Rubber Mummy

I hadn’t even taken off my shoes from walking into my apartment when I heard my roommate calling me from his bedroom.

“Hey Joey, come in here!”

Jesus. I just got in from work and already I have to deal with Ben again. Sometimes you just want a minute to yourself to relax, right? And it felt lately like I never had a quiet second alone- Ben had always acted like he owned the entire place since day one, and it had only gotten worse since he’d started working remotely. It seems like he only leaves to go to the gym or to go get drunk with one of his ex-frat bro friends.

I sighed and set my bag down.

“What is it, Ben?”

“You won’t believe who I ran into today at the gym,” he called, as I slumped up the hallway to his room.

Another empty-headed jock? I wanted to say. How can you even tell them apart?

“Who’s that?” I asked, feigning interest.

“Michael,” said Ben. “Your ex.”

I stopped. Great. When assholes collide. I turned into Ben’s room. He sat on his bed shirtless, leaning against his headboard, his meaty legs barely contained by a pair of blue gym shorts.

“We talked about you,” Ben continued. “I told him you’d been a pain in the ass lately.”

“Hey, fuck you!” I snapped, my anger rising.

“Michael said you can get that way,” Ben said calmly, seeming not to notice or care. “He said he had a little solution for when you got too uptight.”

Oh fuck. I thought. He wouldn’t fucking dare.

“Don’t you even fucki-”

“Sleepy Boy.”

The shout died in my throat. It felt like a battering ram had just hit my chest.

“Well, I’ll be fucked,” said Ben, grinning.

“Don’t… you…” I mumbled. “Fuck you, you….”

“Sleepy Boy,” said Ben again, assertive.

My hands fell to my side.

“Sleepy boy.”

My jaw hung loose. Unwanted relaxation flooded my body. I was… I was angry? Right? Wasn’t I? About… something…

“Sleepy boy.”

Mmmm, that warm feeling, flooding my shoulders, suddenly no longer tight. I was almost swaying on my feet. So relaxed, so… calm.

“Like I was saying,” Ben continued. “You’ve been a real upright prick lately. Annoying as fuck when you get home.”

Hmm? Had I been? Huh.

“But now you’re not,” he smiled. “Because you’re my dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Mmmm, yeah. That sounded nice.

“No stress. No nagging your roommate. Just happy and dumb, knowing that I’m in charge here, right, Sleepy Boy?”

“You’re… in charge….” I mumbled.

“In fact, whenever you come home, your brain just empties right out, doesn’t it, Sleepy Boy?”

Yeah. Just empty. That’s why it was so relaxing to come home. I didn’t have to worry about anything here.

“Whenever you see me, you get happy, and relaxed, because you never have to think anymore.”

So happy to see Ben. Because he’s in charge. So nice that he can think for me.

“And when I’m shirtless, Sleepy Boy, you get excited. Because you like to see me shirtless, don’t you?”

My heart leapt in my chest as I looked at Ben’s hairy pecs. They were… so nice to look at. So meaty, and… I wished I could just stare at them forever.

“Mmmm….” I managed.

“Because you’re whoever I want you be when you’re home, right Sleepy Boy?”

Every time he said those magic words…. it just felt so… right, so, relaxing. My brain feeling like it was being continuously dunked in a warm bath.

“Like, if I want you to be my little Pit Pig, you’ll want to smell my pits, won’t you, Sleepy Boy?”

He raised his arm.

Fuck, I did. I really did.

“Because you know if you smell me, you’ll get even happier and dumber, and more relaxed, won’t you?”

I would. Oh god, if I could just bury my nose in there.

I must have been almost drooling.

“Awww,” cooed Ben. “You’re my dumb little pit bitch, aren’t you? My empty-headed, little scent whore.”

I was.

“You need my smell, don’t you, Sleepy Boy?”

It hit like fire in my chest. God, yes, I needed it. I needed his hot, musky smell deep in my lungs.

“It makes you so dumb, and so horny, doesn’t it, boy?”

My boner twitched in my pants.

“Yes….” I whispered.

Ben gave a cocky half-grin, staring at me.

“Well come get it, Sleepy Boy.”

I practically jumped toward his upraised arm, burying my face in his pit.

Fuck.

As I inhaled, I could feel my whole mind crumble. His manly scent, I just needed-

I inhaled again.

It just washed over everything, no other thoughts, just that-

Ben. Smell.

“Good boy,” Ben said, and I could faintly feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in further.

Ben. Inhale. His. Him. Ben, in charge. So happy.

“Good Sleepy Boy.”

So dumb, so empty. Breathe. Fuck, his dumb little pit boy. Breathe, more.

Some part of my brain barely registered Ben as he continued to say… something.

How I wasn’t his roommate anymore, just his stupid little pit whore. How grateful I was to live with him, to be owned by him.

Breathe. Him. His. So lucky.

How I couldn’t hold a thought in my head the second I saw him shirtless. How much I needed his smell, how submissive it made me feel.

Breathe. Full, empty, need.

How horny I’d be when he smiled. How even eye contact would bring me to my knees.

Breathe, so… happy, so…

“Now give me a smile, Sleepy Boy,”

I grinned, stupidly. I was fully collapsed on his massive frame.

There’s was only Ben. His smell. His chest. Breathe.

“That’s the way things are going to be now, Sleepy Boy. Say goodbye to any other thoughts.”

Goodbye.

“Good Sleepy Boy. My dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Breathe. Yes. Again. His. His. Dumb. His.

Breathe, proof of him, his. Yes.

Dumb. Full. Empty.

Breathe.

Sleepy.

Breathe.

Agent Fisher reports on his roommate's transformative descent into being a father figure straight from a 90's sitcom as he tries to pretend he's not into it.

Dad and Bear Tf's are always some of my favorites to write and this one is no different! Took the flavor but not the style of a certain foundation! Enjoy this daddification from the POV of a desperate agent who has failed his station and by the end suffers the same transformative consequences. -Occam

This is a report from Special Agent Fisher on a previously unidentified anomalous artifact. Delivered to my apartment while I was away on an expedition, a VHS tape labeled Dad’s Den was opened and watched by my friend and roommate who, unaware he should resist, succumbed to its effects and in time was replaced by what can only be described as a stereotypical dad. As if he were straight out of the video tape he couldn’t help but watch.

Given I was on foundation business during the encounter and have already suffered through the loss of my dear friend Clayton, I would request leniency. I submit this thorough report of the VHS tapes effects as evidence and when guaranteed both my personal safety and continued employment I will deliver both the video footage and the anomalous artifact in question.

I understand how this will be perceived but know I only hold the foundation’s best interests at heart. This is simply not my fault and I refuse to be demoted due to a situation out of my hands that I have already suffered beyond measure from. If anything I deserve a promotion for resisting the tape’s allure and effects, though at present I simply want guaranteed and continued safety for Clayton and myself. 

Please read the following account of what I have dubbed AA-0646: ‘The Fatherly Film’ before coming to any decisions.

It was less than an hour since sunrise and the temperature was already over 20 deg. It was going to be another hot day. Jim was at the helm of his forty foot sailing yacht heading into the outer harbour bound for the ports only marina. He'd been at sea since early the previous day and was looking forward to a good breakfast and some rest. His VHF radio suddenly burst into life. It was marina control informing him that the berth he'd booked wouldn't be available until midday. Hiding his irritation he cancelled his booking and decided on the old town quay, where there was a single pontoon next to the quay wall. It was little used by yachtsmen as it lacked shower and toilet facilities, catering more for commercial fishing boats. Jim knew the harbour well and was happy to swap the excellent facilities of the marina for the less expensive town centre location of the commercial dock. Although he was an experienced sailor he definitely wasn't a typical yachtsman. Jim had grown up on the coast and spent his life around boats, working in boatyards and crewing for wealthy skippers. His first experience of gay leather sex had been while crewing for two Lebanese men on a passage to Amsterdam. Although only eighteen at the time they'd taken him on a night out to the citys leather bars which ended with him being raped by them on their boat. Over the next few years they'd paid him to crew on their boat many times, often taking advantage of his local knowledge and connections to smuggle drugs into the country. They invited him to regular sex parties on board and he was always in demand from the older guests. The experience had awoken a darkness in the young Jim, he knew they were bad guys and were dangerous but he'd found them and their lifestyle exciting and wanted to be part of it. In turn they'd recognised a deviant streak in him, encouraging him into increasingly perverted sex games, games which continued to the present day. Jims boat was his home and his livelihood, mixing legitimate skipperd charter jobs and sail training with smuggling drugs and occasionally illegal migrants.

He secured his lines on the pontoon and still wearing his yellow oilskin trousers and smock climed the iron ladder onto the quay and went into town for some breakfast. Although leasure sailors generally wore expensive designer sailing clothing he preferred the gear commercial fishermen wore. Not only did it feel sexy it also advertised his rubber and plastic interests. By the time he started back to the quay the temperature was climbing and he had removed the oilskin smock revealing his bare torso. He was in his early thirties, attractive with brown cropped hair and around three days growth of dark stubble. The elasticated waistband of his oilskin trousers sat low on his hips revealing a slim but tough looking body. Walking back through the streets he was attracting glances from both men and women and was enjoying the attention. Once back on board tiredness caught up with him and he relaxed in the yachts cockpit, drifting off to sleep in the shade of the spray hood.

It was several hours later when he awoke. He was now exposed to the full strength of the afternoon sun and was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Slowly he realised there was a figure standing on the pontoon looking at him. It was a blond boy who appeared to be in his late teens. He was wearing a black wetsuit and judging by the sparkling drops of water clinging to the shiny rubber he'd just been swimming. Momentarily they looked at each other. Then the boy, realising Jim was awake dived off the pontoon into the water, joining three other boys about the same age. Just local boys having fun on a hot afternoon thought Jim, but he couldn't help watching the blond boy in the wetsuit. After ten minutes or so the boys climed out and sat on the edge of the pontoon close to Jim's boat chatting. The blond boy kept glancing over towards him occasionally catching his eye and holding the glance just long enough to make Jim's dick stir. The boy was beautiful and quite different to the other boys. He seemed a little older and his wetsuit wouldn't have looked out of place in a fetish clothing store. The rest of the boys had budget neoprene suits with colored logos and back zips, whereas the blond boys suit was made from shiny black rubber and had a front zip extending from the crotch to the collar. Jim stroked his dick through his yellow oilskin trousers. He observed the boy for an hour or so hoping for an opportunity to get into conversation, but what he had in mind required no witnesses and there were far to many people about. Then the boys were preparing to leave. The blond boys friends changed into jeans and tee shirts and they all headed for the iron ladder and climed the wall onto the Quay. The blond was the last one up, still wearing his wetsuit but now with a pair of trainers. On reaching the top he momentarily looked back at Jim and smiled, disappearing out of sight before Jim had chance to respond and leaving him feeling incredibly aroused.

