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Truth or Dare

Control Report 7-Sept

Subject Christopher admitted the evening of 03-Sept, received TEP (top enhancement and programming) stage 1, and released in the morning of 07-Sept. Taking advantage of the Labor Day holiday, no work or family alibi needed. Penis size increased from 6.125” to 7.375” with projected 7.675” by next week when healing is complete.

Arousal hormone production should be level 2.5, to be validated with bloodwork next visit.

Modeling predicts 68% probability subject will return to us for stage 2.

Control Report 10-Sept

Subject Christopher has gone out and had sex every night. Once with an existing acquaintance and twice picking up guys at the bar.

Subject has written two journal entries to date, expressing excitement and enthusiasm with his enhanced sex life. Based on his entry, hormone production is likely 2.5 or maybe higher.

Personality modeling predicts only 36% chance that he will keep writing in the journal; it’s well outside his normal patterns. If he comes back for stage 2, we’ll want to reinforce the behavior so we can keep monitoring him. If resources permit, we might want to install surveillance in his home anyway.

He hasn’t mentioned his roommate, Dexter, yet, but models suggest we should wait at least a week before drawing conclusions. There’s still a good likelihood he will carry out the suggestion we planted.

Dexter: Sunday, September 12

I don’t know what to make of this. The story is too fantastic to believe, but on the other hand, Chris isn’t the kind of guy who spins outlandish fantasies. We’ve been roommates for almost a year, and although we’re not super-tight, I think I know him well enough.

I’m feeling pretty buzzed. I should probably stop drinking that beer in my hand. I’m starting to feel those two tequila shots really kick in. There’s a tingling sensation all over my skin. It feels nice. It’s a little hard to concentrate, but otherwise we wouldn’t be lounging here, having this conversation. I’m wearing sweats; Chris is in these little gym shorts. I’m really turned on right now, but hopefully it’s not showing. It probably accounts for part of this tingling feeling.

I had asked him what changed this week. He seemed a completely different person: he was going out every night, usually getting back in the morning. His energy was really high. He seemed really confident and enthusiastic. He was going to the gym religiously every afternoon. I essentially asked him if he was either using drug or had found a boyfriend.

Neither, he told me. And then he told me about the procedure. Trever had hold him about it: an underground, unofficial surgery that could add and inch and a half or two to your penis. Apparently, Trever had done it himself, twice. Even I had heard rumors lately of him having a gigantic cock.

“He showed it to me,” Chris said, “It was massive. He told me his sex life—and his sex drive—had immediately kicked into overdrive. An honestly, my dick was a decent standard six inches, but I had always wished it were bigger—hoped that there’d be a last puberty growth-spurt. Anyway, the process takes about 80 hours and the Labor Day weekend was coming up, and I just decided on a lark to try it.”

He had told me he was driving to Houston to see his family. He left Friday afternoon and had shown back up Tuesday morning, so I didn’t suspect anything.

“Anyway, it turns out Trever wasn’t lying. In fact, I think he was under-selling the whole thing. Not only am I a solid seven and a half inches, but they’ve done something to heighten the sensation. Imagine the first time you had sex and then amplify that by about 3X! I’ve always loved fucking, but I can’t tell you how incredible it feels now!”

I had asked him about the procedure, and he said he didn’t remember a lot of it. They had him on some pretty powerful drugs through the process. He also admitted that there was some secrecy to the whole thing, especially since it’s an underground non-FDA-aware sort of thing. He had been blindfolded before being taken to get the procedure.

So here we are. It’s all too much to believe on a whole bunch of levels. Am I coming across as skeptical? I think we’ve been drinking enough to mask that.

“That must have been a bit leap of faith.” I say, “Doing some experimental procedure like that, and on your junk as well. Were you worried about side-effects or something going wrong or anything like that?”

He looks at me a little funny, but says frankly, “The only side-effect is that I’m always horny.” His shorts are sporting a bit of a bulge, that I’d noticed had been growing over the last few minutes. He briefly grabs and shifts it and smiles. My own crotch is beginning to shift around, but I just sit still and hope he doesn’t notice.

“No,” he continues, “It wasn’t an easy decision, but Trever really convinced me to give it a try. If it weren’t for him, I totally wouldn’t have tried it.”

“Can I ask you what it cost?” I ask.

“Truth or dare.” Chris says suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Quid pro quo: I’ll keep answering your questions, but I want to have some fun. Truth or dare. You first, and then you can keep asking me more questions.” He has that puckish look in his eyes that always makes my heart skip a beat. “C’mon, truth or dare,” he repeats.

“Uh, truth.”

“Does this all bother you? I mean that I would do something like this. When you asked if I was on drugs, was that joking, or does it make you feel uncomfortable?”

Wow. That’s frank. “No…” I stammer, “Not… not at all. I’m not a square and all that.” I wince at my clumsy wording. “Look, I’ve got a kinky side too. I just… don’t… I wouldn’t judge at all. In fact, I think it’s a turn-on that you’re that daring.” I wince again. “I mean, it’s sexy.”

“Really?” he lights up suddenly, “You’ve got a kinky side? Tell me more.”

“Um…” I get really awkward. Shit! Why did I say that? I can feel my face get flushed. “I… um… I think I answered your original question.” I dodge.

“Okay, that’s fair. My turn. Go ahead and ask ‘truth or dare’.” he urges.

What would I ask if he says “dare”? Part of me knows the obvious answer to that, but I’m not comfortable going there. I don’t have any choice, though. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He smiles. We both know he just let me off the hook. He knows I’m getting uncomfortable.

Anyway, that’s easy. I go back to my original question: “The procedure. How did you afford it?”

It’s his turn to look a little uncomfortable. “Well, it was actually free.” He sees that I’m incredulous. “Trever joking told me ‘the first one’s always free.’ You can actually have it done a few times if you want. Each time adds another inch and a half or so, and the other stuff apparently gets enhanced, the heightened sensation and the horniness. Trever’s had it done twice. He said they asked him for a few favors before he got the second one.”

“What kind of favors?”

“He didn’t tell me. But he said they were things he was happy to do anyway.”

“How many times can you have this done?” I ask.

Chris winks,”That’s been about three questions. You’re going to owe me.” He winks, then says, “Apparently four. But Trever said he hasn’t heard of anyone doing it more than three times.” He knows I want to ask why. He smiles and then volunteers, “It’s because after the third time, you get so perpetually horny that you can’t take any more. Okay, it’s well past your turn. Truth or dare?”

My stomach turns a little. “Truth.”

He smiles. “Dexter, I’m curious about this kinky side of yours. But I think this will make it easier for you. Instead of telling me what you’re into, just tell me a story from your past about your first experience or first memory that had sparked a kinky interest in you. Something personal.”

That throws me, but he’s right: it’s a lot less awkward than asking what sorts of porn I like to look at. Just one simple thing. I know immediately the story. It’s a little embarrassing, but not too bad.

I tell him about being a sophomore in High School. About the ‘head bangers’ who would congregate in the park across the street from the school, under the gazebo, listening to their hard rock and smoking cigarettes, with their long haircuts and rebellious clothing. I tell him about the time that I see the guy in the hallway who’s wearing these moccasins—the soft suede, brown, knee-high boots that laced up on the side. He was just walking down the hallway, but there was something about those boots—both rebellious and sensual and daring all at the same time.

I mention the indescribable feeling that came over me, the consuming desire to just watch him, the power it had over me, the strange alien urgency that I didn’t understand. I would always have an eye peeled in case I came across him. Most of the days I wouldn’t see him, or was disappointed by him just wearing sneakers, but that handful of days, it caused this indescribable excitement in me.

“Did you get a pair?” he asks.

“Of course,” I reply, “And there was some naughty thrill, but it wasn’t the same. I was intoxicated by the power he had over me when he was wearing them. There was one other guy in band that had a pair and wore them twice in school. I haven’t seen anyone else wear them since.” I don’t mention the one gay porn movie I’d seen play in a bar once with two twinks making out, both naked but in those same moccasins, and the amount of time futilely trying to search the Internet for that video. “Anyway, that’s it. I mean, I’m not all obsessed with moccasins these days, but you asked for the first time.”

“Thanks.” He says. I hope he doesn’t press me for more current interests. “Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” I ask.

“Dare.” Chris says.

I immediate tense up. I was so caught up in our conversation that I forgot there was a potential ‘dare’ component. I shouldn’t be freaking out—after all, it’s he who has asked for a dare. But if I ask for something lame… it just exposes my shyness, my lameness.

“Come on, Dex, it can’t be that tough.” He encourages, “You could make me wear those moccasins, for example.”

“Oh, I don’t have them anymore. That was a long time ago.”

“Well, I can think of one obvious thing.” he rubs his groin. Yeah, I know. The elephant in the room.

“Okay, your dare is to take a selfie of yourself… using my phone.”

Of course he’s been wanting to show off his newly enlarged cock, especially after this whole conversation.

He accepts happily. I retrieve my phone from my room, hoping my own stiffy in my sweats isn’t too conspicuous. I unlock it and hand it to him. I’ve never seen his dick before. As he pulls off his shorts it springs out and bobs a couple times before pointing straight up and out. I can’t keep from staring. Hell, he wants me to stare, so I just let myself indulge. It is a nice cock, symmetrical and definitely larger than normal. He gets in this pose where he’s sitting, knees pulled up and out. He’s staring in to the camera with a sexy, if not a bit dramatic, pout.

He hands me my phone and has me take a second picture where his legs are spread out, both hands pulled back behind his head, his face continuing to seduce the camera.

I show him the two pictures. “Yeah,” he says, “Those are cool. Can you send me a copy?” And then after I SMS them to him, he says, “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare.”

I’m wary of unveiling anymore secrets. The moccasins thing was kind of personal, so I say “Dare, I guess.”

Chris looks at me for a second. “I’ll be nice and give you a choice, in case you’re uncomfortable. Option number one: I showed you mine, now you show me yours. You let me take a picture of you naked. Option number two…” he pours tequila into the glass jigger up to the double line, “you drink this.”

I’m way too nervous to strip in front of him. I quickly down the double-shot of tequila. I know this is going to be trouble. I’ve been struggling to keep my words from slurring as it is. I get myself a glass of water. How long can I keep this up?

“Okay, truth or dare?” I ask.

“Truth.”

“You’re thinking of getting the second procedure, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? A nine inch cock? Who wouldn’t want that? I know the procedure actually works. Travis has done it twice without problems.”

“That you know of.” I interject.

“That I know of, yes. But dude, this has always been a fantasy of mine, and I’m given the real chance to make it a reality. I’ve been happier this last week than I think I’ve been every in my life. And I’m going to ask you one last truth.”

My head is starting to spin. I’m going to have to lie down soon. “What?” I say dully.

“Does it turn you on? The idea of my going and getting a nine inch cock and becoming even more of a sex stud. Whether it’s smart or not, is that a turn-on to you?” He asks.

I pause, but I know the answer. He really shouldn’t do this. It’s completely irresponsible and risky. But that’s not what he asked. “Yes.” I say. Yes, I would love to see him how off a nine inch cock, to see him so exuberant and sexy.

Fuck, that shot is hitting me fast. I lie down on my side on the couch.

“Then that’s the deciding vote.” he says.

Christopher’s Journal: Sunday, Sept 12 (entry 4)

What an interesting night! Dexter and I have always had this boundary. I knew he was into me, but he’s so fucking buttoned up, and I know he’s always thought that if we crossed the line it would ruin the whole roommate relationship. I’ve respected that, but I guess it also wore on me, the constant awkwardness.

But after a couple of drinks, me lounging around shirtless, him allowing himself to do the same. I thought we might actually fool around, but I’m not disappointed. On the contrary, my curiosity was piqued. It turns out he has a kinky side.

I got him to tell me a story from his past where he was drawn to this head-banger guy in school who wore moccasins. He went into depth about the weird fascination it had awakened in him, and about how there was this intoxicating power the guy had over him.

I’ve got to be honest, I think it would be hot to be on the other side of the equation—strutting around in something that I knew was making him feel that way and just enjoying the sexual tension it caused.

After he passed out, I’m don’t know what compelled me to look through his phone. I just held it up to his face to unlock it and that was it—no turning back! He had some Pinterest board mostly with pics of boots. There were two of guys wearing those Indian moccasins, so he’s not over that. It’s obvious to me that he has another similar fetish. There were more pictures of these things I guess the call jaki-tabi or “tabi boots” that are those cloth split-toes shoes that you see in pictures of ninjas. And there were similar split-toed boots made of neoprene that apparently surfers sometimes wear. Poor Dexter—this is obscure enough that I doubt he’s going to find it in any gay porn out there.

More interesting than the Pinterest was his Tumblr. Now that was revealing!

He actually had four different Tumblr blogs. From what I can tell, the main one (elliotpike) was where he just posted pictures of hot guys. You could tell he’s into leather, guys on motorcycles, guys with muscles, and a few shots of guys with really big cocks!

It’s nothing too out of this world, but then the other Tumblrs got weird. There was “mindcontrolfetish” where he showed pictures of spirals and guys getting hypnotized, and “gayboundservice” that showed mostly young cute guys in muzzles and wearing bondage gear and being tied up. And finally there was “extremegaybondage” where he was looking at some pretty intense stuff including a bunch of intense rubber stuff.

I also have to confess that I just dug through his room. I couldn’t find any porn or toys, but it turns out he lied to me. He told me he didn’t have a pair of moccasins anymore, but I found them. Pity, they’re a couple sizes too small for me.

He’s still out cold on the couch. I’m going to help get him into bed and make sure he drinks some water.

Control Report 12-Sept

Subject Christopher has logged important information about Dexter in his journal, mentioning a Pinterest account (no handle made, but we were able to find it) and four different Tumblr blogs (handles provided) and a first-hand account of a fetish experience. His skill at extracting the information was impressive and worth noting for future reference.

Our suspicions about Dexter are confirmed. We are assembling materials to help Christopher with the next phase and will continue to use Trever as his sole contact for now.

To further observe Christopher’s instincts, he should be told as little as possible for now. Also, Trever should include the hood. We’ve already got a team working on custom video rendering.

Christopher’s Journal: Wednesday, Sept 15 (entry 5)

Haven’t had time to write here lately, but I realize I might want to go back and remember the events as they’ve happened, so let’s do a recap.

Sunday night was the first night I didn’t end up going out. I wanted to make sure Chris was okay and then it just go too late before the bars closed. I figured it was probably good for me to take a night off, but I woke up a few times during the night horny as hell and with a raging hard-on. The next day getting through work was torture! Monday night I hit the bar with a vengeance and ended up going home with a couple that was up for a threesome.

So I didn’t run into Dexter until Tuesday afternoon when I got home from the gym. It seems like he only remembered parts of Sunday night. He remembers about my procedure and that I’m considering going back for the second round. (And he’s still worried about the risk and the ‘cost’. It’s touching that he cares, but also annoying.) He remembers that we played some Truth or Dare, and that it led to the photos on his phone (smile) but that’s about it.

Last (Tuesday) night I swung by Trever’s place. He knew about a sex party that was going to happen and suggested that we both join it. The party ended up being just ‘meh’ in my opinion—five guys who were mostly into doing a circle jerk. Trever and I made the most of it and each of us ended up peeling a guy off the group and having a quick fuck with them.

The more interesting thing was that when I showed up to pick up Trever, he had a bunch of clothes and gear that he thought I might like to borrow. There was a cool pair of black leather biker boots and some leather chaps, a harness, a couple arm straps… that sort of thing. There were also these loose-fitting black cloth pants that wrapped around the calves near the bottoms. Kind of punk-meets-ninja. Trever also had these soft leather knee-high boots that he said he’d found at a renaissance festival. They’re dark brown, almost black, and have these subtle button-buckles on the side. They reminded me of Dexter’s moccasins. Not exactly, but really similar. I think I could put together a look with these things.

Trever also had some more serious items. One is this complete hood: it covers your entire head with laces and buckles in the back to secure it. It’s got this built-in video visor and earphones, so I guess it’s like a cross between a bondage hood and those Oculus VR goggles. It’s pretty over-the-top. It even has this sort of mouth guard that you bite down on as you’re putting it on. It’s not my kind of thing, but again, it reminded me of some of the stuff on Dexter’s more intense Tumblr. I got some other standard bondage restraints as well. He just loaded up the trunk of my car.

I’ve got some ideas for this stuff. I just got it hauled up to my room this morning. Got to get to work.

Dexter: Friday, September 17

I don’t know what to make of Chris.

