K!nky Sw!tch

Top bottom or vers?

Dom, sub, switch?

On a scale of 0 to 10 how kinky would you say you are?

How many people have you had sex with last year?

What size is your penis?

When was your most recent boner?

When did you last cum?

How often do you jerk off?

What is the last thing you jerked off to?

Where did you last cum?

Are you hornier in the morning or evening?

What are your 3 favorite kinks?

What are your limits?

What kink would you most like to try?

What kink have you tried but didn’t enjoy?

Do you have a master/sub?

What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?

Favorite piece of underwear you own?

What underwear would you like to buy/be gifted? (pics welcome)

What underwear are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing it?

Have you ever been wearing a jock or a thong to work?

Have you ever gone to work commando?

What socks are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing them?

What shoes are you wearing right now and how long have you been wearing them?

Have you ever sniffed someone else’s underwear, socks or sneakers? Or made someone sniff yours?

Have you ever come inside a sock? A sneaker/boot?

Are you into body smells? What kind?

Are you into pits?

How hairy are you?

Do you prefer hairy or smooth?

Do you like being shaven by a dom/shaving a sub?

Do you like humiliation?

Do you enjoy exposing a sub/being exposed?

Do you like dirty talk? What names do you like calling/being called by?

Do you like spitting/being spitted on?

Do you like being punished/punishing a sub?

Do you enjoy receiving/inflicting pain? How strong?

What is your favorite pain instrument?

Do you like giving a spanking/getting spanked?

Do you like slapping/getting slapped?

Have you ever gotten marks/given a sub marks from impact play?

Would you hit a sub’s balls/let someone hit your balls?

Do you like chastity?

Have you ever worn a chastity device/been a keyholder? For how long?

Are you wearing a cage/keeping someone locked right now?

What is your favorite chastity device? Do you own any?

Do you like cock rings?

Do you like choking/being choked? How strong?

Do you like breath control?

Do you enjoy gas masks?

Have you ever tried poppers? Do you like that?

Do you like ass play?

What’s the largest thing you have fitted in your ass/someone else’s ass?

Do you own any ass toys? Which kind?

What’s your favorite thing to put inside your ass/someone’s ass?

Do you like getting fingered? How many fingers can you fit?

Do you like fist? Have you ever tried?

Is there anything in your ass right now?

What’s your prepping routine? Are you naturally clean?

Do you like rimming? Being rimmed?

Have you ever worn a toy in public?

Do you own any fetish gear?

Are you into leather?

Are you into spandex?

Do you own a rubber suit?

Are you into pup play? Do you own any gear?

Do you like putting a collar on a sub/being collared up?

Do you like holding your sub on a leash/being leashed up?

Do you like tying up/being tied up?

Do you own any bondage gear? What’s your favorite?

How long have you ever kept someone/been tied up?

Do you enjoy sensory deprivation?

Do you like putting a gag on a sub/being gagged?

Do you like mummification?

Do you like tickle torture?

Do you like consensual non-consensual?

Do you like role play? What scenario turns you on?

Do you like piss/watersports? How hard do you like it?

Have you ever tasted your own piss?

Have you ever tasted another man’s piss? Has another man ever tasted your own?

Have you ever pissed yourself/made someone piss themselves for fun?

Do you get turned on at public urinals?

Do you get turned on pissing in public/seeing other men piss in public?

Are you into farting on someone/being farted on?

Have you ever farted on someone/been farted on for fun?

Are you into scat? How hard would you like to go?

Have you ever tried scat play?

Have you ever given/received a blumpkin?

Are you into sounding?

What’s your darkest fantasy?

Do you like anonymous public sex? Ever tried a glory hole?

Have you ever visited a gay bathhouse? A cruising bar?

Have you ever attended an orgy?

Have you ever attended a fetish event?

Have you ever had sex with a straight friend?

Do you watch porn often? What’s your favorite way to watch it?

Do you read smut?

Do you have many kinky friends? Do your friends now you’re kinky?

Do you have a kinky partner?