Jim knew if he continued thinking about the boy he'd end up jacking off. So after making a meal he showered and went ashore for a drink. The bar provided little relief for his lust, it was a Saturday night and the pub was full of young guys. Jim spent the evening downing pints of beer and having dark fantasies about the blond boy. He left the bar at around 10.30 and walked back to the town Quay in darkness. There were bench seats along the edge of the Quay and as he approached he realised someone was sitting on the one nearest the iron ladder. His chest tightened with excitement as he recognised the mop of blond hair. The boy was still wearing his wetsuit and trainers but had added a cheap imitation leather bomber jacket. It was almost as though the boy knew exactly what turned Jim on. Jim had no intention of letting the boy get away again. He had to get him on the boat quickly before anyone saw him.

" Hi mate, thinking of having a midnight swim?" Said Jim as he sat down next to the boy.

"No, It's such a warm night I just felt like getting some air." Said the boy.

"Well I'm glad you did, what's your name?" Said Jim.

"Julian." Said the boy. "Why are you glad then?"

"Because I was watching you in the water today and I think you're a sexy guy I'd like to get to know. "

Julian smiled. "Thanks."

"Would you like to come aboard the boat for a drink mate?" Said Jim.

"I don't know it's getting late." Said Julian.

"Come on Julian just one won't hurt. Said Jim.

"No I shouldn't, I've got to go." Said Julian.

"So why are you here then? I think you came here because you hoped you'd see me. I'm right arn't I?"

Julian looked embarrassed.

"Yes I wanted to talk to you this afternoon but I was too shy."

"Where do you live mate and how old are you?"

"I'm 21 and I'm in student accommodation in the town". Said Julian.

"Have you many friends there?"

"No I'm new this year."

"So what about the boys you were with today?"

"Oh I just met them on the bus, lots of college guys come down here to swim. I've only been in my accommodation a week I don't know anyone yet."

Jim felt his dick stiffening. It was time to put some pressure on the boy.

"Listen Julian, I remember what it's like being your age. I know you feel nervous but really there's no pressure to do anything with me. It's just a drink and a chat, I think you'll enjoy it, so what do you say. Come on have one drink with me."

Julian was raised in a middle class environment and knew nothing of the world Jim was from. He'd been struggling with his obsession for rubber dive gear and rough working class men throughout his teens but his parents had ensured he never strayed far from the family home. Now he was in student accommodation he was determined to make some changes. He'd bought the wetsuit and bomber jacket that week and couldn't believe he'd already met a man like Jim. He wanted him desperately.

Alright then just one." Said the boy.

"Good boy."

Jim put his arm around the boys shoulders and led him to the iron ladder leading to the pontoon below. Julian started down the ladder first and Jim followed but not without looking around the dark shadowy quayside. It was deserted, there was no posibility that anyone had seen them. Once down the ladder on the pontoon it was even darker and Jim drew the boy closer and kissed him.

"Come on let's get you that drink." Said Jim.

They climed aboard the boat and jim invited Julian to sit down. There was a galley along one side of the saloon and seating surrounding a table on the other where Julian made himself comfortable. The boy looked like a trashy hustler in his shiny rubber wetsuit and cheap imitation leather jacket. Jims heart was racing. He loved slim sluty twinks and finally he had one caught in his web. There was no going back for Julian now, Jim was about to commence a seduction that would end with the blond tied up on the bed in the forward cabin.

"Whisky " Said Jim.

"Yes please." Said Julian.

Jims freezer contained two trays of ice cubes, the first tray had cubes made from pure water and the second had cubes containing 2ml of ghb. Jim poured the boy a drink and dropped two of the spiked cubes into it. Then pouring himself a drink he sat down next to the boy. He was close enough to smell the aroma from the boys wetsuit and leather jacket and he could see he was trembling slightly.

"Don't be nervous Julian you're safe with me, come on drink your whisky, you'll feel better." Said Jim

The ice cubes in Julians glass were melting, slowly releasing the sedative into the boys drink, but it would be several minutes before Julian felt it's effects. Jim neded to stall for time before making his next move.

"So Julian do you like my boat?

"Yes it's amazing, it looks expensive".

" Not really it was wrecked on rocks in a storm not far from here. I bought it from the insurance company cheap and spent a year refitting it." Said Jim.

"Do you live on it all the time Jim?"

"Yeah it's my home and business, I do sail training and private charters." Said Jim, though he omitted to mention the illegal activities he was involved in.

"Wow sounds great." Said Julian.

"I'm just going to take a piss mate." Said Jim and disappeared into the forward sleeping cabin. Having a piss was an excuse. One way or another Julian was going to be tied up on that bed and jim needed to make some preparations. After covering the bed with a black plastic sheet he placed a number of items on it. There was a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, stainless steel ankle cuffs, a length of 6mm polyester rope, a strong rubber band and a black plastic bag. Finally he used his phone to send a encrypted message to his Lebanese friends which read "Remember our pact? Message me." Then slipping a bottle of poppers into his pocket he returned to the saloon.

"Another whisky mate?"

"Yes please."

The boy handed Jim his empty glass. Jim could see the two ice cubes had almost melted.

"I though you were only having the one drink." Said Jim with a wink as he discreetly added another two ghb laced ice cubes to the boys glass.

Julian smiled, he was starting to relax. He looked around the saloon and for the first time noticed there were a number of framed photographs on the walls. The photos were of men in diving gear and rubbber drysuits. Julian was particularly interested by a charcoal sketch of a boy wearing a shiny black wetsuit and a leather hooded bomber jacket exactly like the one he was wearing. The boy was laid on a bed. The only skin showing was on his hands and feet which had been cuffed. His hands were behind him and a length of rope threaded through the cuffs had been pulled tight to force him into a hogtied position. His head and neck were concealed by a tight fitting black plastic bag. Three hooded men stood around the bed watching him, all wearing rubber diving gear. Julian found it extremely erotic. As he looked at the picture he realised the scene was taking place on the bed in the forward cabin which he'd had a glimpse of when he'd first come on board. Jim noticed him looking at it.

"Do you like that drawing Julian?"Said Jim as he brought the drinks over and sat down.

"Yes, it looks as if it was done here on the boat. I can't believe it, the boy on the bed is wearing the same gear as me, did you draw it?"

"No it was a friend of mine. He told me it was his most erotic fantasy to have a boy like that." Said Jim, stopping short of revealing how the fantasy ended.

"Are you into breath play?"Said Julian.

"Yeah big time." Said Jim moving even closer to the boy.

"So, I love that drawing, what do you like about it mate?" Said Jim.

"It's makes me hard." Said Julian. Jim was amused at the boys choice of words. Only fifteen minutes ago he'd been a shy teenager but now the G was starting to work on his inhibitions

"Hmm nice answer, Said Jim.

Jim looked at Julian with a faint smile on his face but his eyes told a different story, they were cool and determined.

"So Julian are you interested in breath play yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes I'm curious about it."

"How curious, have you experimented by yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes."

"What method did you use?" Said Jim

"I used a plastic bag." Said Julian.

"What kind of bag mate?"

"Just one from a grocery store."

"Nice, I like thick shiny black bags myself, sealed tightly around a boys neck. Is that your favourite method Julian or do you like any other methods?" Said Jim.

"I like scuba breathing equipment as well but prefer plastic bags." Said Julian.

I like diving gear too. I'm a PADI dive master, I have lots of gear and breathing equipment." Said Jim.

"Yes I come down here sometimes to watch dive boats leaving. I love watching guys in dive gear."

"I think we're on the same wavelength mate. Have you done breath play with anyone else yet?" Said Jim.

"No but I'd like to." Said Julian.

"What role would you like to take?" Said Jim.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Said Julian.

"Well do you want to be suffocated or do you want to suffocate someone?"Julian was shocked at the use of the word suffocate, he'd never thought of his bc interests in those terms but he couldn't deny the effect the word was having on his dick. Of course Jim knew the answer but he wanted to hear the boy say the words.

"Yes Jim I want to be suffocated"

"Well mate it can be dangerous. Trust is very important. I'm an experienced player. I also have medical resuscitation training. I'd be happy to help you get into it safely."

Jim reached over and stroked the bulge in the boys wetsuit. He kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear. "You're getting hard talking to me about this aren't you mate?"

"Yes." Said Julian.

Jim knew the blond was ready. He got up and lifted the picture Julian had been admiring off the bulkhead and brought it back to where they were sitting for the boy to see.

"Would you be that boy for us Julian and bring our fantasy to life?" Said Jim.

Julian noticed Jims use of the pronouns "us" and "our" but dismissed it as a simple error. How could it be anything else, there was no one else there.

"I can make it happen for you, all you have to do is say yes." Said Jim.

Julian seemed to hesitate, he needed a little push. Jim reached for the bottle of poppers from his trackies pocket.

"Stand up Julian."

The boy got to his feet. Jim stood facing him and gave him a large hit from the bottle of liquid gold and then kissed him tenderly.

"Come on julian say yes. I promise you won't regret it, what do you say?"

"Yes Jim" Said Julian giving Jim a warm and trusting smile.

Jim took the boys hand and led him into the forward cabin. Julian looked around, it was identical to the one in the picture. It was wide at the entrance and narrowed off toward the bow end of the boat. A large bed occupied the center of the space with the pillows nearest the entrance so anyone laying on the bed would have their feet toward the bow where the bed was narrowest. There was space to stand on all sides of the bed except at the foot. Julians heart was pounding in his chest when he saw the items laid out on the black plastic sheet covering the mattress.

"Lay on your stomach with your hands behind your back ." Said Jim. Julian obeyed his instruction and Jim tightly cuffed his wrists and ankles before threading the rope around the wrist and ankle cuffs and pulling it tight forcing his legs back so his heels were almost touching his buttocks. Then Jim turned the hogtied boy onto his back. He zipped up his cheap leather bomber jacket to the top and fitted a ball gag into his mouth. To complete his fantasy he pulled up the jacket hood and tightened the draw strings.