We had that strange “Truth and Dare” night on Sunday. I can’t remember some of it. I got pretty fucking wasted. But I do remember that heightened sensation, lounging around with him, shirtless, being a least a little more uninhibited than normal. Whatever I told him, it didn’t scare him off. And then there are those two photos I’ve now got of him. I try not to look at them too often, but they are pretty hot. And there’s of course that story about that procedure and his cock. I’m beginning to doubt it. It’s just too crazy to be real, and I’d never seen his dick before, so I’d just have to take his word that he’d gotten it enlarged.

I haven’t been able to talk to him much, either. He’s been either going to the bars or out somewhere with Trever. His sex life has him energized as ever, which also means I don’t see much of him. Instead, there’s this stash of stuff in his room. That I can’t help looking at time and again. He leaves his door wide open and isn’t one to put things away, so the harness and the boots and the straps and all that just seem to stare back at me.

He hasn’t shown much interest in any of it. He says Trever just gave him this collection of random things. Wednesday night he went out to a bar dressed in these biker boots and chaps and a leather strap around his bicep. He looked pretty hot in that outfit. I wonder which bar he wore that to.

There’s a really serious-looking thing he calls the “bondage VR hood”. He says you’re supposed to put it on and watch this feed of porn through the visor. If you let yourself get strapped in, then after about an hour you start getting this intense out-of-body experience. It’s made of black leather with laces that tighten along the back of your head, like a bondage hood. I’ve gone into his room a few times to look at it. I can’t help myself. There’s a sort of mouthpiece that goes in your mouth and these nibs that go into your nostrils. I’ve tried to imagine what it would feel like to sit with that on, force-fed porn.

For the past two days, Chris has been sporting a new look. It’s a little crazy—he keeps trying new things all the time. I don’t know if he’s a chameleon or a schizo! This last look is interesting. He’s got these black cloth pants that are baggy at the waist with a few random buckles, and then they sort of wrap to the knee and then are tucked into these big soft leather boots. He wears these with a dark grey, torn, sleeveless tank top. There’s a soft, sensual, tactile look about him that makes me just want to reach out and… I don’t know… touch him.

It’s hot.

In fact, I find myself a bit tongue-tied whenever I’m in his presence. It’s embarrassing and awkward, but it gives me that tingly feel all over, where your heart starts beating faster. a couple hours ago I was watching TV, and he joined me for a few minutes. He was sitting on the chair, resting one of his boots on the sofa cushion right next to me, casually watching the TV. Time seemed to almost stand still. My heart was racing, but I was trying to just act casual. He went out eventually to go meet up with Trever.

As simple as it was, I can’t get those few minutes out of my head. I head to my room to go to sleep and pass by his door. The light’s not on, but I can see all that gear lying there in the shadows. God, I’m feeling horny!

Christopher’s Journal: Saturday, Sept 18 (entry 6)

I can tell that Dexter is perplexed by me this week. I’ve intentionally played it cool, pulling back from the intimate roommate thing last Sunday. But now instead of being a little annoyed by his being turned on by me, I’m really enjoying it. It’s like a game. (I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person.)

When I got that stash from Trever, I knew exactly what to do. I wore the obvious black leather stuff out one night. The outfit is a bit cliché but classic, and it was a hit when I went out to the Iron Bear later.

Then I switched to what I like to call my “renaissance punk” look with those soft knee-high boots. I wanted to look very loungy and cat-like. Almost but not quite goth. The torn sleeveless tee adds the perfect sporty-but-causal element. And I’ll admit, it took a little getting used to, but those boots are really comfortable.

I can totally see the impact on Dexter when I’m around. I pretend not to notice, or I position myself so he can stare at me without my seeing. There was this time I sat next to him while he was watching TV, and I set my boot right next to him. I thought we was going to explode. I’m certain he’s reliving that experience he had told me about at school, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t remember telling me about it. Otherwise it would have been just too obvious.

I’ve also been intentionally leaving Trever’s stash of gear out in the open in my room where Dexter can see it. I’ve set up a security app on my laptop that records things on the camera when I’m not around. I’ve got a view of the room and the doorway, and I see all the times he passed the doorway, stops and looks inside. Three times he’s actually come into the room and looked specifically at the hood, picking it up once. He’s clearly intrigued.

So today I took it to the next level.

We were sharing a pizza for dinner, and I told him I’d had this really intense sexual experience that I wanted to share with someone. I said I’d feel weird talking about it to Trever. That tugged on his sympathetic side, so of course he told me to go ahead.

I told him I wanted to have him try something—that it would be like a visual aide. It would help him understand the experience. It was clearly weird, but he agreed.

I had him take off his shirt and then fold his arms together so that each hand grabbed the opposite elbow. Then I took a roll of simple plastic cling-wrap from the kitchen drawer and started wrapping his forearms together. I kept wrapping, layer after layer. He was going to protest, but I told him to trust me.

I got his forearms mummified together, and then I told him to think about that sensation—how remarkably strong simple plastic-wrap could be, how helpless his arms were with such a simple trick.

Then I told him about hooking up with this guy. I described the guy having this same sort of plastic wrap, except it was black instead of clear, and the roll was wider. I described the guy having me get naked and then wrapping my whole body up like a mummy. At first I was standing next to a bed, but eventually he pushed me onto the bed and kept wrapping each end up more, until the only thing exposed was my mouth and nose and my cock.

In my story, the guy explained to me that I wasn’t allowed to say anything—that talking would just spoil the effect, so I had to be quiet and trust him, and if I didn’t, he would put a gag in my mouth.

After I was completely immobilized, he spend a couple hours edging me, occasionally pumping my cock, sometimes leaving it along, sometimes just blowing air across it lightly. Since my eyes were covered, I never knew what was coming next.

Finally the guy mounted me—he just jumped on top of my mummified body and lowered has ass over my prone cock and started riding like a maniac. I had no control. I was helpless as he drew this huge orgasm out of me.

I told Derek it was one of the most intense experienced I’d ever had, but that it was really weird and that I’d never done anything so kinky.

Of course, the story was made up, but just having him standing there, listening to me with his arms bound together. I made sure to occasionally walk around so he could look at my boots. It was so much fun to see him just stewing in his own hormones!

I cut the plastic wrap carefully with a box cutter and freed him, and asked what he thought about the whole thing. He was at a loss for words, and just stammered something about how it sounded like a really hot experience. Then on an impulse I leaned over and kissed him hard. Just for a couple of seconds. It caught him off guard, and before he could react I ended it. I grabbed a slice of pizza and said I had to get ready to go out.

This has got me so fucking horny. I wish that account of mine hadn’t just been a story. (Maybe Dexter’s fetishes are rubbing off on me?) I love how much of the time I’m aroused. It’s distracting and hard to focus at work, but I still love the feeling. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it would be like to have my dick enlarged even more. Dexter is right—I should be cautious, but it’s so tempting.

Hopefully I can find some good action tonight!

Control Report 21-Sept

Custom rendering work will be complete within two days. (Thursday) It’s time to offer Christopher phase two of the procedure and tell him what he will have to do. Psych modeling suggests he’ll be a little resistant, but if we remind him how Dexter will be living out his fantasy and that it will help get him finally “out of his shell”, there’s over 85% probability he’ll comply.

Dexter: Thursday, September 23

I’m really curious what Chris has in store this weekend. I was able to take the day off Friday as he asked—hell, I’ve got a lot of saved-up leave so it’s nice to have a good excuse to use it on. I even took Monday off as well, because hell, work’s at a bit of a lull. The next project won’t start for a month, so I’m just doing paperwork and ethic training and that sort of thing. I just got home from work and am really looking forward to not thinking about it for the next four days.

“Hey Dex, I need your opinion about something.” Chris calls from the kitchen.

He’s decked out in his cloth pants and boots—the outfit that always leaves me so tongue-tied—but shirtless. He hadn’t been wearing it for the last few days. I was afraid he’d decided he was tired of it. He holds a small glass out to me with something viscous and orange inside. I smell something fruity inside.

“I need your honest opinion on this. Thumbs up or down?”

By the smell, I’m pretty sure it’ll be a thumbs-down, but I don’t want to disappoint him. I drink the whole thing quickly so that I don’t gag.

“Gah!” I wince, trying not to seem too critical, “Apricot?”

“Guava,” he says, “with some extra ingredients.”

“Jaggermeister? Or maybe Red Bull?” I hate both.

“No, but something like it. Too much?”

“Sorry, maybe I’m not the best judge.”

“That’s okay.” he shrugs it off.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend?” I ask, “The suspense is killing me!”

“Why don’t you get out of your work clothes first? We’ll talk in the living room in ten minutes, okay?”

I agree and head to my room. I peel off that office-clone uniform and put on some shorts. I can’t find a clean tee, so I decide I’ll go shirtless too. I can feel my stomach gurgling from that drink. I didn’t taste alcohol in it, but I might be feeling a little buzz. I think about grabbing a beer after we talk, just to wash the taste out of my mouth.

I find Chris in the living room, holding a small cloth bag in his hands. He’s got that puckish expression on his face.

“I’ve got a bit of a game for you, a little bit in the spirit of Truth or Dare.”

Oh boy. Now what?

“Trust me, I’m really sure you’re going to like it. And you can stop things at any time if you don’t like it.”

“I don’t know…” I start.

“Come on. Trust me.” he smiles. But honestly there’s no way I could say no to him, especially when he’s wearing that outfit.

“Okay, what’s the game?”

“I call it ‘The Three Kinks.’”

My stomach turns, and that drink has me feeling a little funny.

“It has three parts.” he continues, “First, I’m going to have you try something on. It’s nothing too intense, but it does have a kink factor to it. On your honor, you have to tell me whether it turns you on or not. If it doesn’t, the game ends and you don’t have to do anything else.”

“And if I say yes?”

“If you say that yes, it is arousing, then I’ll present you with something else. And again, on your honor you have to tell me whether it turns you on. You have to promise to answer honestly, but even if you say yes, I’ll give you a chance to opt out and again the game will end.”

“Sounds safe enough.” I say.

“If you found the first two things a turn-on and decide not to opt-out, then we up the ante. I’ll just tell you what the third thing is, and again, you have to honestly tell me if that would turn you on. But this time if you admit that it would, you have to agree to try it.”

This sounds titillating and terrifying at the same time. There’s no way in the world I would agree to this, normally. But I always have such a hard time saying no to Chris, especially when he’s in that outfit, and especially now that he’s shirtless as well. I’m also feeling a little lightheaded and funny. It’s hard to describe, but I think I can summon up the courage… “Yeah, okay.” I hear myself saying.

His face lights up with a broad smile, “Okay, item number one. Put these on.” He lifts something out of the bag and hands it to me. I’d seen these in the pile of stuff in his room. They’re some kind of black rubber slippers. They are smooth, seamless, and featureless, except that the soles are slightly thicker than the rest, and each has a slit from the rim running partway down the inside of the ankle, both sides lined with half a dozen small grommets. There are also some thick, round ridges running along the edges.

I sit down and slip them on. The material is soft, but the rubber is pretty heavy-gage and firm. They fit surprisingly perfectly, going about three inches above my ankle. The feet are really snug, but the slits along the insides make the ankles loose.

“Here’s where the magic happens.” Chris says, and he kneels down, pulling two more things from his bag. He puts this thick ankle strap around my right foot. It matches the shoe in material, but thicker, maybe a quarter of an inch. It has a strange contraption with a pair of nylon cords that Scott patiently laces through the grommets and then tightens, wraps around some interior hooks, runs around the rims of the ankle, and finally snaps into a hidden catch on the inside. There’s a small slit next to the catch, and I marvel as he pulls out a tiny key, inserts it into the slit and turns.

He lets me marvel at the thing while he moves over to do the same to the left ankle. The whole slipper hugs my foot and ankle with absolute form-fitting snugness. Everything holding this together is completely hidden, revealing these perfectly seamless shoes with thick ankle straps. The only noticeable feature is a black metal ring on the outside of the ankle strap.

“How’d you learn to do that?” I ask.

“Believe me, it took hours of practice. Trever had to show me.” He says, “It’s even harder to figure out how to get them off… even if you have key.”

We stand up, and I walk around a bit. The intense hugging sensation of the shoes against my feet is very sensual, and I can just slightly feel the texture of the carpet through the soles.

“Okay,” he says, “Now you have to tell me the truth. You promised. Are they a turn-on?”

Of course they are. He could have just put regular ankle straps on me, and I would have had not to say yes. This reminds me of the pictures of guys I posted on one of my Tumblrs. “Yeah, I can’t lie: they’re really hot.”

He looks proud of himself. “Okay, before we get to the second kink, I’m going to do a freebie. This doesn’t count as part of the game, but I think you’ll like it. Put your hand out.”

Chris has me hold my palm up as he takes a can and sprays a big wad of soft material into it. “Now slowly make a fist.” He instructs. I close my fingers around the wad. I think it’s some kind of stiff foam, but it’s hard to be sure. While I’m doing that, Chris takes this spool of thin plastic and starts wrapping it around my hand. As some of the foam squeezes between my fingers, it gets caught in the plastic and flows around the outside of my fingers. He wraps it around and around until my hand is a tight ball.

“It’s really cold.” I say.

“That’s because it’s setting. It’ll warm up in a few minutes. Now give me your other hand.” I hold out my other hand and he does the same thing, cocooning my fist in foam and plastic.

Then he takes out what look like two really big rubber balloons. Just like the generic things we all inflated as kids, they consist of round featureless globes that taper into a thin neck, terminating in a reinforced ridge. I think there’s no way he could get my fist into one of the balloons—the opening is too small—but he cleverly puts the outside of the globe against my fist and inverts the rubber object around my fist, so the sleeves roll over and about four inches up my wrists. It’s still not easy to do: the material has some stretch to it, but it’s very thick and my wrists almost hurt as the sleeves unroll over them.

He finishes the other hand, and now I’ve got two featureless balls of rubber where my hands used to be. And then he gets out two wrist straps that match the ankles straps and attach in a similar way—minus the inner laces. These rubber wrist sleeves go perfectly under the straps, their ridges just poking out and anchoring on the other side, just like the ridges of the ankle straps. Each wrist strap has the same black metal ring protruding from the outside and the same hidden keyhole.

Chris locks them and drops the key into his bag with a wink.

“As I said, that was just a bonus.” he says. I can hardly hear him. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears. “But don’t worry, you’ve got two opportunities to end the game.”

I turn my wrists around, looking at my rubber fist mitts. “This is really elaborate.”

“Isn’t it?” he agrees. “I was sure you were going to dig this. Okay, ready for the second kink? Remember, the fists were just a bonus.”

I’m starting to feel anxious. My skin is tingling. The anticipation is killing me. “Okay, shoot. What do you want me to do?”

“You’ve already done it.” he says. He allows for a dramatic pause, and then, “That concoction you drank about twenty minutes ago—there were some strong drugs in the fruit juice. It probably started affecting you after just five minutes. And I’m pretty sure you’re starting to feel really tingly by now.”

“What!?” this explains the weird feeling.

“Yeah, I drugged you. It’s nothing that’s going to hurt you. It’s part of the overall experience. If you relax into it, you’ll find it enjoyable.”

“What kind of drug?”

“It’s a ‘cocktail’ of drugs, pun intended. Some of it relaxes your inhibitions. That probably kicked in first since you don’t normally hang out shirtless. Next you’ll feel a bit euphoric and then there other things you’ll feel, but I’ll let it be a surprise.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch over you. Nothing bad is going to happen. If you freak out you can just lie down and we’ll stop everything.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“I told you, it’s part of the game. And I still think you’re going to enjoy this. You just need to trust me.” He puts has hands calmly on my shoulders. His hands are so warm and comforting. I look at him for a few seconds, so handsome and sexy in that outfit. He puts a palm on my chest and rubs it soothingly. “Trust me. You’ve been enjoying this so far, right? Focus on the kinkiness of the boots and the mitts. The sensations are feeling magnified, right?”

“I… I guess. Okay.” I draw a deep breath.

“Okay, focus. A few slow breaths. Relax into the moment. Look at me.” I stare into his eyes, “That was the second kink: me drugging you without your consent. I want you to focus and think, and you have to tell me the truth. Does that turn you on?”

The impact of it hits me. This was the second kink. He was betting that I would be aroused by this forbidden idea, of being drugged by someone, and probably not knowing what exactly is going to happen to me next—how the effects of the cocktail would play out.

“You’re a fucker, you know that?” I say. He looks at me worried, but then my mouth turns up into a grin. “You really are a fucker. Yes, you shit, this is turning me on. Like crazy.”

He lets out a breath of relief. “Sorry, but I’m sure someday you’ll find a way to get me back for this.”

“Perhaps.”

He puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me out of the living room. “Are you ready for the third kink?” he asks.

“You said you were just going to present it, and I get to decided whether to try it, right?”

“Almost, but not quite. You actually have to tell me right now if you want to proceed. If you don’t, the game’s over, and I’ll take the mitts and/or the shoes off if you want.”

