I’d been driving through the countryside for hours when my car finally gave out on a quiet back road. No cell signal, of course. The only house in sight was a modest place tucked behind some trees. I figured I’d ask to borrow a phone and call for a tow.
The front door was unlocked. I pushed it open and stepped inside.
A figure completely encased in shiny black rubber sat strapped to a sturdy wooden chair in the middle of the living room. Thick belts pinned his arms, chest, waist, and legs to the frame. A heavy gas mask hood covered his head, the large lenses reflecting the room light, the breathing hose dangling. His hands were trapped in smooth, rounded rubber mitts that rendered his fingers useless. Even his boots were locked into place with more straps. He looked completely helpless.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, rushing forward. “Are you okay?”
He made muffled sounds behind the mask. I quickly worked at the buckles, loosening the restraints one by one until he could stand. He pulled the hood off slowly, revealing a sweaty, exhausted face.
“Thank you,” he gasped. “I’m Roy. His name is Master… he kidnapped me months ago. He keeps me like this almost every day — hooded, gagged, locked in rubber. He goes into town for hours and just leaves me here.”
He described it in a shaky voice: the constant bondage, the way the thick latex clung to every inch of skin, the way the hood and mask turned the world into a dark, muffled prison. He sounded broken. I felt terrible for him.
Once he seemed steadier, he asked if I could give him a minute to collect himself. I nodded and stepped back. He paced a little, rubbing his wrists, then turned to me with surprisingly calm eyes.
“You know… the rubber actually feels incredible once you get used to it,” he said softly. “The way it squeezes you, hugs every curve… it’s intense, but kind of addictive.”
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it.”
But he kept talking — calm, persuasive, almost hypnotic. He showed me the suit, still warm from his body. Before I knew it, I was curiously touching the glossy material. He helped me peel off my clothes and slide into the rubber. The suit was thick, heavy, and incredibly tight. It took effort to pull it over my legs, my torso, my arms. The sensation was overwhelming — cool at first, then warming rapidly as it sealed around me like a second skin.
Roy smiled. “See? Feels good, right?”
It did feel… strange. Powerful. Intimate.
He picked up the heavy gas mask hood. “To really understand it, you have to be fully in it. The restraint is part of the experience. Trust me — just for a minute, so you can feel what I’ve been going through.”
I hesitated, but he seemed so sincere, so grateful. I sat down in the chair. He started buckling the straps — slowly, carefully. First my legs, then my waist, chest, and arms. The thick belts clicked into place with finality. He slid the heavy mitts over my hands, turning them into useless black rubber balls, then handcuffed them to the sides of the chair. Finally, he lifted the hood.
The world went dark and tight as the thick rubber settled over my head. The gas mask lenses pressed against my face. I felt the gag slide between my teeth just before he sealed everything. My muffled protest came out as nothing more than a quiet groan.
Roy stepped back and looked at me — exactly as I had first found him.
Then his expression changed. The exhaustion vanished. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.
“Thanks for the rescue, man,” he said, pulling on one of my old shirts. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Master will be back soon. He’ll think you’re me — Roy. The new Roy. I’m finally free.”
I thrashed wildly against the straps, but they held perfectly. The mitts made my hands completely useless. The gag turned every shout into a pathetic, muffled whimper behind the gas mask. The rubber suit gripped me tighter with every movement, hot and inescapable.
Roy picked up his bag and headed for the door. He paused for one last look.
“Enjoy your new life. The hood and mask stay on a long time… sometimes for days. Master loves that.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
I was alone in the quiet house, completely sealed in shiny black rubber, strapped helplessly to the chair exactly as I’d first seen him. Every breath echoed loudly inside the mask. The latex clung to me like it had been made for my body. And somewhere outside, a car engine started — taking my old life away.
I pulled desperately against the thick leather straps, but they didn’t budge even an inch. The heavy rubber mitts turned my hands into useless, shiny black balls, and the handcuffs locked to the chair made sure I couldn’t even twist my wrists. Every frantic movement just made the thick latex suit grip me tighter, hot and slick against my skin. The gag deep in my mouth turned every curse into a pathetic, wet gurgle behind the gas mask. My breathing echoed loudly inside the hood, fogging the lenses slightly with each panicked exhale.
I was completely helpless.
Then I heard the front door open.
Heavy footsteps crossed the floor. A deep, calm voice filled the room.
“Hey there, Roy. Miss me?”