"Now you're perfect mate."

With that he turned off the light and left the cabin leaving Julian confused and in darkness. Jim headed straight up to the cockpit and checked his phone. There was one encrypted message from the Lebanese guys. It was a reply to his earlier message and was very brief and consisted of a chart position and an instruction to meet them there at 10.00 the following day. Jim entered the position into his chart plotter. It was about thirty miles off shore but in an area shallow enough to anchor. Jim slipped his lines and headed towards the outer harbour. The plotter was telling him it would take around five hours once he cleared the harbour entrance so he set his autopilot and kept watch from a comfortable seat in the cockpit.

He'd joined the Lebanese men in sessions with bc subs before but Julian was different. There was a pact between the men and Jim that went back a number of years to a night they'd spent drinking and watching extreme porn on Jim's boat. An intense conversation had started about finding the perfect boy and suffocating him. It wasn’t long before it had developed into a brain storming session where they were each throwing in ideas and becoming very aroused. Before the night was over they'd agreed on a perfect scenario. One of the men who was an accomplished artist had done a charcoal sketch depicting their fantasy and it was a copy of that sketch Julian had seen in the saloon. Jim had never forgotten that night, biding his time for the perfect combination of circumstances, opportunity and prey.

Dawn was breaking and his chart plotter was indicating he had a mile to run. The mens boat was anchored in one of the calmest seas he'd ever seen, so calm it was reflecting a perfect image of their 65ft white motor cruiser as Jim approached. The two men on board took Jims lines and tied his boat alongside theirs. They already had their dive gear on.

On Jim's boat julian was awoken by the activity outside. The events of the previous night started to return to him. He was no longer under the influence of the ghb and he felt frightened and alone. Being trussed up for hours had left him in extreme discomfort. He could hear men talking in a foreign language which sounded like Arabic, then they were laughing and chatting in english with Jim. He couldn’t make out what was being said but listened for a while until the uncomfortable sleepless night caught up and he dropped off to sleep again. Something awakened him about an hour later. He was surrounded by three rubberised divers. The one standing behind him at the head of the bed he recognised as Jim. He wore a black chest zip wetsuit with hood and dive boots and was breathing from a vintage twin hose regulator and a single air tank. At each side of the bed was a man wearing a dry suit. The one on the left was wearing a very shiny viking suit with a hood. A pair of fins were attached to his belt, as was a black shiny plastic bag. The one on the right wore a well used Amron suit which was more industrial in appearance. They both had twin hose regulators and face masks which concealed their identity. They were breathing from their tanks filling the cabin with an highly erotic sound. Julian now realised what was happening. They were preparing to enacted the events depicted in the charcoal drawing he'd looked at last night. He felt the blood surging into his dick. The diver on his right saw the growing bulge in the crotch of Julians wet suit and slid open the two way zip releasing the boys hard dick, then began to slowly Jack him off with his rubber gloved hand. Jim dropped to his knees so he was level with Julians head and ran the gloved index finger of his left hand over the boys features while the diver on the left passed the black plastic bag to him. Jim puffed some air into the bag and drew it over the boys head. Julian even lifted his head to help. Then holding it in position the diver on the left used a rubber band to seal the black plastic to Julians neck. Immediately the shiny black bag began to fill and empty as it started suffocating the boy. The diver jacking the boy off increased his pace and the boy started to squirm and strain at his restraints. The mens hands were all over him feeling his slick shiny rubber covered chest as it heaved, struggling to get enough oxygen from the stale air in the bag. The boy let out a gasp and shuddered as he shot wads of semen into the air. He relaxed for a moment until his orgasm subsided then attempted to speak through the gag and plastic bag. Clearly he was trying to tell the men he'd cum and wanted to stop. But that was never a part of the men's plan. It didn't take Julian long to realise they intended to enjoy what came next and he started a desperate struggle to break free. Given the history of the three men his asphyxiation was inevitable. The drysuits had convenience zips and both men had their dicks out and were slowly masturbating, while Jim opened his front two way zip and joined them. Julians lungs were screaming for air but despite his manic respiration rate the relief he craved was being denied by the plastic bag which was moving so quickly it sounded as if it would rip. His struggles were becoming weaker though and he was making whimpering sounds every time he exhaled. The sound of the men breathing from their tanks was becoming more intense as their excitement grew. Julian began twitching as his rapid respiration slowed to normal and he lost consciousness. The men were concentrating as their long held fantasy played out before them. Jim was the first to shoot. The Lebanese men held back from ejaculating until the moment the plastic bag stopped moving.

All three worked together. Firstly they cut the rope tying Julians ankles and wrists together which allowed them to lay him out flat on the bed. Then he was rolled up in the black plastic sheet forming a shiny mummified package which was then bound tightly with old anchor chain, sealing it and providing sufficient weight to ensure it wouldn't float. The Lebanese men got into the water first while Jim pushed the shiny black trussed up body over the side. Then the three of them guided it the 20 metres to the bottom following the larger boats anchor chain. The sea bed was muddy with many rocks and boulders from which a forest of kelp was growing. The Lebanese men had definitely picked the right place thought Jim as he helped them hide the package in the kelp. The man in the viking suit indicated for them to surface. Jim started his ascent first but he felt something grab his feet. Looking around he saw his fins had been pulled off and were sinking toward the sea bed. Looking up at him were the two Lebanese men. He knew immediately what was happening but the thought that they would do this had never crossed his mind. He'd known them since he was a teenager and he thought they were friends, albeit dangerous ones. Without fins he was vulnerable and he was slowly sinking toward them. He quickly dumped his weighted belt to increase his buoyancy but it wasn't enough. The one in the viking suit grabbed his ankle and pulled Jim toward him. The other one joined in and despite Jim struggling they wrestled him to the bottom. They were heavy men and well protected in their drysuits and had no trouble forcing Jim onto his back amongst the roots of the kelp. The more Jim struggled the more he became tangled in the slimy sea weed. One of them sat on Jims stomach looking into his face through his dive mask. The other knelt in the weed pinning his hands to the bottom with his knees and leaving his own hands free. Jim looked up at the masked and hooded divers. The man on his stomach reached down and grabbed Jims regulator ripping it from his mouth as the other one pulled his mask away from his face. They both stroked their dicks as they saw the animal terror in Jims eyes. He was holding his breath with his lips tightly closed but he knew enough about diving to realise he was about two minutes away from an involuntary reflex which would see him releasing the air in his lungs and inhaling sea water. The two men were hard and wanking through the heavy rubber of their drysuits as they concentrated on Jim's face. Slowly at first his top lip began to tremble and his eyes widened. His lips parted slightly releasing a couple of air bubbles but the flow of air from his lungs had started and he knew he couldn't stop it. His mouth opened and a stream of bubbles erupted rising towards the sunlight above. Then his mouth opened wider as sea water flooded into his lungs for the first time. The first few breaths made him cough and panic but then he became peaceful continuing to inhale water for a minute or so before he became still. Both men watched until the end, unloading into their drysuits. Before surfacing they fastened Jims discarded weighted belt back around his waist and turned off his almost full air tank, ensuring that with lungs full of water and at a depth of 20 meters his negative buoyancy would keep him entangled in the kelp next to the black plastic package for a long time.

Once back on the surface the Lebanese men opened the sea cocks on Jim's boat and set it adrift. They watched it drift off downwind getting lower in the water until it sank out of sight removing all evidence of what had taken place there that morning. They were in no hurry to leave and had a shower and a meal before heading back to their home port.

"Fuck Jim did a good job there. Pity we couldn't leave him to get drunk and blab about it." Said one of the men as he struggled out of his viking suit.

Adam was on his morning commute to his job. But this wasn’t any normal weekday commute, Adam was going in on a Saturday. He could thank Thirsty Thursday’s antics with the boys for his lack of productivity on Friday that led to him getting finished with the days work on a Saturday of all days. Arbitrary reports must get finished, numbers must get typed into shared drives, regardless of whether or not it’s your ‘day off.’ That’s capitalism, he figured. Work till you drop.

It wasn’t a complete waste of a day though. On his way he was corresponding with his friends’ group chat, making plans to meet up in the park later for an informal game of soccer and then hanging at his friend’s place to crack open a few cold ones. He reached into his pocket and felt up the small baggie of pills inside. Maybe he would hit up Grindr later? See who’s down for some fun? Maybe.

Sure, he was tired of getting wasted with friends every weekend, but what could you do with all of the bars and typical social gathering venues were closed. Anything to get closer to Amari. Amari was one of Adam’s new coworkers who had become a close member of his circle of work friends. Having clearly played ball at some point during his college years, Amari was a tall, thick bull of a man, but with the sweetest, most charming personality Adam had ever met. Aside from the quick, stolen glances each of them exchanged with one another, their relationship hadn’t progressed past the “friendly workplace acquaintances” level, but Adam wished for so much more. He was decently fit, if not on the thin side, with meaty enough thighs and legs from his days playing soccer, but he worried he wasn’t anywhere near the athletic prowess that Amari doubtless wished to find in a partner.

He was shaken out of his borderline-horny reminiscing by the sound of metal grinding against metal as his train lurched to a stop. His stop. The pressurized hiss of the doors opening welcomed him to the station and he climbed the stairs out into the street directly across from his office. It was sure as hell convenient to have a workplace just outside of a station and even nicer to have a friendly workplace staff.

Upon climbing the stairs and using his key to enter the office, he was shocked to find boss, Brian, in the hallway walking back to his office from the copy room. Adam and Brian were pretty friendly and familiar with one another, for a boss/employee relationship. Adam had been working at the company since he got out of college, which was long enough ago to develop a strong rapport with Brian. The two of them have even spent hours just drunkenly chatting about nonsense at staff happy hours after work. As bosses go, he was actually pretty cool, and not to mention easy on the eyes, in a fit DILF kind of way.

He spun around at the sound of Adam’s entry, “Adam! I’m surprised to see you in here on a Saturday. You look.. casual.”

Adam was slightly embarrassed to be wearing a hoodie and running shorts to the office, but he defended himself in the fact that he didn’t think anyone would be there. And who’s he to speak?! Brian is usually rocking a 3 piece suit at work, but he seemed to be substantially dressed down wearing just a button down and some slacks. Plus, Brian never mentioned that he’s usually at work on Saturdays. Anyways, Adam had plans for after he was done, so why dress up for no one just to dress down a few hours later?