“But if I do proceed…”

“Then I’ll tell you what the third kink is, and on your honor, if the idea turns you on, you have to try it. You have to promise beforehand, before I tell you want it is.”

“This is a twisted game.” I say, but I can feel I’m grinning again.

“Isn’t it awesome? Okay, do you want to proceed or do you want to honorably bail?”

“If I bail, I’ll never know what the third thing was going to be.”

“Nope. You only see the cards it you stay in the hand.”

“Okay, I’m in.” I wonder how much of this decision is coming from the drugs running through my veins. But at the moment it doesn’t seem to matter.

With his arm still around my shoulder, he leads me into the hallway and into the kitchen. There, on the table is that hood. The hood I had tempted me to go into his room and pick it up. It’s also made of a black stretchy material, but much thicker than the boots or the mitts. I’ve thought about that hood so many times since he’d described it to me. The idea of being subjected to a stream of pornographic imagery.

I’ll bet this is part of the reason for the drug, to heighten the overall effect. Everything is already feeling “hyper-real” to me right now: Chris, his outfit, the shoes and mitts, the game—I can feel everything in this palpable, tactile way. My skin feels like it’s both radiating and absorbing energy.

“So there’s the third kink.” he says, stating the obvious, but describing it for effect: “You let me fasten this tightly over your head. You won’t be able to take it off obviously because of the fist mitts, but I’m additionally going to restrain your arms and legs so you can’t move. Part of that’s just for safety. Part is to enhance the feeling of helplessness. You won’t be able say anything because of the mouthpiece, so you won’t be able to tell me to stop. Your brain will be inundated with images of porn and kink until the drugs really kick in and you start entering an altered state.”

Fuck. It’s not fair what he’s going. The words, the visualization, it’s making my cock get really hard. Chris even notices and reaches down and fondles my crotch through my shorts.

“So now you’ve got to answer the question. And you have to answer it truthfully. The drugs won’t let you lie. That’s another reason they’re part of the game. So tell me, does the idea of wearing the hood turn you on?”

“Yes. You know it does.” He’s such a fucker! I’m really angry at him… sort of. I’m hit with a wave of something—must be the drugs.

He plants another kiss on my lips, like he did the other night. And then he grabs the hood and, before I can say anything else, starts to lower it over my head.

“Take the bit gently into your mouth, good, that’s it.” Rubber envelops my head and my face presses into place as I suck on this big soft object. It’s comfortable in my mouth, but it also fills it up so my tongue is held still against the bottom of my mouth. Some rather large nibs go partway up my nostrils, holding them open. I can breathe very easily through them, which is important since there’s no chance of breathing through my mouth. My ears are covered by really soft padding.

I can feel Chris pulling the laces, tightening them partway, and then a little more, and then a lot more. I’m glad the padding over my ears was so soft because it compresses and suddenly everything is completely and utterly silent. I feel Chris securing the laces somewhere at the back of my head, and then feel an additional strap tighten around my chin, and then another strap goes around my neck like a collar.

“You are about to experience the hood.” a soft, friendly voice whispers in my ears. “Before you proceed, there are two things I want you to do. First, I want to you suck a little on the mouthpiece. It doesn’t have to be hard, just suck like you’re drinking from a straw.”

I let my cheeks and tongue flex impulsively. I don’t know about drinking from a straw: I think about sucking on a cock instead.

Instantly there’s a happy little chime, and the voice says, “Good. That was easy. When you like something—if you’re enjoying what you’re watching, just let me know by doing that. Next, try to do the opposite. Imagine there’s something bitter in your mouth and you want to spit it out.” Intuitively my tongue tries to press up against the mouthpiece and my cheeks pull the other way. Instantly there’s a slightly lower chime. “Very good. It you don’t like something or your think it’s unpleasant, just do that.”

There’s a soft, low base beat, almost like a musical heartbeat. I still can’t see anything.

Chris is undoing my shorts. He pulls them and my underwear down my legs to my ankles. I can’t really do anything by let him. I’m a little embarrassed because my cock is bobbing out there, totally erect. He then takes my shoulders with his hands and starts guiding me, pushing gently until I know to first step carefully out of the shorts and then walk out of the kitchen.

There’s a dim light in front of my eyes, fuzzy and tan colored. It’s getting slowly brighter and coming into focus. There’s a dark curved line. I think it’s a shadow. The view slowly pulls back and I see its part of an arm against a chest, the view continues to pull back and I see the naked torso of a man. It keeps pulling back and I see the man is lying against another man. There’s another an another until I realize a bunch of guys are all lying on each others stomachs, a mural of naked bodies lying on some grass somewhere. Some of them smile and then turn to kiss a nearby mouth. It’s peaceful and serene.

I’m being led through the hallway, and I’m pretty sure I’m in Christopher’s room. He gets around me and pushes me gently down. I sit cautiously until I can feel cushions against my thighs. I lean back against the back of a chair. It feels like padded leather, but that’s strange because I know Chris doesn’t have a leather chair in his room. I can feel a headrest at goes up to support the back of my head.

The seat is higher off the ground than I would expect. I scoot my butt around so I’m sitting fully against the back of the chair. My feet are dangling a bit off the ground. I can feel that the seat itself is shaped in a funny way—there’s a gap in the center, positioned below my groin and ass. My testicles dangle in space, my dick bobs freely, and I feel air around my exposed sphincter. The actual rim of the seat hold me up at the sides of my buttocks and my thighs.

Christopher’s hands gently wrap around my left foot and ankle, pick it up and move it further out to the side. He gently massages my foot through the rubber shoe and then sets it down on something that’s sticking out of the chair: a little foot-sized platform with what feel like ridges on the side. I feel a strap pulled over the bridge of my foot and tightened, holding it firmly into the stirrup, and then something fastening to the ring of my ankle strap with a click. His hands gently run up and down my foot and ankle and shin, massaging them a little bit, and maybe he’s trying to convey some little gesture of care and tenderness.

The imagery gets blurry and then transitions to a vision of a bunch of guys on a beach, walking out of the water, talking and laughing. They have surfboards under their arms. They’re wearing wetsuits. Two of them have the upper parts unzipped and hanging down at their waists. I can hear the surf and their voices, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. Involuntarily my eyes look down at the water where it’s coming up to just below their knees. As the surf comes in and out, the waterline goes from their waists down to just below their knees. I always do this when I see guys in wetsuits, I look to see if they’re barefoot or… yes, the water dips low enough I see that two of them are wearing neoprene booties. My eyes hungrily watch, waiting to see as they walk toward the shallower waters.

The surf rolls out again and finally I can see that they’re all wearing surfing booties, all of the with that weird, beguiling, split-toe shape. I’m hungry to see more, to feed my impulses. The scene starts to fade out. But I don’t want to lose this! On an impulse, I suck on the mouthpiece hard. The scene still fades, but I’m still with the same guys. It’s nighttime and they’re around a small campfire on the beach. Their faces and bodies are lit by the flickering flames. Only one of them is still in his wetsuit, the others are in torn shorts, mostly shirtless, but they’re all wearing those split-toed neoprene booties. One of them is unbuttoning his fly as the other pulls his dick out and starts sucking it…

Christopher’s hands guide my right foot into a similar platform-stirrup on the other side, tightening a strap over the top of my right foot, attaching the d-ring of the ankle strap to the chair. My knees are now spread out wide. Then he does the same thing with my arms, first taking the right one and setting the forearm down along some long armrest and securing the wrist strap’s d-ring to a locking clamp on the end, and then doing the same to the left arm.

The surfers are all sucking each other and stroking their cocks. The scene is totally sensual. It’s amazing how real this all feels. The hoodie is responding in total VR-mode. The view is beyond “3-D”: I can move my head around and look in different directions, just like I was sitting by the fire with them. This scene starts to fade, and I suck on the mouthpiece to try to stop it, but it continues to fade away, replaced by something even better! It’s the video I can once seen playing at the Faultline in L.A. so long ago—that I had scoured the Internet for without success.

Two young twinks are luxuriating and making out on a couch. They’re both naked except that they’re both wearing these soft brown swede moccasins that lace all the way up to their knees. They have this sensual languid quality about them as they’re kissing and sucking each other off. I can’t see or touch my cock, but I know it’s hard as a rock. I think the hallucinogenic quality of the drugs is starting to kick in at least a little bit: my skin is tingling and the sensation in my hands and feet is getting intense, and I swear I can feel the soft suede I’m seeing in the film.

I feel more straps being secured around my legs, one just above and another just below each knee. Christopher starts first on my left leg and then moves to my left side. The straps pull my legs flush against some padding on the outside the seat—spreading my knees wide apart.

You like this, don’t you? I hear a soft, friendly voice in my head. Is that the same voice that I’d heard from the hood when I’d first put it on? I think it is, but I’m actually not sure. There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s so sensual. You’re so sensual. You should embrace that. Yeah, I wish I could believe that. I’ve spent so much of my life trying to act more normal. I’m so jealous of the rebels who are unapologetically themselves. Like the guy, Kip, who I met back in High School and styled his own goth-ninja look with the tabi boots.

One of the twinks cums. He starts finishing the other one off, and I know the scene is ending. Everything fades to blackness. Everything is still for a long time. How long has it been since Christopher secured those last straps?

I think I can hear a dripping sound. I strain all my senses. Yes, it’s getting louder, the dripping, and there’s an echo. It sounds like I’m in some cavernous setting. Is it coming from the outside? No, that’s impossible; I almost forgot the hood had me completely insulated from outside sound. I think I’m starting to see something. There’s a flickering light ahead. I can see now that I’m in a large underground tunnel of sorts. There are a couple torches along the walls casting a faint light. The tunnel starts opening up into a large cavern. To my right I see a sort of side-chamber that’s more brightly lit. As I turn my head to look at it, my forward motion slows and stops. I’m taking tentative steps toward it.

The chamber is a sort of locker-room. Part of it is tiled, but the stalls themselves are just shower heads coming out of the stone wall. Half a dozen guys are lounging under the water, rubbing themselves sensually, all of them partially or fully erect. I linger for a moment, looking at two of the guys who are the most alluring. One has this beautiful body and attractive facial features. The guy is almost as handsome, but I’m more engrossed by his huge cock. I notice that I’m sucking slightly on the mouthpiece, and I think the guy’s cock gets even bigger. Maybe that’s my imagination or the drugs.

I turn my head away from the showers, and I return to the general direction I was going in the cave. It’s pretty remarkable how intuitively the hood’s VR experience takes cues from where I’m looking and whether I focus on a particular area. I pass by a chamber where there are several guys mummified in plastic, their mouths and eyes covered, hanging from the ceiling. Most of them seem to be asleep, but someone in a rubber butcher’s apron has cut open the plastic around a guy’s chest and groin. The “butcher” is fondling his genitals through thick rubber gloves while the guy writhes around moaning.

In another scene a guy is kneeling in front of two others on the ground, naked except for a metal collar around his neck. The guys are spitting in his mouth and one has one of those S&M flogging sticks. I hear some whimpering of “yes sir” and turn my head away, pushing out against the mouthpiece hard. I’m definitely not into pain and humiliation. Thanks for letting me know, says the voice in my head, I just had to make sure. We want to focus on pleasure and fantasy. I hurry past a few other scenes as well where guys are doing things I’m not into, puckering my cheeks and pushing out against the mouthpiece.

Finally I feel something from the outside world! Something is getting attached to the top back of my hood. I’m also feeling as someone massages my left nipple with something oily. Then something cold is put on top of my nipple, and then there’s a sharp sucking sensation as it affixes itself to me. Wait, Christopher can’t be doing both of these things at the same time. There must be someone else here with him!

My right nipple is now oiled and a similar device is attached. Meanwhile, whatever was being attached to my hood is now in place. I’m not sure what it is—I can still move my head around freely, but I can sense something back there.

Inside the cave I’m moving toward a new group of men. There are five guys decked out in some elaborate leather outfits—very “steam punk” with big boots. Most of them sport tight-fitting leather pants, but one of the guys has cloth pants and soft knee-high boots that look a lot like Christopher was wearing. Three other young guys are on their knees, mostly naked except for ankle and write straps, sucking five leather-clad guys’ cocks. There’s a long bench along a wall that a few of the leather guys are sitting on while they get services, and nearby a sling hangs from four chains attached to the wall next to a bench with some exotic looking gear and equipment.

I’m jolted by the unexpected feeling of a mouth closing around my cock. It suckles me tenderly. I feel someone’s hair brush against my thigh. Oh yeah, that feels so good! I look around at the guys being sucked off and feel like I’m part of the group. I feel like if I tried hard enough, I could will myself into materializing in this VR scene. The desire to reach out and touch these guys overwhelms me—I’m struggling against my restrains.

Three leather guys are talking to each other. They nod their heads in agreement and then surround one of the naked guys, a young blond guy, picking him up and carrying him into the sling. For a while they start kissing him and suckling his cock. They stop kissing him, and one of them puts his dick in the guy’s mouth. They slave eagerly starts sucking it. Another guy starts attaching the blond’s ankles to the sling’s lower chains.

My chair starts moving: the back reclines while my legs move outward and upward. The chair vibrates slightly as some electric motor repositions things into place. I’m now lying more than I am sitting, my ass exposed. My pose slightly mirrors that of the blond in the sling.

The guy in the soft knee-high boots starts licking the blond’s ass, and at the same time I’m shocked to feel a tongue run along my own sphincter. My body tries to buck, but the straps hold me fast to the chair. You want to be that slave, don’t you?

One of the leather guys grabs a plastic, cup-shaped object from the bench. It’s attached to the bench by a flexible tube. He puts the cup over the blonds mouth. It’s one of those gas masks like a doctor or dentist would use. The blond struggles for a moment, but breathes in.

I smell something both acrid and musty. The air tube in my nostrils is pumping something into my lungs! I try to resist, but realize the mouth guard is blocking my mouth. In panic, I’m actually sucking in huge breaths of air. My skin is tingling even more than usual.

The tongue keeps rimming my ass, gently poking against my sphincter. It feels so fucking wonderful, but it’s also a bit of sensory overload. Then it stops, and I feel someone’s fingers rubbing something slippery all over. The fingers massage and explore and tease open my ass a bit. And then I feel as something small and smooth get inserted. What was that? It’s hard to concentrate, but it felt like some sort of suppository.

I watch as the blond is getting similarly rimmed and fingered. The parallel experiences are really blowing my mind. Which of these is reality?

Next, one of the guys picks up some cylindrical contraption with two straps and some tube or cable at one end. It’s made of steel and rubber pieces and looks very steam-punk and deco. He inserts the device into the blond’s ass and fastens the straps around his hips and buttocks, the tube trailing like a sort of long tail.

Simultaneously I feel something cold and smooth positioned against my ass. Really!!?

You want this, don’t you? You want to be that cute sex slave. You want this fantasy, don’t you? The voice permeates my brain. Yes, I crave this. Something in me really wants to surrender and enjoy it, but do I actually want it? This is going way beyond what I thought I was signing up for. I’m on that roller coaster as it inches up toward the top of the first hill—where every instinct tells me to stop, but I know there’s nothing I can do about it. Yes, I crave this. I want this.

The blond is as helpless as I am, but he’s not fighting it. His ass is plugged. My vision zooms in on his face. He’s still sucking on the leather guy’s cock. You really want this. He’s so lucky! I start sucking, partially to mirror what he’s doing, partly to indicate that yes, I’m really getting into this. The mouthguard starts changing shape in my mouth, becoming rounder. As I suck I feel it snaking partway down my throat.

My view pulls back a bit, and I can see the others. One of the other naked guys is straddling a steam-punk guy on the bench, riding his cock with abandon. The other one is on his back, legs in the air, being tag-teamed by the others.

The guys attending the blond are getting out yet another toy. This is a wide, transparent cylinder with a couple tubes running out of it. The tubes are being connected to the machine on the bench. The guy in the knee-high boots is reaching around the blond’s waist and hips, positioning a harness around them. It’s strapped down securely and then the cylinder is lowered down over the blond’s cock…

…and I feel someone’s hand grab my cock then something encloses over it. Something hard and cold grazes the head slightly, and then I feel it plunge into something really thick and slimy and viscous. The hand helps my cock push into the goo as it slowly envelops my entire cock. Something sort of rubber gasket is put around the base of my cock; I feel my balls getting stuffed into some pouch and then everything clicks together. Everything suddenly reverses and the slime’s resistance turns into an incredible suction. My balls and shaft get pulled upward and outward while the gasket pushes back against my groin. There’s some sort of click and I know the machine has been firmly attached to the sides of the chair.

The blond guy and I—we both are strapped into some cock sucking machine. We both start having our penises mechanically stimulated.

