of you eating shit..get it???" Billy had no choice but to agree, and so the next day he had to endure the same all over again but worse. Some of the lads brought their own dog shit in bags and this went on day after day after day.
They even made him lick the plastic bags clean every time and other times they would strip him naked and smear dog shit all over him taking great joy in poking it up his nose, rubbing it in his eyes or forcing the shit covered bags up his arse. They would smear it in his hair and shove it in his ears.
His parents never said a word when he came back covered in shit and smelling like a toilet. It would be years later he would find out that his parents had actually arranged all of this - they were his biggest bullies.
So for years growing up Billy lived life as stinking Dog shit toilet. It would open the door for him to become a depraved disgusting adult. But for now he could at least enjoy real food!
** Part 2 coming soon **
Let the Men of Tumblr Decide
Master Jon loved his objects but especially this one - a feisty young thing that had tried to escape numerous times. So Master Jon decided that the best option was to rubberise it and force it to walk and walk and walk - to wear and tire it out - permanently. The object was attached to metal frame via an enormous plug and it's arms were locked behind it's back whilst ever it was on the treadmill. The only time it had any rest was when it was allowed to sleep at night - 6 hours where it's legs burned and ached all night. But after 6 hours it was installed straight back on the treadmill. But Master Jon decided to "spice" things up - he decided to let the kings of Tumblr decide Objects fate, quite simply via this post. All the have to do is to either Like, Reblog or Follow, and that decides the fate of the object. A like means an extra hour on the treadmill and any more than 6 likes per day means that object has to keep walking instead of sleeping - literally 24 hours a day.
A Reblog means an increase in speed Every reblog makes the treadmill go faster. Even if the Object has to run for 24 hours - that will make Master Jon very happy A Follow is the cruellest one of all. A follow causes the object to have it stomach pumped full of shit - and then be forced to run for hours and hours with it's stomach bloated with shit - Master Jon's shit - which is usually about 6 turds worth.
It's all part of the grinding down and dehumanising of the object - to turn it into a brainless shit eating rubber covered hole.
And to make matters worse - the plug prevents object from shitting - so it has to keep going on the treadmill bloated with Master Jon's shit. If this post gets 6 follows a day then object will be filled with 36 turds each day - all kept by Master Jon in the freezer - a years worth of shit was frozen ready for this. Master Jon wants the object to kept permanently moving and permanently filled with shit.
So if you want the Object to suffer - either Like, Reblog or Follow this post. You know the Object needs it - and you'll help make Master Jon very happy!
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Life is a Bag
You've always loved rubber - the blackness, the sheen of it, but most of all the way it clung to your body - suctioned so tightly, clinging to every inch. How you loved to be trapped beneath - not just one - but many layers of tight rubber. You would dress and play alone - that was until you met Master Jon - and your life changed forever.
He made sure every minute of every day you were dressed in rubber - you weren't allowed to take it off, the rubber just got tighter and tighter and tighter. Your skin? Oh it itches and burns - and is seriously inflamed beneath those layers of tight rubber - but somehow you adapt to being permanently rubbered. Your skin is probably decaying away but rubber is your true skin.
And Master Jon is taking you on a journey of no return. You've been rubbered in complete tight black rubber for 2 years now - and you've been in chastity for that whole time. But Master Jon is cruel - very cruel - and last month your penis was completely removed. No more erections, no more having to wear chastity. Your balls are still there - so you can keep making testosterone to ensure your sex drive is kept high - but you have no mechanism for release - ever. A soft rubber penis has been attached to your groin with a catheter and piercings so you look "anatomically correct" but you'll never come again - You're just a toy for Master Jon and nothing else.
Then the bag appeared - purely for breath control. As well as never being able to see or hear - fresh air is something that you won't experience again either - every breath is done via this bag attached to your face - with just a small hole allowing a small amount of "clean" air into it each time - every breath you take you know there's less oxygen than there should be and you feel constantly short of breath.
Sometimes you panic - but there's nothing you can do - except keep breathing the semi stale air. There's no one to help you - or even listen to you. Master Jon sees you as a toy he plays with every now and again - and feeds you once or twice a day and that's it.