“Yeeeahh,” Adam started, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, sir, I wasn’t really expecting anyone to be here.”

“No, no, it’s fine! I’m not necessarily looking my best, either,” Brian says with a chuckle, pushing his sleeves up a little more. “Anyways, I assume you’re here for the same reason I am? Make up for missed time?”

“Yes sir, yesterday wasn’t too productive, and I want to get these figures right before they go off to R&D on Monday.”

“I know how that is,” Brian started walking back to his office. “And please, dispense with the ‘sir!’ You’ve been here long enough and no one else is around. Brian’s fine.”

“You got it!” Adam said with a chuckle as he made his way to his cubical.

From his cubical’s vantage, he had a pretty good birds eye view of the office. He could see the entrance with the reception desk, he could see rows and rows of other cubicles, he was just across from Laurie in accounting (a charming old dame who would talk shit about coworkers with him during lunch), but best of all, he was just adjacent to Brian’s corner office, giving him a good view from his sitting position of his boss’s desk.

Adam means it when he says that his boss is easy on the eyes. He knows how to buy clothes that complement his figure, he takes great care of his appearance, he obviously has a nice coating of dark hair all over judging by his copious facial hair. Adam can’t help it if he constantly takes as many glances Brian’s way as he can throughout the day. In a weird way, it was hot to see Brian productive; he just looked like a man on a mission, typing away at lightning speed on his computer, sitting up straight with his back away from the chair, his face in a sharp and focused stare. It sucked being at work on a Saturday, but at least he’d have something to look at.

What Adam didn’t know was that feelings were entirely mutual from inside the executive office. When Brian wasn’t answering emails as quickly as they came and filling in spreadsheets, he would often look into the office through his fully windowed wall at Adam. He was a great employee, yeah, but he was also adorable and very fit, with a runner-type build. Brian always overhears something about his soccer games and knows that it makes complete and total sense that his tight-bodied employee was a soccer player. Today was a completely different story, though, because today—as opposed to other workdays—Brian could get a good look at Adam’s thick, powerful, unclothed legs, from his running shoes all the way up to almost his hip. By the way he was sitting, Brian could see his shorts ride up far enough to see the paleness of Adam’s upper legs, the place that hardly ever saw the sun. And behind that he could make out the supple pronounced curvature of his ass and nestled tightly between his legs, Brian could make out the lumpy outline of his—..

Adam turned his attention towards Brian and they locked eyes for no more than half a second. They both quickly looked away and continued their work, each pretending not to notice that the other person caught them staring. Brian just hoped Adam would leave soon so he could enjoy his favorite Saturday afternoon tradition.

Things continued that way for the next two hours, each of them typing away at their computers and stealing glances of the other whenever they got the chance. Adam loved the way Brian had his top few buttons undone, giving him a look at his hairy chest, and Brian loved how Adam sat like a standard bro, his legs spread out and his crotch bulging through the tightened groin of the shorts.

At one point, they both got up and got coffee from the break room. They both awkwardly tried to crack a “guess it’s that time of day!” joke to one other, each time followed by tepid, heartless chuckle. As they made their way back to their seats, Brian was confident and horny enough to make a small request of Adam. Plus, he was getting tired of waiting to enjoy his Saturday indulgences.

“Hey! Lemme ask you,” Brian leaned against Adam’s cubicle wall as Adam leaned back in his chair to listen, his legs still spread and his bulge still prominently displayed. “It’s, uhhh… Heh, wow this is a bit embarrassing… I, uhm.. I usually do this thing on Saturdays when no one is in the office, call it a little tradition or.. I don’t know, a way to let loose?”

Adam had no clue what he was talking about, but he leaned in, intrigued to hear what this was.

“I have some of those, uhhh… pills. Those little black ones?” Adam’s heart dropped when Brian said the words. His boss?? A recreational user?? “Anyways, I have some of my own and I like to… you know.. take advantage of them on the weekends.”

“Oh! I can wrap up, I mean I don’t want to stop you fro—..”

“NO, no, no, no, no, I wouldn’t ask you to leave on my behalf, I would feel so selfish! No, you’re fine, but do you mind if I, uhh, if I… you know?”

“Brian, absolutely! It’s your office, seriously, don’t let me stop you!”

“You sure? Absolutely sure?”

“Of course, Brian, positive,” Adam loved calling him Brian and Brian seemed to love it too. “You don’t even need to explain yourself! I… you know, I sometimes partake.. recreationally… too. It’s not a problem, truly.”

Brian rubbed his hands together in excitement, “You’re a real one, Adam! I’ll try not to disturb, I’ll be as quiet as I can.”

“Which series do you have?”

“It’s the, uhhmmm… the ‘MG’ series.” Brian said with a hint of embarrassment.

‘MG,’ muscle growth… Adam was familiar with it. It was a fun one for sure, but the name ‘muscle growth’ didn’t really do it justice. The pill was essentially an elephant’s dose of pure, rapid-acting testosterone boosting supplements, with a dash of muscle growth involved. You can expect massive hair growth, massive muscle growth, deepening voice, increased virility, heightened body odor… pure, concentrated, fast acting testosterone. Brian’s tailored shirt wouldn’t survive the transformation, but Adam had a feeling that Brian knew that. Adam had seen it a few times, but never experienced it, unsure of how it would affect him.

A wicked thought entered Adam’s mind for a split second. His mind went back to the baggie of pills in his pocket. Inanimate pills. He and his Grindr hookups, per his profile’s bio, had such a kink for turning into clothing and wearing each other out, getting each other smelly and sweaty between their legs or under their pits and across their chests. What if he could do the same with Brian? What a fucking fantasy. Hell, if the little black pills were making an appearance at their office gathering this Saturday, Brian would be none the wiser if he ingested one of Adam’s pills. Adam could wear him out for the day and put him right back in his chair on Sunday morning, without Brian having a single clue about it. It was a gutsy fucking move, but the payoff was too great to pass up.

“Well, good luck staying quiet, I’m very familiar with the ‘MG’ series,” the both laughed and Brian patted the wall of his cubicle and started walking back to his office. “Hey Brian!”

Brian turned around excitedly, “Yes, Adam?”

“Would you, uhh, want something to wash it down?” Adam opened one of the drawers of his desk and brandished a fifth of whiskey. Everyone kept secrets in their desks, his just happened to be as banal as a fifth of whiskey.

Brian feigned a stern look at Adam, but couldn’t keep it up and chuckled as he nodded, holding a finger up to his lips to keep silent, “You keep my secret, I’ll keep yours, I guess!”

Adam grinned as Brian walked back into his office and produced 2 plastic cups from inside his desk. …What? He’s a well-prepared employee! He poured about a double shot into each cup and slyly reached into his pocket, keeping eyes on Brian so he wouldn’t spot him. He took one of his own pills out of the bag and pierced it with his thumb nail. He held it over one of the cups, Brian’s cup, and let the clear, thick liquid from the pill pour into the drink. These things were usually tasteless, Adam knew. One time in college, he went to a party (more like an orgy) that was distributing jell-o shots with mystery contents from the pills. You never knew what you were going to get, and you also never knew you were getting it since it just tasted like regular jell-o. Standing up, he took both drinks in his hand and walked into Brian’s office.

He was bent over, reaching under his desk to reach up under some compartment and came back up holding a wooden box. Placing the box on his desk, he reached inside and plucked out a single pill, though Adam could plainly see that the box was full of at least a hundred of the pills. ‘Damn,’ Adam thought, ‘the dude makes more money than I thought.’

Brian took the pill with him to the low-sitting couch he kept in his office and sat down heavily with a sigh. Adam handed Brian his cup. Brian swirled it around and smelled it, grinning. He held up his cup, “To keeping secrets.”

“To keeping secrets, man, amen.”

They clinked their plastic cups together and Brian popped his pill in his mouth, swallowing dryly, then knocked back his entire drink to wash it down. Adam grinned and swallowed his entire drink, too.

Brian aggressively sat his cup down on his desk and exhaled a sharp breath of air through pursed lips. “That’s good shit, Adam. Also, I wanted to—aht, here it goes,” Brian interrupted himself chuckling to point out how his voice had dropped several octaves suddenly in the middle of his sentence. “I want to thank you for your friendship and your candor, I—rrrnngg—I can’t tell you how l-l-looooong it’s been since I had a friend at work—..” Between his explanation, his body was undergoing rapid and intense changes. His sleeves started to stretch and tear from his steadily inflating arms arms; his broadening, hardening chest and protruding abs caused his button down to pop open, scattering buttons; the hair all over his body began to thicken and darken and grow longer in several places. His shirt tore down the middle so he paused in the middle of his monologue to just tear it off his frame. His height was steadily increasing to accommodate his new size and his musk was penetrating the air like a thick perfume. His swelling ass and legs were making the seat of his pants rise up from the couch and make his professional slacks look painted on.

In the middle of Brian’s diatribe, Adam brought his hand down to his groin and began squeezing his shaft as it stretched across his pants, tickling the head, watching one of his workplace crushes do his best to stave off impulses. In mid-sentence, Brian stopped talking, watching his own crush get off on watching him undergo his transformation.

“Is this doing something for you, Adam?” Brian questioned deeply, placing an arm behind his head to let his stench permeate the room and accentuate his bulging arm muscles.

“Am I making you horny, Adam?” Brian brought his other hand down to his hardening bulge to cup and massage, Adam just nodded panting and continuing to pleasure himself. Brian’s belt made a sharp metallic clang as his buckle snapped and the pants split down each of the legs. He casually tore it off his pants and now sat spread-legged across from Adam, cupping and massaging his steadily distending bulge.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Adam? Is that what you want, Adam? Do you want to suck me dry, Adam?” Brian’s voice suddenly switched back to his normal voice and he furrowed his brow in confusion, bringing a hand up to his throat.

“Fuck yeah, I do, Brian,” Adam said, whipping out his hard, thick 7 incher in front of Brian to openly masturbate in front of his boss. Adam was ready for the second act of this one man show to begin. Brian just smirked devilishly, but…

Brian’s bulge suddenly deflated rapidly, leading Brian to grab onto it in a panic. To his relief, it inflated once again to its enhanced size, but started to deflate again. As if following his bulge’s lead, the musculature all over his body began deflating, then inflating larger than it was before, then deflating again, again, again, and again, in a rapid chaotic procession. It was as if part of his body was wanting him to grow as large as possible while the other half was determined to bring him down to his usual size.