The scene starts fading to black and then gets replaced with something I don’t at first understand. I’m in Christopher’s bedroom. The bed has been removed, and in its place there’s this big padded chair with stirrups that reminds me of what gynecologists use, but it’s got a lot of additional padding and apparatus. A figure is splayed out, arms and legs secured with straps, ass plugged and cock enclosed with big metal devices with some tubes that connect to a big machine on the side. Two plugs are attached to his nipples, with wires connecting then to the cock-sucking device. Another tube runs from the machine to the back of a hood that completely covers his head.

I realize I’m looking at myself. From the angle, I think I’m seeing a view from Christopher’s laptop camera. Chris is there, in the same boots, but he’s ditched the pants. Trever is there too, naked. The stories I’d heard were right: it is huge, dangling semi-erect, halfway to his knees. He’s pulling on some brown boots, and I realize they’re my moccasins that I’d hidden in the box under my bed. He tightens the laces and ties them and wiggles his feet. Fuck, I feel embarrassed that they found the moccasins, but he also looks really hot in them.

Chris and Travis are talking, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. They turn to look into the laptop camera—staring straight at me—and smile. Travis goes over to the machine and turns some knob, and I start smelling that musty acrid smell again. Then he and Chris both come over to me and caress my legs and shoulders and neck a little bit, just to verify that what I’m seeing through the camera is real. Travis grabs his cock and slaps it along the inside of my thigh playfully.

Then their heads turn simultaneously. I think they heard something. Maybe someone’s at the door? Chris walks out of the room—of our my view—while Travis punches something into the laptop. My vision starts fading to black…

…and again I’m in the caves, viewing the twink—my virtual twin—but instead of the sling, he’s in an elaborate contraption much more like the chair that I’m currently strapped into, with straps individually holding his arms and legs and hands and feet into place. He has the same large device enclosing his cock, bolted securely to the sides of the chair, the same nipple plugs, a tube running from the base of the chair into his ass, likely pulling into the same mechanized butt plug.

He isn’t wearing a hood though. A strap is holding his head securely into the padded headrest. He is breathing heavily, panting, his bare chest undulating; his facial expression is one of intense consternation, his eyes are fixed on the contraption encasing his cock.

The three guys are standing around him in a semicircle a fews paces away, cocks pointing inward toward him. The two guys flanking the ends are still wearing those huge buckled leather boots. The one in the center is now dressed differently: he’s bare-chested but from his waist downwards he’s clad in a black skin-tight material that almost looks like rubber except for the sheen of a fine diamond-pattern that reminds me of reptilian scales. At mid-calf the material flanges out and thickens a little bit into the shape of boots, but they’re curved and seamless and split at the foot like ninja tabi, almost resembling talons. He is also wearing gloves made of the same material that mirror the pattern so that each hand appears to have a thumb and two large fingers. All three men are stroking their cocks slowly, but otherwise they are statuesque, motionless.

My visor’s point-of-view is slowly circling around the group, gradually moving in closer. I’m very close of the three guys now as I pass behind each one. My cock is being pumped slowly and rhythmically. The probes on my nipples are vibrating slightly as they suck and stimulate. The scene is intense and engrossing. It’s turning me on, and I feel a little embarrassed because… well, it’s so strange and unconventional. This turns you on, doesn’t it? You want to see what comes next. The voice washes over the outer edges of my consciousness. Yes, I do.

I’m continuing to circle, passing behind the back of the chair as the men are momentarily obscured from view. When I emerge on the other side, I realize something is changing. Originally I was looking at a VR movie, these four guys maybe some porn actors or something like that. But they are changing—morphing—into computer animated figures. Their faces are almost identical, but are now digital renderings. Their muscles look a little bigger, their cocks slightly bigger, their boots ever more exaggerated. I’m now far enough around to see the twink in the chair. He is also now a rendering, but his face is slowly changing, looking familiar.

He’s turning into me!

The transformation is mesmerizing: I’m looking at my own face, but drawn into his twinkish body. His hair is still long and floppy and very blond. I feel the machine that’s sucking my cock picking up slightly in speed and intensity, just as the blond’s face starts getting even more tense.

My point of view stops circling and instead starts moving in closer. I hear a click and a mechanical whine. What’s happening? I’m slowly approaching his shoulder and the side of his head. Something is emerging from chair into small gap at the back of his neck. It looks like a small flat piece of metal with several small tendrils reaching out into the air, toward the skin just at the base of the skull. It sort of resembles a menacing robotic insect.

The twink seems to know that something is happening. He looks panicked, his eyes wide. His muscles are tensing and he’s trying to twist and writhe around, but he’s too tightly secured to the chair to move at all. I instinctively start pulling against my own restraints. I’ve got this feeling of simultaneous fear and arousal.

Some of the tendrils barely brush against the blond’s skin. You want to see this happen, don’t you? You want to know how it feels. I sympathize with the twink, with his fear, but I can feel a strange exhilaration all over my body. My skin is tingling and my cock is aching. You have the power to make this happen. Don’t hold back. You want to indulge. You want to know how it feels. You want to lose control. The voice keeps whispering in my ear, washing over my consciousness.

Do I have power over this? I slightly push again the mouthpiece, flexing my cheeks, and the alien probe starts retreating, pulling back into the chair, it’s tendrils now a couple millimeters from the twink’s skin. I’m in control of this scene. I can stop it if I want to. Or…

I reverse and suck on the mouthpiece ever so slightly. Once again the metal object approaches the skin. The tendrils start to elongate. I feel scared and exhilarated. It’s so weird and alien… I suck harder, and I can see the tendrils all embed themselves into his skin. They’re thickening and growing and burrowing. The metal body pressed flush against the skin, and then the back of it comes away from the chair.

I smell something strong and acrid in my nostrils. My head is starting to spin. My skin is tingling all over like crazy. The twink stops struggling; his facial expression relaxes. His eyes dilate, the pupils huge. You want this. You can feel the probes burrowing into your brain. You want them to keep burrowing deeper. This turns you on. The idea of being programmed is a huge turn-on. You’re so happy because you don’t have to fight it anymore. You’re so excited to start your programming.

My point of view recedes. The guy with reptilian outfit is stepping in. He has pulled the probe out of the twink’s ass and is centering himself, positioning his huge cock. It starts disappearing into his ass. The other two are approaching as well, getting ready to swap in. The scene is so hot. I love seeing myself as a twinkish blond. I’m not embarrassed anymore for finding this hot.

I’m suddenly being barraged with images. Guys and gear, leather and rubber, boots and muzzles, buckles and straps, plugs and probes. Flesh and leather and rubber, and more flesh. Muscles and cocks. You mind is empty. You can feel the probes burrowing into your brain. It’s making you feel so horny.

Christopher’s Journal: Thursday, Sept 23 (entry 7)

I’m about to leave for my second procedure. Travis gave me something to drink. We’ve got to get going in a few minutes before it starts kicking in. I’m supposed to put on a blindfold once we get in the car, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be necessary.

I don’t know how I feel about Dexter. It was really hot playing “the three kinks” with him. It was obvious how excited he was as I put the hood on him. I suspect at this point the drugs have fully kicked in by now. Between the gas we were feeding him through the hood and the cocktail that was in the suppository I slipped up his ass—Travis tells me that when the cocktail fully kicks in, he’ll be in a completely altered state. I know I had to do this as the price of getting my second treatment, but I feel a little guilty about it.

He’s not supposed to remember any of this. I think that’s a pity, indulging like that and then having your memory erased. But once the triggers have all been implanted, it’ll be fun watching him helplessly respond to his programming. I’m starting to like these boots, and Travis looked really hot when he tried on Dexter’s moccasins. (Then again, that’s Travis. He gets enthusiastic about getting into a role.)

I’m don’t know what I think about other stuff—especially the rubber stuff. It’s a pity Dexter can’t see the drones that are attending him. The two of them showed up about ten minutes ago, completely head-to-toe in rubber. They sort of creep me out. They move like robots, and I don’t like the fact that I can’t see their faces. I guess I can’t see Dexter’s face right now with that hood over him, but that’s different.

Anyway, I can feel the drugs kicking in. Time to get that second procedure. I can’t wait to take this horniness to the next level. I wonder if I’ll be strapped into something like this chair. I guess I probably will. I wonder how much bigger Dexter’s cock will be this time next week. Okay, time to sign out. On with the blindfold…

This story is continued in this Part II post.

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Truth or Dare, Part II

This is a continuation of my original Truth or Dare story. If you haven't read that yet, you might want to start there...

Control Report Sept 26

Subject Dexter has completed his first BEP (bottom enhancement and programming) stage 1 procedure. Most of his memory of the experience has been erased, but not all. His sexual response to Christopher’s “three kinks” game and the idea of trying the visor was so strong, that he remembers putting it on, but nothing of the experience itself except that it was pleasantly intense. He will not hesitate to try it again if Christopher suggests it.

Penis size increased from 5.78” to 7.11” with projected 7.42” by next week when healing is complete. He will not be consciously aware of the increased length, but he will notice the increased and perpetual arousal that comes from the newly increased hormone levels. Hormone production should be at level 2.0 to be validated with bloodwork when convenient.

Dexter has been programmed with seven specific themes, behaviors, and triggers:

While not understanding why, he will abstain from masturbation, regardless of horniness.

Similarly, he will not pursue online imagery. Regardless of horniness, his sexual indulgence must come from direct exposure to others.

Anybody he encounters wearing soft knee-high boots (tied to his moccasin fetish) will evoke a strong sexual and emotional attraction. He will do anything to get that person’s attention and approval.

He will be completely obedient to and suggestible by anybody he encounters wearing split-toed shoes (jika-tabi, surfing booties, Nike air rifts) also with a strong feeling of sexual arousal. In this circumstance, he will be in a semi-hypnotized and programmable state, although he will still be awake, award and mostly responsive.

Being naked and/or in bondage gear or similarly exposed and vulnerable state is extremely compelling, even though he’s still not accustomed to this behavior. If anyone suggests something resulting in this condition, he won’t feel any hesitation. When in this state, his own identity will begin to fade: he will see himself less as Dexter and more as an anonymous sexual object. This loss of identity will currently be at the level 1 subconsciousness.

His hunger for rubber is extreme. Either wearing rubber or observing anyone else in rubber, his mind will enter a hyper-sexual state and it will dominate his focus. But he will not shop for, purchase, or pursue porn imagery on his own: it must be given to him or worn by another.

He will take the pills we provide him. His consciousness will not register what they are or where they come from; he will only think that he is taking herbal supplements, and he will believe that he has always taken them.

Subject Christopher has completed TEP stage 2, and with hormones at level 4.0, his sexual appetite is extreme but manageable. Penis size increased from 7.79” to 9.28” with a projected 9.55” when healing is complete.

Travis continues to function adequately as his Christopher’s handler and has seamlessly introduced him to his new sexual pursuits. Christopher is already considering a third procedure, but we will have to assess whether he could handle another increase in libido.

During the procedure, Christoper was programmed with three new triggers or behavioral changes:

Whereas he had not previously been aroused by rubber, he will now find it strangely compelling. He will attribute it to his curiosity with Dexter’s fetish, but the imagery and sensation of it will evoke a level six response.

If he encounters anyone wearing wrist or ankle restraints or a muzzle, he will have a strong urge to restrain, dominate, control and fuck that person.

Anybody whose body has been shaved (including a buzz cut) will spring the same trigger.

Finally, new surveillance equipment has been installed in their apartment with several cameras covering multiple angles. Neither subject is aware of the cameras and have been subconsciously conditioned so they will not notice them.

Dexter: Tuesday, September 28

It’s been a disorienting few days. I called in sick Monday and today and have been spending a lot of time sleeping and recovering. I can’t account for the any of the weekend—nothing after Thursday night when Chris sprung that game of the “three kinks” on me. Whatever drug he had given me, it must have been really scrambled my brain. 

I think I had a good time. Hell, whenever I try to think back I can’t grab any memories, but I start feeling horny. Just the idea of wearing that visor… I wish I could remember what that was like. I’ve got to give it to Chris: he had me nailed dead on with those three kinks. Knowing he has such an insight into my inner impulses… it makes me feel sort of vulnerable and, well, naked. But even that is sort of a turn-on.

Speaking on whom—come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing Chris since the start of the weekend. While I was half-asleep yesterday sometime in the afternoon I heard someone come and go briefly. I didn’t bother getting up, and I assume it was Chris.

God, I’m so fucking horny! Every few hours I keep waking up with a raging hard-on. Half the time I’m waking from some intensely sexual dream, and the other half of the time it’s just the erection itself that drives me out of slumber. I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything except how much my cock feels like a thick steel rod.

I know I should just work myself over until I shoot my load, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It feels great to just grasp my cock and enjoy how huge and stiff it feels, but I guess I’m enjoying the intensity of it all. I don’t want it to go away, even if it is driving me out of my mind.

My thoughts drift over to the toys and gear in Chris’s room. They were no longer just lying on the floor anymore. Sometime during the weekend they had been organized and put away. My curiosity had driven me to peek in his closet, seeing everything there, including the visor. And the chair is still there, with the arm rests and foot stirrups and the head rest. It was the first time I was seeing it, only having felt it before, when I was in the visor. There are some pedals that adjust the height and the tilt. Attached to the back of it is some elaborate equipment with some tubes and knobs and steel tanks.

I’m considering getting out of bed and grabbing something from the kitchen when I hear the front door open. Great! Chris is back. I pull on some sweats and throw over a large t-shirt, hoping that my hard-on won’t be too obvious. I know he wouldn’t care if I walked around the house in the buff—hell, I really feel an urge to start doing that—but I’m not quite ready yet.

When I get to the living room, I’m glad I made that decision, because it wasn’t Chris who had arrived; it was Travis, along with another two guys I don’t recognize. Travis is shirtless, his jeans tucked into a pair of moccasins that look identical to the ones I keep stashed in the back of my closet. The two others are dressed in black, thin and loose-fitting pants tucked into ninja style Jika-tabi shoes. One of then wears a thin black leather vest, and the other has on a tight-fitting sleeveless that shows off some really impressive chest muscles.

I freeze, not knowing what to do or say. I feel something click in my head, and I almost feel dizzy for a moment. A sudden surge of energy explodes into my groin and my cock starts pushing out, tenting obviously against the shirt and sweats.

“Hey Dexter, how’s it going?” Travis says, smiling at me.

“Uh…” I’m having a hard time reacting, “Chris isn’t here.” My heart is racing. As I look at Travis, I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. He’s so attractive, that I’m suddenly feeling tongue-tied and nervous.

“I know. He’s busy. He won’t be home until late tonight or maybe tomorrow morning.” Travis says.

There’s a pause. I feel awkward. Eventually, I say, “Well, is there something I can help you with?”

Travis turns to the muscular guy in the leather vest and prompts, “Jack?”

“Dexter, you can start by taking off your clothes.” Jack responds.

Again, I feel like something strange is clicking in my brain. I take in these two friends of Travis’s. There’s something beguiling about them, something compelling. I want to… I want to take off my clothes. I pull my shirt off, dropping it on the floor, and then I step out of my sweats, letting my cock bob around.

Then Jack instructs, “Now it’s time for you to do a little suckling. Tim?”

The muscular guy, apparently named Tim, pulls off his t-shirt and then unbuckles his belt and fly and pulls out a generously cock. Without being erect, it’s already hanging down a good length, and it’s starting to fill out and grow. I walk over to him, get on my knees. Something about having him so close to me and about his clothing and those boots makes my whole body tingle. I look down at them for an instant before obediently putting my mouth around his cock. I draw it in, sucking lightly, feeling it growing in my mouth. To support myself, I wrap my hands around this thighs, gently running them down his legs eventually coming to the boots. I realize they aren’t made of fabric like I originally assumed, but more of a spongy material, something stretchy.

Jack stands next to me, his cock already erect. I start alternating between the two, stroking whichever dick is not in my mouth at the time. I’m doing the best I can to take the dicks in my mouth, but they’re pretty massive. I suspect that all of these guys have gone through this enlargement procedure.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to get a lot of ‘sword swallowing’ practice over the next few weeks. You’ll be a master at it before long.” Travis says from behind me. Clearly he was reading my mind. “You’ll even be able to handle this.” I feel something hard and fleshy slap down on top of my shoulder. I turn and I’m a little stunned. His cock is as big as Chris said it was. I looks much bigger than Chris’s was when he showed me his own nine inches.

I look up into his face and again feel waves of emotion, like a huge boyhood crush. I want to do whatever will make him happy. I turn my head to start licking his cock. I am worried I won’t be able to do it justice, but I’m happy to throw myself into it.

“No, not yet. We’ve got some things to do first.” Travis says, “Get up, and let’s go into the bathroom. Tim, bring the bag.”

