Pup Argon

Breathtaking

Sweet

...but it wasn't your birthday

"We're celebrating one year since cucky last made their little stickies, isn't that fun?"

Daddy said to his friends, he spoke about you as though you weren't there.

"Ok now, Blow it out sweetie."

You sheepishly blew out the candle, you feared the consequences of not obeying his instructions, but also hoped he'd reward you for complying.

"Well, that's that, now Let's see if they can do two!"

You groaned, you wanted to burst into tears.

Ventured out today to do some litter picking for the first time in a while. Been a bit anxious so this was the perfect way to destress.

The road I cleaned was down a business estate, so there wasn’t much footfall on a weekend. But there were still a lot of cars speeding through.

One guy in an Amazon trailer was sat watching me the whole time, and I didn’t realise until I drove past him later.

But dressed in full hi viz, walking up and down with a litter picker and a hoop, nobody would have thought I looked out of place.

I cleared four bags before it started to last down with rain. I stayed out a bit longer after putting on my hi viz rain jacket from the boot of my car, but decided to call it a day after a couple of hours.

Somehow i’d managed to fall into a deep sleep after He’d secured me for the night. Exhausted from the hours of torture and abuse, my body and mind had collapsed. The rude awakening as my head was yanked back, the words shouted in my ear…”Wakey wakey slave, look what i’ve got for you today” 

it took a moment to register, to work out, but as soon as i understood i couldn’t hide the shock and horror from my face. i started struggling and begging through the gag. All ignored as He unlocked me and dragged me over to the box. 

Today was the day He’d promised to release me from my position shackled by the face to the cold, stone floor. i should have realised things could always get worse. He made short work of replacing the head harness with a full hood, small holes for my nostrils the only gap, totally encased before i would be totally enclosed. 

Held rigid, no wriggle room, secured, my knees bearing the brunt of the pain…for now. i sensed the addition of the lid, the slight shaking and rattling the sign that it was being screwed into place….imprisoned, isolated, invisible. then the bone jangling thump as it was pushed over.

Oh boy! Little faggot is looking fantastic in his new suit! You better get used to wearing thick rubber and being chained 24/7. I’ll make sure you will forget your past pretty quickly and adjust to your new life in no time.

The leather muzzle will be only removed when your master needs quick relief or it’s feeding time. Your food will be placed on a bowl and you’ll be eating it like a dog on the floor.

As you lie there in your crib, swaddled in ridiculous pink baby clothes, a huge double diaper covered in plastic pants, with your little cuck peepee locked in a tight chastity cage, all you can think about is the other man in the same predicament.

Your boyfriend’s moans mingle with the sound of the mobile spinning above your head, but you can also hear your fellow cuck start to whimper and whine behind his huge pacifier gag. His pathetic noises make your little dinky strain in its cage.

Soon you are moaning too, humping the air, in a futile attempt to feel anything in your nether regions. You hear rustling in the other crib and know that he is humping the air as well. You look over into his crib and you catch his eye as he stares back at you.

You’re almost never removed from the breeding racks. Your once shiny rubber catsuit is now covered in grime and fluids, growing dirtier after every successive visitor to your booth.

Even underneath the stains, your gear is still very specialised: the suit that you were long ago stuffed into is incredibly thick and you can hardly feel anything through it. What’s more, handles are affixed strategically on your back atop your shoulder blades as well as on your hips; both locations provide a highly suitable location for any cruel owner, bash stallion, or even a mare with one of the many strap-ons to get a good grip while thrusting into you.

Further up your gear, your hood is of a very strange design: unlike the usual equine masks on the elegant ponygirls around the ranch, this one is modelled more after a gas mask. Twin corrugated hoses exit from two fittings on the front, leading down to a rebreather bag that swings loose below you, ready to be crushed or played with by any prospective partner. Further up the mask, tinted lenses leave you in perpetual darkness. However, the main feature of the mask is the large pink flesh-light that resides where the mouth should be. This ensures your kept nice and quiet at all times, while maintaining a nice tight hole for anyone who decides to make use of the front hole.

The back hole has had a similar treatment, for the first few months an inflatable plug was used to keep you filled and stop you from leaking between uses. However, after too many large cocks (and larger dildos), your arse hole became too stretched to be of an use to anyone, so a trainer came round one day and stuck a flesh-light up there. The ejaculations of countless visitors to your booth now run down you thighs, highlighted boldly against your black latex. Now you don’t even get the slight pleasure of being fucked, just the shame and filling sensation of such a large object taking permanent residence in your behind.

