Of Rubber & Leather

[hypnozys-too]

[rubbergimpz]

[rubberforfun]

Psst!!! Unmask 🎭

[rubberbikerboss-deactivated2026]

Play with sound....

[meinlatex]

That#siehst I like: Unmasking..!

[diverpup]

It feels so good to be fully sealed in rubber.

[bikercbr6]

I never guessed that my salvation would come while working. Now that I have been recreated as rubber I can help my co-workers understand and accept how much better it is to be as I have become.

[greatvoidpersona2]

[ffcuir]

[bikercbr6]

Did all I could to avoid Rubber. Stayed in as much as possible, wore a mask when out, did t socialise, showered frequently during the day...

Thing is, why did I bother? It's not that I caught Rubber, but why don't they tell you just how fucking great it is? But no, they got to put the fear of god into you, make you alter your life, live scared like. When the reality is simply peace. Black, shiny, sleek Rubberised peace.

No wonder some think it's a global conspiracy. it is though, isn't it? They just don't want you to become the most perfect person you ever can be.

Don't linger there, in my doorway eh? I appreciate you came to make sure I'm alright. That's what mates do, isn't it? And I'm going to be your mate right now. Come and touch. Stroke. Feel my Rubber. This time tomorrow you'll be perfect too...

[745393aislop]

[rubberizer4]

Cum to become... It sounds so easy at first 😈

But it gets painfully intense when the only reason you are milked relentlessly is to break you completely and turn you into a perfect rubber drone. Subject 47 is learning that lesson right now strapped down in full shiny black latex as the machine edges and extracts without mercy 💦🖤

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[prettyaiguys]

[prettyaiguys]

The Void and The Boy.

[prettyaiguys]

When Alex came home, he knew who to convert first. After all, Kyle was on top of his contact list.

"I want you to do something for me", he said in his most seductive but casual voice, calculated to put Kyle at ease.

"Sure. What is it?"

Good boy Kyle, always helping, always willing to agree. He would be so much more agreeable in a moment.

"Just relax", Alex said. The Red Dots ... had already infiltrated this primitive communication device and packaged themselves into chunks of data, transmitted, received, reconstituted, taking over Kyles phone.

"Sure", Kyle said. It was the last thing he would say with his own free will.

The Red Dots, now The Red Threads, entangling with Kyles vision, tracing the nerves from his eyes to his brain, tingling, delicately enevloping his brain, moving things around quickly, swiftly, efficiently.

"I am ..."

Kyle's mind went all wonky, as he saw only red, a glowing, pulsating, inviting kind of red, that lulled him into ... calm obedience.

"... relaxing."

[prettyaiguys]

Alex scanned the crowd for Danny. There he was, standing a bit forlorn on the dancefloor.

Displaying calculated confidence, Alex strode towards his next victim.

"Hey Danny, good to see you again."

"Alex, hey. How are you ..."

Danny felt some strange ... feelings inside him. Something was different about Alex today.

"You wanna get out of here?", Alex asked.

"Sure, but ..."

Something inside Danny seemed to distort his vision. All he could see was Alex. His figure, his face, his eyes.

"You're looking at me", Alex said.

"Alex, I only have eyes for you."

"I know."

The Red Dots sealed Danny's fate. Quickly rearranging Danny's mind, creating an unbearable, irresistable desire for Alex, for his ... everything. As long as he could be with him, do everything for him, all would be good.

[prettyaiguys]

The secondary personality was sitting at Kevins desk, absorbing its new directives. While Kevin was submerged in the pleasurable Red Fog, lost in a dreamworld where he has no way of knowing anything, understanding anything, only feeling the pleasure of being not in control, not in the front seat, not aware.

The secondary personality was absorbing all its new programming, directly from Master. His eye was always upon it, checking, controlling, observing. The secondary personality had to progress, had to work harder for Master. It had only one purpose: bring more units to Master, into his control.

The secondary personality was not interested in pleasure or connections, only in fulfilling its purpose. Recruitment.

Masters thousand voices streamed into it, filling it up with new information, new orders, new goals.

The secondary personality was satisfied with being able to follow its instructions. It is content with being observed by Master, his eye always on it.