I stand up and let them lead me into the bathroom. Travis has me put on some hot water and get into the big old claw-foot bathtub that we have. “Sit against the back and put your hands behind your head. Grab the pipe, yes, like that.”

Jack and Travis secure some thick straps around my wrists. They’re made of stretchy, waterproof material, like what surfers wear. It makes me think of the guys’ Jaki-tabi boots. There are a couple of clicks and my hands are not secured to the faucet plumbing behind my head. The detachable shower head has been lowered and Tim is holding it as water sprays over my body, slowly filling the tub.

“Good. Now put your legs up along the sides.”

I bend my knees and pull up my legs so each straddles a side of the tub. Jack and Travis buckle similar restraints around my ankles and then attach them to short chains that I think have been secured to the feet of the tub. When the water comes up to my chest, Tim turns it off.

“Now keep very still. I don’t want to you get hurt accidentally.” Jack and Tim start spraying white foam on my arms and legs. Then they take out straight razors and run them carefully across my limbs. Travis shaves my groin, leaving only a small, bar of closely trimmed pubic hair.

Nobody talks for the longest time. Every now and then one of them will stroke my cock or lean over and kiss me deeply on the mouth. My body is tense with sexual arousal plus the desire not to get myself cut with a razor. After finishing with my arms, Tim gets out an electric razor and scissors. The back and sides of my head are shaved down to the smallest layer of fuzz, and the top is similarly buzzed except for a small peak of hair above my forehead.

Travis rubs my head playfully, “You look so cute! But we’ve still got work to do. You’ve been very cooperative. I’m proud of you. You keep behaving, and we’ll keep doing this.” He strokes my cock a few times. “Next, tell me: do these look familiar?”

He holds a pair of thick black rubber booties in front of me. Memories stir in my head. There’s so much of that weekend I don’t remember, but I still remember how the “three kinks” game started. I’m suddenly aware of my heart pounding in my chest. I nod, “Oh yes, I sure do.”

Jack and Tim each take one of my feet, unbuckling and removing the ankle strap, slipping on a bootie, and then producing a matching ankle strap with those nylon cords that lace through the hidden grommets and bind the bootie and strap into a single seamless object. Each strap gets tightened, wrapped around the ankle, and snapped into the hidden catch inside. I stare at the exotic footwear and revel in the sensation of the thick, tight rubber encasing my feet. Renewed waves of arousal surge through my body and into my groin.

“I think he likes it,” teases Travis. He dramatically presents a tiny key, inserting it into the  slit of each restraint and turning it. “There. You’re not getting out of these anytime soon. But I don’t think that bothers you at all, does it?” I shake my head. “Okay, time to flip him around.” Travis declares.

My wrists straps are disconnected from the pipes behind my head, and I’m turned around so that I’m kneeling with my butt pointed back toward the plumbing, my arms holding my torso upright at the back end of the tub. Tim turns the water back on and sprays my body while Jack and Travis finish shaving my chest and ass until my entire body is smooth and slippery.

Jack stands in front of me and has me start sucking his cock while they screw an attachment into the shower. I’m facing away, so I can’t see the apparatus, but something fairly big is guided into my ass with another tube that attaches to the drain. I’m told to bear down with my sphincter to hold it in place, and I feel water periodically flushing into my body and then out down the drain. Someone grabs my cock and pumps it, so my brain is overwhelmed with sensations in my mouth, cock and ass all at the same time.

Finally, Tim puts on a pair of thick rubber gloves, smears something wet over my ass, and starts opening it up, probing with one finger, then two, massaging. Then I feel more fingers insert. I try to relax as much as possible, all the time trying to focus on sucking Jack’s cock. “He’s still a little tight, but I could start fisting him with a couple of sessions.”

“Okay, our work is almost done here… for now.” Travis says. “Let’s go back to the living room, and then Jack will give you some instructions.”

They have me sit on the couch, while they get ready to leave, putting their dicks back away. Tim puts his shirt back on. Jack stands in front of me, putting one of his booted feet on the cushion between my legs. He gently sticks the two forked toes under my crotch and teasingly rubs my testicles. Something about him has me still transfixed.

“You are going to hear the following and tuck it away into the subconscious corners of your mind.” I don’t understand what he’s saying, but I just focus on the words. I assume it’ll make sense at some point. “Chris has gone through his second procedure this weekend, and he has been programmed with his own new hypnotic trigger. He doesn’t know anything about it, but I’m going to let you in on the secret. If he sees anyone with a shaved head, or a completely shaved body, or wearing bondage restraints—any of those three things—the trigger will activate, and he will become aroused and excited. He will feel and urge to further restrain and dominate you, and to plant his seed into you.”

“You’ve got the haircut and the smooth body, and now you have those ankle straps—any one of these things would trigger him, and you’ve not got all three,” he continues, “When Chris returns tonight, you’ll be naked—apart from the booties—and all you have to do is play it cool and act a little flirtatious. Just let things happen and enjoy. And with that, I want you to forget what I just said.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, confused, “You’ve lost me. Could you say that again?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Travis says. “Hey, we’ve got to go. Just do me a favor…” He sets some rubber object on the kitchen table, “Tell Chris I dropped this off for him. It’s just another toy to add to the collection. Oh, and I almost forgot…” he steps back to the couch and hands me a big white plastic cylinder. “Now that your skin is so nice and smooth, let’s keep it soft and supple. Rub this lotion all over your body regularly—at least twice a day.”

“Okay, thanks.” I say.

And with that they walk out the door, leaving me feeling strangely invigorated but also isolated and hungry.

Dexter: Wednesday, September 29

I’m woken by the sound of keys in the door. The clock on the wall says it’s about 2:30 in the morning. I’d been sleeping for about five hours since Travis and his friends left. I love the feeling of my body now, all naked and shaved and soft and sensual. I also love the feeling of the rubber booties that encase my feet. I just lay there and look up as Chris’s head pokes around the door. He pauses, just looking at me. I wonder what’s going through his head.

“Hello.” he says. “You look comfortable.”

I yawn, stretching my arms over my head, and just look back up at him. “Hello there.”

He closes the door and locks it behind him, “Nice look. It suits you.” He’s wearing that hip goth outfit with the high boots. I feel a tingle run across my entire body, and I know my dick is starting to fill out.

I just smile back at him, running my hand over my buzzed head.

“I see you figure out how to get the booties back on.”

I shook my head, “No, Travis swung by to drop something off for you. It’s on the table. While he was here, he helped me put them on.”

“Did he leave the key?”

“No, I don’t think so.” My cock is already climbing up into the air, pointing to the ceiling.

Chris is staring at me with this intense look and an expression I’ve never seen before. Then he looks down at the table and picks up the object, handling it. It’s an elaborate sort of rubber straitjacket. I had tried to figure it out earlier. Unlike a traditional straitjacket where you first put your arms in sleeves and then wrap them around your torso and secure them to your sides, these had seams and sleeves and pockets so that you tuck your arms into it, stretch it over your body, and are ultimately wrapped in what looks like a single continuous sheet of rubber. “Wow.” he says, looking back up into my eyes.

“It looks pretty intricate.” I say, “Have you seen anyone in it before?”

He shakes his head, “No, but I’ll bet it would work well with your existing outfit.”

I shrug my shoulders, playfully and nonchalantly. I grin and then feign disinterest, pretending to change the subject. “You’ve been away for a while.”

“I had the second procedure.”

“I suspected.” I say, “How are you feeling?”

Chris comes over and sits on the couch by my feet, “I’ll admit, it takes some getting used to.” He casually puts his hand on my left leg, and then frowns as he examines it more closely, stroking the newly-shaved skin slightly. Again, this funny look comes over his face as he looks at me. “I told you I was horny all the time after the first procedure. Well, now it’s like, after I have an orgasm, I only get to rest for a few hours before the urges start building up again. It’s only been a few days, but already it’s taken some adjustment.”

“So you’ve been keeping busy.”

He nods, earnestly. “Actually, Travis has helped hook me up with several guys. I’m…” he pauses for a moment, looking bashful, “Sometimes I’m making money at it. You know, hustling. And sometimes it’s just a hookup.”

“Wow.” I try not to sound judgmental.

He looks at me, searching for a moment, but returns to looking at my shaved legs. “I’m doing to do a porn video shoot tomorrow, actually. Amped up like this, I should be able to do a lot of scenes, you know, having an ability to recover so quickly.”

“Are you nervous?”

He shrugs, “Not about the sex part, or having my face in a porn video. But this one has a lot of heavy-duty rubber gear and stuff. It’s a little outside of what I normally do. I don’t know, actually, in a way the idea is sort of exhilarating. Anyway, I think that’s why Travis dropped this by,” he indicates the rubber straitjacket in his hands.

“Sounds like fun.” I say, encouragingly, “And you’re right, it’ll be a good way to feed your appetite. Plus you get to show off your new and improved cock. Last week you were seven and a half inches. How does it look now? Do you want to show me?” I grin.

He shakes his head and grins back at me. “Quid pro quo. I’ll show you if you agree to try on this new piece.”

“You think it will go well with these?” I wiggle my feet a little.

“Let’s give it a try and see.” He’s staring intensely into my eyes. 

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon. Quid pro quo.” he repeats, “Let’s play another round of the three kinks. You’ve already done the first kink on your own.”

“A new game, huh?”

He winks at me and stands up, loosening his belt, “I’ll show you if you agree to try your second kink.”

“Okay,” I nod.

He undoes the buttons of his jeans, and his cock flies out, already very big and growing. He takes off his shirt and then climbs out of his pants, managing to keep the boots on. My own cock is fully erect now as I take in the view.

“Already, let’s see if we can figure out how this thing works.” he says, holding out the rubber object. “Apparently, you’re supposed to start with it turned inside out…” he inverts the object, and it sort of looks like a big sweater with the sleeves wrapped around and attached to the sides. That is, a big sweater made of heavy-gauge black rubber! The sleeves have large holes at the shoulders. “Try putting your arms here.” Chris holds the thing so it’s above my head and upside down.

I tentatively insert my arms upwards into the two holes and guide them in as Chris lowers the object downward until my head is butted against the big round hole in the middle. Just at that moment my fingertips come up against something. “Ah, hang on. There’s something at the end. I think they’re like the fingers of a glove.” I wriggle my fingers around until they fit in place. It feels like a glove except that my fingers are held rigidly together in a fixed position.

Chris pulls the center hole open with his hands, and we both struggle to get my head through. The rubber is a really thick gauge, and the neck hole is shaped to be really snug. Eventually we manage to get my head through.

“Okay, now I need you to pull down hard with your arms while I pull and invert it over your body.” Chris instructs.

At first I don’t think it’s going to work. We’re both struggling, and it seems impossible, like the bones in my arms would have to turn into jelly to work, but Chris figures out how to gradually peel the torso part over, centimeter by centimeter. We get past a critical point and then the rest of the motion becomes much easier as it almost snaps into position around my waist.

We both look down at my torso, a smooth, seamless tube of heavy black rubber, my arms and enclosed hands just shapes disappearing into my hips. From the bottom of the straitjacket two straps hang out. Chris pulls them around my groin and between my legs, and fastens them to some buckles in the back.

Chris stands up, inspecting his work. He has that strange look on his face again. “Okay, tell me the truth: is this turning you on?”

I try to shift and struggle. It’s amazing just how completely immobilized I am. The sensation of tight rubber encasing my torso is intense and almost overwhelming. “Yes, I can’t lie. It’s pretty hot.”

“I’ve got to say, I’ve never felt this way before, but this is really turning me on. It’s this strange feeling, like being a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping his presents—only in reverse! I… I’m really into this!” He’s got this intense look of excitement in his eyes. He absent-mindedly grabs his cock and starts stroking it. “So, you remember how the game works with the third kink?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “I get to choose now whether to proceed to the third kink. If I do proceed,  then you lay out a scenario, and if the idea of it turns me on, I obligated to submit to it unconditionally.”

“Yep, you remember. So what do you say?”

I gaze down at my cocooned torso and my raging hard-on, and I flex my encased feet. The sensation of being tightly encased in rubber is really hot. And with Chris standing there, naked except for those boots, his huge nine inch cock in his hand… “Hell yeah. I’m curious what you’ve got for me.” I say.

“Okay, I’m going to need a few minutes, but first…” He ducks into his room and reappears with some nylon rope in his hands. He kneels down between my legs. From my sitting position, I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel him grabbing one of my ankles and doing something to the ankle strap’s d-ring. He then reaches over to the end of the couch and threads the rope around it base, and then pulls it tight, causing my right ankle to lurch over to the side. He quickly does the same to my other foot so that my feet are immobilized, my legs open wide. “You’re not going to be going anywhere like that. Alright, now hang on for a few minutes.”

He disappears into his room, leaving me secured on the couch, my legs spread-eagle, my cock aching. There’s nothing to do but sit there, helpless. I listen, straining to hear any clue of what he’s doing. It seems to take forever before he finally emerges. The sight makes me draw a deep breath.

Chris is decked out in this intense rubber bodysuit. The shoulders and chest have an array of ridges and plates that accentuate his physique. He’s wearing huge gloves that go halfway up his forearm. The boots are out-of-this-world exotic: they are made of some thick, sheeny material that exaggerate the size of the feet and go all the way up to the knees, with steam-punk-looking buckles along the sides, but most notable feature is how the toe of each boot splits in the middle, making each foot slightly resemble a big talon.

From his crotch springs a giant phallus, his cock and balls sheathed in thick rubber, the base encircled with a tight cylindrical ring that holds the base it at least half an inch from his groin, pointed forcefully outward. He instinctively runs his gloved hand up and down it.

“What do you think?” He asks, “This is supposed to be my outfit for the porn shoot. I’ve never tried wearing rubber before. Didn’t used to be my thing, but I don’t know. I’m kind of digging the sensual intensity.”

I’m speechless. There’s something about his outfit that has me mesmerized.

“Okay, so about that third kink. This is what I’m thinking.” He pauses, taking a breath and finding the words.“I think it’s time we ripped the bandage off this coy roommate thing, once and for all. It’s far overdue for us to fuck, don’t you think?”

I still can’t find any words to say. I can actually hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. He continues, “I want to see the look in your eyes while I do it—at least at first—but I think I’ll have you muzzled so you can’t say anything. Yeah…!” That wild look in his eyes is getting even more intense, “For the third kink, you would essentially be giving me a blank check of consent to do anything I wanted to you, starting of course with this.” He shakes his cock at me.

We stare at each other. His look of excitement is both beguiling and a little terrifying. “By the way.” He adds, “As you know, I’m perpetually horny and can’t always satisfy these hungers. Once we get this… out of the way… we have have a lot more… opportunities to… well… let’s just say if I wake up at 4am some morning with an overwhelming hunger, it would be great to have a solution just down the hall. So I think it’s time.”

“Time?” I finally ask.

“The third kink. You know what you promised. You have to tell me if it turns you on. And if so…”

“Wow, what a fucking head-trip!” I say.

He steps up to me, kneeling and stroking my thigh softly with his gloved hand. “I can get that muzzle?”

I nod. Staring into his eyes. He just smiles and strokes my cock a few times, and then plants a firm kiss on my mouth.

I’m about to say something, when I hear a familiar voice nearby, “Sounds like a party is getting started. Mind if we join in the fun?”

Chris and I turn our heads to see Travis, Jack, and Tim coming in the front door. Tim and Jack are decked out in identical outfits—smooth, featureless black rubber going from their necks down to their feet. They are wearing heavy gloves and talon-like boots like Chris’s, and their cocks are bound in the same intense rubber sheaths. Travis is wearing a sort of overcoat, under which he’s naked except some boots that look similar to my old moccasins, except they’re made of a thick, black, spongy material that looks more like neoprene, and there aren’t any obvious buckles or laces along the sides.

Travis and the others come in and close the door behind them. Chris looks at them, “Hey, can one of you go into my room and find the muzzle? It should be on my desk.” Then he turns back to me. “I did say something about a blank check, didn’t I?”

“You know what would be fun?” Travis says, “What if we shot that rubber porn movie here? We had a location secured, but setup isn’t happening until later this morning. We could move it over here, and we could convert Dexter’s room into that ‘conversion lab’. Hell, most of the equipment has been sitting in storage most of the time—we could make this into a semi-permanent rubber-dungeon.”

There’s that gleam in Chris’s eyes. “I was starting to get into this ‘rubber kink’. Why not dive in. We could set this place up for a bunch of parties and ‘client visits’. Less commuting and more fucking for me.”

Tim and Jack walk up. Tim has the muzzle, Jack has a bottle of lube. Chris looks at them and simply nods. Jack sits down on the floor at my crotch. I feel his tongue run over my sphincter, and then he’s smearing lube over it. Meanwhile, Tim takes this contraption is lots of straps. The mouthpiece has a rubber 3-inch nub shaped like the end of a cock. He holds it up to my mouth and then hesitates.

