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Eric invited Dave over to his house after a brief chat on Twitter DMs.
*Credit fakedetail.com (good place for making prank & fictional chat threads USE RESPONSIBLY! Any relation to a real twitter account is purely coincidental. I attached a random user number to hopefully ensure this does not relate to a real account)
Dave waited excitedly through his day of work at the office. He left his San Francisco office and drove to Erics apartment building. It was a large skyscraper. He walked into the lobby and asked the desk agent “I’m looking for a guy named Eric. He told me to come to the desk to get my guest card.” Lynnette said to Dave “Oh, yeah, Eric, he’s the guy who runs the bondage club up in 1002, not hard just take the elevator up to the tenth floor turn right and his apartment is the first unit on the right side. He owns half of the tenth floor… Well, the club does.” She handed him a guest card. He walked through the glass gated turnstile and was impressed as they read his card as he approached lifting the gates open. He approached the elevator and yelled “Lynnette! There’s no buttons!!!” She shook her head and said “You aren’t used to tech are you man? Just walk closer to it.” Dave was from the north tip of SF and worked in a low tech hardware warehouse. He had very little to do with the tech industry. The Corvex apartments was one of the newest and most technologically advanced buildings in the SF bay area, mostly inhabited by techies from the tech industry. Dave stood in front of the elevator bank, he saw his name flash up on the screen above the elevators it said “Dave, please stand back, your elevator car is approaching” DING the bell rang, he recognized only that and saw the shiny silver doors open. A pair of men walked out in a rush and Dave stepped into the elevator, there were no buttons, just a pair of screens. Dave looked closely at the screens and said nervously at the screen “tenth… floor…” The elevator spoke back “You don’t have to speak at me like I’m some dumb elevator. I’m made with the highest quality AI that money could buy.” Dave nearly ran out of the elevator before the doors could close he yelled “Okay the freaking elevators have a mind of their own” He paced back and forth as the elevator made its slow journey up to the 10th floor. He stepped out as soon as the doors opened, he looked at the apartment and on the door it said “San Francisco Bondage Club - Knock for entry” He sighed a breath of relief and said “I don’t want to deal with any more tech, that elevator was enough.” He knocked on the door and Eric opened the door. Dave immediately walked in and sat at the glass hallway table and said “Fucking weird building man, you gotta get a key card to get past these weird gates and you got talking elevators that apparently don’t like being talked to like they’re machines” Eric laughed and said “Don’t tell me you talked to the elevator like a retarded phone!” Dave said “Of course I did, half of voice recognition is shit!” Eric said chuckling “And I guess you got lectured by the elevator on the way up.” Dave sighed and said “Yeah how did you know?” Eric said “Because, half the people that visit SF Bondage Club end up getting lectured by those elevators. Nobody except the tech guys have enough respect for them. Ya supposed to just get on and speak to it like a live person whos an elevator operator. When you go down just say first floor lobby and not another word and don’t speak to it like a slow person, the elevators hate that!” Dave looked around the apartment, he saw into the bedroom and grew excited seeing the shiny black rubber. Eric said to Dave “I’m ready when you are.” Dave pulled his clothes off and walked into the bedroom with Eric, Eric unzipped the side of the vacbed. The smell of fresh rubber filled the whole room quickly. Dave crawled into the vacbed and put his hands over his crotch. Eric said “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Dave said to Eric “I’ll do what I want, just seal me up tight!” Dave zipped the vacbed closed. He told Eric to bite down on the breathing tube, his breaths whistled through the tube. Dave turned on the vacuum system and hooked a hose up from in the wall to the bottom of the vacbed. He said to Eric as the latex squeezed his hands down against his crotch “Man, that’s looking tight, does it hurt yet?” Eric whimpered, unable to speak. Dave said “I usually don’t let guys out til they squirm around from orgasming but from the looks of how