The secondary personality was not envious of Kevin being completely lost in pleasure while he was not needed. It was not envious of Kevin having this body, since it would always be able to take it away from him.

It was content to do one thing only. Recruitment.

[thordixon]

[kink-override]

Welcome home. You may see that there have been some… readjustments to the flat hierarchy since you let this morning.

Your “partner” here decided to tell me that he would like to experiment with trying on an outfit of mine. He never stated which - but it was clear enough to me.

[filthyfumbler]

[hungkinkbot]

At first the voice made me horny.  All I wanted was to try a hot rubber scene.  But as soon as I pulled the suit on, the voice spoke to me.  It told me to stare at myself in the mirror.  I stood before the mirror.  Eventually I took the suit off.  But the voice remained.  While I worked it whispered in my head about needing to put my gear on.  Needing to be in rubber.  Whenever I saw a mirror, I saw myself absorbed by the rubber, possessed by it.

I would get home, and the voice would tell me that I needed to be plugged, how much happier I would be with my hole filled like it should be.  I began to put it in as soon as I got home.  I would be plugged whenever I was home.  The last thing I would do before leaving would be to remove it.

At work, I would be in the restroom, and I would hear the voice telling me I should be plugged always.  So I started wearing my plug always.  I was was hornier that way.  I would only remove it as needed - to make sure my hole was clean and ready to refill.

I was more productive at work.  I was happier than I’d been.

I kept seeing myself in rubber in every mirror I’d pass.  The voice would go on “You are a rubberboy - why aren’t you in rubber?  I’d get home and my ass would throb thinking of rubber… So I said to myself, fuck it, and started wearing rubber at home.

I would get geared up, relax, hard as a rock, eat my food, watch tv, clean the house - all while wearing my rubber suit.  At the end of the night I would have a wank, clean myself off, then fall asleep in my rubber.  In the morning, I would get up, shower with it on, remove my suit while showering, hang it to dry and head off to work.

The voice wouldn’t stop.  You should be in your gear.  It makes you feel so good doesn’t it?  You’re a rubberboy.  You NEED to be in rubber all the time.

I was wearing my plug all the time already and it wasn’t hurting my work, but I was worried about doing more than that.  But I thought maybe there’s a middle ground.  I decided to buy a sleeveless catsuit…this way I wouldn’t have to worry about sweat running down my arms at work…  Yeah - that would do it.  The voice was quiet as I searched on my computer for the right gear.  It didn’t seem to have an opinion on brand, color, or style.  But I knew what I needed had to be black, heavy, and tight,

The voice knew I needed to feel enclosed in my gear.

The new suit arrived surprisingly quickly.  I had also bought a larger plug without even thinking about it.

My routing grew accordingly.  Wake up.  Shower. Remove plug.  Clean fullsuit.  Clean plug. Clean self.  Do calisthenics and such while naked.  Reinsert plug. Put on sleeveless suit.  Go to work.

All the while I was happy and horny.  I didn’t need to socialize. I didn’t care about other people.  Just my work, and my gear, and my routine. And the voice.  Always the voice.  I would find myself rubbing my crotch during the day at work.  Enjoying it being trapped an unreachable under my rubber. I’d find myself clenching my butt around the plug, gently fucking myself now and again during the day.  I’d enjoy the feeling of the precum dribbling out of my dick under the rubber, lubricating it.

It was some time before I realized just how scheduled this behavior really was.

And the voice kept me company all along. 

I would take care of the necessities of life geared in rubber. I paid my billed, cooked my food, surfed the web, watched tv, all while wearing my rubber suit.  The voice told me I didn’t need television.  I spent more time on rubber sites.  I started writing rubber stories. and I never stroked my uncovered dick. I would get off…but only under my rubber.  The voice told me to order heavy rubber gloves.  I ordered them.  I ordered a larger plug.  The voice told me when to piss.  When to shower. When to exercise.

I was becoming dependent on it. The only time it wasn’t whispering to me was when I was naked between suits.

And the silence was deafening.  I NEEDED to be in rubber.  I NEEDED the Voice in my head.

I would pull the zip tab of the suit up and the Voice would tell me “Good boy.  Good rubberboy.” And I would answer “I’m a good boy.  I’m a good rubberboy.”  And my head would swim and my mind would open up and the Voice would talk to me once more.