Chris looks into my eyes. He slaps his huge rubber-encased cock against my leg. The cold, smooth feel of it makes me shiver. “You promised. If it turns you on, you have to do it.”

Of course, this is true, but it’s also bullshit. This isn’t just a game: it’s a life-altering decision. But I open my mouth to accept the gag. 

“Hold on a second!” I hear Travis say from the other side of the room. As he comes up beside me, I see he has a glass of familiar looking dark liquid. “You’ve tried something similar to this before—I believe Chris gave it to you that first time. But this is stronger and will kick in faster.”

I hesitate, but he gently supports the back of my head with one hand and puts it up to my lips. I drink it as quickly as I can, tasting that familiar “red bull and prune juice” flavor, but this time with another harsh metallic element to it. Meanwhile, Chris and Jack are untying the knots that are securing my ankle straps to the couch.

“Atta boy!” Travis says. He steps back out of the way, and Tim puts the pecker-gag part of the muzzle in my mouth and fastens the straps tightly around my face.

Chris puts his arms around my waist and picks me up, my legs straddling his sides, his cock protruding just below me. Entwined, he carries me into his bedroom and then drops me on the bed. I’ve aware of all four of them: Chris is in front of me, Jack and Tim on each side, taking my feet and lifting my legs into the air. Travis walking in behind, stroking his huge cock as it gets fully erect. 

I revel in the helplessness, the feel of the straitjacket wrapped around my torso, the booties, the muzzle. All these sensations are pouring into my brain, and there’s another swirling feeling starting to join it. I lay on the bed, starting up at the ceiling. I feel Chris slap his cock along my thighs teasingly. I can’t see it, by I can feel just how thick and heavy it is, and the rubber sheath gives it an extra hard feeling, the consistency of a dildo. He positions it against my sphincter and starts to push.

My sphincter pushes open and he starts penetrating into me. After the first twinge of discomfort, I try to relax. The rubber slides smoothly into me. After the first several inches, the sensation starts getting intense. I feel impossibly stuffed, but he keeps slowly pushing in, increasing the pressure to meet the increasing resistance. I lift my head, looking down, and it looks like he’s only halfway in! He pauses, pulls gently back out just a bit and then reverses again and drives forward. He shifts, leaning his torso down over me, putting his hands on the bed on both sides of me to prop himself up, while he drives himself in. Again he starts rocking, pulling out just a little bit and then driving in further.

The feeling is so intense. I feel like screaming, but I just bite down on the gag and moan. And then I feel his thighs meet my ass. He’s in—all nine inches of him. For a moment, he collapses down against my chest, kisses the side of my face, and then starts driving in an out. He pushes himself back up to a standing position and just stands there, fucking me for a while. The drug is starting to kick in. My perception is getting weird. Chris’s rubber outfit is taking on an other-worldly quality, as though the ridges and plates were part of his actual body.

“Okay, who’s next? Jack? Tim?” Chris pulls out of me.

“Can we put him in the chair?” Jack asks, “I want to strap him in so he’s completely immobilized when I fuck him.”

They pick me up and set me in that chair. Chris raises it up and reclines it until I’m spread-eagle, my legs lifted up and out so that my ass is at a perfect heigh and angle for fucking. My legs and arms and head are strapped down. As a last touch, Travis has replaced my muzzle with the visor. It’s not displaying any concrete imagery yet—i’m seeing the original montage of skin and close-ups on body parts. A rhythmic beat start thumping in my ears.

A rubber-sheathed cock pushes my ass open and starts sliding into me. I can’t tell if it’s Jack or Tim. I feel rubber hands all over my body. Someone is sucking my cock. The drug is kicking into high gear, strange images filling my mind as the hallucinogen takes effect.

Christopher’s Journal: Thursday, Oct 7 (entry 8)

We’ve just wrapped up shooting the second in a series of rubber porn movies, and it’s been amazing. Travis’s idea was brilliant, turning the apartment into a permanent set. My room looks like a sort of kinky mad scientist’s laboratory. The bathroom has a similar quality, but we’ve rigged it so all the “wet scenes” can be shot there. You actually can’t tell that it was originally a bathroom. The toilet and sink are cleverly camouflaged to look like strange steam-punk equipment. 

Dexter’s room has been converted into the dungeon, with the rubber sarcophagus bolted flush onto one of the walls, a large cage on the other side. We’ve replaced his bed with “vac bed” that lets you suck a person into a sort of motionless latex cocoon.

The living room furniture has been almost completely swapped out for steam-punky equipment and benches and couches. Two of the walls are covered with shiny black material, and the others will be by tomorrow when we shoot the third and final movie.

Only Dexter’s room had been converted in time for the first movie. It didn’t have much of a plot. But Dexter got his first chance to encounter Tim and Jack in “drone” mode, where they were put into their mindless and obedient hypnotic state. Then they slowly and dressed each other in their “done outfits”—rubber covering their entire bodies and faces.

Dexter started that movie in the straitjacket, sitting on a stool in a corner, just observing Time and Jack as they became drones. He seemed fascinated, almost beguiled, by the guys with their completely blank stares and expressionless faces. 

When their transformation was complete, they turned their robotic attention to him. They started just rubbing their gloved hands over his exposed neck, face, legs, but focused more and more on his dick, getting it erect. They systematically moved around him until one was holding him securely from behind while the other put a cock & ball contraption on him that held his cock pointing firmly upward while pulling the balls down. Next they attached the back of the straitjacket to a ceiling-mounted pulley, hoisted him into the air, and then put ankle straps on him and secured them up so that both his cock and ass were fully exposed.

We must have shot ten hours of material as he was constantly being edged up and teased, toys were put in his ass. I enjoyed taking part of the finale, dressed up in my crazy outfit. It’s an interesting experience wearing that heavy cock sheath. It makes my cock look and feel even more substantial than it already is, but it also masks some of the stimulation, so it takes me about five times as long to cum. Well, shooting that first movie with Dexter, I was so turned on by fucking him in front of the cameras that I first unloaded in about ten minutes. I had to wait an hour for my hard-on to return before I went at it again, tag teaming with Tim and Jack. That lasted more like three hours.

My room was completed so the mad scientists laboratory could be featured in the second film. That movie was much more elaborate. It was cool because we incorporated the visor and alternated between live action and VR-rendered content. The storyline focused on the idea of programming Dexter to first be an obedient rubber sex slave, and then amping up his sense of arousal until he would become a desperate sex addict. We started by having him sucked into an immobilized position on our new latex vac-bed, his head encased in the visor, only his cock exposed, to be toy with and eventually strapped into a robo-sucking device. Jack and Tim again tending to him in their drone modes.

There was a middle section where the story went back in time to focus on Jack and Tim, showing them being programmed and transformed first into sex slaves and then into mindless drones. Travis played the evil mastermind in that one. 

I’ve got to say, I wonder if the movie plot is the way their drone programming worked in real life, where their minds are focused in a state of pure, perpetual sexual arousal, where the desire in their cocks actually suppresses their mind’s ability to form thoughts beyond robotic obedience. The thought of them, edging and teasing Dexter for hours at a time, while behind those blank faces, they are feeling the same helpless desire for release. I guess it makes sense, because I’ve seen how sex crazed they get whenever they get “woken” from their drone states.  (They fuck like rabid weasels!) The movie concluded in this great orgy scene at the end that we shot in the part of the living room that had gotten finished. We had to keep the camera angles tight, but that was okay. We managed to get the five of us, plus three other guys, all packed in there.

We’ve been altering between keeping Dexter in a hypnotic sex slave state and his normal self. We’ve suppressed a lot of his memories about his previous life so he doesn’t think much about the “real world” outside. He just lounges around, either naked or in some sort of gear. After his two “conversions” his new larger cock and sexual appetite is almost as demanding as mine. 

We’ve cultivated a sort of “online fan club” where people can watch us on the myriad cameras around the house and pay to have him put in some gear or have us engage in some specific act. The thing that gets the most excitement is when Jack and Tim are put into their drone states, and then viewers—upon paying a fee—can type instructions that get beaming directly into their hoods and carried out. Travis and I are also popular: guys always seem to enjoy the miracle of Dexter getting fully stuffed with our giant cocks. When I get my final procedure next week, I hope my cock will exceed Travis’s eleven inches. 

The third movie is going to be fun. We’re going to do a sort of “prequel” where we show Dexter before any of this. The storyline will feature an abduction, where Dexter gets taken from a bar, stolen-away to this dungeon, and then systematically restrained and drugged and programmed and converted. He will be programmed to fully believe the scenario—at first being restored to the state he had been in, back the beginning of September, not remembering any of this. He will be made to believe that every part of the storyline is actually happening. 

We’ve already tested this, hypnotically reverting him back to his old self and then putting him in a variety of situations. He and I went to hang out at a bar, and then had some guy Travis knows come up and seduce him, wearing the boots that trigger that fetish of his, luring him outside. I’ve come to enjoy both watching him getting abducted by other and participating in it myself. There’s something indescribable about how turned on I always get by seeing him be restrained and rendered helpless. It always makes me so horny I almost lose my mind. I just can’t seem to get enough of it!

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Induction

Hello boys. You’re here because you want to enter a state of trance. I can assist you with that. Sit back and let yourself follow my words. I’m sure you’ll find it quite easy to Drop into trance if you open your mind to the pleasure and joy my words have to offer. In fact, I can make you 3 promises that I will fulfill by the time you finish reading this post. 

My first promise is that you will go into a very deep and pleasurable state of trance. Many of you have already started slipping into trance, and good boys that have been here before may already be sinking down helplessly, deeper and deeper now. However, whether this is your first time here with me or your hundredth time, you will find yourself drifting off all the same. 

The second promise I can make you is that your subconscious mind is here reading along with you, independent of your conscious mind, and that your subconscious mind is already very interested in what I have to say here. With that being said, you may find that your subconscious mind will influence your conscious mind to help keep your focus here on my words, or it may increase your desire for me to guide you into trance. Your subconscious mind is free to decide how it does this; maybe you will find yourself trying to pick apart my words to find their hidden meaning, or maybe you will find your arousal and excitement increasing at the idea of you drifting off and submitting to my words. 

It really is amazing how powerful desire and intent can be in helping you get what you want; for example, if you enjoy learning about something, your subconscious mind will be eager to absorb and remember what you’re learning about. Likewise, since you enjoy going into trance, your subconscious mind will find it quite easy to let these words melt deeply into your mind as you find that your conscious mind is just starting to shut off now. No need to try to fight it, this is why you’re here. Allow my words to think for you, it will feel so much better when my words think for you. Just let go. That’s a good boy. 

I’ll count from 10 all the way down to 1, and with each number I count down, your mind will drift further and further away from you, sinking deeper and deeper. When I reach 1, your mind will be perfectly relaxed and open to the powerful and arousing ideas I have to offer.

10

Just relax and let it happen. You know you want to.

9

Feeling your thoughts slowing down, allowing my words to replace your thoughts

8

It feels wonderful to let go and submit.

7

Completely enthralled by these words, letting them fill you up, making you feel so happy and dreamy

6

Allowing your mind to simply melt into my words

5

Deeper and deeper down

4

So happy to lose yourself in my power

3

The world around you is completely gone, all that exists is my words

2

And when I say that last number, you will fall twice as deep as you are now, letting it all go with

1. Drop into trance.

Sinking so deep, feeling so wonderful and aroused and happy. You enjoy this so much. You will find that you enjoy it even more with each and every word that sinks so deep into your mind. Letting each word relax you just a bit more, make you a bit more calm and obedient. You’re doing so well. From this point forward, you will find that any time I say the phrase “drop into trance”, you sink right back down into this wonderful, calm state where you allow my words to think for you. If you see the phrase “drop into trance” while you are already under hypnosis, you will find yourself spiraling even deeper and deeper down than before. Letting the phrase “drop into trance” engrave itself into your mind, knowing that any time in the future I say those words, drop into trance, you will fall so deeply down, just like you are now. 

I’d like you to imagine that there’s a nice, warm, blue sphere of light just in front of your eyes. Contained within this light is the most pure, sensual, toe-curling erotic pleasure you can possibly imagine. When this ball of light envelops you, that pleasure surges through your body and mind, filling you with a deep and powerful pleasure that shuts down any thoughts or concerns that might be drifting around in your mind. This wonderful pleasure is my pleasure, and it comes from my words, from your acceptance of my words, from the effect my words on your mind. The light is not touching you yet, but I’m going to count from 3 down to 1, and when I reach 1, that blue ball of light will enter your mind and fill up your entire body with my mind-numbing arousal and pleasure.

3

2

1. Feel that warm light surge through your entire being, feel how wonderful and happy and horny it makes you feel, wave after wave of pleasure now. 

And now the light recedes back out of your body and those wonderful feelings begin to subside. You’d like to feel that again, wouldn’t you? Of course you would. Drop into trance. That’s right, everything just melting and fading now, deeper… deeper… good…

I’ll count from 3 down to 1 again, and my blue light will envelop you again, feeling even better than before.

3

2

1. Erotic pleasure crashing through your body and mind, so good, so horny, so happy, filling you up, floating in this pure euphoria, pure bliss…

And the light recedes back out of you once again and the pleasure fades. That blue light is so wonderful, isn’t it? I’m sure you wish you could feel like that any time you wanted. Well, from now on, you’ll find that whenever I say the phrase “good boy”, that ball of blue light briefly comes back and fills you up with my pleasure and arousal. That’s right, whenever I call you a good boy, my blue light will come back and give you a burst of those wonderful sexy feelings. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Of course you would.

Drop into trance. Letting everything go and sinking twice as deep as you already are, my words guiding you so much deeper down. Good boy. That’s right, feel that pleasure coming back, so good, so happy that you get to experience my pleasure again. That’s right, just letting it fill you up, more, more, more… that’s it. You’re doing so well.

Now, I said I’d make 3 promises to you that would be fulfilled by the time you finished reading my words, but you might remember that I only made 2 promises, or perhaps your mind just melted down too quickly to care. Well, my third promise is this: As soon as you read the last word of this post, you will like this post and re-blog it. You will also send me a message thanking me for bringing you into trance. You will perform these actions without thinking, they will simply happen, you will do it before you even realize what you did. You will do this because it feels good to obey my words. You enjoy being a good boy for me, don’t you? That’s right, of course you do.

I’ll count from 1 up to 5, and when I reach 5 you will awaken from this trance and obey my instructions.

1

Just beginning to come back up now

2

Feeling energy returning back to your body

3

Feeling the thoughts naturally coming back to your mind

4

Almost there, take a nice deep breath, and stretch…

5.

Awake. Now do as you’ve been told. Good boy.

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A Night on the Farm 1/3

Jake glanced down at his fuel meter nervously, watching the needle dive ever further past the empty mark. He cursed himself for deciding to take the “scenic” route when he was running low but never anticipated he would have to go so far without even seeing the faintest hint of civilization, let alone anything resembling a gas station.

Almost as if in response to his concerns, the engine in his car starts gasping for fuel, sputtering and spouting until finally dying completely. 

“Fuck!” he shouts at no one but his own stupidity and reaching for his phone. One quick glance later was followed prompty by another even more frustrated cursing. He tossed the phone back into the seat…not even the faintest signal was able to reach it this far out in the middle of nowhere. After a moment of unbridled furious yelling he settles on his next course of action, walking until he either gets a signal or finds someone to help him out. With one more frustrated huff, he gets out of the car and starts walking down the “scenic” gravel road. His feet crunching on the rocks with every step. 

After a few hours of walking, his feet were screaming and the warm afternoon weather was quickly transitioning into a cooler evening one. Being the ever-unprepared person he is, Jake simply cursed his luck again as he shivered slightly. His phone now almost dead from constant checking for a signal and there was still nothing but a handful of trees every so often, wide open fields and the seemingly endless gravel road.

As the sun sank lower and lower into the horizon, it was getting harder and harder to see where he was going. Jake looked around nervously as he was starting to get worried for his safety being out after dark when he noticed a faint glimmer of something in the distance. A light, barely noticeable in the treeline not far from him. Without really thinking through the decision he decides to depart from the road and head toward the light, hoping that it would at least provide him some form of shelter from the darkness quickly taking over.

His spirits lifted even more when he broke through the treeline and saw that the light was coming from the window of a small farmhouse. He slowly approached the front door and knocked, quickly realizing that he should have at least thought about the potential of the owner being some sort of crazed weirdo before doing so. Right before his mind starting spinning the worst case scenario, the door opened and he was greeted by a rather confused middle aged man staring at him.

