Nick Sandell
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Nick Sandell
“What do you mean with a code word, boy? There is no need for a code word! Do you think we are playing a game? Shut up and take the gag, then I will explain you your needs. I do exactly know what is good for you and your mind is fully revealed to me. I can promise you that your body is able to communicate. Speaking is not needed and surely not the right way of communication for a rubber pup. Therefore not allowed and must be prevented by gagging techniques. The gag is inflatable and very efficient. You will have to get used to it, since you will wear it every day for several hours. The gag is kept deep in your mouth with a leather belt behind your neck and of course secured with a lock.
As I already told you yesterday you will be locked in chastity as long as you are in rubber. And as a rubber pup you will wear your rubber suit 24 hours a day. Even overnight you will sleep in rubber. There will be times where additional layers of rubber are added, there will be times where a layer of leather is added, you will be additionally kept in bondage for very long periods, but you will at least kept in one layer of rubber for the rest of your life. Yes, boy! That means that you will be kept in chastity for the rest of your life, too! The rubber suit and the massive chastity device beneath are design for long term wear. Both have integrated cleaning and body healthcare functionality, which can be applied without the need of removal.
Now you can imagine that your horniness will arise from all the rubber and bondage. That is certainly wanted. I will do anything to keep you on very high levels of horniness and sometimes nearly on the edge with no release. But a rubber pup in this state must be gagged all times. This is very important, because of his sex drive and his high horniness with no possibility to ejaculate it normally will have many complaints. Annoying complaints in verbal form must be absolutely prevented. Strict gagging rules will help to prevent. A gagged rubber pup will still be able to make noises like grunts and moans. But these noises are welcomed and will become part of the non-verbal communication, which is a very important feedback for the master. Your body movement and your moans will reveal your level of horniness to me. So I´m able to react at any time, if adjustments on stimulations are needed.
You will become an endless horny rubber gimp, never allowed to ejaculate, but always throbbing pre-cum, hooded and gagged many hours a day and never released from your rubber and chastity confinement!”
Fuuuuuck!! You need another horny rubber gimp subject? I’d gladly apply 😏
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“Dad... you can’t be serious, right? You do your special ritual to switch our bodies in the middle of the night, and I wake up with your big old dick hard in this singlet? Look how silly I look.”
“You were the one rockin these sweaty tights to bed, son. Guess you got your spandex kink from your pops. But yup, I’m borrowing this young muscle for the day. Gonna go get laid. You can enjoy your old man’s body in the mean time. This is what happens when you’re out after curfew and don’t obey your father. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, remember— I can switch our bodies whenever I want to, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Besides, you forgot to tell me Happy Father’s Day, you little asshole. Your hole’s gonna be real sore when you wake up in this body again, bud, you can bet on that.”
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One Of Us
“But, these students…” Adrian lamented. A professor at the local university, Adrian had grown weary of his classes filled with rowdy, jacked-up male students who had no desire to learn. He, and the students in question, had been asked to front the faculty director in light of half the class failing their exams.
“Professor,” the faculty head interrupted, “You cannot fail half the class. A lot of these students are here on sporting scholarships or pay their way in.”
“And I’m to go easy on them just because of that?!”
“Look, Adrian, we can’t have whole classes failing. We need the money these students bring in. I won’t be discussing this further,” the director replied sternly.
The professor was furious. He’d had enough of dumb, nineteen and twenty-year-old jocks disrupting and humiliating him, a thirty-six-year-old intellectual, in the middle of his classes. He left the office, avoiding eye contact with the group of sporty young men awaiting their turn with the director.
“All of you, come in,” the older man’s voice quietly echoed out from his office. The strapping students shuffled into the cramped space and stood over the director’s desk as he turned to them. “Boys, I believe I have a singular solution to both of our problems,” he continued in a hushed voice as he slid a silver chain across the desk.
The final class of the day, the one Adrian dreaded most, started late in the afternoon. The professor avoided eye contact with the irritating young men but noticed how much better behaved they seemed to be that evening. He pondered what the faculty head must have said to them.
As class wrapped up and half the students filtered outside into the dusk, the other, problematic half remained.
“You can go now,” Adrian said.
The half-a-dozen young jocks approached Adrian at the front of the room. “So, uh, Professor Buckley, we got you something,” the leader of the pack mumbled, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a simple, silver chain necklace.
“Uh… t-thank you?” Adrian looked at the light, metal chain with a puzzled look. It was something the troublesome students would wear, so he thought perhaps it was a genuine attempt at apology. He looked around at the group of men, only to notice sinister smirks on their faces.
“One of us,” the jock holding the chain muttered. As if responding to the words, the necklace lunged at Adrian and wrapped itself around his neck. The metal stung his skin as if were molten hot or freezing cold. The professor grunted as he struggled to remove it, but it held on tight.
“One of us! One of us!” the young men chanted, with each repetition increasing the intensity of the energy pummelling the professor’s body.
Adrian groaned as the necklace flooded his body with some invisible force in response to the jock’s words. He felt heavy, hot, and horny. “What have you done?!” Adrian yelped at the young men as he tried to conceal his growing boner.
“Shit dude, I can’t believe it’s actually working,” one of the jocks exclaimed.