You need to be locked. Kept locked. Always locked.

You need to be plugged. Kept plugged. Always plugged.

You need to be geared. Kept geared. Always geared.

You need to be trained. Regularly. Routinely.

You need to be programmed. Continually. Thoroughly.

You signed up for the plan. You accepted the terms and conditions.

The room spun slowly as the sedative began to wear off. Alex’s eyelids fluttered, heavy as lead. His body felt wrong—trapped, compressed, already sweating inside something slick and impossibly tight.

What the fuck…?

His last clear memory was choking down that protein shake in Joe’s car after their late lift. Joe had been grinning like an idiot, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good work today, bro.” Then nothing. Blackness.

Now he was on the floor, naked at first, but not for long.

Joe’s hands were everywhere—clinical, eager, almost reverent. Alex tried to push him away, but his arms were already sliding into the suit. Thick, heavy black rubber swallowed his legs first, inch by inch, squeezing his powerful quads and calves like a vice. The material was warm, glossy, and unforgiving.

This isn’t happening. This is some fucked-up dream. Get the fuck off me, Joe—

But his limbs wouldn’t obey. The sedative still fogged his brain, turning his struggles into weak twitches. Joe worked the rubber up over his hips, locking his cock into a tight, cruel chastity sheath built into the suit. Alex’s eyes widened in panic as the cool metal ring clicked around the base of his balls.

“Joe… what the hell are you—mmph!”

The torso came next. The suit hugged his abs, his chest, his broad back—every muscle he’d spent years building now compressed and reshaped into something lower, more animal. His arms were forced into the sleeves, hands disappearing into thick, padded mitts that rendered his fingers useless. No gripping. No punching. Just soft, helpless paws.

This can’t be real. He’s lost his fucking mind. I’ll kill him when I get out—

Then came the hood.

Joe lifted the heavy black rubber over Alex’s head. The inside smelled like new latex and fear. As it descended, Alex caught one last glimpse of Joe’s face—smiling, hungry, triumphant.

The gag hit first.

A thick, bulbous rubber plug forced its way between his teeth, filling his mouth completely, molding itself to his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It pressed down hard, triggering his gag reflex. A smaller tube ran from the center of the gag, snaking through the hood and emerging at a he back of his tongue like a built-in drinking tube. Alex tried to scream, but it came out as a wet, muffled grunt.

No—no no NO! Get this shit out of my mouth! I can’t—fuck, I can’t breathe right—

Joe yanked the heavy zipper down the back of the hood with a long, final zzzzip. The world went darker, tighter. Only narrow slits remained for his eyes. The rubber sealed around his neck like a second skin, cutting off the last of the cool air. Alex’s heart hammered against the inside of the suit.

Then came the glue.

He heard the wet sound of the brush, felt the cold, chemical sting as Joe carefully painted every seam—neck, shoulders, back zipper, wrists, ankles. The industrial rubber cement bonded instantly, fusing the suit into one single, inescapable prison. Alex thrashed, or tried to. The padded knees and elbows kept him locked in a quadrupedal stance, back arched, ass slightly raised.

He’s sealing me in… permanently? This isn’t a game. He’s actually doing this. My life—my gym, my job, my fucking future—gone. All because this psycho wants a rubber dog?

Click. Click. Click.

Heavy steel padlocks snapped shut—one at the collar, two on the back zipper, more on the mitts, one on the tail plug now buried deep inside him. Each lock sent a jolt of finality through Alex’s body.

Locked. Glued. Gagged. I’m never getting out. I’m… I’m his fucking dog now.

Joe stepped back for a moment, admiring. Alex could see himself reflected dimly in the window glass across the room: a glossy black rubber creature on all fours, hooded head lowered, tube dangling from the muzzle like a leash for something far more humiliating.

Then Joe crouched down, lifted the dangling tube, and unzipped his jeans.

Alex’s eyes went wide with horror behind the slits.