“What the f-f-fuck is h-happening to m-m-me?” Brian asked no one while looking over his body, wondering if he had a bad pill in the batch.

“I don’t know, man, but I’m loving it,” Adam said, continuing to pleasure himself and reaching up under his hoodie to pinch his own nipple.

As if Adam’s enjoyment was enough to quell his confusion, Brian just let whatever was happening, happen. He grinned and flexed for Adam was his body continued to intermittently rise and fall. Suddenly, his body began to inflate, seemingly putting an end to the chaos. He chuckled approvingly as his body started to rise and rise and rise, swelling larger and larger like it was supposed to. Before he knew it, Brian had surpassed the size he knew the pills usually brought him to, but his body showed no signs of stopping.

“YEEAHH, FUCK YEAH! YOU SEE THAT ADAM?? YOU’RE MAKING ME HUGER THAN I’VE EVER BEEN!!” Brian bellowed as he got larger and larger and larger, making the center of the couch splinter and collapse onto the floor, making the entire office shudder. Adam was yanking on his cock with such passion in his eyes and Brian could tell he was close. “GET OVER HERE, MAN!! LET ME HAVE IT!” Brian opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue for Adam, and Adam quickly stepped up onto the couch and straddled the giant’s bulging chest. He leaned over Brian’s impossibly wide neck and stuck his cock on Brian’s tongue, which Brian then wrapped his lips around and began to quickly suck and bob his head up and down. In no time at all, Adam threw his head back in a powerful moan as he unloaded what felt like a pint full of cum down Brian’s gullet. He sucked and sucked and sucked until he got every last drop out of Adam’s shaft, and then dislodged Adam from his mouth with a wet *pop.*

Brian leaned his head back in a groan and panted deeply, “OOOooooooh man… You taste…” his white briefs, which had been stretched to their limit at this point, began to vibrate and almost glow. “Soooo… goooooooooooooooddd……” As he spoke, his body quickly began not deflating, but collapsing all over. His arms sunk into him, his head rolled back with the whites of his eyes showing, his legs sucked up into his waist, and his entire, enlarged body quickly started to collapse into his briefs. Adam was surprised he didn’t shoot another load as he watched this unfold. The last thing Adam saw was Brian’s face, contorted into an intensely satisfied grin as the last of his body was incorporated into his briefs. The white briefs just collapsed lazily onto the crashed couch below Adam. Looks like Adam’s pill won this round.

Adam stepped down from the couch, still panting from he and his boss’s sexcapades, and looked down at the briefs on the couch. He wiped the sweat off his brow and grabbed his fifth of whiskey to take another swig, straight from the bottle. Adam bent over to pick up the briefs but was pleasantly surprised as soon as his fingers made contact with the fabric.

Brian’s briefs were almost… electrified? It wasn’t exactly electricity or static, but they had a sort of energetic pulse coursing through the fabric. It was as if the briefs were humming and steadily vibrating in his hand. ‘Fucking weird,’ he thought. Out of all the many, many times he’d used the inanimate pills, no transformed hookup ever felt like this particular synthetic material. It sort of made the whole situation that much hotter for Adam.

Done with wasting time, Adam tossed the briefs back on the couch and started disrobing. He started with his hoodie, which conveniently caught onto his undershirt and took that off, too, exposing his runner’s body torso. He hooked his fingers and lowered his shorts and underpants away from his waist and let them both drop to the floor once they passed his ass and the thickness of his thighs. He stepped out of his clothes and stood there for a few moments in the nude. It was an strange but oddly freeing sensation, being naked in the office he’d spent so much time in. He couldn’t imagine how many lonely Saturdays Brian had spent naked in this very office…

Enough sentimentality. Adam stepped over to the couch where the briefs were laying and picked them up, feeling the odd energy pulsing out of the fabric. Regardless of what the texture/sensation was about, Adam knew it ought to make for a better experience wearing his boss around. Adam bent over, put both feet inside their respective holes, and pulled the Brian briefs up his legs until it slid satisfyingly to a stop around his waist and over his package and ass.

The very moment the waistband met with his skin, Adam felt an icy-hot sensation pulse throughout his entire body, seemingly originating from the briefs. He took in a series of gasping breaths of air as though he jumped into a freezing swimming pool, and he could see his skin breakout in goose flesh and felt a burning sensation in his core. The feeling diminished after a while, but didn’t exactly subside, while even more odd sensations began to appear.

Without warning, Adam’s right leg instantly stacked on several inches more of height, making it substantially larger than left one, causing him to stumble back onto the couch behind him. As he stared down at his mismatched legs from his sitting position, both thrilled and horrified all at the same time, his left leg violently twitched and extended itself in the same manner, now matching his right leg. He gaped down at his longer legs and his eyes began to widen as he saw both of his already athletic legs, from his feet all the way to his upper thighs, begin to harden and rise with sinewy muscle. His toes curled as his feet stretched several sizes larger, his calves formed firm ridges and shapes he had only dreamed of having, and his thighs thundered slowly into massive trunks starting from his knees and working its way up to his hips. He used his hands to slap and jostle his new thighs, thrilled with how they felt and how they moved.

Next, he could feel his ass lifting him off the couch underneath him, as it took on a firmness, juiciness, and curvature he’d never felt was possible. As soon as he brought his hands around him to feel his ass, his package started to jiggle and twitch from under the fabric of the briefs. He lifted the waistband of the briefs to get a peek at what was transpiring and was more than elated by what he saw. He remembered back when he was a boy during 4th of July and his uncle used to buy those compressed carbon ‘snakes’ at the firework store that grew bigger and longer and unraveled once you lit them on fire. His cock was undergoing a similar transformation, rising up out of his hips seemingly out of nowhere and continuing to swell thicker and longer until it pressed hard and curved against the fabric of the briefs. He threw his head back and groaned and the sensitivity he felt from it. His balls disappeared from his view as they grew larger and heavier and sagged his nut sack down between his thighs. He reached inside and scooped his heavy sack back up so his legs wouldn’t crush it and let it sit, fat and dual-globular, against his massive thigh.

As he was reaching into the briefs to readjust and fondle his new package, he felt an uncomfortable stretching pressure in his upper spine and lower back until he heard a dull series of *cracks* as his torso stacked on another 2 inches in height. From underneath him, he could feel his back and shoulders spreading wider on the couch as he became broader in stature, a stark difference from the slim runner shape he was before. His back and sides grew hot to the touch as stacks and stacks of muscle were piled onto his figure. He groaned and rubbed his stomach as his once-faint abs grew larger and larger, rising to the surface of his skin deliciously as the ridges between them grew deeper. His chest was next, and he could feel a tingling sensation underneath his skin, telling him that something was about to happen. Suddenly, and completely involuntarily, his modest pecs began to twitch/bounce, one after the other. Left, right, left, right, left… He was confused as to what the purpose of this could be, but his question was quickly answered as he noticed his pecs becoming broader, broader, rounder, rounder, thicker, thicker. They continued bouncing, left, right, left, right, and with each bounce, they were getting more and more and more swole. His nipples began to point downwards as he grew his impressive, never-before-dreamed-of pec shelf. In utter lust and fascination, he brought up his hands to play with his muscle tits, proud of his rack which he knew was bigger than some women’s.

As his hands played with his sculpted pec slabs, Adam could feel a sensation within his shoulders, spreading to his elbows, and finally to his wrists. His next muscle group was up in line. His arms involuntarily yanked away from his chest and spread out on either side of him on the couch. He looked down excitedly at them, still unable to move them, and he felt his hands stretch and crack, his fingers and palm growing bigger and longer. He curled his hand into a fist and gawked at their massive size. Moving up his arms, his forearms became broad and tight, a heap of muscle growing up around the top near his elbow, and a thick, twisting veins ran down the length of each arm, finding a home on the back of his hands. He was able to bring his arms up to him now and take a closer look at his new physique, but he felt an aching sensation up his elbow and connecting with his shoulder. ‘Oh fuck yeah,’ he thought as he brought both arms up in a double flex. He tensed and released, tensed and released, tensed and released, bringing his arms up and down and up and down, repeating the pose. With every consecutive flex, Adam watched his biceps and triceps bulge bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger,stretching his skin taught against his new 20 inch thick guns, thickening his arm by an easy 8 inches in seconds. Adam felt his shoulders bulge and rounding either side of him and tensed to feel their size press against his neck. Adam had to get a better view of all of this.

He clumsily stood up, catching his balance for a moment and adjusting to his sudden enormous size, His breath caught for a moment as his ultra sensitive cock again brushed against the lowly vibrating, electrifying fabric, but held it in and sealed once again the dam holding back an deluge of cum. He noticed himself, albeit a completely unfamiliar version of himself, in one of Brian’s wall windows and could’ve creamed right there. He was, in a word, statuesque, but he still wasn’t finished.

As he approached the window, he tried to clear his throat, but something caught in it and he choked for a few seconds. He had his hands up to his neck to try to force whatever was in there out, but when he lowered his hand he saw that his Adam’s apple had protruded much further than it had been earlier. He appreciation was short-lived, though, as he felt a pressure building up in his neck. He watched as his neck thickened ridiculously wide, wide like a football player’s, connecting to his shoulders in a thick, sinewy ridge. He pinched his eyes shut and twisted his face in an intense moan, during which he heard several dull cracks and stretches, and opened his eyes to see his face restructured. Still his cute, boyish mug, but more angular, rugged, and sharp.

Before him stood the new Adam, improved and advanced, thanks to Brian in his new form.

“Hoooly fucking sh-UUGGH!!!”

He wasn’t sure whether it was because of seeing his finished self in its entirety, or because of the deep, sensuous baritone of his new voice, but the floodgates were blown the fuck open. Adam started firing huge volumes jizz hands-free straight into his briefs, massive gushes of it seeping through the fabric and dripping from his bulge onto the floor, but quickly whipped his cock out of its confines. ‘Sorry about that, Brian,’ he thought in his fit of ecstasy. He tightened his eyes closed as he gripped his cock and started pumping like a madman, humping against the air and hearing his cum spray against Brian’s window wall between his office and the cubicles. He pumped and pumped and pumped, feeling his heart pound and his knees almost giving out, until he finally tapered off with a few weak, jerking thrusts. He leaned against the wall, resting his forehead against his forearm, taking deep breaths.