No one knows you're here - no one cares. You're locked away in a room where there's no day light, no fresh air - just a small room with you in it.
And the next phase begins today for the rest of your life - so far you've been fed protein rich tasteless gruel. From today - your bag will be filled with Master Jon's shit each day. You will breath nothing but his shit - and you will have to eat it as quickly as possible otherwise it could block your breathing hole - and that is your life.
Your breath bag is filled with shit - and Master Jon shits A LOT. And your job is to eat it quickly or you can't breath. And even when the shit has been eaten - the smell clings to the bag and that's all you will ever smell every breath you take - day or night.
If you had a penis - it would become hard at the thought - but you don't - if you could see - you would be turned on seeing yourself in eternal rubber, but you can't. If you could hear - you would love to see hear Master Jon's voice, but you don't.
But you can't do any of those things - you're just a chained and tied up rubber worm - breathing shit filled air and living off another man's day old shit.
This is your life. A bag of shit.
( hope you enjoyed this!! Like and follow for more! Thanks for taking the time to read - always appreciated!)
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DO NOT read this story
Rome, Italy 1965 (translated from the original news article in Italian) It was reported this morning that Giovanni Francesco was discovered dead in his Rome apartment. He was found fully covered in black rubber and initial investigations found that he had died of a heart attack. Further investigations showed that a strange Latin phrase had been carved into his skin underneath the black latex. Police are refusing to release any further details.
Manchester, United Kingdom 1989 David had been in the University Library all day - he’d finished his dissertation and handed it in, he was just weeks away from starting a new life with his degree. He was young, fresh faced and ready to begin life’s adventures. However, that day it was raining so he’d decided to go through some of the more unusual books in the library - he started at the beginning of the restricted Non-Fiction section and the first books he came across were the religious section. The first book he found that caught his eye was “Demons of Old” written in 1646 by a Derbyshire author. It was an original copy and so David started flicking though it - it was very heavy on text and very few drawings but one caught his eye. A man covered in black with just two eye sockets showing. He was turning away from a statue of Jesus. Underneath, written in bold text was the phrase “Pellis Nigra Nitada Daemoneum Parit Et Animam Manducat”
He left the library soon after and decided to go for a drink in a very run down area called the “gay village” - not somewhere he went very often, but on the way there he passed a fetish shop and a pair of rubber briefs grabbed his attention...
Bonn, Germany 1997 Wilbur, or to be precise Master Wilbur found himself locking up his shit eating rubber slave. He’d owned his slave for 5 years and had totally dehumanised him in that time. He now lived permanently in a cage, totally covered in layers of rubber, and would only eat shit. He was a brainless, subhuman toilet.
As Wilbur locked the cage he gently whispered “goodnight David...”
CERN, Geneva, Switzerland 2017 Hans Fischer lead a group of physicists investigating the more unusual aspects of Quantum physics, He enjoyed his work - but had recently discovered some unusual aspects of latex and rubber that had some extremely strange quantum irregularities - his team had discovered that when latex was close to the human skin all molecular activity stopped. This was going to need further investigation.
The Vatican Library, Vatican 2023 Archbishop Jean Louis Taurin had spent weeks cataloguing racks of old and ancient books from Mexico & Central America . But one had caught his eye “The Demon of the Hevea tree” It was a Latin translation of the original Mayan text. He read the book with intense scrutiny. It was a warning - a warning about latex - anyone who starts wearing rubber will unleash the demon - a demon which dehumanises, takes over the mind, and consumes the soul. You cannot escape it, you cannot run from it. You will eventually become a rubber mindless husk with a strong sexual desire to service men and live a life of complete debauchery. The book had one simple warning and resounding sentence
“Pellis Nigra Nitada Daemoneum Parit Et Animam Manducat”
And it simply meant. “The shiny black skin gives birth to a demon and eats the soul”
But what scared Archbishop Jean Louis was on the final page of the book and there it gave a second warning
“Homo qui legit monitionem daemonio adducet in aeternum”
Quite simply translates as “The man who reads the warning will bring the Demon in to eternity” Archbishop Jean Louis reached down and rubbed his rubbered genitals and started to dream.