No. Don’t you fucking dare—

Warm piss flooded the tube, rushing straight into the gag and flooding his mouth. Salty, bitter, endless. He choked, swallowed reflexively, tears stinging his eyes as the humiliation burned through him. The rubber dog suit creaked with every desperate twitch of his body.

Joe let out a low, satisfied groan as he finished, shaking the last drops into the tube before patting the smooth, featureless hood.

“Good boy,” he whispered. “That’s your new protein from now on.”

Alex’s mind reeled, trapped between rage, terror, and the growing, horrifying realization that his strong, proud body was now nothing but a shiny black rubber pup—sealed, locked, and owned.

This is forever… I’m his rubber dog.

A broken, piss-soaked whimper escaped around the gag as Joe clipped the leash to his collar and gave it a gentle tug.

This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story about some of the kinky things in my mind. Special thanks to @alphadawgatl for “encouraging” me to write a story. This story features many consensual non consent elements. Many of us have these fantasies. And I believe some are obtainable in a safe and sane way with how connected our communities are. Safety and sanity are the hallmarks of of responsible BDSM. That being said we are all perverts in our own way. This is a glimpse into my perversion. I’ll look forward to reading any comments that are added. So here it is. A fantasy… 48 Hour Surrender: After a several weeks of communication he had told all of his deepest and darkest fantasies to SIR. He was to report to surrender at 9:15 sharp at the address he was given. His instructions were to enter through the back door of the house and go into a bathroom room to the right of the door. Waiting for him on a stool was a rubber catsuit, rubber gloves, rubber hood with no eyes or nose just a gag with a breathing tube, locking wrist and ankle restraints, locking collar, and boots. A sheet of paper told him to put all the gear on and lock the restraints, face the wall and wait for SIR when it was completed. He took a deep breath as he locked the collar on trapping him in the hood. He was not going to see light again for two full days. Panic began to set in when heard the heavy footsteps of SIR’S boots coming down the hall to retrieve his property. “Good boy. You’ve done well following my instructions. All your fantasies are about to come true boy. No way out now. It’s too late to back out. Just what you asked for boy.” SIR took a padlock and locked the restraints together behind his back and grabbed the back of the collar and dragged him out of the bathroom and down the hall. He felt the cool air as the basement door was opened and it sent chills across his rubber encased body. What had he done?! The gag filling his mouth made it so only grunts and moans could escape. He had changed his mind. He began to kick and pull against the restraints. SIR dragged him down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs he got up and tried to get back to the stairs. The wind was knocked out of him when he felt SIR’s boot come crashing down on his chest knocking him backwards onto the floor. He screamed into the gag when SIR placed his boot on his chest, panicking he heard SIR say, “What part of NO. WAY. OUT. don’t you understand boy?! You are going nowhere. You are my property for the next forty eight hours. No choices. No rights, and no way out! You’ve surrendered. Apparently we need to break you before the real fun can begin. It’s time to get that hole plugged boy. I can tell you’re not going to make it easy on yourself. More fun for me then.” SIR grabbed the collar and pulled him to his feet. Before he could protest he was pushed over a bench and quickly strapped to it. He pulled at the restraints and screamed into the gag. Suddenly he was unable to breathe. His air was cut off. SIR leaned over and whispered in his ear, “If you want to breathe you will stop screaming boy. I’ve told you. It’s too late. You surrendered. You are now property! SHUT THE FUCK UP IF YOU WANT TO BREATHE! UNDERSTOOD?!” He vigorously nodded and SIR let the air hose go. He pulled in as much air as he could. On the third gasp the air tasted different. SIR was feeding him poppers. It felt amazing. He stopped screaming and began moaning. He felt his cock growing in his rubber prison. SIR reached down and unzipped the zipper at the back of the cat suit. He gasp as a finger was thrust into his ass. More poppers came through the tube. He felt as though he was about to shoot his load when SIR pulled his finger out and quickly shoved a large plug into his ass. He howled in pain! It hurt so badly! He began