harshly your hands are crushing your cock I don’t think you’ll be able to even get an erection. I’ll let you out when I have my next booking… Tomorrow morning!” Eric screamed and cried through the breathing tube unable to make a single word. Dave walked out of the room and left Eric wiggling within the tight latex confines. He couldn’t move his hands, they were crushing his cock and as he writhed his body within the thick tight latex’s grip he only made himself grow closer and closer to blacking out from exhaustion. Evening came hours later, he watched the sun set through the smoky black latex. He fell asleep knowing that he was truly trapped in the rubber confines. Dave returned the next morning and pinched the breathing tube shut listening to Eric snoring “Wake up rubber toy Eric!” He turned off the vacuum and said “Move your fucking hands. I have a guy coming in an hour, you’re going to orgasm before then.” Eric moved his hands to the sides of the vacbed and was surprised by Dave turning the vacuum on without saying a word. Eric pulled his hands up toward his face and tried to adjust the breathing tube, instead getting it out of his mouth and his hands being squeezed tight against his face. He made bubbling gurgling screams as the vacuum sucked the air out of his lungs. Dave turned off the vacuum and said “I’ll push the tube into your mouth if you can move your hands out of the way, otherwise I’m gonna wait for you to orgasm or black out in there!” Eric struggled wildly, he couldn’t move his hands more than an inch in the gluey slimy grip of the latex. Dave watched as Eric frantically struggled lifting the vacbed off of the mattress several inches flexing his body. Dave listened to Erics muffled heavy desperate squeaks and whimpers. He turned the vacuum on again and laughed as he went silent, now with his lungs emptied and his chest caving in from the brutal cruel rubber squeezing him. Eric squirmed weakly, he thrust his crotch into the rubber as he orgasmed. Dave quickly unzipped the vacbed seconds before Eric blacked out. Eric blacked out as the zipper was opened and Dave laughed slapping his face gently waking him up saying “Well you orgasmed hard! So hard that you blacked out even with me giving you air.” Eric said to Dave “You’re fucking cruel but I love it, that was one of the strongest orgasms I ever had!” He crawled out of the sticky rubber enclosure and walked out to the main room grabbing his clothes. He was embarrassed as a tall man in leather stared at him. Eric said “Oh, Dan, right, I forgot I gave you a door key and told you to just let yourself in. This is Dave, one of our new club members.” Dan said to Dave “Maybe we will have to get in that vacbed together one day. How’s about you with your face buried in my leather crotch. If and when I orgasm is when you can have fresh air. Dave was excited and nervous by the idea, Dave liked a good suffocation but he wondered if he would be able to make Dan orgasm fast enough or if he would black out. Eric said to Dan & Dave “Looks like you two will have to get sealed up in my vacbed in a few days, as for you Dan, it’s time for you to get into the leather strap cage. I wanna see how tight I can pull the straps against you.”
There's no escaping his predicament. The bondage slave knew just exactly how fucked he truly was when he was forced into a pre-lubed rubber suit which ended in rubber toe socks and mitts.
Then out of the corner of his eye he spotted the heavy rubber sleep sack awaiting his rubberised body. Next a collar was locked around his neck as a rubber hood descended blocking all of his features and turning him into a shiny rubber object.
Lastly once he was all sealed and lay motionless on the floor a heavy blindfold, rubber gag and headphones completed his encapsulation.
Forced to listen to the endless voices aimed at destroying his brain leaving him a well and truly loyal rubber slave, his new Master watched on proud of his new acquisition...
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Bring Me The Hood
Master was in his dungeon, doing what he enjoyed the most; turning an ‘innocent’ young man he’d selected for transformation into one of his ‘army’ of rubber slaves.
“…and now it’s time to permanently hide your identity and individuality, as you become my latest rubber slave”.
Max couldn’t believe this was happening. How could a night out with friends end up in this situation?
The voice continued, as resolute as it had been since the Master brought Max into the dungeon, “Bring me the hood.”
