He was pumped. He had finally met a cool guy into rubber in his area who didn’t seem like a murderer. They’d been chatting for a week, telling the guy all his fantasies of being kept in rubber and serving him in rubber and how hot he found rubber and how he’d always wanted to try it but had never gotten the opportunity.
Until tonight. He was walking up the stairs in the local Dom’s house trying to get over his nerves. The Dom had promised him a mind blowing rubber session and he’d been so excited he’d never even considered what it could be until they were walking into the bedroom together and he saw it. A vacbed. He glanced excitedly at the Dom who nodded and he tore his clothes and jumped onto the bed making the Dom laugh.
“Now that’s what I like to see, a boy eager to be bound in rubber. Now just slide this way and put this breathing tube in, and there. You’re in position. When I turn on this pump you are going to be so tightly encased in latex boy. It’s going to be instense. You think you can handle it boy?” He nodded eagerly. This was better than he had hoped. The Dom pushed a button and he felt the rubber start to enclose him.
“Good boy. Isn’t that nice? Black shiny rubber enclosing every inch of your body. Getting tighter and tighter, until you’re just a shiny rubber toy for me. Hot fantasy isn’t it? You being my faceless little rubber toy. You’re on your way right now, you look so hot boy. Covered completely by it. Black. Shiny. Thoughtless.”
Thoughtless? He wasn’t thoughtless. I mean sure he was getting a little lost in a haze of rubber and those hands rubbing up and down his body made it a little hard to think but he certainly wasn’t thoughtless. And this latex never stopped getting tighter. He would have thought it was skin tight a long time ago but the feeling of it closing in on him never stopped. It was some hot role playing though, this mindless stuff. He kind of liked the idea of being a thoughtless drone. A toy for this Man. Empty.
“Yes, empty. See the great thing about rubber is the dehumanizing anonymity. You just look like a rubber toy. You could be anyone in there. Or no one. Maybe there’s nothing beneath the rubber. Just obedience. A mindless rubber toy that does what it’s told. At this point the rubber is so tight on you it’s like a second skin. And it’s never coming off boy. So what’s the difference between you and all my other toys right now? You’re made of rubber, you can’t move, and you can’t even think can you my little toy?“
Every word the Man said hit him harder in his slowly slipping mind. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was a toy. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t feel anything outside of his rubber tomb. Everything in his entire world was dark black rubber. Even his mind felt like it had rubber tightening around it. Thinking was so hard. Thinking was painful. He didn’t like thinking. He liked rubber. He liked letting other people think for him. He liked….he liked….
“There we go boy. Soon you’ll have none of those pesky thoughts to bother you anymore. You wanted something mind blowing and you got it. You’re going to be my absolute favorite toy, I’m going to use and abuse every inch of you. You’re going to be permanently encased in rubber, stored in heavy bondage in my closet. You’ll have no need to be bound since you’ll lack the capacity to even imagine leaving but I’ll enjoy the way it looks. And you are there for me to enjoy any way I wish as you are just another one of my toys. You have as much free will and thought as the dildos in my drawer. You may even fill the same role as them, though you’ll certainly never cum again. You’ll be my footrest, my urinal, my blowjob machine, my fucktoy, my puppy, my everything. The ultimate toy for me to play with. Every little sadistic thought that passes through my mind will be inflicted upon you and you will be helpless to resist it. Isn’t that right? Tell me what you think about my plan.“
The rubber molded around him and separated from the pump and bed frame. He was encased in his new skin and his master was right. He would do anything and everything ordered of him. It was his sole purpose in life as a toy owned by this Man. His first command was the only one he’d ever disobey. He could not tell his owner what he thought about his plan. That would require him to be able to think and that part of him was gone. All that remained was an obedient rubber toy.
Great story and based on one of the coalshaft boys pictures. Great site, if you haven’t checked them out you should
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