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The scent of liniment and old sweat hung heavy in the air of the Golden Knights locker room. Gabe Gold, once the golden boy quarterback of the Michigan Wolverines, stood before the mirror, his reflection a testament to years of relentless training and an almost obsessive pursuit of physical perfection. His muscular frame, honed by countless hours in the gym and on the field, now filled a tight, reflective golden wrestling singlet. Sweat glistened across his chest and arms, each vein prominent, his jaw set in determined resolve.

He wasn't the fresh-faced kid who once threw spiral after spiral down the field, captivating Friday night crowds. Life had a way of twisting paths, and Gabe's had taken an unexpected turn from gridiron glory to the unforgiving mats of wrestling. The transition hadn't been easy, but Gabe, driven by an intensity few could match, had embraced the change with the same fiery dedication he’d brought to football.

Behind him, on the worn wooden bench, a shiny golden football helmet rested beside a plain black wrestling helmet, silent relics of his past and present. The dim golden light from a single, bare bulb in the ceiling cast dramatic shadows over his sculpted physique, highlighting every ripple of muscle, every etched line of effort. He clenched his fists, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing softly in the quiet room.

His eyes, once alight with the thrill of a game-winning touchdown, now held a deeper, more profound intensity. This wasn't about cheers or accolades; it was about the raw, visceral challenge of one-on-one combat, the ultimate test of strength, will, and endurance. Tonight was the state championship, and Gabe Gold, the transformed athlete, was ready to claim his new crown. He took a deep, steadying breath, the metallic tang of sweat and determination filling his lungs. The transformation was complete.

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May your passion for building muscle intensify with each passing moment

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You ready to take on 2 cowboy studs boy? Good!

Start by stripping and licking my boots. We’re gonna make you the faggot pussy you are.

Good boy! Lick those boots hard! Gets me hard. We’re gonna tie your ass down and see how many go-rounds it takes to fill your faggot cunt!

Lie down and let’s get the rodeo started after we rope you down!

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Push the button

this drone pushed the button, would you?

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I had been dreaming of being immobilised in rubber ever since I first saw images of other rubber freaks like me on the internet. Their perfect bodies wrapped in black shiny latex. It was all I’d ever wanted. I craved it. Driven mindless with lust I contacted every rubber enthusiast I could begging them to let me try their equipment. All these masters wanted a full time slave and this was not a commitment I was willing to make. Most masters had the slave condition so I thought all hope was lost. One master I contacted seemed normal. Willing to let me try out different bondage items every visit. This started our new formed master slave relationship.

Every weekend I would visit master in his secluded werehouse. Tied up and fucked by master relentlessly and then left in bondage for the rest of the weekend. It was bliss. The winter holidays were around the corner and master had a new plan. A whole week of perverted bondage fun in the werehouse just master and slave. It was going to be brilliant.

I met up with master and was shown my new outfit. First on was the inflatable butt plug inflated to max capacity causing me to moan in pleasure and howl in pain as mt ass was ripped apart . Then a full sized chastity belt. This locked the buttplug in and locked my cock in a perfect mold preventing any stimulation. Next I climbed into a catsuit with attached hood gloves, feet and cock sheath. Another one of these catsuits followed to minimise risk of escape. Then the tight fitting leather hood with tubes that went down his nose and sealed his mouth with a huge inflatable gag allowing air in through the nose holes only. Ear plugs were fitted under so that master could talk to his slave. I was then put in a latex sleep sack which was sinched closed tightly with leather belts. I was then put in the vacuum bed. My nose tubes the only exposed part of me. The vac bed was sealed and the vacuum initiated. The vac bed was special since it could hold the vacuum effect indefinitely due to extremely tight seals without the need for the vacuum.

“You’re all mine now” master grinned as he admired his creation. “I assure you told no one you were coming here”

I loudly grunted to signal I hadn’t. “I can’t quite here you” master called “you’ll have to speak louder” He then turned on the electro in the buttplug in and I screamed wildly through the layers of bondage as it sent earth shattering shocks up my ass.