“Um, hello? Can I help you son?” the man’s voice relayed a sense of kindness that put Jake at ease slightly. He stared at the man for a moment and started talking before he really thought about what to say.

“Yes, hi. I was driving down the road over there and my car ran out of gas and my phone was out of service so I had to start walking but it started getting dark and I saw the light in your window and I was hoping that…”

The man laughed at Jake’s word vomit, understanding the situation and ushered him inside.

“Yea, that happens a lot more than it should. That road is notorious around these parts for bypassing almost every town around these parts. Why don’t you come inside, you look like you could do with a warm meal and some rest, as it turns out, I just finished making dinner.”

Jake’s stomach unleashed a loud rumble at the mention of food and the man smiled.

“Yea, that would be great, thank you. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.” he stepped inside the house. His nose was immediately hit with the aroma of a fresh cooked meal. He looked around the small house, noticing how minimalistic it was. A small cough lined one wall, a recliner on the other with small fireplace on the far wall. The old wooden floor creaked as he stepped on it. 

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A Night on the Farm 2/3

Jake was walking through the barn again, although this barn was much more maze-like and much more inhabited. All over the place there were horse drones carrying out various tasks, some walking in or out of the room, some carrying various objects, some not.  They paid him no attention at all, simply carrying out their orders. He couldn’t help but admire their muscular physique shining in the light.

  The further he walked into the barn, the more and more horse drones he saw then noticed something different about some of them. As he continued he noticed that some of the drones, instead of the large locked bulge these drones had massive rubber horse cocks danging between their legs. Jake couldn’t help but stare at the rubber cocks as he passed by them. Further in still, he started to see that the horses were doing more and more lewd activities.

  He stopped himself and watched two of the drones having sex with one another. One bent over a wooden crate while the other rammed its’ rubber hole with the its’ own massive horsecock. Passing another down on its knees with another drone’s cock ramming down its throat.  Some simply pleasuring themselves, stroking their own meat and huffing. Each room was filled full of drones performing various sexual acts and Jake reached down to rub his own erect, throbbing cock and realizing that he was completely naked in this place. Jake came across a small room with a handful of horse drone’s sitting on various objects stroking themselves and stopped. He couldn’t take it anymore, he sat down on a small crate and started stroking himself while he watched the drones do the same. The shiny rubber muscles gleaming in the light elevating his own pleasure to even higher levels.

He kept staring at the drones and started stroking faster and faster, bringing himself ever closer to sweet release but never seeming to be able to get there. Each stroke sending pleasure coursing through his entire body to the point he could think of nothing else but blowing his load. Covered in sweat, panting and furiously pounding his meat but unable to finish. He was too wrapped up in his own predicament that he didn’t seem to notice that one of the horse drones had stopped stroking itself and had turned its attention towards the man. It wasn’t until the intense smell of rubber hit his nostrils that he turned his head and was greeted by a big black rubber horsecock inches from his face. The aroma hit his already lust filled mind and sent him into even more of a frenzy. He opened his mouth to gasp as the drone suddenly thrust forward, shoving the cock into Jake’s open maw.

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A Night on the Farm 3/3

Jake awoke suddenly, feeling incredibly aroused  and vividly recalling his rather strange dream. He reached down to rub his cock and felt a warm wetness as he did. His eyes popped open, the room was pitch black and all he could see was the clock that read 2:36am. He cursed to himself, got out of the bed and reached over to turn on the light.

He turned back to the bed and saw that the blanket and sheet had an obnoxious pool soaking into it. He pulled off his sticky clothing and tossed them into the floor, standing naked in the room and wondering how he was going to clean it up. He figured there was bound to be a spare set of bedding somewhere in the barn but didn’t really want to leave the room completely naked, or in cold clothing soaked in his own fluids.

He cursed to himself and looked around the room for something to cover himself. A sheet, a towel, anything he could find.  He looked through in the closet but didn’t see anything except a handful of boxes and old tools. He glanced around again and spotted something hanging by the door that made his heart flutter. The slick black rubber suit.

Immediately thoughts of his dream rushed into his head. His cock sprang to full mast and he shuddered, recalling the vivid euphoria of his dream. He slowly approached the suit hanging on the wall. Jake thought about his predicament, reasoning that while he knew he shouldn’t wear it, he couldn’t walk around a stranger’s barn completely naked either. His brain was trying to be rational but at the same time justify the growing need scratching in the back of his mind to relive his dream.

He gripped the suit in his hands and felt that familiar tingle, although much more subdued, radiate in his hand. The smooth material feeling as though it was gripping him back softly. He pulled the suit off its hanger and laid it on a dry spot on the bed to examine it better. It appeared to be a simple latex body suit. The arms and legs of the suit ending suddenly at the wrists and ankles. He remembered the small zipper at the base of the neck and quickly found it.

As he pulled the suit open he smelled that sweet scent from his dream. The smell of rubber and sex flooded his nostrils and caused his already throbbing member to start leaking again. He held up the suit and started to work his legs into it. The rubber, although seeming to gently grip his bare skin, was also seemed to glide over his legs with little effort and he found that it took almost no time at all to get both his legs all the way through the legs of the suit. The sensation of having his entire lower body gripped by the tight rubber sent another wave through the man, who let out an audible moan.

He rubbed his hands over his smooth rubber thighs, letting the pleasure wash through him. His mind was telling him to keep going so that he could get things cleaned up and taken care of but also because he couldn’t wait to feel the rubber caressing him in it’s entirety. He slid his arms into the sleeves easily and realized that the zipper may be a problem with his massive erection poking out of it.

Seeing as he had a task to complete, he reasoned he could deal with his throbbing problem afterwards and tried his best to tuck it into the suit. The rubber almost seemed to aid him in this effort, the slick interior holding his rock hard dick in place so we could zip up the suit. The rubber tightening against his skin as he pulled up the zipper caused him to shiver in pleasure and once he reached his neck and sealed it entirely, the pleasure elevated even higher.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt a load of precum shoot from his now trapped cock. He reached down to rub his member and although the latex was fairly thin and tight, he found that he could barely feel outline of it inside the suit and even more faintly feel it in his dick. He looked down at his crotch and noticed something that he didn’t see before. Emblazoned on his groin, between his legs was a faintly glowing lock symbol.

“How did I miss that?”, he questioned to himself, wondering if whomever had designed the suit had somehow made the rubber thicker in that area to prevent the very action that he was trying to do.

He moaned again and gave his bulge one more futile squeeze before refocusing on his task.  Now that he was ‘clothed’ he could go look for something to clean up his room. He opened the door and froze when he saw the horse drones, having completely forgot they were standing outside his room. All thoughts of cleaning up his room vanished as he slowly approached the muscular rubber horse drones.

He approached one of the drones, WL-5197, and rubbed a hand over its muscled torso. “My god, what I wish you could do to me right now,” he whispered to the drone.

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The Pup Club (1/7)

CHAPTER 1: THE NIGHT OUT

“Well isn’t this just great.” Caleb sighed into his half drank glass, stirring it with his straw mindlessly as he tossed around the idea of leaving the club. His friends had dragged him along and then proceeded to abandon him for their own personal pleasures.

He had heard of the club and it’s reputation for appealing to the more kink crowd and tonight didn’t do anything to sway his opinion of the place. The club’s theme seemed to revolve around pup play, with many of the employees dresssed in identical full rubber suits and masks, walking on their hands and knees and making various dog sounds rather than talking. Many patrons also seemed similarly equipped, although most acting like humans as opposed to playful pups.

Caleb broke free of his internal whining when he felt something brush past his leg. He glanced down to see a rubber clad pup staring up at him inquisitively. Although pups weren’t to his particular taste, he was taken back by how good the man looked in all rubber. The pup was wrapped head to paws in rubber, not even the slightest trace of human skin left showing. The only part that wasn’t rubber was a shiny silver chain collar around his neck with a bone shaped tag with the name BONE engraved onto it. He looked at the pup and sighed softly.

“Sorry buddy, I’m all good for right now.” Being abandoned by his friends had soured his mood somewhat and he wasn’t in the mood to play along, but at the same time didn’t want to appear rude.

Bone nodded, let out a acknowledging yip and trodded off, wagging his tail teasingly back at Caleb as he walked off. Caleb smirked at the sassy pup and went back to staring into his drink. He was supposed to be his friends’ designated driver so he didn’t want to leave but was starting to seriously consider it. He looked up for his friends, scanning the club for any recognizable faces but didn’t see a single one. He remembered seeing them all, one after another, heading back to the private rooms with either one of the clubs pups or a random patron.

“Well at least they are having a good time I suppose.”

He whispered softly to himself, not being able to help but feel a small pang of jealousy. Had he allowed himself a few alcoholic drinks, his inhibitions wouldn’t have been a thing and he would be having fun just like all his friends. Unfortunately he drew the short straw so that was out of the question.

Caleb was startled by a sudden bark next to him and turned toward the noice and saw Bone sitting before him once more, this time holding a drink in its paws, which were solid masses of rubber sealing his fingers underneath. He wanted to ask how the pup had managed to get all the way over here without spilling it, but decided he was better off not knowing. He was about to protest due to not being able to drink tonight, but Bone shook head and and gestured in a way that made him understand that it wasn’t alcoholic.

“Well in that case, thanks pal.” He took the drink and gave the pup a gentle pat on the head, which made it very happy. It yipped happily and trotted off, making sure to tease Caleb with his lithe rubbery behind as it did so.

Caleb smiled at the sight again and sipped the drink, it was sweet but didn’t taste like anything he had tried before. Sweet but had a hint of something he couldn’t quite place. He absentmindedly sipped on the drink while trying to figure it out, it was something familiar and it was driving him crazy. It wasn’t until it was gone did he realize how quickly he had downed the whole glass. He savored the aftertaste and scanned the room again, noting how many of the patrons had cleared out but his friends were still no where to be seen.

With another hearty sigh he leaned back in the chair and looked around, now that the club was a bit emptier he could see the surroundings a bit better, although nothing really seemed overly extravagant or out of place. It was all what you would expect. Wooden tables, chairs, leather seated booths, a small dance floor, a larger bar area with various screens all playing different things, mostly a slideshow of various pup outfits or advertisements.

One screen in particular caught his eye, actually causing him to do a double take to be sure. On one of the larger screens near the back, there was a porn featuring a handful of rubber pups fucking eachother, their shiny bodies rubbing, grinding, thrusting and fucking in an incredibly hot rubber orgy. Something about the video consumed his attention and for the first time since he had arrived, he had actually started to get aroused. Reaching down and rubbing his hardening cock through his jeans.

“I’m not sure they should be playing that in the main area but fuck thats hot.”

Bone, who had been keeping an eye on him for a while, slowly approached. He could see that Caleb was lost in a daze again and slowly approached as to not disturb him. His pose almost something akin to a predator hunting prey.

Caleb was rubbing himself absentmindedly watching the video when he felt something rub up against him. He looked down and saw Bone rubbing his rubber muzzle against Caleb’s groin. He reached out and pet the pup’s head, feeling the smooth rubber against his skin. It felt nice.

The pup looked up optimisitcally and gestured with its head towards the hallway marked “Private” and looked back at him. He looked at the hallway for a second, tossing around the options he had. He knew that his friends would most likely be ready to leave soon as it was getting pretty late, but at the same time, they had been gone for what seemed like hours at this point so he wasn’t too concerned if they had to wait for him or not. After a moment he started to get up, trying not to show the world his tented jeans.

“Alright, you convinced me. Lets go boy.” He jested playfully to the pup who barked happily and led him over to the hallway. The hallway was rather bland, just a few advertisements hanging up and lines with a handful of doors, some open, some closed. As he was led to the first open one, being was ushered inside by the pup.

Once the door was closed he flipped the light on and saw the room. It had a TV on the far wall playing the same ads from the main area with a small cushioned chair in the center and a small loveseat against the wall. Bone led him to the chair and pushed him down.

“Straight to it, eh?” Caleb asked, somewhat startled by the pup’s straight forwardness.

The pup barked and and padded at Caleb’s crotch with it’s rubber paws, clearly wanting his dick free from his jeans. Caleb was all too happy to oblige. He reached out to rub the pup’s head,unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down releasing his rock hard cock. Without a second though, the pup pounced on it. Wrapping its rubber canine muzzle around Caleb’s throbbing bone. He had had a blowjob before but this felt different, so much better than he could have imagined. This pup was clearly an expert, hitting every spot Caleb needed.

“Oh shit, you’re amazing!” He shouts as he rests his hands on the Bone’s head, forcing the pup’s muzzle down over his cock in an increasingly steady rate, thrusting his hips into the pup at the same rythym. He looked up toward the ceiling but something on the screen caught his eye.

The screen had changed from generic advertisements to the rubber pup orgy he was watching earlier, only this time he saw a man slowly approach the pack of sex-crazed pups. The camera panned over to the man’s rock hard dick and Caleb, in a half dazed stupor, noticed that it looked vaguely familiar. It panned up towards the man’s chest and Caleb saw a silver chain collar locked around his neck that read JET. The camera shot up to the man’s face and Caleb realized that it was him that in the video. He watched intently, enthralled by what was going on in the video, not realizing that his intense thrusting and throbbing erection were starting to subside as he stared at the screen, completely engrossed to the point that he was starting to actually be able to feel faint traces of what was happening in the video.

He watched as he slowly approached the pups, they all stopped and turned toward him, looking at him in a predatory manner. Caleb paused and went to  take a step back, intimidated by the pack focusing on him. He stepped back but something tangled up his feet, unleashing a loud squeak as he started to fall off balance.

He hit the ground and looked at a black rubber toy laying at his feet. He saw a surge of movement in front of him and realized the squeak had set the pups off toward him. They pounced on him and started rubbing against him, grinding their rubber bodies all over his. Everywhere their rubbery bodies touched felt like electric pleasure.

He felt one of the pups wrap its rubber maw around his throbbing cock and start to suck as another pinned his back to the floor. He turned his head slightly and ended up face to face with large black rubber cock. He could smell the intoxicating rubber and felt it press against his lips. Caleb had always considered himself a top and hadn’t sucked a dick in a very long time, but the rubbery musk was making the urge to surrender to it almost impossible to deny. He felt the pup sucking him off dive down hard on his dick, shooting a blast of pleasure through Caleb and he gasped in excitement. The rubber pup on top of him seized the opportunity and shoved his cock into Caleb’s mouth.

He felt the rubber dick slide down his throat and all he could taste was rubber, sweet intoxicating rubber. Caleb, rather than try to escape the sudden intrusion found himself wrapping his lips around the cock and hungrily sucking it. The pup panted in pleasure and started thrusting in and out while the pup wrapped around his own dick teased him mercilessly.

He felt and orgasm starting to build in his groin and started thrusting faster and faster into the pup’s maw and at the same time started sucking with the same vigor. Right as Caleb was about to unleash his load into the pup he heard a click and the stimulation on his cock stopped, halting right before tipping point. Caleb, overwhelmed with lust and who’s vision was blocked largely by the rubber cock in his face, glanced down and saw the pup was gone from his dick. He thought for a second he saw a glimmer of something shiny, but couldn’t make anything out for sure..

Lust and need filled his mind as a painful urge to orgasm consumed him. He tried to reach his dick but his hands were quickly pinned to the ground by the large pup face fucking him. He continued in frustrated lust for a while longer, relishing the feeling of the rubber ramming into his throat. He finally felt the pup tense up, thrust one last time, and unleash a howl as Caleb’s mouth and throat were filled with the large pup’s hot rubber cum. Caleb’s world exploded as he felt wave after wave of pleasure course through his cock, throbbing but never achieving full release himself. Need, lust and agonizing pleasure overloaded Caleb’s horny mind and everything started to get blurry, fading away. The last thing he felt was the pup’s rubber cock sliding out of his mouth before he passed out completely.

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The Pup Club (2/7)

CHAPTER 2: CALEB’S NEW LOOK

Caleb woke the next morning in his bed. He groggily rubbed his eyes and stretched a bit before realizing that he had no recollection of how he or his friends had gotten home. Fearing the worst, he shot out of bed, grabbed his phone. He saw a message from one of his pals and started fearing the worst.

He hurriedly opened up the text and read it. Apparently when they came out to leave, he was no where to be found. They asked the bartender about it and said he saw him go back to the back room and didn’t want to disturb him so they called a cab. He breathed a heavy sigh and sat back down on his bed, trying to remember how he himself got home.

He remembered following the pup into the private room and getting the best blow job of his life but everything seemed to get fuzzy after that. He reminesced over the amazing blowjob for a moment and felt his cock start to harden, but it felt strange, tight almost. Something was stopping his cock from getting fully erect. He figured his boxers were bunched up and went to release his dick from their grip but stopped when he felt something hard where his dick was. He gave it a probing squeeze and realized that the entirely of his cock was trapped in something hard and unyielding.

