GOOD BOYS OBEY🌀
Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store
This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.
It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.
He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head
The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.
As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.
His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”
He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.
“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”
Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”
The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out