Upon opening his eyes, he could see that the window where he was standing was positively painted white from the hip down. He had unloaded a considerable, abnormal amount onto the window, perhaps attributed to the fact that he was cumming for 2 now, as it were. He shook his dick and tucked it back into the briefs, giving them a loving rub over his ass and crotch and feeling it hum energetically back in return. He could tell Brian, though undoubtedly surprised by the turn of events, was certainly loving this, too. He squatted down and licked up the window, trying to get a taste of his new product. He had tried his own before—okay, salty, thick, decently tasty, but not exactly recommended—but this spunk was another level completely. He took a couple more good licks of it to savor, in fact. It was musky as shit (but whose cum isn’t?), but carried with it a rugged, bitter, coconut watery taste and an aftertaste of hazelnut. Adam grinned, remembering how much hazelnut creamer Brian likes to put in his coffee.

Speaking of coffee, Adam realized that he needed to piss like a racehorse, not to mention wash up his dick and briefs, both of which were positively soaked in his jizz. He walked to the bathroom, admiring how tall he was now, seeing the cubicles from a vantage he never had before. His weighty footsteps made the floor shudder, making him grin and making his cock twitch. He relieved himself in the urinal for what seemed like a while, his stream now more forceful and voluminous, shook off his dick, and sauntered dick-out over to the sink. He turned on the warm water, leaned over to dangle his meat and sack into the sink, and washed them throughly, but for more time than was necessary. He wasn’t used to handling a set of cock and balls this massive! Afterwards, he wet several paper towels and went to work on the briefs, cleaning them as thoroughly as he could hoping to please Brian, constantly having to move his package out of the way.

Just for shits and giggles, he lowered the briefs to the floor, watching, feeling, and hearing himself shrink and deflate in size. Then he pulled them back up, watching, feeling, and hearing himself lurch upwards and outwards into his new form, in a much quicker procession than last time. He couldn’t help but laugh giddily at himself in the mirror. He did this a few more times, lowering/deflating, lifting/inflating, striking poses at himself in the mirror, playing out situations. Lowering, shrinking, miming as though he was walking along, “Oh, what, these? These are my special underwear,” lift up, hulk out, laugh like a child at himself. He couldn’t help it! This was the hottest goddamn thing to happen to him in his entire life.

He eventually exited the bathroom and made his way back to Brian’s office, grabbing his now-lukewarm cup of coffee along the way. He sat in one of Brian’s armchairs, lifting an arm back in a stretch, savoring his newly intoxicating musk. He wondered now, ‘What to do, what to do….”

He couldn’t just keep rubbing one out, getting every glass surface in the office sticky and wet. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to. He couldn’t exactly just stroll outside either. As much as he was sure people would admire him, public indecency charges were a risk. He wished more than anything for someone to share his new body with. Someone handsome, someone built, someone—…

His heart jumped and he bolted out of his seat in a jog towards his cubical. He grabbed his phone off the desk and opened his messenger. Who to text? Easy, A-m-a… before he could even finish spelling, he saw Amari’s contact (“Amari (work) ☄️🔥”) pop up under the search bar. Bingo.

Adam started thinking of something to write, making his way back to the armchair. As he thought, he walked by Brian’s desk but stopped immediately when his eye caught something.

Sitting open on the desk exactly where Brian had left it was the open box of hundreds of ‘MG’ pills.

Should he? He was very happy with his new bod, but he was slightly let down he didn’t get as much of the hair growth as Brian did… Plus, he was trying to entice his crush to come to him, and he wanted to make damn sure he made his trip worthwhile…. And yeah, he had soccer and drinks later with the boys, but it wouldn’t be so awkward if two people showed up hulked out, hairy, and smelly, instead of one… Yeah, why the hell not. He, Amari, and Brian were about to have a hell of a night.

Adam plucked a pill out of the box… nah, fuck it, two, and popped them into his mouth, washing them down with another swig of whiskey to wash them both down.

He planted himself back in the arm chair and started to text, while the wood of the armchair crackled and groaned and thick, blonde hair began to sprout out of Adam’s face and body.

———

Down by the park, Amari was on one of his last laps around the track. He was quite tired and sweaty as shit, but he was determined to hit the 5 mile marker. As luck would have it, the very moment Amari was passing the bench where he kept his bag, clothes, and phone, he heard the familiar jingle of a text message notification.

He decided to let this “urgent matter” pass as an excuse to stop running, and paused his exercise to check who was trying to reach him. Panting heavily, he picked up his phone and his heart leapt when he saw the caller ID: “Adam (work) 👅” 

Amari felt his cock plump up a little just from the notification. Adam never tried to contact him, what could this be about? He told no one from work, but he secretly had a massive crush on the little runner white boy from the office. Thank god Adam always had his back to him from his cubicle, or else he’d have to get used to seeing Amari stare at him throughout the day. Hell, he’s surprised Adam couldn’t feel Amari’s eyes drilling holes into the back of his head. What could Adam want?

• hey amari! sorry to bother you on a saturday, but if its at all possible, could you pleeeaaaase come into work for a second? i’m finishing up some sheets and i need your eyes for something. i know we have plans with the boys later, but it’ll be quick!

Amari was thrilled. A chance to work one-on-one with Adam, and on a day when no one is in the office?! He couldn’t imagine this situation being any more perfect, but he had to play it cool.

• sure man it’s fine. give me 20. i’m finishing up a run though so i apologize if i don’t exactly smell great 😂

Was that too much? Was that being too forward? He thought the laughing emoji at the end would add some levity to his response, but he hoped Adam took his statement the right way.

• oh i don’t think that will be a problem at all ;) see you soon

Holy. Shit. A completely unexpected response, but not at all unwelcome. Was Adam into him, too? Was this about to be ‘a thing?’ Was he about to get his dick wet?!

He didn’t notice it until now, but his cock was making his compression shorts tent considerably farther away from his body. So much so that he could feel a draft coming in from the waistband. 

(Reader Request)

It has been many some hours since the sun set. The road is almost pitch black, the headlights of our car providing the only bit of sight as we drive along. My legs won't stop shuddering, not in fear, but for another reason.

I call out to my friend Liam, who is driving.

"Hey, how much longer until we get there?"

Liam turns around.

"Another 2 hours. Why?"

"I think I might've drank too much."

"Are you serious? Why didn't you go back when we were at Burger King?"

"Didn't cross my mind."

"Sigh. Well I guess you just have to suck it up Jacob. There isn't another Rest Stop for another 40 minutes."

I groan and start staring out the window. Watching the grass go by is just an attempt to distract myself into forgetting about it.

A green sign then flashes by in faded white letters. Though it looks like it had seen better days, it was still faintly legible.

"Frank's Gas Station. 3 mi"

"Wait Liam. There's a gas station up ahead."

"That's strange. I don't see it on the GPS."

"Who cares. A bathroom's a bathroom."

"Fine fine."

A little while later, we reach Frank's Gas Station. Or what used to be it.

"Damn. This place is a dump."

The sign in the front is missing at least 3 of its letters, and both it and the entire building are covered in vines and grass. Not a car was in sight except for a single old pickup truck in the corner. A chain link fence surrounds the complex, but the gate is left open from the last maintenance worker. Whenever that was. On the store window, a tattered piece of paper is taped to the window, reading "Restrooms in the back--->"

"Are you sure it even has plumbing?"

"Well it's my best shot out here."

"Okay then. I'll wait in the car."

I go through the open gate and trudge through the grass to the back of the station.

The back is not that much different in condition from the front, if not a little worse for wear. But sure enough, there's the bathroom door. For some reason there's a green baseball cap hanging on the door, alongside with a pair of green aviators. The hat's surprisingly new feeling. Probably left behind by the maintenance guy. I pick it up and put it on my head. Hey, free hat. It'll make for a good souvenir. 

I carefully open the door and flip the switch.

A single light bulb turns on, illuminating the restroom. Phew. At least there's power. I was not about to pee in the dark. A row of stalls lay just beyond the light of the bulb, but I only need to take a quick leak so that won't be necessary.

I walk towards the urinal and open my fly. Huh. Were my jeans always so tight? I should check my weight later.

I begin to relieve myself, whistling myself a tune. It's a song that I don't recognize, but for some reason it resonates with me.

I then suddenly get a chill down my spine, followed by goosebumps all over my body. Then my cock suddenly starts pulsating.

"Shit. What the fuck!?"

With every pulse it elongates in my hand. I have to struggle to hold the stream's aim.

My shirt is stretched to its limit as my chest expands with a new heft, ballooning into 2 round globes of pure muscle. Same with my shorts, which have also begun to tear a bit under the mass behind me. My limbs also elongate, making me shoot up 5 inches, increasing in circumference accordingly. I could feel every burning sensation as my biceps and forearms expand past the boundaries of my sleeves.

The goosebumps then erupt as dark coarse hair covers my body, including a full beard on my face.

And then it stopped. I catch my breath, looking down at my new body. I had never been able to grow any sort of body hair, but just as I was about to feel the newfound fur on my chest I felt a sharp pain on my left arm.

"Jesus!", my newly deepened voice yelps.

A tribal band tattoo etches itself across my arm like an artist signing their own work. I pause, waiting for another change, but nothing comes. I sigh, pulling up my pants after letting the final drops through.

When I turn around, I come face to face with my new self in the mirror. Honestly I no longer bear any resemblance to my previous me at all.

 I marvel at the full beard of hair on my face. I always wondered what it would feel like to have one.

Then the same voice rings out inside my head.

"Enjoying my mug huh fag?"

"Who's there?"

"Why so surprised? You're the one who took my crap, son."

My mouth then starts moving by itself.

"But don't worry, I'm just taking back what is mine."

Instantly I lose any and all control of my body. The person in the mirror smirks and checks out their arms.

"It's good to be back. Now let's take a picture to celebrate."

My arms involuntarily move against my wishes, first removing my tattered shirt off, followed by the remains of my shorts. What's left is my pair of gray briefs, framing a frankly impressive bulge begging to be released. With a quick motion, my newly enlarged member flops out into the crisp air.

Seemingly satisfied with its business, its eyes are turned to a different matter. My knees bend into a squat position, not too far away from the disgusting tile floor. My rod stiffens, almost touching the ground as it twitches in anticipation.