Master stepped into view — a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a short beard and calm, possessive eyes. He was carrying several shopping bags. He looked me up and down, clearly pleased with what he saw: me, sealed head-to-toe in shiny black rubber, strapped tightly to the chair exactly where he’d left the real Roy.
“Sorry I was gone so long,” he said casually, setting the bags down. “Traffic was a bitch. But I picked up some nice new toys for you.” He pulled out a thick leather harness with heavy D-rings, then a set of heavy metal cuffs connected by a short chain. “These are going to keep you a lot tighter tonight. No more of that squirming you like to do.”
He reached out and ran a gloved hand over the top of my hooded head, stroking the smooth rubber like he was petting an obedient pet.
“You know… I still remember the day I caught you,” he continued, a fond smile on his face as he reminisced. “You were out for a run on that lonely country road, all sweaty in those little shorts. Thought you were so tough. One quick chokehold from behind and you dropped like a sack. Woke up already zipped into your first rubber suit, gagged and hooded, right here in this chair.”
He chuckled softly, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of the new leather he’d bought.
“Best decision I ever made. You’ve been such a good boy since then, Roy. Even when you fight the straps… you always settle down eventually. The rubber owns you now.”
I screamed into the gag, thrashing wildly, trying to shake my head. The gas mask lenses flashed with the reflection of the room lights as I struggled, but it was completely useless. The straps held firm. The mitts kept my hands useless. The hood and gag turned all my protests into nothing but muffled, desperate noises.
Master just laughed quietly, misreading my panic for the usual resistance he was used to.
“Aw, look at you. Already excited to be played with. Don’t worry, boy. I’m not letting you out anytime soon.”
He picked up the new heavy harness and started unbuckling one of the existing straps across my chest, preparing to add even more layers of restraint.
And he had no idea I wasn’t the man he thought I was.
I lost track of time completely inside the heavy gas mask. The thick rubber hood turned the world into a stifling, muffled prison. Sweat rolled down my face and neck, trapped inside the suit. My muscles ached from the constant strain against the unyielding straps. Every breath was a loud, labored rasp through the filter. The gag kept my jaw sore and forced me to drool helplessly down my chin.
I had no choice but to endure.
Finally, I heard Master’s footsteps return. He stood in front of me and unbuckled the heavy gas mask hood with practiced ease. Cool air hit my sweat-soaked face as he pulled it off. I gasped, blinking against the sudden light.
His eyes widened in genuine surprise as he stared at my face — a face he had never seen before.
“What the fuck…?” he muttered.
I immediately started talking, my voice hoarse and desperate.
“Please… listen. My name isn’t Roy. I’m just some guy whose car broke down. I came in looking for a phone and found him tied up like that. He said you kidnapped him. I freed him… and he tricked me. He convinced me to try on the suit, then strapped me in here. He left me as his replacement so he could escape. Please, you have to believe me. Go after him — he can’t have gotten far!”
I thought that would be it. That any sane person would realize this was insane and let me go.
Master listened quietly, his expression shifting from surprise to something darker — amusement. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face as I finished my story.
He let out a low chuckle, then started laughing properly.
“Well I’ll be damned,” he said, shaking his head. “Roy finally did something smart. He gave me a fresh upgrade.” He reached out and roughly grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to examine me closer. “New face. New body. New toy. And you walked right into it like a dumb little hero.”
I stared at him in horror. “Wait… you’re not going to—”
“Go chase after him?” He laughed again. “Hell no. He did me a favor. You’re mine now, boy. And since you were stupid enough to fall for his trick, I’m going to make damn sure no other hero tries to ‘save’ you.”
He stepped back and looked me over with new interest, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
“You’re going to be kept much more secure from now on. More straps. More locks. Maybe a permanent hood. We’ll weld some of these restraints on if we have to.” He smirked. “Can’t have you pulling the same stunt Roy did.”
Then the mocking really began.
“Look at you,” he taunted, circling the chair slowly. “Big strong hero rushes in to rescue the poor victim… and ends up sealed in his rubber suit, strapped to his chair, drooling behind his gag. You really believed him, didn’t you? Sat down willingly and let him buckle you in. Pathetic.”
He leaned in close, his voice low and cruel.
“Welcome to your new life… Roy. You’re going to look so good once I add all the new gear I bought today. And don’t worry — the mask is going back on right after I feed you. You’ll be spending a lot more time sealed up from now on.”
He picked up a bottle of water and a protein shake, clearly enjoying every second of my despair.
I was no longer a stranger who stumbled in.
And Master had no intention of ever letting me go.
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