Just before all human speech was rendered impossible, he asked one final question, the classic "why me?" they always ask. So hackneyed. But understandable. We all want to make sense of things. I shoved the gag in his mouth and told him the truth.
"Your ass," I said. "I saw that juicy ass in the gym locker room and imagined what it would be like rubberizing you and fucking you, my hands on those smooth, gleaming mounds as I watch my cock disappearing inside you. It was an intoxicating image, it obsessed me, I knew I'd do anything to make it real, and now I have."
He tilted his head up at me, deep sorrow somehow emanating from his blank rubber countenance despite the eyeless rubber hood.
"Well, you wanted a reason, and that's it. Nothing more than that. Life is pretty arbitrary when you think about it. If I didn't see that beautiful ass I never would've abducted you, and you'd be living your happy mediocre little life, movie nights with the wife, taking the kids to the water park, etc etc. Instead you get the privilege of being my rubber fucktoy. That beefy behind was your ticket to permanent servitude. You're not a handsome dude, I'm not crazy about your body hair, and you're prematurely balding on top, but none of that matters since it's all covered in black rubber now, and forever. But your ass looks magnificent, that's the important thing. At 34 you're the oldest guy I've ever converted by far, it's a distinction that should make you proud."
With that I began to take my clothes off in order to give my new toy its first brutal pounding. I positioned him on all fours on the black rubber-coated conversion platform and locked his steel ankle and wrist cuffs to short lengths of heavy chain locked to the eyebolts anchored in the corners. He struggled and writhed so erotically, like a trapped animal, every muscle taut and that ass practically begging to be drilled. I took up my position standing behind him, lubed up my already hard cock and pushed it in, inch after inch, my hands clawing into each butt cheek just like I'd fantasized. He bucked and his back arched. What a sight to behold. I thought of the thousands of times I'd coat his guts with my sperm and reflected that life isn't really so bad, there are many pleasures to be had if you know where to find them.