Both of my hands then grasp my shaft and start vigorously rubbing up and down. Despite it being my own hands dictating the action, I can't help but feel the sensation of being jerked off by another entity. It's honestly quite unnerving, but all those thoughts quickly faded away as my mind flooded with feelings of pleasure unlike anything I've experienced. My body starts sweating from the heat from the hair on my thighs and calves rubbing together. I begin to pant. My tongue hangs outside my mouth as my voice moans obscenities. At this point I cannot even tell where my voice ends and the other begins.

I fall backward, my bare ass and cock touching the filth. But I couldn't care less. All I and the voice wanted to do was to pump. Pumping is good. Real men don't care about sissy things like hygiene and being proper. A real man knows that they need to take life's balls by the reigns and make it your bitch.

With a final groan I cover the floor of the little restroom with my seed. I get up, stretching. It's been a while since I had a good rub like that. Always nice to take a break when on the road.

My hands move for my phone placed on the side of the sink. For some reason there's some fairy on the lock screen. That's weird. When did that happen? Must've been a prank. Opening up Facebook, I suddenly see the same homo has turned my page into his own faggy playground. The nerve. I watch wipe the profile, replacing it with the proper detail. I then snaps a dick pick and a few nudes for good measure, uploading it with the caption "Feeling  frisky today" with a winking emoji.

"There. That's a big improvement."

 I retrieve my belongings from a bag on the hook behind the door, putting on a white undershirt and straight blue denim jeans. There's another old looking backpack on the hooks that I just noticed. Poor dude. Hope they find what they're looking for. After checking myself in the mirror, I leave to get back to my car. Along the way, some college aged boy in a tank top and snapback approaches me.

"Hey have you seen my friend Jacob? Skinny little guy, bout this tall. He was supposed to meet back with me after going to use the restroom, but it's been a while. Did you see him back there?"

"Jacob... that name does sound familiar, but I can't seem to recall anything. Maybe try looking back there? I remember seeing some clothes in the back."

"Ok. Thanks Sir. Will do."

“Mmmm??” Jax groaned, waking up. He looked around, confused at the sports posters and jersey on the wall, and the messy state of the room. The gray sheets with white windowpane pattern were foreign sight to him. Not to mention the size of the bed. Almost too damn small for him. Like the pair of briefs hugging his ass.

This wasn’t his room. Where was his black guitar? His album collection? Framed art on the walls? He kept looking around, it definitely wasn’t his boyfriend’s room. Bryan Young would flip to be trapped in a room like this. Jax smiled half awake, on the verge of drifting back to sleep, as he imagined calming his boyfriend down. The memory of last night played in his head crawling into his boyfriend’s bed, spooning each other. Boyfriend was too weak of a term to describe how Jax felt about Bryan, but they weren’t fiancés since Jax wasn’t a big marriage guy. Or maybe it was insecurity? Why did he still have his own place after being with Bryan for five years? Jax was barely home anyways.

Jax grumbled in his half-asleep state annoyed by his usual morning thoughts. His friends would give him so much shit about Bryan. For all the man’s muscle it was clear that the single father, Bryan, was a cupcake on the inside. No one, not even Jax himself, knew how much he was into sweet things. As a lifelong punk that didn’t quite sit well with Jax’s friends, telling him he’d gone soft over the years. How he never messed with people anymore. Jax had finally had enough and gave into the pressure. He’d do one last prank, and he’d do it on Bryan.

The main reason he relented was that his friends had a point: Bryan didn’t know the true him, not really. He wanted to fix that. Byran had already seen beyond the tattoos and rock music, now he needed to see one last thing.

Jax popped an eye open, scanned the room again, remembering what the prank was. It wasn’t Bryan’s room, but it was his house. Jax was currently in Kade Young’s bedroom, Bryan’s son. Kade nowhere in sight, “Oh fuck,” he muttered, not quite up. Yesterday, he came funneling back to him.

--- Originally posted on 2021-04-21 by newyoutf ---

Jon twisted back and forth under the showerhead, singing along to the music blasting from his phone on the counter.

The music lowered in volume for a second, making way for two loud dings. Jon reached out from the stream of water and fumbled with the screen in his wet hands. It was a message from Oliver, his best friend, “Hey bro, got something you should listen to.”

“Bro?” Jon wondered. Since when did Oliver say “bro”? Jon blinked, struggling to think for a moment. Oliver talked like that all the time, he was American after all... wasn’t he?

Attached to the message was an audio file. Jon figured it must have been a new song by one of the pair’s favorite pop divas, perhaps a new leaked track. Jon hit the play button, placed the phone back down, and returned to the hot water.

A harsh static buzz and what sounded like garbled speech boomed from the phone, taking Jon by surprise. The corrupted audio cleared up after a moment and a deep, male voice started.

“Welcome. This audio program is custom designed. Just for you. Ensure you are in a comfortable, private place. You will not want to be disturbed.”

“Oliver,” Jon rolled his eyes, thinking that surely something starting this ridiculous would be some sort of joke or meme. After all, Oliver had always been a dumb joker. “Wait,” Jon felt confused, he could have sworn Oliver was a quiet, twinky lad like himself?

Jon realized couldn’t form a solid impression of his friend in his mind. They met at their university in London and became best friends, bonding over their mutual love of pop music and ogling the campus jocks. But now it was like that reality had been shattered. Those memories gave way for ones of meeting each other at the campus gym shortly after Oliver arrived from the US. Oliver was his best, hot, American friend, right? Jon’s cock twitched at the new image of his friend as he placed his face under the stream of hot water in an attempt to clear his head.

“Relax. Take a deep breath, in and out.”

Jon unwittingly followed the instructions. The frown fell from his face and his body relaxed, taking in the warmth of the water.

“You’re Oliver's best friend. Makes sense, given you’re a total alpha too.”

“Both wha- ah! Ah!”, Jon planted his hands against the wet, tiled wall as the words sent pleasure rippling through his body. He looked down feeling a strong warmth against his leg but it wasn’t the hot water. His semi-hard cock had blasted a rope of cum against his leg. “What the fuck?” Jon mumbled.

“What a coincidence that you’re both six-foot-four. It serves him well in the gym, the same way it serves you well in the water.”

Jon howled in ecstasy, spluttering and moaning, as his five-foot-nine body stretched higher. His soft cock drooled hot cum as it rapidly began to rise. His arms pushed against the wall, lengthening for better performance in the pool. He stepped backward as his head struck the showerhead and rose even higher. Hot water poured down the front of his much longer torso and legs.

“Your shoulders are so broad. Typical of you swimming jocks.”

Unable to resist the command, Jon's shoulders crunched and throbbed, thrusting out larger and bulging with muscle. “God! W- What the fuck i- is... ugh... happening?!” he roared, terrified not just by the growth gripping his body, but the incredible pleasure it wrought on him.

“Those are some long, meaty fucking arms, Jon.”

“F- fuck!” Jon roared, spraying a massive load up the back of the shower feeling his narrow arms explode with thick mounds of muscle, rippling across his biceps and triceps. The growth spread down his arms, his forearms bloating with tight, lean muscle. His wrists cracked as they thickened.

“Hands that big must be useful for pushing through the water.”

Stifled screams rumbled from Jon’s tightly clenched mouth. His hands were pressed against the back of the shower, clicking and twitching as they began to swell across the tiles. The fingers accelerated longer and longer. His palms spread monstrously broad. He flexed his hands, in total awe of their disproportionate size; perfect for pushing through the water.

The experience was like nothing Jon ever felt. A sexual eruption taking place across every cell as the words rewrote his body. “Can’t... resist... so g- good,” Jon grunted, gasping for air.

“You clearly work out for the aesthetics as well, not just the pool. Your shredded chest is proof of that.”

Jon couldn’t even attempt to fight anymore, but nor did he want to. His chest puffed and bulged, distorting the path of the water running across it. The previously non-existent pecs pushed outward from his widening chest. His cock trembled as the changes took hold in his abdomen, causing his flat stomach to erupt with tight, thick abs. Jon gripped his ass, feeling it swell into his huge hands while he erupted cum across the tiles once more.

*“That’s the spirit, Jon. You’re a *stud.”

Jon felt those words echo in his ears and rumble down his throat. Grunts and pants became deeper and deeper as his thickened and voice morphed. His head groaned as it enlarged to fit his frame. Hair began to flourish out of his cheeks and across his upper lip while the mop of medium-length hair on his head retreated, leaving a short, handsome cut in its place. He stroked his cock with one hand and clasped his face with the other feeling his jawline refine and the angles of his face sharpen. He turned to the mirror cabinet, seeing just a sliver of his improved visage. Jon gasped at the sight and immediately ejected another load of cum.

He didn’t just look like a swole swimming jock. He felt like one too. He rejoiced in his mind being filled with thoughts of the pool, weightlifting, spotting his bros at the gym, and fucking them afterward.

“Good to see the bottom half matches the top.”

Jon’s legs trembled. He clutched the slippery tiles harder to hold himself up, the pleasure reverberating through his legs almost too much to bear. Muscles spasmed in his calves, swelling with every little twitch. Muscle wasn’t all that was gracing his legs. Dark hair grew forth from the skin, coating his powerful legs in a layer of fur. Jon swore under his breath, impressed by the hair spreading up and down his legs. He thought about how he refused to shave like other swimmers, he liked the hair, and regardless his superior form needed no extra boost. His body responded to the suggestion, triggering a fine layer of hair to sprout from his forearms, between his pecs, in a trail over his abs and across the tops of his feet.

Memories of the pool, the beach, and victories across university swimming tournaments swarmed his brain. Trophies and medals materialized in the bedroom just next to where he was showering.

“Damn, it’s no surprise you outperform everyone in the water with feet that massive. And you know what they say about that, Jon.”

Every one of the toes on Jon’s size eight feet surged with pleasure. He moaned loudly as they began to push across the floor of the shower while his soles stretched to catch up. He recalled new memories of having large feet, how they propelled him to victory in the pool, and the comments people would make: “Bigfoot”, “You know what they say...”, “Where can you even buy size sixteens?”

“Sixteen?!” he repeated in his mind. The brief shock turned to anticipation as he felt his soles continue to march forward longer and wider, his toes twitching while they reshaped long and meaty. Jon growled aloud as he expelled another load, “God, yeah... so f- fucking... big.”