to scream and thrash as much as the bondage would allow. SIR stopped the air again. “If you scream you do not breathe boy. I thought you understood that! I guess you didn’t get that the first time. Need more discipline? The answer to that is yes.” He stopped thrashing and SIR let the hose go again. Again he pulled in as much air as he could. While he was catching his breath SIR had produced a metal cock cage. With little effort SIR had the ring over his balls. SIR was not gentle. His cock raging hard, SIR smeared lube over his cock and quickly jacked him off. It felt amazing. Maybe SIR would cuddle with him now? He let out a soft whine when he felt the cold metal on his cock. He wanted out. He was regretting all that horny chat. This can’t be real he thought. What had he done?! He felt the straps being removed, but before he could make a move SIR grabbed him by the collar and kicked his legs out from under him. SIR drug him by the collar to a cage in the corner tossing him in. “I’m tired boy. You will sleep here tonight. Scream as much as you want now. No one will hear you, not even me. We will see if you’re ready to behave like a good boy tomorrow.” His arms pulled behind his back, still locked. He felt SIR pull his ankles together and lock them together. He heard the clink of chains as SIR pulled his ankles to his wrist. FUCK, SIR has hogtied me with chains, he thought. He heard the door of the cage clang shut and the lock click shut. “Goodnight boy, tomorrow the real fun begins…” The sound of SIR’s boots got softer as he ascended the stairs and the door at the top slammed shut. He heard the deadbolt turn. He was trapped. Going nowhere. Locked in rubber, hogchained in a cage. Alone, frustrated and scared his mind raced. He couldn’t go through with this. This was the first night?!?! He recounted all the things he told SIR over the past few weeks. He was in so much trouble. After sometime he drifted off into a fitful sleep. He woke to the sound of SIR coming down the stairs. “How’d you sleep boy? Who am I kidding, like I care. Let’s get the day started boy.” He felt SIR grab the tube from his mouth. He braced for the air to be cut off but instead he felt something being pushed into the end of it. He couldn’t see but it was longer tube with a funnel at the end of it. “Breakfast boy.” Before he knew what was happening a cold gritty liquid was in his gagged mouth and headed to his throat. He struggled to swallow it as quickly as it came. He managed to get it all down and breathe again. Just as he caught his breath he felt a warm acrid liquid coming down the tube. SIR’s morning piss. It tasted nasty but he had no choice but to swallow it. The tube was his only source of air. He got it down and began to panic. Screaming into the gag. SIR again stopped the air flow but said nothing this time. He knew he had to stop and pull himself back together. The training was working. He had pissed in the catsuit when he panicked. It was running down his legs while he was on his knees. If he stood it would be in the boots. Little did he know he would be pissing in that suit for the remaining hours. SIR opened the cage, unlocked the chain connecting his wrist to his ankles and pulled him to his feet. He struggled to hold his balance. SIR picked him up tossing him over his shoulder. He felt himself being lowered to what felt like the floor. SIR walked a few steps away and he rolled from side to side. There were side within six inches of his body. He was in a BOX! SIR walked back up to the box and tossed a rubber sleepsack on him. He started to panic again. He did all he could to old back his screams. The plug in his hole burned. HE NEEDED OUT! SIR Rolled him over and unlocked his hands. Before he made a sound he felt SIR’S hands on neck. “ NO. WAY. OUT. boy!” SIR rolled him over onto the sleepsack, and told him to put his arms in the sleeves. He reluctantly did so, completely defeated. His booted and locked feet were put in the bottom and SIR pulled the zippers to the collar. He heard a lock click. He was locked in two layers of rubber now! His cock began to try to grow in the tiny metal cage. He was elated that his horniness had returned but he continued dread of his situation. He could feel SIR pulling straps around him. He counted, from his feet to his head, there were ten. He counted as SIR clicked a lock shut on all ten. He started to struggle, but not scream. He couldn’t move. It felt so good to be so trapped! The clink of chains followed. SIR ran chains over his body locking them to the bottom of the box. He lost count of how many locks were holding him. His head was spinning. He felt a tug on the breathing tube. It was