You were warned!
(Hope you enjoyed this mini story - a little bit different from the usual stuff - let me know what you think!)
Just a reblog from 2023 - New Stories coming soon! Hope everyone is having a fantastic 2025!
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Beneath the Rubber
You wear rubber because it's black, shiny and tight and it feels so good. You don't know why, you just know it does. You need that rubber to cover every inch of your pathetic body, for it to cling tightly every part of your skin. Every sensation is magnified, every touch is like being stroked by a demon. You never want to remove the rubber, you want to sleep in it, live in it, experience everything in it. You need a man to force you to stay in rubber forever, to keep you locked, to keep the rubber locked and chained on. You need it, you need to be forced to wear it forever, feeling it getting tighter and tighter every hour. You don't want ordinary skin, you want layers of rubber compressing you into ecstasy with no way out.
And you want just your holes exposed, nose, anus, penis and mouth. Then you want men to insert themselves into you, to become a rubber slut. Everything rubbered except for your holes, and you want men, any man to use you. You want their come in every one of your holes, even your nose, you want that filled with come too, don't you?
But you need more, you want mens shit to cover your skin underneath the rubber. You want to feel that warm, soft, filthy male waste covering your entire body. That layer of warm, sticky, stinking brown filth to cover every inch of you. You want layers of black rubber to compress it in to your skin. You feel worthless and being covered in male shit is all you desire. Knowing you're just a subhuman rubber covered turd is what you live for and desire the most. You know you have no other purpose than to exist as a rubber toilet for men, and only men. You need to know that the shit won't ever be removed and you'll forever smell of mens shit. Knowing that rubber forces that shit all over your disgusting body is what makes you hard. Knowing you're not only covered in mens shit, but covered in rubber and that rubber is locked and chained on permanently. So there's no way out, no escape and no way back.
And you know you want to have a pipe attached to your rubber mouth and have shit pumped into it every single minute. A pipe that will feed you the shit of anonymous men, endlessly, all day, every day. You want to feel that warmth and filth in your mouth. You want to endlessly gulp it down filling your entire digestive system.You need to know that's all you exist for, is to be fed shit. Every inch of your insides, from mouth to anus is other mens shit, and every inch of your outsides is other mens shit. You need this so badly. You want to exist purely as a rubber toilet pipe for men.
That's how worthless you feel. You don't want to think, or exist in the modern world. You want to live in darkness, in rubber, as a shit coated, rubber covered, sub human toilet. Not just for a few hours but forever. Locked in with no way out.
(hope you enjoyed that! Drop me a like or a follow, if you get chance, and remember to experience as much as you desire when you walk this earth - always consensual of course)
Rubber Suffering
Dave had always loved rubber, starting off when he was sixteen buying his first latex pants and socks and secretly wearing them under his work clothes. He had started work that same year as a labourer, but wasn't particularly very good. His boss became infuriated with his clumsiness on site but he liked the young man so wasn't sure what to do.
One day, whilst Dave had nipped to the toilet, he was just pulling his orange work trousers down when John, his manager, also ran into the toilet and stared in disbelief at Dave's rubber pants.
Dave didn't know what you do when John said "you into rubber, lad?", and just mumbled something along the lines of "yes boss" but went bright red through embarrassment.
That's when John knew he'd found his perfect use for Dave. John knew Dave's family wanted him out of the house, they were a rough family and didn't want Dave at home, so John contacted them and suggested he'd find a home for Dave, and before he knew it, Dave found his belongings on the garden when he went home later that night. John knew what was happening so came to pick him up, and that's when Dave would disappear into a world of men, rubber and filth.
John took him back to the work site, fed him and drugged him. He woke up later that evening covered in rubber, head to toe. His entire body in tight black rubber, suctioned into a vac bed with a tight rubber mask on. He panicked and tried to scream but found he couldn't. Heard about 15 of his work colleagues, big, strong, older men around him laughing and making derogatory comments. He felt ashamed and embarrassed
He felt sick to the stomach when he heard John say to the lads. Meet your new rubber toilet boys. Dave is going to drink your piss and eat your shit, so make sure you come to work with a full bowel. The lads all nodded, laughed and agreed. Dave didn't appreciate the nightmare he was in for, not just for a few hours or days but for the rest of his life.