Again, Max tried to resist what was being done to him; to get away somehow, but he couldn’t find a way. Shouting didn’t work, in fact, it just seemed to amuse the man, who simply sniggered at Max’s protestations. When asked a question, the man firmly instructed Max to never question him ever again.
Of course, this hadn’t stopped Max but when his next question was met with a very firm smack to the face, followed by another, and then another. He realised that questioning was futile.
As the hood was brought near to him. Max shuddered. Like everything he’d already experienced, the hood was made of a thick latex. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie. Other than two shapes where the eyes should be, from Max’s perspective there were no discernible features.
Without further hesitation, the man fitted the hood over Max’s head. Everything immediately went black. Struggle as he might, all he could do was wiggle his head a little bit from side to side. After a moment, he felt his head being grasped, and suddenly felt the end of a tube being forced into one nostril, then into the other one. Max was about to yell out when the man quickly fitted a rubber gag into his mouth, then pushed both the gag and the nose tubes as far in as they would go.
Still trying to free himself, Max felt a tightening on the hood; it was being pulled together at the back. It kept being pulled tighter and tighter, in fact as tight as possible. By now the rubber was was sealed against his forehead, his cheeks and his chin. Just as Max thought the hood would crush his head, the pressure suddenly stopped.
“Perfect. Now all that is left is to seal him in and then we can get finished up here!” the man exclaimed, delighted with how the processing of his new capture into a rubber slave was going.
It didn’t take long for Max to realise what seal him in meant. Almost immediately, he could feel a disagreeable heat that started around his lower back.
To an onlooker, this is where the base of the zip would normally be found on the type of rubber suite the Master had fitted Max not long after his abduction.
The heat generated was not enough to burn him, but made him feel very uncomfortable, and he now felt the suit getting wet, primarily from his own sweat. Max noticed the sensation of heat started traveling up his back, and very soon it had reached his neck. At which point he could feel the heat suddenly dissipate.
“Greetings Rubber Slave”.
Although Max couldn’t see anything, his hearing came to life. He realised the hood must have a build-in earphones because he could hear a voice talking to him.
The voice continued “I think it is time I explained what is being done to you.”
The shock of being referred to as ‘rubber slave’ caused Max to struggle on the gurney once again and at the same time all he could do was grunt as loudly as possible.
The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think I should explain that rubber slaves don’t need a voice. They exist to submit, serve and obey. I am now pumping a liquid rubber into the gag that’s in your mouth. Think of it like a balloon filling with liquid latex. Once finished, it will solidify and seal, leaving only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.”
All Max could manage was muffled noises, and even these noises faded out as his mouth became completely filled.
“Good!” the voice exclaimed, “Now I’ll use these heat pads to complete the sealing process.” The heat resumed, now moving around his neck and Max continued to struggle. Seeing this the man decided to explain the process in more detail. “You might think you can free yourself, but you can’t. You see, I’m melting the outer rubber seal onto the inner. Once I have melted it, the joins are gone and the layers become just a single layer: tight, seamless, and most importantly, irremovable. Once I have completed the link between the suit and the hood, I will seal the back of your hood and that will be how the rest of the world sees you … from this day on. The rest of your life will be spent serving me as a rubber slave.”
“So, let me tell you what I’ve achieved thus far. Your body is covered in a thick rubber suit. Your dick is in a chastity cage, with a tube inside enabling you to dispose of your piss. There’s a plug in your arse, which will only be removed when your Master requires it. And, you’re permanently fitted with this hood. And I should point out this is no ordinary hood.“
Max, unable to shout, unable to move, and unable to stop what was being done, could only listen intently to the words emanating from the earphones as his future was being mapped out.
“Slave, you no longer control your own body. The hood now controls you. The hood is fitted with a built in wireless connection, and that controls what you hear. More important for you to know is the in-built electrodes in the suit which have now been melted into key areas of your body.”