held taunt fed through the top of the box. SIR leaned over and said, “You’re here until tomorrow morning boy! Enjoy the day and NIGHT!” He heard the top close with a thud and five heavy padlocks lock the lit shut. Surely SIR did not intend for him to stay like this twenty four hours! He began to panic again then felt the taste of SIR’S piss in his gagged mouth. It was comforting strangely. It was his only connection to SIR now. His mind began to race. He was as hopelessly trapped as he had ever been. He was in heaven and hell. He drifted in and out of consciousness until morning. He awoke when he felt the gritty liquid come down the tube again. Must be lunch time he thought. The gritty liquid was again followed by SIR’S piss for which he was grateful for. Then he was alone again. Everything ached. The mental cycle of the bondage was in full swing again. Content and happy, lost in his thoughts before it got difficult again and he began to panic. He had learned how to calm himself down and start the cycle again. It was only interrupted when SIR’S piss came down the tube into his mouth. His jaw ached. He had no idea how much time had passed. The cycle continued. After a very long while again the gritty liquid and piss came down the tube. It was morning. He was almost giddy in his rubber encasement and box prison. He would be released soon. He thought the worst was over. He couldn’t have been more wrong. As the box opened he heard SIR’S voice say “Well let’s see what is left of the boy.” He thought SIR was talking to him until he heard another voice. “He’s really been here since yesterday morning? Damn SIR you are a sick fuck. He fucking reeks of piss.” The stranger was laughing at how pathetic he was after being locked up in the box in two layers of rubber for twenty four hours. SIR’S laughter followed. “Yeah, I suppose we better hose it off before the next round for the boy begins.” He was pulled out of the box and sleepsack and drug to another corner of the room. He felt his hands being pulled together above his head and the whirl of winch pulling him to feet. His arms and legs ached from not moving at all in the last 24 hours. The winch continued, pulling him off his feet. He hung by the wrist. It was heaven and hell, stretching out his sore limbs. He felt as his boots were pulled from his feet. The piss was leaking from them and the suit. He gasp as the cold water hit him. “Better get inside the suit as well. And need to clean out his hole. I’ll get the plug out. You get the enema ready boy. I want this one squeaky clean inside for what’s coming to him.” SIR said. In one motion SIR ripped the plug out that had been in his hole the last 36 hours. It ached so bad. He began to cry. He tried to hold back his screams when he felt the tube go in his punished hole, filling him with cold water. They repeated that process several more times until SIR said, “That will do. Lower the boy down and lock him in the cage for now.” Alone in the cage he shivered. He was as afraid of what was next but knew he was powerless to stop it. The footsteps returned some time later. SIR and the stranger were back. “It’s time to get him in position for his final day of service. This is his biggest fantasy.” SIR said. He knew what SIR was talking about. He could barely breathe so full of dread for what was coming. He was fucked. And soon that would be literally. He had told SIR about his darkest fantasy. To be strapped and locked to a fuck bench and used and fucked for as long as SIR wanted. “Too bad your cock is locked up for this boy.” SIR said. “You are allowed to use the boy with toys though.” The two took him out of the cage and drug him over to the fuck bunch in the middle of the room. They quickly strapped him down with his ass in the air. SIR unlocked the zipper on the suit and pulled the zipper down revealing his hole. He winced as SIR put his finger in him. It was agony and he loved it. SIR was finally going to use him. “The boys last twelve hours should be fun. Well, for us anyway. You’re on popper duty boy. I want this boy high as a kite when I pound his hole.” The boy held a bottle to the breathing tube for a few breaths. With no further hesitation SIR slammed his cock into him, hard and all the way in one thrust. He fucked his hole hard and long. He suddenly pulled out and said to the boy, “Your turn. Toys are laid out over there. I’m going to go relax. The boy is yours to play with until I return. He’s leaving at 9:15 tonight, so get what you can out of him for now. I’ll be back for the finale boy.” SIR’s footsteps got softer as he ascended the stairs, slamming the door and locking the faggot and the boy in the basement.