You see John has layed a foundation just below the portaloo, where Dave in his rubber would be placed. He would live in darkness, eternal darkness, and would feel shit and piss trickling down his throat every hour of every day, all the men on site would be dumping their loads into the toilet each and every day. One particular cruel man by the name of Mike even brought dog shit in to put down the toilet, he got hard at the thought of Dave having to eat his and his Doberman's shit each and every day
That was Dave's life from then on, a rubber toilet slave buried under a portable toilet being used over 15 different men each day.
And your probably wondering, what about Dave shit and piss,, well that would just fill the suit until every inch of him was covered in a thick sticky layer of shit, eventually covering all of his skin and eventually Dave would be eating that too as it found it's way back to his mouth.
So Dave would spend minute after minute eating fresh shit and rotten old shit, little time for sleeping just eating. Even the air he breathed came from the shit pipe so he breathed shit too. He would never experience fresh air again.
That was twenty years ago, and weirdly Dave is still going, still eating, he remembers nothing of his previous life. For twenty years he's become nothing more than a human turd. Eating shit and being covered in shit. But that's the luck of the draw in life! Some people just end up as a rubber toilet!!
(hope your enjoyed that, do drop me a message if you did. Love and respect as always)
Lobotomy
Brian had been a neurosurgeon for nearly 40 years, and had achieved great things in the world of brain science, had operated on thousands of people across the world and had become absolutely world renowned in his skill. He's earned millions from his work and discoveries.
But Brian had a dark secret, he was a sadist, a rubber fetishist, and had a shit kink and a deep desire - a terrible need. He wanted to have his own rubber toilet slave, but he didn't want to train one or have the usual idiots wanting to become a toilet only took let him down, or ghost him when he wanted to make it reality.
He had a need to make his own.
Enter Dave, a 25 year biker, with no family, no friends, no job, no address, seriously injured in a bike accident. Brian knew how to save Dave and restore him to full vitality, but for once, that was not his plan. He was horny, and knew this was his one chance. Dave was declared dead by Brian, but he wasn't, he was heavily sedated, and taken back to Brian's mansion, and his brain would be adapted in the most terrifying of ways.
The first thing to go was the frontal lobes, to completely remove his humanity and higher thoughts. Dave was now a vegetable, a living, breathing vegetable.
Next, wireless electro implants were placed in the pain centres of his brain. Brian could inflict the most devastating of pain in any part of Dave's body at the tap of his phone. Dave would scream and scream with pain so bad that Dave just wanted to die. So that was the next part, removal of any ability to talk. He wanted him silent.
The next operation was in his sexuality part. Brian could switch Dave's sexual desire on and off, and ramp it up to the point where Dave desire for sex was so powerful he would lick and sick anything near him, he would try to insert anything into his anus. Try to imagine the hottest you've ever felt and multiply it by a thousand.
Next came control of hunger, and swallowing. Again he could make Dave so hungry, and he would try and eat and swallow anything. Once this was switched on Dave would be eternally hungry, no matter how much he ate, he could keep going.
Next came the hearing and vision parts of his brain, these were permanently removed. Dave was now blind and deaf forever.
Next went the touch centres of his brain, every inch of his body went numb, he could feel nothing. Dave was now alone, he couldn't feel his body, see or hear anything.
Brian's icing on the cake was to cover Dave in the toughest black rubber, place him a cage, attach a tank of his own shit, and then he switched everything on.
Dave just writhed around in his cage, his sexual desire has been turned on to maximum, along with his hunger, and all his face muscles could do is chew, swallow and eat, over and over and over again. 24 hours a day. Dave's sexual desire was so overwhelming, all he wanted was sexual abuse, and to eat. No sleeping, just eat shit.
That was two years ago. Dave has had a transparent pipe attached from anus to mouth, and had furiously gulped his own shit for two years. Recycling it over and over again. And the hunger never goes away, the sexual desire is so overwhelming because he can never come. Brian spends his retirement watching Dave gorge on shit, just a rubber sewer. No way out, this is all Dave knows. He's kind of happy in his own way.