The jock trembled under the stream of hot water, desperate for sexual release. He looked down as the expanding feet settled into excessively large size sixteens, curling his long toes as his six-inch cock began to quiver in its desperation to grow larger as well. It felt as though it were perpetually hardening, only to then push longer and girthier instead. Jon grasped his wet cock and thrust into his grip hard and repeatedly. He relished in the sensation of the veins bulging and the shaft thickening.

*“I guess what they say really is true, isn’t *it?”

The audio toyed with him, pushing his cock just that little bit longer and pumping it ever so slightly thicker. It pulsed and twitched, gradually and slowly with every breath. His uncut, British foreskin slid further backward, as a larger, blunter head swelled outward. Jon smirked as he groaned and growled, stroking faster and faster, enthralled by the beautiful nine-inch weapon he now possessed.

“Cum.”

“Oh yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jon made three final long, hard tugs on his thick pole before roaring in delight as unspeakable ecstasy filled him. Cum rocketed upward against the water rushing from the showerhead, ejecting what remained of Jon’s old genetic material while orgasm after orgasm pounded his body.

Exhausted and dripping wet, he stepped slowly out of the tub, unsteady on his new legs and feet.

*“Remember to share this recording with your friends*.”

And with that, the playback stopped. Jon looked at himself in the mirror, still shocked, but enraptured with his new body and looks. He grabbed his phone and wiped the water from the screen, struggling to unlock it with his longer fingers. He typed out a reply to Oliver, “That shit was fucking lit mate!”

A few miles away, a sweaty Oliver was busy lifting weights, waiting for his friend to give him some indication that something had happened. He had to place the weight down slowly as his mind blurred for a moment. He saw the images and memories that he had of his friend change and shift. Gone were the images of a quiet little twink, replaced by those of a loud, masculine swimming jock. Oliver smiled cockily realizing what had just happened. Then, as if on cue, his phone vibrated with Jon’s reply. Following was a photo of a huge, semi-hard cock swinging above two gargantuan feet. Oliver felt his own cock stiffen slightly at the image.

“Hell yeah, bro! You should be selling these pics like I do,” Oliver sent in response, getting a deep chuckle out of Jon.

“Damn, I look so fucking hot..” He mumbled to himself as he admired the picture of his exposed self.

“Wonder which one I should use for the next post..”

…

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Sup guys! Jason here.

As you can see, I’ve been taking pictures of myself out in the open and exposed! Why? Well, people don’t really pass by these areas and it gives me this weird (but good) feeling when I show myself off. Not in the kind of way where you feel like you could get caught- but in a way where someone is actively watching you. No one was ever there when I checked around though. Dunno. I swear I never got this feeling before getting to this place but it’s prob nothing.

Aside from my sexy little shots, everything here is pretty cool. Lots of nature, sunlight, mountains, and hot locals. One of the guys here in particular has really stuck in my mind. He didn’t really do anything interesting- he just seems to be everywhere. Dunno how he does it but I see him at least 3 times whenever I go out, and he has a different outfit on each time. Not gonna lie I was a bit creeped out because I thought he was stalking me. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that he never glanced in my direction until I approached him. I was able to talk to him a bit and I guess he’s cool and pretty hot up close. Also noticed something about his neck but I didn’t say anything.

He also told me that I was welcome to “head on over” anytime. Wasn’t sure if I really wanted to enter a stranger’s house at first,  but we’d already talked for a good bit so why not? What could go wrong? I could totally beat his ass if needed to. And I’m pretty sure that this area is relatively safe too so maybe he won’t kill me lol. Don’t really have much else to do anyway since my vacation is almost over. Might as well have a bit more fun before I go.

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Alright, I’m heading over to that guy’s house. Wish me luck dudes.

…

“Hey! Good to see you, Jason.” He nonchalantly said as he waved his muscular left arm at Jason. His smile was wide as he sat up from his shaded porch to walk towards him. As he moved into the sun, his hard and defined muscles revealed its chiseled form under its light. 

“What’s up, man.” Jason returned the smile, his eyes darting between the man’s face and abs.

“Come on in.” He said with a knowing smirk  “I’ve only got milk for drinks right now. Is that alright?”

“..You hinting at something?”

“...No.” He smirked as he pulled the door open.

…

The moment I walked through that door… I suddenly remembered the pictures that I took of myself and the feeling of it. Huh, that’s random.

Before I could question it any further, his voice pulls my attention towards him.

“Follow me.” He said in his usual friendly manner.

I immediately listened for some reason. I assumed that he was going to lead me to the living room or something, but he just kept bringing me to these doorless, empty, and identical hallways. We occasionally took a few turns but that was it. And throughout it all, he seemed a bit.. Out of it? Each time I tried to make conversation, he just gave me clipped answers with that same smile. What was up with him..? 

I looked behind me, contemplating whether or not I should leave but only saw the endless hallway.

“Oh- we’re almost there! Don’t turn around just yet!” He suddenly called to me from farther ahead. At this point, I really didn’t want to be here anymore. When I tried to just leave though, my feet just wouldn’t budge. It was like the carpet was gripping onto me whenever I tried to step away from the man, so the only way was towards him.

Ugh…

We eventually reached a room that seemed to somewhat resemble a living room. Wooden floor, two couches and a table.. And that was it. No windows or decorations. I knew it- this guy was a weirdo… I sigh as I stepped forward.

…

The moment he stepped into the room, he was overcome by an overwhelming numbness.

“…”

“…”

… Wait.. Why does my neck- Why can’t I feel anything…? 

“Sorry- ” the man apologetically said as he turned to me.

What’s going on..? 

“I’ve really been needing this..and so has the house so… Yeah.”

He shrugged. There was a bent smile on his lips.

“But I’ll take good care of your body, alright? It’s a promise.”

What the fuck is he talking about?? What’s happening?!

I tried to scream as I felt his cold hands gently clasp around my neck. And then, they suddenly tightened and pulled upwards.

Pop

“There we go!”

My eyes widened as I looked down after hearing the noise.

Is that.. 

My body? 

…

The man gently placed Jason’s head down onto the little table, facing him in a way that guaranteed that he would see what was about to happen. He silently smirked at Jason as he roamed his hands around the headless body’s bulging muscles. As he did so, his hands slowly inched towards his pants… and suddenly, the body’s semi-hardened package straining against his jocks was in full view for both Jason and the man. Jason couldn’t believe his eyes as he witnessed what was unfolding. His very own body twitched and squirmed whilst under the mercy of the grinning man.

For a moment, he stopped his groping and stepped back.

“Alright, give it to him.” He said, clapping his hands twice.

Just then, the spot of the ceiling directly above the body began to twist and morph as if it were slime. It only did so for a few seconds until something familiar emerged from it. A hint of recognition passed through Jason’s eyes as he watched it cleanly plunge onto the stump of his headless body. He glanced between the man that brought him here, and the head. They shared the same dark hair, dark eyes, stubble, thick eyebrows, styled hair, and mismatching skin tones on their necks… Suddenly, everything made sense to him.

The newly attached head slowly opened its eyes and looked around. Its lips curled into a smirk when its eyes fell upon Jason’s bodiless form. 

“Finally…”

Its right arm rose up and bent into a flex, while its other hand made its way down to its bulging jock, firmly squeezing it.

“Mmmm… Fuuuuck…” It moaned as it began to peel away its jockstrap to free his throbbing member.

As it controlled Jason’s limbs to feel its stolen muscles up, the other man approached his body from behind, pressing his tented pants against his bubble butt. The two of them lustfully grinned at each other before pressing their lips together. Their tongues twisted into each other whilst their warm bodies grazed on one another. The head began to stroke his hardened length and the man hungrily rubbed his cock against his ass, the both of them desperate for a release. The man then pulled away and repositioned himself in front of the body. He kneeled down and quickly took its length deep into his throat. Wet squelches of his mouth echoed throughout the room as he relentlessly thrusted his head back and forth.

The body thief reeled its head back and grunted in pleasure. It thrusted forward, grasping the man’s head as he erupted, warm drops of white leaking out from the corners of the man’s mouth.

And throughout all of this, Jason could only watch as a bystander- hindered by his bodiless form. 

“...It’s… cold…” he finally said. His eyelids became heavy as he drifted off to a deep slumber. The ceiling shifts again, twisting and turning. This time, thick tendrils emerge from it, reaching down onto Jason’s head and encircling it. As if accepting an offering, it pulled his head into itself.

“Do you think he’ll mind a little makeover?” The man nonchalantly asked the head as he looked at the ceiling.

“Well, who would mind looking like me… or rather, us?” The head replied with a laugh.

The man smiled “Hm, no one of course- but we’ll need to find a body for him.”

“Right right… But why don’t we have a bit more fun before that..?”

Two kneeling men dressed in black glossy rubber, their eyes fixed on the center of the room, their minds lost in the rhythm of their mantras. "I am a good obedient rubber man. My body is for rubber. I crave to be in rubber." The words whispered through their lips, but echoed in their minds, driving them deeper into the trance. Their cocks, encased in tight rubber sheaths, throbbed in time with their hearts, straining against the confines of their bondage.

The room was dimly lit, casting an eerie glow over the array of shiny rubber toys scattered about: hoods, gloves, boots, suits, even a massive horse harness with an enormous rubber phallus. The air was thick with the scent of rubber and sweat, and the low bass of the hypnotic music vibrated through their bodies, adding to the sensory overload.

The two men, Mark and Tom, had been coming to this underground club for years, drawn by a desire they could never fully satisfy in the outside world. They longed to lose themselves in the world of rubber, to become nothing more than obedient playthings for their Master's amusement. And in this place, they found a kind of freedom, however temporary.

As they continued to chant their mantras, their arousal grew, the words becoming almost painful to speak as their cocks twitched and ached for release. They could feel their skin tingling, the boundaries between their bodies and the rubber blurring, as if they were becoming one with the inanimate objects that surrounded them. They knew that soon, their Master would choose one of them to be his plaything for the night, and they would willingly surrender their bodies to his desires.

After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.

After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.

After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.

He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.

I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.

It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.

Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.

Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.

Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.

In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.

A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.

He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.

He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.

He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…

I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….

I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.

I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.

Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.

The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…

After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.

He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.

Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.

Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.

I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.

The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …

At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.

The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.

At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.

He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.

Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.

Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …

Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.

He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.

I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.

He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?

I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?

I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.

We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.

A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.

He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…

Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.

We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.

I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.

We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.

He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.

He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?

After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.

What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.