“That’s better. Now since I went through all this trouble to give you such a nice time I though why not make it worth the while?”

This was begging to feel bad. We hadn’t discussed this beforehand and I couldn’t communicate anything except howls and grunts.

“Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much I’ve decided to make this arrangement indefinite”

My heart stopped. I didn’t agree to this. I struggled wildly against my bonds to escape but to no avail.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this” taunted master “you’re my latex slave. Every week for the past year has been preparing you for your eventual ownership. You practically signed a contract by turning up every week so willingly”

‘No. No. No. I want my normal life’ I told myself yet my cock was rock hard and my loins ached for more bondage. More severe. No escape.

“The longer you protest the worse this will be for you” master said. “I will transfer you from this werehouse to my state of the art bondage dungeon in the mountains. No one will know you are there and no one will find you. I have made the necessary arrangements to cancel your job and cut off any remaining family or friends. You are mine.”

After all of the searching for a normal master the one I had found was the most twisted. I was beginning to think I liked it.

Master stopped broadcasting his voice into my ears and a track came in instead. “SERVE, OBEY, RUBBER, BOUND” played on repeat and the words invaded my mind. Fed the words relentlessly during my journey my mind started to melt and my world became rubber and bondage.

Suddenly the track stopped. Maybe we were at our destination. Then my air cut off. After a minute I couldn’t last and tried to breathe in but was met by nothing. My lungs burned and my throat felt like it was going to burst. Then the track came back on and my air was back. Finally. Gasping for air I panted in my bonds. Then the air shut off again. Master watched as I struggled for air. His new playtoy was just as he had hoped. The gullible twink had walked right into his trap. “You’re mine forever”

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And now breath deeply. Good Drone.

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Just accept the mask, it's the final piece of your conversion into a rubber drone. Once it's on, it secures itself tightly and comfortably to your face and seals itself to the latex skin you are now covered in. Earbuds in your ears play sound and voices, emptying your mind ready for the collective to control you. You belong to the collective drone army now

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The scene is pure fantasy brought to life: one man, completely encased in jet-black latex, locked into a chair at the center of the shop, becomes the centerpiece for every curious gaze and wandering hand. His suit shines under pink and purple lights, the glossy rubber stretching tight over every muscle, every vein, every subtle flex. Hooded, masked, and fully restrained, he sits motionless except for the small shivers of excitement that ripple through his latex skin every time a stranger brushes against him or gives an approving squeeze. The sign above says it all—touching is encouraged—and tonight, he is more than happy to oblige.

Every visitor is drawn in by the display: some just watch, transfixed by the living, breathing sculpture of rubberized masculinity. Others can’t help but reach out, letting their fingers slide along the slick surface, testing the limits, feeling the pulse of a body fully surrendered to the thrill of transformation. Phones come out, photos are snapped, stories are whispered and fantasies are quietly sparked in the crowd. The arrow points the way, making sure no one misses what’s on offer—total exposure, total surrender, total rubber.

For the stud in the chair, there’s nothing but pride. Every stroke and every stare is another step toward the future—more men rubberized, more minds opened, more lives changed by the pure, immersive pleasure of latex. He’s not just a mannequin—he’s a promise, a beacon, a sales pitch made flesh. The look in his eyes, even behind the hood, says it all: he’s found his place, and he loves every second of it.

If you could take his place, would you? Or would you rather be the one doing the touching, helping to spread the rubber revolution? Let us know how you’d help bring more men to the glossy side! https://bit.ly/4huCvu0

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totalalphadom

check out this encased betabitch. total objectification from the worms rubber encased empty head down to the shined up combats great to see everytime nice job. Totally ready for overnight storage. (7/10 🍌 rating)

diverpup

These trousers have especially good movement due to the stretch panels in the crotch, knee and seat