KasRub

“Coz Bro, it’ll be fun”

His room-mate promised not to be a jerk to him if he just tried on this hockey uniform and let him take a photo of me in it. Strange request, but if it stopped him winging at me all of the time about his coursework, then I’d do it.

He then persisted I made it looked like I was actually playing hockey. I complied, hoping I didn’t slip over on the ice.

Then I started to feel fuzzy. Wasn’t too sure what happened but a helmet went over my head, and he smirked at me. And then the game started. I was playing for the team. My head just stuck on auto-pilot and we… won.

I said I’d thought about it. But never done anything.

He asked me if I wanted to try on some gear and see what it’s like. I could even go for a ride if I wanted.... Next thing I know I’m in a changing room stripping out of my clothes.. he’s passing me the suit and I pull it on..

I walk out of the changing room not noticing that he’s now in my clothes. The suit is tight on me.. it’s not the right size for me, it’s way too small.. as he passes me the cycle shoes and socks.. as I finish pulling them on he sneaks over and pulls the zip up on my back.. I feel my whole body contract.. the suit compresses me.. my body becomes lean.. my muscles powerful and built for the bike.. the pain as my body adjusts, becoming younger as my age drops to 20. I’m sitting there in pain and he just smiles and walks away.. leaving me to my new life as he takes mine..

AJ has been flaunting his body for the masses and ensuring he gets full publicity. His agent has found himself in dire straits recently with money worries and therefore put AJ forward for ‘I’m a celebrity’. 

AJ’s talents soon came to fruition on his one task…..using that darting tongue of his to release those stars whilst being attacked by little critters. AJ spoke in a high-pitched tone of how he was thinking of his girlfriend whilst flicking his tongue all over the star……it could only be left to our imaginations why he was thinking of his girlfriend whilst flicking his tongue!

His agent got a call from an Arab client who had taken a keen interest in AJ due to his performances these last couple of weeks. A transaction of cash soon found it’s way in the agents account and AJ was duly picked up by a limo under the belief he was going back to his girlfriend. As the car sped down the road, a glass partition raised and a hiss of gas was heard. Poor AJ coughed and gagged, clawing at the door handles to try and get out, it was no use, for AJ soon succumbed to the potent gas.

The next day, I saw him wearing the green shorts with a blank look on his face. “You okay?” I asked.

“All systems normal,” he said robotically.

“Were you going to the gym?” I asked.

He turned to look at me. “Unnecessary,” he said. “Initiate football team installation.”

As I watched, his body suddenly bulked and swelled with muscle, his arms and chest inflating like balloons before my eyes. He grew several inches as his body bulked, becoming a towering hunk.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, realizing the nanobots were in his system.

“Program complete,” he said. “Begin user review.”

He lifted his shirt so I could see his perfectly lean, sculpted body.

“Uh, looks good,” I said, trying to remember any of the verbal commands the nanobots had been programmed with.

“Initiating propagation,” he said, stepping toward me.

“Oh shit no!” I said, backing up. But I was too late. In two strides, he had me backed up against the wall, his arms pinning me as he leaned in for a kiss. I struggled, but he held my head in place as his tongue entered my mouth. It felt warm, tingly, and I could feel his saliva in my throat. I was infected.

“Fuck, I gotta disable these things,” I said, feeling the prickle of the nanobots entering my blood stream.

“Access denied,” said my roommate. “Initiate mascot installation.”

Mascot? Oh fuck. Instead of becoming a jock, I was about to be transformed into the school mascot. Just my luck that our mascot was a donkey.

“Dude, snap out of it!” I said, as I felt my body tingle with the tiny nanobots. “You gotta let meeeeeHAW go!”

“Access denied,” he said, pulling off my shirt. My chest was already darkening with brown fur.

“HAW!” I brayed. Fuck, I couldn’t stop. “HEE AWW! Fuck, man, you gotta get meeeeHAW to the lab!”

“Access denied,” he said, ripping off my pants. A tail swished over my ass – MY tail.

“HAWWW!” I brayed. “HAWWW!” I was in a panic. But why? What was going on? Didn’t we have a game coming up? I just needed to get out there and entertain the crowd. And also spread these nanobots. Yeah, that’s my job. Hawwwww.

Il admire son travail. Au début, il voulait seulement te faire essayer une combinaison. C'est quand tu as entendu le "click" du cadenas que tu as compris que quelque chose n'allait pas.

"Maintenant je décide quand tu peux l'enlever. J'ai autre chose pour toi"

C'est alors qui te montre un gag avec une queue en latex. Tu as à peine le temps de lui demander ce que c'est qui te l'enfonce dans la bouche et attache la sangle derrière ta tête. Tu entends un deuxième "click" alors que Jay sécurise le gag avec un autre cadenas. Tu as comme reflex d'essayer de te l'enlever, mais Jay, étant plus musclé, prend tes mains et les attaches derrière ton dos. Ton nouvel ami ne t'appelle plus par ton nom

"Bon garçon. Tu dois écouter ton maître maintenant. À partir de maintenant, tu vas être mon jouet. Tu vas toujours être pris dans des combinaisons, tjr être attaché et tu vas tjr devoir m'écouter. Écarte tes jambes."

C'est alors que Jay passe sa main sur ton entre - jambe. Un frisson traverse ton corps. "Tu aimes ça hein? Tu vas seulement juter quand je vais en décider et selon mes conditions. Je vais te faire gémir de plaisir mon garçon". Jay prend du recul pour observer son nouvelle esclave. Tu remarque que sa queue devient dure derrière sa combinaison.

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