Charlie had always wanted to try rubber. So imagine his joy at finding at man who would not only keep him rubbered for the weekend but also indulge him in bondage too. Friday night and Charlie was fully rubbered and his arms tied to the ceiling whilst his muscular just dangled there. He would have come there and then if only his cock hadn't been caged.
The man who had done this kept coming down to the cellar and would literally play with Charlie's rubbered body anyway he wanted, stroking the rubber and running his hands up and down. Despite the pain his arms and shoulders were now feeling, Charlie was hanging there in joy.
Saturday came and went, his arms were now in serious pain and he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since yesterday, but he knew he would be out off it in 24 hours, after all it was just a weekend thing and he knew he could get through it. Besides this was a once in a lifetime experience.
Sunday came and by now he was in really serious pain, and when his Master came down he begged and begged to be released. Then his Master told him what was going to happen to him.
"you have a choice boy, every day I will hoist you 1 inch higher, soon you'll be standing on you tip toes, and then you'll be dangling in mid air, your arms will be screaming, but I offer you a choice, if you say 'I want to live like this for the rest of my life, permanently rubbered, and live off your shit and piss and nothing else' I will stop raising you any higher.
Charlie was already standing on his tip toes at this point, and sheer panic made him scream and swinging his dangling body, he didn't want to exist another minute like this. Tears rolled down his face, but hidden by the rubber, only his mouth was showing. As his Master went to winch him even higher he mumbled the words that Master had given him the choice to say.
Master didn't winch him any higher, he just laughed and said "that's now legally binding", he stroked Charlie's rubber body, and went to get a huge bucket of shit slop, this was be Charlie's only food that he would ever taste again.
But the Master had lied "You see Charlie, I'm going to seal you in that suit, you can still piss but when you need to shit, I'm going to make you shit in your suit - have you worked it out yet? Why I've kept you in this position? Every time you shit, I'm going to rub it all over your muscular body, so every inch of you is covered in my shit that you've eaten - every single inch of you, and all of that shit will make you heavier and heavier, meaning you'll be screaming in the worst pain you've ever known, you're going to spend the rest of your life like this"
Charlie started to scream and sob even more knowing there was nothing he could do except accept his shit filled rubbered fate. Each day he would be covered in more and more shit pulling on his arms even more. Pounds of shit inside his suit pulling him down and living in total pain.
Master didn't want to tell him yet, but the next choice would be "shall I remove your arms, and hang you by your feet?" And then the next question would be, "shall I remove your legs."
Charlie's fate would be eventually existing as a rubber torso, covered in shit and rubber, swinging by the rope around his neck, nothing more then a babbling rubber sewer, with no arms, no legs, struggling to breath, covered in shit and existing in a cold dark cellar, living only in pain and eating shit. He would become nothing more than Master's shit filled rubbered brainless sewer toilet toy, forever.
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