The professor hunched over his desk and moaned as every repetition of the chant triggered the necklace to pump more and more energy into him. The feeling of movement across his stomach caused him to look down where he could see more and more of his torso being revealed. But he wasn’t growing - not yet - his shirt was shrinking. It folded in on itself, vanishing from his body entirely. Likewise, his slacks were pulling inward, becoming a pair of soft gym shorts while his socks disintegrated and his expensive leather shoes split apart, reforming into rubber slides. The professor wasn’t in bad shape, especially for a man approaching middle-age. An average, healthy body dusted with dark hair now stood exposed at the front of the room. The jocks were slightly amused seeing their academic professor shirtless and dressed in the same shorts and footwear as themselves.
With his clothing irreversibly modified, the intensity of the necklace’s influence trebled. Adrian whined and gripped the end of the desk as he very slowly began to stretch taller. He watched in terror as the hairs on his arms began to recede, followed by those on his chest, stomach, and legs, leaving just a sparse, light smattering behind. Freckles, lines, and blemishes faded from his skin as it took on a smoother, younger, tanned tone.
The professor clasped at his face as the short, dense beard he was so proud of retracted away, many of the hair follicles disappearing as he was left with a smooth face. His eyes blurred and strained. Adrian threw his glasses onto the table and was shocked to find he could see perfectly, and that he was now eye-to-eye with the six-foot-one jock who had first revealed the necklace.
“Please… augh… stop,” Adrian gasped, “I-I’ll… ah… pass all your exams.”
“Hah, no way man,” another of the young men chimed up, “You’re gonna be one of us!”
Those three words once again made Adrian moan loudly as they caused his chest to begin to slim down and ripple with new, lean muscle mass. Two small but well-defined pecs formed along with a tight six-pack of abs that pressed out hard from his slim stomach.
His arms did the same. His shoulders crunched as they pulled inward, rounding out as they pumped up with bulk as well. His biceps tensed and bulged as muscles he’d never before possessed fluttered with growth down to his wrists.
Adrian’s hands cramped and crackled against the desk as they too expanded. He struggled to hold himself up as his palms soared across the table and his fingers stretched longer and slimmer.
“Augh, p-please…” the professor whimpered.
But the dumb, young men continued, “One of us!”
Adrian could feel his years of study and research fading away as the men chanted. The longer the transformation went on, the more Adrian could feel the idea of being one of them becoming more and more appealing.
The professor stifled a yell as his legs thinned while simultaneously strengthening with youthful, trained muscle. His long, slim legs undulated with swelling, lean muscle from years of deliberate working out.
Adrian bit his lip, staining his changed underwear with pre-cum at the feeling of his ass swelling. He reached behind himself with a large, clumsy hand and gasped as he gripped his perky, toned bubble butt. He somehow remembered all the squats and exercises he had to do to get an ass like that. “No, no…” Adrian bemoaned as he realized this was but one of many new memories invading his mind. Thoughts of working out and hanging with his bros were slowly replacing academic study and personal hobbies.
The group of men surrounding Adrian noticed the damp spot at the center of his tented shorts. “Look’s like he’s enjoying it,” one of them barked.
“Augh, fuck you, man! F-fuck!” Adrian growled in fury and ecstasy while his toes twitched and popped as they began to lengthen. The slides expanded into size thirteens, ready to accommodate his growing feet. His toes raced against the rubber, cracking into long, powerful digits while his soles and arches stretched larger.
The professor panted and moaned, resisting but incapable of denying how incredible it all felt. And yet it still wasn’t over. He gripped his hair as his facial features moved and adjusted. He could feel the hair between his fingers become softer and scruffier. His nose completely reshaped and grew along with his ears, accentuating the cute, dumb, and cocky veneer his face was adopting.
Adrian could feel how athletic, cocksure, and good-looking he was. He could barely resist the transformation any longer.
“Augh, m-my d… my di- ahh!” he screamed as his erection pulsed with incredible energy. It too was to be amended to match his tall, slim, athletic body. It pushed and stretched into his shorts, stretching the tented fabric further and further outward.
“Whoa, dudes, check it out!” the lead jock laughed, signaling toward Adrian’s growing bulge. “One of us! One of us!” the men continued.
Underneath the clothing, Adrian’s balls were expanding, pairing with the thickening and lengthening cock. “Please…” he moaned desperately, feeling what little of his former self draining into his expanding dick. What was now a solid eight inches had stretched the shorts too far. The waistband was going to slip up over the end at any moment. “Please…” Adrian moaned again, “Please don’t stop.”
“One of us!”
Gripping the desk tight, Adrian groaned and laughed in a lighter, younger tone. “F-fuck yes!” he yelled as his cock stretched to over nine inches and bounced up from under the waistband, unleashed to the air, “Bro, I’m g- gonna… c- ah! Ah!”
Cum exploded across the desk as Adrian fell back against the chalkboard. He smirked and bucked his hips, groaning and shooting load after pent-up load. The chanting slowed as the group of delinquent college students watched in awe and disgust. A few of them adjusted their own packages, turned on by the fellow fuckboy having the time of his life in front of them.
Eventually, Adrian - now a nineteen-year-old jock - returned to reality and tucked his swinging, soft package into his shorts. “What the fuck are y'all looking at? You wish you had a cock like this,” he sneered and laughed. The young men in front of him looked lost for a moment, their ears rang as new memories whispered in their minds. Adrian was their friend and always had been. He was one of them.
Quickly, the group snapped back and circled around the new jock for high-fives and pound hugs. The faculty director watched on from a few floors above with a satisfied expression as the strapping young men dispersed for the day. Just as he’d intended, the college now had one less troublesome staff member and one more troublesome student.
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