Undoubtedly however, your least favourite piece of tack is on your front, the only piece of exposed skin: your tight metal chastity cage. You’ve been in chastity for a long time at this ranch, but becoming a breeding mare meant saying goodbye to your package forever. On the first day, your trainer came to your booth with a small tube of superglue, and insured you would not be distracted from your duties again. Then of course, he inaugurated both your holes, the first of many to use you.

You feel the hard metal frame of the breeding rack underneath your knees and elbows, it is locked firmly to the leather harness that crisscrosses your bound body, holding your head and arse up and ready for use, while ensuring your compliance at all times.

Waking from your sleep-like stupor, you hear the distinctive clopping of the lead stallion’s hoof boots coming towards the barn, an incredibly talented racer and just as well endowed between the thighs. You brace your holes for the post-race party that is sure to begin, centring on your booth.

I nervously stepped out of the locker room wearing the new PPE uniform I’d been issued.  The thick rubber creaked with every step as I walked across the warehouse to join the rest of the team.  

The boss had explained that head office had sent a medium sized sample of the new PPE chemical protective uniform with boots to try and, since I was the rookie in the team and the only one who would fit in a size medium, I had to test it out for the day and give feedback on what it was like to wear.  He’d handed me a holdall and told me to go and get changed.  

I’d sat on the bench in the locker room and reached into the bag… my hand touched the thick cold rubber… my cock had grown hard inside my own grubby hi vis PPE.  My face had reddened as I realised the entire new PPE was made out of hi vis rubber with rubber boots. I felt so humiliated… It made me feel awesome.  There was an explanation in the bag that  one shouldn’t wear anything underneath, as other clothes would quickly suck themselves full of sweat.

Now I stood there, already starting to sweat, with the rest of the team looking at me.

“Seriously? we’re supposed to wear that?” said our team leader.

The boss nodded.

“But he looks a prick!  We’ll all look like pricks!”

Again, my face was burning with glorious humiliation. 

“Look guys,” said the boss, “I don’t make the rules.  We just follow them.”

“I’m not wearing it.”

“You won’t have a choice… it’s in your contract that you must wear all PPE that we issue to you.”

The team leader sucked his teeth and climbed into the van.  As I climbed into the cab, I could feel my slimy cock sliding around inside the trousers in the slick of pre-cum.

When we arrived at site , my rubber prison felt like a sauna. The team leader gave me the most physically demanding tasks and regularly checked whether my workload was high enough. He made my day a real nightmare. Until lunch, my feet feels swimming in the rubber boots. But my sliding cock likes all

I had to report directly to the boss when we returned at the end of the afternoon.  I stepped into his office sweat running beneath the thick rubber.   Throughout the day, the sweat and precum had run down my leg and started to fill my boots 

“How’s it been?” asked the boss.

I caught a brief smirk… he couldn’t keep a straight face and began to laugh, I realised this had been a practical joke.  My face reddened again and I felt my cock grow with the humiliation.   The humiliation intensified as I realised the boss had seen the outline of my erect cock was unmistakable in the thick hi-vis rubber trousers.  He raised an eyebrow.

“I guess the joke’s on us then… It looks like you’ve enjoyed wearing the kit.”

I couldn’t deny it… sheepishly, I shrugged.

“Want to wear it for longer?” he said, grinning.

A grin spread across my face.  I nodded.

“Go back down to the warehouse and help the guys unload the van.  The guys are expecting me to come down and tell you it’s a practical joke in front of them.  I’ve got a different plan.”

After about 20 minutes the boss joined us.  The guys all stopped what they were doing and stood around watching my face.

“Thanks for testing out the kit.  Your feedback has been helpful.”

Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting to see my reaction when the boss said it was all a joke.

“I’ve just been on the phone to head office.  They want you to carry on wearing the kit for the next month. OK?”

“Yeah I guess.”  My cock was rock hard.

Boy was horrified with his new appearance. Previous evening he had met this handsome man and went to his apartment for the night. When he woke up in the morning something had gone terribly wrong.

The man had made sure that his whole body was covered in rubber and he couldn’t escape with his arms pushed and locked inside a black long waders. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t release himself from the thick rubber prison and leather muzzle covering his face blocked him from shouting help.

“This will be your new life from now on. You will call me master and obey my every command. You can choose if you want this to go the easy way or if you prefer to resist and face the consequences. Your body will be covered in rubber indefinitely and your purpose is to serve and be your master’s property.