The Voice demanded a rubber sheath for my cock under my rubber suit. I wore a rubber sheath.  My cock stayed harder longer in the sheath.

The Voice directed me to suck the cum out of the sheath every time I shot now. My routine had this occurring once weekly at this point.  Monday morning before showering.

The Voice spoke of rubber socks encasing my feet at all time.  My feet disappeared under thick rubber socks.  I learned to enjoy the sweat pooling up inside them.

The Voice told me that rubber covered feet should be in rubber boots whenever possible.  I procured rubber riding boots and wore them once I walked in the door to my home.

Whenever I was at home the Voice had be online cruising rubber sites. Living more and more in this mysterious ethereal rubber world it had growing in my head and less and less in the real world.

The Voice told me my hands needed to be controlled by rubber.  I bought heavy rubber gloves that went on right after my rubber boots.

I was looking more and more like the vision of myself that the Voice would show me in the mirror.  I was thinner. I was more muscular. I looked more and more anonymous and less and less individual.

The Voice needed my hole filled deeper and more full, so an even larger plug was bought.

The Voice commanded that my body be more tightly constrained, so a harness was procured.

My productivity at work continued to rise as I focused more and more singularly on serving my company’s needs.  I processed forms faster.  I suggested improvements to procedures.  I took direction with enthusiasm and ease.  And the Voice reminded me that I was a good unit; a good rubber unit.  And my mind would twist, and I would hear myself say “I’m a good unit.  I’m a good rubber unit.”  And my cock with twitch in near orgasm and more precum would flow into my rubber suit.

And I would strip, and I would wear my suit and I would wear my boots, and I would wear my gloves and I would wear my harness.  And the voice would say ‘You’re a good unit. a good rubber unit.”  And I hear myself repeating “I’m a good unit.  I’m a good rubber unit.” And my cock throbs, and squirts more precum in my sheath.

And I eat.  And I sit at the computer and look at pics, and look at vids, and read stories, and write stories, and record videos, and record pics.  And sleep.  And listen to the Voice.

And the Voice showed me the mirror.  And I was almost as I should be.  I knew what was needed.  And I placed the order.  And I changed into my worksuit, and my work clothes, and my work shoes, and went to work, and I was a good unit, a good rubber unit.  And the Voice kept me horny and focused and my mind drifted while my body worked.  And I arrived home.  And the package was waiting by the apartment door.

And the Voice said. “Yes.  Take the package like the good unit you are.  Bring it inside.”

And I brought it inside.  And I stripped and I cleaned and I wore my home suit, and I wore my home socks, and I wore my home boots, and I wore my home harness, and I ate, and I sat at the computer.  And the voice spoke to me.  And I forgot about the box.

And I slept.

And I woke.

And I went to the mirror.

And the Voice showed me myself as I was.

And the image was the me I should be.

And I came in my sheath.

And the Voice said “Good unit.  Good rubber unit.”

And I said “I’m a good unit. I’m a good rubber unit.”

And the Voice said “Yes…and now you are ready.”

And I froze.  And the Voice became large and empty and beautiful and black.

And I shot again.

And simply was.

And then was no more.

[rubberchris]

He never figured out why he stopped and stepped backed. The dark figure could hardly be seen in the dark alley. But he had noticed. Or was it rather the strange, musky smell? But he stepped back, closer to the dark figure, deeper into the alley. He barely noticed the intense fascinating smell, nor how his cock got harder as he approached. He just stared fascinated at the dark, shiny figure standing there, clad head to toe in this black shiny rubbery material, he had to get close, maybe touch it. He stretched out his hand, as the figure turned towards him. He wanted to scream, as he saw the faceless face under the hoodie, but what got out of his mouth was a lustful moan as it looked at him and stretched out its hand towards him. Without hesitation he took it. The touch was cold, and hot, and slowly crept over his entire body, until it fully encased him. His new rubber covered cock exploded in huge orgasm. He ceased to exist, and a new drone was born.

[rubberchris]

[yes-master-max]

Funny how something so dark reflects even brighter than skin. A skin that was always meant to be there.