But it's Brian who the happiest, his self made toilet is still going strong, and he expects him to exist like this for at least 30 years. Literally gorging shit 24 hours a day, every day. He can even increase the speed Dave eats, so eating 20 kilos of shit every day is now normal. Dave never gets bored, never wants to stop. Brian even sets the pain level to a hundred, it doesn't slow Dave down, but Brian knows that every part of Dave's body is screaming in agony, but that does doesn't stop him from needing shit.
Brian is happy and proud of his toilet, it is his life's work. And he'll have many years of enjoyment out of him.
(thanks for taking the time to read. Are you a Brian or a Dave?? Food for thought!)
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The Choice from Hell
Charlie had always wanted to try rubber. So imagine his joy at finding at man who would not only keep him rubbered for the weekend but also indulge him in bondage too. Friday night and Charlie was fully rubbered and his arms tied to the ceiling whilst his muscular just dangled there. He would have come there and then if only his cock hadn't been caged.
The man who had done this kept coming down to the cellar and would literally play with Charlie's rubbered body anyway he wanted, stroking the rubber and running his hands up and down. Despite the pain his arms and shoulders were now feeling, Charlie was hanging there in joy.
Saturday came and went, his arms were now in serious pain and he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since yesterday, but he knew he would be out off it in 24 hours, after all it was just a weekend thing and he knew he could get through it. Besides this was a once in a lifetime experience.
Sunday came and by now he was in really serious pain, and when his Master came down he begged and begged to be released. Then his Master told him what was going to happen to him.
"you have a choice boy, every day I will hoist you 1 inch higher, soon you'll be standing on you tip toes, and then you'll be dangling in mid air, your arms will be screaming, but I offer you a choice, if you say 'I want to live like this for the rest of my life, permanently rubbered, and live off your shit and piss and nothing else' I will stop raising you any higher.
Charlie was already standing on his tip toes at this point, and sheer panic made him scream and swinging his dangling body, he didn't want to exist another minute like this. Tears rolled down his face, but hidden by the rubber, only his mouth was showing. As his Master went to winch him even higher he mumbled the words that Master had given him the choice to say.
Master didn't winch him any higher, he just laughed and said "that's now legally binding", he stroked Charlie's rubber body, and went to get a huge bucket of shit slop, this was be Charlie's only food that he would ever taste again.
But the Master had lied "You see Charlie, I'm going to seal you in that suit, you can still piss but when you need to shit, I'm going to make you shit in your suit - have you worked it out yet? Why I've kept you in this position? Every time you shit, I'm going to rub it all over your muscular body, so every inch of you is covered in my shit that you've eaten - every single inch of you, and all of that shit will make you heavier and heavier, meaning you'll be screaming in the worst pain you've ever known, you're going to spend the rest of your life like this"
Charlie started to scream and sob even more knowing there was nothing he could do except accept his shit filled rubbered fate. Each day he would be covered in more and more shit pulling on his arms even more. Pounds of shit inside his suit pulling him down and living in total pain.
Master didn't want to tell him yet, but the next choice would be "shall I remove your arms, and hang you by your feet?" And then the next question would be, "shall I remove your legs."
Charlie's fate would be eventually existing as a rubber torso, covered in shit and rubber, swinging by the rope around his neck, nothing more then a babbling rubber sewer, with no arms, no legs, struggling to breath, covered in shit and existing in a cold dark cellar, living only in pain and eating shit. He would become nothing more than Master's shit filled rubbered brainless sewer toilet toy, forever.
(I hope you enjoyed that story, drop me a like, follow or reblog, and may all your fantasies come true)
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What kind of fool?
What sort of idiot ends up spending all of their days hanging upside waiting for the next type of abuse. Well a guy called Charlie did. You see he always fancied being in rubber, and trying bondage. But this has gone terribly wrong.
Not only had he been like this for a year, but he'd had to adapt to living upside down, wearing Rubber so tight, there was no air in between his skin and the rubber, it truly was his second skin, he never sweat as the room temperature was kept at a constant 19c, meaning he felt nothing, over time the rubber has slowly suctioned and effectively glued itself to his own skin. Life without right black rubber was unimaginable. His genitals had long stopped getting erect due to the black steel cage the surrounded them and completely stored them getting erect.