Immediately, Max felt a sharp pain in his groin. The pain disappeared instantly. Then he noticed a pleasant sensation in his arse. Just as quickly there was a burst of electricity on his nipples and then suddenly he felt excruciating pain in his balls. Max was in agony! Then all the pain was gone. “That is just a taster of the control I have over you, slave. Everything you feel is controlled remotely.”
Max’s head was spinning, he was more confused than ever.
The man interrupted his thoughts, “and I need to tell you about a few other things.” Instantly, Max couldn’t breathe, just as he started to panic, the nose tubes reopened. Then, suddenly there was light. Having been in darkness for so long it took time for his eyes to adjust.
“As you can see, your hood has vision built into it. Now, I must leave for a while now, whilst the final stage of your enslavement is completed. Just watch the pretty swirls, and listen.”
Suddenly, Max’s eyes were filled with swirling shapes. In his ears, a voice was telling him to watch and relax. He tried closing his eyes, but the voice insisted he kept them open. His nostrils were bombarded with a blast of sweet smelling gas. He couldn’t help watching the shapes, the colours were beautiful and the swirls enticing. More gas was blasted into his nostrils. His mind had been opened, and he was beginning to give in. Watching the swirling colours and absorbing the words.
As the voice told him to relax.
As the voice told him to submit.
As the voice told him to remain calm.
As the voice told him to obey.
As the voice told him to serve.
As the voice told him that he was the hood now, nothing more or less
The hood owned him, and he must obey it. The hood owned him, and he must comply with any instructions it gave. The hood was him and he obeyed the hood, comply, obey the hood, submit, obey the hood, serve, obey the hood, obey…
…and with that the personality that was Max was no more…
Master returned pleased to see his latest rubber slave now standing in position; awaiting instructions.
“What is your name?”
“I am rubber slave one-one-three.” replied the rubber slave formerly known as Max.
“Who do you serve?”
“I serve my Master.”
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Climbing into the rubber COCKpit
That's permanent faggot, all of it. you said unconditional ownership, well, I've taken it. Enjoy this new life I've given you.
There's no escaping his predicament. The bondage slave knew just exactly how fucked he truly was when he was forced into a pre-lubed rubber suit which ended in rubber toe socks and mitts.
Then out of the corner of his eye he spotted the heavy rubber sleep sack awaiting his rubberised body. Next a collar was locked around his neck as a rubber hood descended blocking all of his features and turning him into a shiny rubber object.
Lastly once he was all sealed and lay motionless on the floor a heavy blindfold, rubber gag and headphones completed his encapsulation.
Forced to listen to the endless voices aimed at destroying his brain leaving him a well and truly loyal rubber slave, his new Master watched on proud of his new acquisition...
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It had seemed a really horny idea to be “forced” to spend the night in the full Zodiak suit along with body armor and helmet as well.
But now he’d been inescapably restrained in his gear and and was lying on the bed without a hope of even standing up on his own, he began to realize what he’d let himself in for.
Of course, he had a huge hard-on and an equally large temptation to squirm around in the heavy creaking gear, but he knew that as soon as he had cum, all the fun of the scene would be lost for a while and then there’d just be the discomfort to deal with.
And there’d be plenty of time to think about that, as there was still over 8 hours to go until the agreed time of seven o’clock.
Naturally they had agreed a safe word beforehand, but using that would create its own problems since it carried a forfeit whereby if released early, he wouldn’t be able to wear gear for the rest of the weekend - and being the bottom was what he enjoyed most!
Whichever way he looked at it, he knew there was nothing for it now but to prepare for a long rubbery night…
Would be a hot and horny night but I’ll try the challenge 😉
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Want to try one on?
Just bear in mind that once it’s on, you’ll be locked in and will stay like that for the rest of the day and maybe overnight.
And if you complain about being too hot, for starters you’ll probably get a headshave to help you cool down. And if you still complain…well…
So think carefully before you say “yes”.