The only skin showing was his soft mouth; his teeth had long since been removed, his face was kept tightly rubbered, just his wet moist mouth was on site, constantly ready for his Master to insert his interested penis into. Charlie had got so used to the taste of a dirty cock that that was all he looked forward to.
The real terror was when the tank of shit and piss was brought over and the pipes attached to his mouth and great seats of ship soup fitted into his mouth, all he could do was swallow, but this was difficult because it was defying gravity, he felt it all goes upwards, his stomach filled to capacity, which in turn he felt the weight of it pressing down on his lungs.
It wasn't much of a life, eating dirty shit, sucking dirty cock, but he knew there was no way out, just swinging there all the time, day after day. Nobody knew he was there, except his master. Hanging from his feet, with his arms chained behind his back and his neck chained to the floor, there was nothing he could do except resign himself to living like this in black rubber, waiting for cock or shit.
But there is many a fool that would pray and beg to live like this.
(love this picture, there is so much detail and erotica to it)
Do you agree?
Do you agree to spend your life in layers of tight black rubber, whilst tightly chained up, in permanent chastity, and service me in every way possible? Do you agree to drink my piss and come, and eat both my shit and the shit of all my mates? Do you agree to live in the smallest cage possible, all day, every day, even though you'll be in pain from existing in such a small space? And do you agree that I don't need to care for you, just use and abuse you for the rest of your life? And you agree you want to go slowly insane just to serve me?
Good, I'm glad you have willingly agreed!
(just a short one for today, but I love this picture)
Ultimate Degradation
You've fantasised for years about about rubber, covering yourself in layers of the tightest, blackest rubber. Then you started reading stories of filth and degradation, and how that set your mind alight! Your cock would grow bigger and bigger each time you found the pictures of men covered in shit and eating shit. How that tingled your mind, you needed it, you desired it, you must live like that.
Then you found Master John, he promised to introduce you to the joy of rubber and shit. Two weeks of fun and filth, he promised. You couldn't wait as you packed your bag and headed off into the best adventure you could ever wish for.
Then the dream turned into a nightmare. Not just a nightmare, but one that even Satan couldn't have dreamt of. One so horrific and degrading, that if you'd known, you'd have run a thousand miles in the opposite direction.
But that day arrived, created by your own sick mind,
You're encased in 5 layers of tight black, it's all so tight and so numb as your in so much rubber. You can't see, you can't hear, you feel nothing, you hang upside down permanently. Your ankles chained to the ceiling, your hands chained behind your back. You've been like that for two years. You're never released, or washed, or let out of the rubber. You just hang there, as a tightly compressed rubber worm.
But that's nothing to what John then does to you. Each day, his job is to empty the portable toilets on building sites, and take them back for cleaning. But he saves the shit slurry from these, about 20 kilos (44 pounds) and each and every day he pumps all of that shit directly into your suit. The compression of so much men's shit is insane. Literally to the point where it's almost forced into your skin, it fills your ears, eyes, everywhere.
The worst part of this is that your mouth is wedged open with a metal brace, and hanging upside down means that it is forced, powerfully so, into your mouth, and down your throat.
As you hang there in the cold, dark, damp, lightless cellar, every bit of that shit has one outlet, your mouth, you have no option but to swallow and swallow and swallow all of the shit from so many random men. Each and every minute you do nothing but swallow shit. You tried screaming but the shit just flowed in to your mouth even faster. You tried being sick, but you had to swallow it all again. There's no let up, no time off, no break. This is all you do 24 hours a day, if you manage to sleep you've had to learn to swallow shit even during that. Only at weekends does your shit get piped out, otherwise, you have to keep swallowing that, recycling your own shit as well as that of so many men. There is no way out. You have just two little nose pipes to breath.
You'll never read these words as your brain has gone totally insane and you've had no choice but to accept your fate forever.
But you did want this didn't you?
(thanks for reading if you got this far. I appreciate everyone who takes time to enjoy these stories)