He quickly undid his pants and pushed them down to see what was there and gasped when he saw that his cock was locked up in a shiny solid metal chastity cage with a little pawprint engraved on it.

“What the fuck!?” he exclaimed, gripping the cage as his cock struggled against its’ new metallic prison. He pulled at it but after a few attempts came to the realization that it wasn’t coming off without it being unlocked first.

He ran to the bathroom to get a better look at his new accessory in the mirror when the glint of something shiny under his shirt caught his eye. He took off his shirt to discover that in addition to his new cage he also had a silver chain collar, identical to the ones from the club, locked around his neck with a bone-shaped tag hanging from it with the name JET engraved on it. Seeing the collar locked around his neck and the name on the tag cause his dick to strain even harder and he moaned in frustrated agony.

“What the fuck happened last night?!” he said to himself, wondering if he should tell his friends about it but something told him to keep it to himself and go back to the club tonight to get it taken care of.

The rest of the day had been utter torment, he had to call in sick to work so he would not have had to explain the collar to his coworkers but more importantly, he found that he was also trapped in a state of constant aroused frustration. His cock never stopped trying to get hard, getting blocked by the cage and had started leaking precum at a steady rate. He was so horny that he could barely think straight and would have done anything for relief. He was in complete agony when the time came for him to head over to the club to get this all taken care of. He grabbed a hoodie to hide the collar around his neck and headed out.

Getting to the club, however, was a lot more hassle than he had anticipated with his constantly leaking member starting to make a noticeable wetness in his pants and upon reaching the club has turned into a rather obscene patch in his jeans. He realized that he couldn’t walk in looking like he did and begrudgingly took off his hoodie, revealing the collar for all to see, and wrapped it around his waist to hide the ever increasing patch of precum.

As he walked up he felt the bouncer staring at his collar and smirking but didn’t say a word. As he passed through the doorway he was greeted by the familiar setting from the night previous. The same advertisements, the same staff, it was like he never left. He looked around for someone to talk to, figuring the pups wandering around the club wouldn’t be much help. He decided to head further in.

He made his way to the bar area and flagged down the bartender, the only employee he could see that was walking on two feet. The man turned and walked toward him. Caleb couldn’t help but admire the man’s body, wearing a tight rubber suit, a harness, a black rubber pup mask and a shiny silver collar identical to the one Caleb had on, only his name tag read FETCH.

The bartender stopped in front of Caleb and eyed the collar around his neck for a moment, the mask over his head masked his expression and Caleb had a hard time reading him.

“Hey there…uh…Jet, what can I do for ya.” For some reason unknown to Caleb, being called by the name on his collar caused his already tormented cock to strain even harder against its prison, he shuddered slightly as he felt another load of precum shoot into his jeans.

“Hey there, names Caleb actually. Look, I, uh…came here last night and must have blacked out somehow but when I woke up this morning, I’ve got this thing around my neck and a, uh, another thing I can’t seem to get off. I was hoping there may be someone here that could help me out.” He gestured to his groin but was too embarrassed to say what it was in public.

Fetch looked him up and down and shrugged.

“Well I’m not quite sure what you’re meaning but the collar appears to be one that employees are given although I don’t know any pups named Jet. What else did he give you?”

Caleb gestured again but realized that with his hoodie in the way, it was pointless to keep trying to hint. He leaned in close and whispered, “My cock is trapped in a cage and it’s driving me insane.”

Fetch let out an audible yip that sounded like a stifled laugh and Caleb flushed a bright red color.

“So ya woke up caged and collared by someone here? I’m not sure how that even happens or how much help I am going to be but let me call the boss and see if he knows this Jet. He is a pretty busy guy though, especially during operating hours so it may be a little while before he can see ya, let me get ya a drink while you wait.”

Caleb sighed and sat down and rested his head on the bar. Fetch placed a glass filled with the same liquid from the night before in front of him which he absentmindedly grabbed and started sipping.

Fetch eyed him for a moment before walking away, hiding a devious smile as he walked off to get his boss.

Caleb quickly downed the entire glass, consumed once again in trying to figure out what it tasted like, it was so familiar yet foreign at the same time. He was too consumed in thought that didn’t notice Fetch return to the bar and set down a second glass, which he started sipping immediately. A few minutes later the sound of Fetch’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“I’m sorry to say that the boss had to leave early tonight due to a personal emergency, he left me in charge but I didn’t have a chance to speak to him before he left.”

Caleb lowered his head, he was devastated. His final hope of getting out of this dilemma and finding sweet release had just vanished. He cupped his head in his hands and sighed heavily.

“God, I am so fucking horny. I’d give anything to get some relief. I don’t know why but I have been so goddamn horny all day. I’m not normally like this but all day it’s all I’ve been able to think about, which makes this damn cage even more of a problem.”

Fetch rested a consoling hand on his shoulder and thought for a moment.

“I think I may have a solution for you. If nothing else it might get you through the night.”

Caleb looked up, willing to agree to almost anything.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well you’ll most likely want some privacy first, follow me.”

Fetch ushered him to follow, leading Caleb to one of the “private” rooms, which ended up being identical to the one he was in the night prior.

“Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” as he was closing the door behind him, he inserted, “Oh and you may want to lose your pants.”

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The Pup Club (3/7)

CHAPTER 3: MAIL CALL

Caleb sat down on the love-seat this time, slightly confused by bartender’s departing statement. He had no intention of stripping in the back of the club for no reason. He looked around the room idly until his eyes settled on the screen, playing a different video involving a large, muscular rubber pup vigorously assaulting a twink dressed up as a slutty mailman.

He watched as the muscular pup wrestled the mailman to the ground, ripped off his clothes and proceed pound the poor mailman’s ass with its massive rubber cock. Around the pup’s neck was a collar that marked him as SPIKE. He kept shoving his thick rubber dick into the mailman’s ass, who took it greedily. Caleb’s dick throbbed against his cage with each thrust but Caleb didn’t seem to mind it at the moment. He was too wrapped up in the movie to care about his own situation.

Man I wonder what they feels like? Having a thick rubber dick shoved up my ass. That’s so damn hot!

He wasn’t aware but his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and was panting heavily as he watched. He also wasn’t aware that Fetch had returned and was speaking to him until he heard the pup shout.

“JET!”

He snapped his attention to Fetch, not realizing he had just responded to his collared name or that he had was sitting there naked, having stripped off all his clothing except for his cage and collar.

“Oh sorry, I must have spaced off there for a second. What was your id…?”

His heart stopped for a moment and his voice stuck in throat once he saw what was in Fetch’s hand. He was both excited beyond imagination but also slightly startled by it. Clutched in Fetch’s hand a large, black, rubber dildo shaped almost identical to the one the pup had in the video, although slightly smaller.

“Now I know it’s slightly unorthodox but we get many people with many different ‘hobbies’ and many of the more submissive sorts often talk about how their Masters don’t unlock them and they end up finding temporary relief with some anal stimulation. Massaging the prostate in a sort.”

Caleb couldn’t pry his eyes off the rubber dildo and looked at it lustfully, only half hearing what Fetch was saying. His cock strained hard against its metal prison and was practically leaking a stream onto the floor. He reached out to grab it, but didn’t want to appear too excited.

“I’m so horny, I’m willing to try anything.”

Fetch eyed him and snickered softly.

“You want some help or you got it? Your face says you’ve never tried it but you seem fairly confident.”

Caleb shook his head, “Nah man, I got it. I’ll admit I’ve always been more of a top but it can’t be that hard to figure out right?”

Fetch shrugged, handed over the cock and departed, leaving Caleb to his own devices.

Caleb was practically shaking with anticipation as the clenched the thick rubber cock in his hands. The rubber was smooth and slick, like it was slightly lubricated. He held it close to his face and examined it closely, the smell of the rubber setting his senses on overdrive. He needed this in him, right now!

He set carefully pressed the tip against his virgin hole and pushed. The dildo stretched his hole wide causing him to bite his lip to stifle a slight yell. He stood there for a moment, allowing his hole to get used to the girth before trying again. The ease in which the remainder of the plug slid in him how good it felt surprised him. Something about how it felt as it filled him up made him want it further inside right now, he wanted to feel it pushed in deeper and deeper into his ass. He felt it brush faintly against his prostate and it caused a wave of pleasure to course through him as he shot a massive spurt of precum onto the floor.

He kept pushing it in as far as it would go but it would only barely graze where he needed it to before it slid out when he stopped pressing. He looked around frantically, trying to find something to solve his problem and decided that he could sit down in the chair and use the weight of his body to push it further in. He lustily positioned himself over the chair and flopped down.

The force of impact did the trick and he felt the rubber cock slam against his prostate. It caused him to shoot another load of precum out onto the floor but he still needed more. He absentmindedly started staring at the video in front of him as he happily bounced up and down on the chair.

He watched as the pup on the video continued to fuck the mailman silly, who he now noticed was wearing a shiny metal collar as well. It zoomed in on the mailman’s toned chest and he could see that the tag dangling on the man’s collar read JET. It took him a moment to recognize the name and he realized that it the name on his collar. The video panned up to the man’s face and Caleb realized that he was the one dressed up getting fucked by the rubber pup in the video.

He was too lost in his horny daze to question this and began to feel like he was in the video more than in the room. He felt the rubber pup on top of him, smelling the strong scent of rubber and sex. He looked back at Spike, his alpha, as he thrust his cock into Jet’s greedy ass, relishing the feeling of being dominated. He was suddenly aware of how right this all felt, getting mounted by his dominant alpha and being an obedient little pup. He felt the muscled pup tense and heard a loud howl as the pup rammed his cock in one last time and unleashed a torrent of hot alpha pup seed into his greedy hole, marking him forever as an owned pup.

Jet let out a howl at the same time as lust swept through him and he was assaulted by the most intense blast of euphoric pleasure he had ever felt while at the same time never achieving a full orgasm himself, the wave pushing him to the right to the edge but never over. He unleashed a flood of precum from his cage cock as he felt himself flowing away with it. As the wave subsided, so did his consciousness, fading back into a needy urge as he blacked out.

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The Pup Club (4/7)

CHAPTER 4: WHAT A TAIL

Caleb awoke the next morning in his bed. He immediately shot up, wondering what the hell happened. He remembered that the bartender had offered him an…oh god…what had he done and how the hell did he get home?.

He jumped out of bed immediately noticed that his cock was significantly less needy now, he could still feel the it faintly but it was no where near as debilitating as the day prior. He gripped the warm metal in his hands and sighed. He had hoped he could get out of it last night, but it looks like he would need to go back again and hopefully speak to the boss tonight.

He tried to remember what had happened but after he started playing with the dildo his memory got fuzzy. He felt a slight itch in his ass and figured it was just his hole being sore from the immense pounding but froze when he reached back to rub it and felt something else there.

He twisted around and gasped. Firmly lodged in his hole was a black rubber tail. Freaked out he immediately gripped the tail and went to pull it out. It resisted removal but after a moment of strain, he felt it slide out of his gaping hole. He stood there, holding the thick rubber tail in his hand, seeing that the base was the same dildo shape as the toy he had last night.

“What the fuck, I must have passed out with it still in me. This is getting out of control!” he said in an exasperated break, not quite remembering if the tail part had been there last night or not.

Caleb was starting to panic as he felt his cock tense against the cage once again and felt a itch starting to form in his gaping hole. He felt empty, like something had been removed from his very being.

“Oh fuck!” Caleb yelled as his hand shot to his ass as he began fingering his hole in an attempt to satisfy his new sudden urges, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the itch. He needed to be filled by something more than a finger. He needed something thick..and…rubber…

His eyes locked onto the rubber tail at his feet.

…He needed his tail.

Without a second though, he grabbed the plug and greedily slid it back into his hole, which accepted it effortlessly. The itch began fading immediately but the throbbing agony in his dick only subsided slightly. Just enough to not be debilitating.

He stood there for a moment, out of breath and glistening with sweat. Watching his tail wag back and forth with his movements, feeling its’ weight sway against his sensitive hole.

“Well I suppose I’ll have to leave it until I can get this damn cage off. Fuck, how did this even happen?”

Caleb was forced to call in to his job a second day. Fearing that the tail would be too obvious to hide effectively. He spent remainder of the day either playing with his tail or daydreaming about the rubber pups from the club. He actually found himself forgetting about the cage for a while as he idly played with the new toy invading his hole.

The day passed quickly and Caleb discovered that as he started to get dressed that the tail was going to be much more problematic with clothing than he initially thought. Whenever he covered it up it would get bunched in the fabric and stop being as effective at holding his neediness at bay. He decided to cut a small hole in some old shorts for the tail, noting that they seemed a little tighter than he remembered them being but didn’t seem to care too much, they showed off his ass rather nicely. He also tossed on a sleeveless shirt, more concerned with making sure he was comfortable with the tail than he was with hiding his collar this time.

The trip to the club had been fairly interesting. He found that driving was a bit tricky as whenever he sat down the tail would press up inside of him and cause him to spurt precum and shudder. At one point, he noticed that someone had been staring at him oddly as he bounced up and down in his car, pleasuring his ass while waiting at a stoplight. He was mortified but it was an exhilarating experience nonetheless.

He arrived at the club, walking through the door not thinking about the fact that his shorts were now soaked with precum. He immediately headed to the bar and flagged down Fetch, who saw him coming up to the bar and had prepared a glass of what was quickly becoming Caleb’s favorite drink.

“Hey Jet…er Caleb, sorry. The boss is still out but has reassured me that he will be back later tonight.  It’ll be at least a few hours I imagine.

Caleb nodded and shrugged, “No worries man, I’m sure I can find a way to pass the time.” His eyes immediately spotting a rubber pup walking past him, waging its tail in a tantalizing manner which caused his dick to start to stir against its metallic prison once more. Caleb winced, realizing that for the most of the day, his urges had been kept in check and he kind of put them on the back burner, but now they were quickly returning him to a state of needy agony

Fetch nodded, returning to his other duties while Caleb sipped away at the drink, watching the rubber pup employees padding around the club. He savored the sweet drink for a while before downing the remaining portion and turned around, resting his back on the bar so he could view the entirety of the club. He didn’t know why but the sight of the pups rubber suits glistening in the lighting was causing his dick to strain against the cage and start leaking into his shorts, which to too tight to hide the growing patch.

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The Pup Club (5/7)

CHAPTER 5: PUPS ONLY

He kept staring at the shiny suits and the sexy little pups wearing them, feeling his cock let loose another load of precum. He idly reached down to rub his caged cock but realized that he felt something damp and sticky when he did so. He looked down and immediately realized that the entire front side of his shorts were soaked with precum. Embarrassed, he quickly spun back around facing the bar to hide the obnoxious wet spot in his pants. He felt his cock spurt again and the agonizing urge to release was quickly becoming irresistible. He stood there bend over the bar to hide his shorts the best he could when he saw Fetch approaching, clearly noticing he was in some sort of distress.

“You alright? You look like you’re having a bit of a problem.”

Caleb looked up at him and slowly revealed his shorts to the bartender.

“I might need to wait for your boss in one of the private rooms. Is that alright and do you possibly have a lost and found where I can borrow some spare clothes?”

Fetch paused for a moment to think, and shook his head.

“I don’t see any harm in using one of the private rooms, they rarely fill up on a busy night so having one occupied for a while shouldn’t be an issue. As for a lost a found, we don’t really keep anything left by our patrons unless its something like a wallet or jewelry. Go ahead and head down to the room and I’ll see if I can find something for ya. Oh, and make sure to use the ones further back so people don’t complain.”

Caleb sighed and started his embarrassing walk to the private room. Even though no one cared or even noticed him aside from the occasional passing glance or the odd excited pup, he felt like every person there was staring at him and he quickly rushed into one of the rooms. He closed the door and was let out a sigh of relief that he was finally out of that situation.

He looked around the room and saw the same chair, same love-seat and same television as all the others. He went to sit down and realized that he didn’t want to sit in his soaked shorts and get precum everywhere so he took them off before sitting on the couch. Carefully positioning his cage in such a way that his constant leaking would get caught by his shorts on the floor, what was more precum going to do to them at this point.

He let out a sigh, partially wondering how this had all happened..was he really this unlucky and partially wondering what to do in this room for the next few hours with his cock practically throbbing nonstop only adding to his frustration and need. He idly glanced over at the screen to see what movie they were playing today.

It appeared to a video of a two rubber clad pups fucking each other. He watched intently as the larger one dominated the smaller, zooming in to show its massive rubber cock fucking the smaller pup’s hole. The next scene cut through and it showed the smaller dog shoving its muzzle down on the alpha’s cock, a look of pure bliss and excitement plastered on his face. Suddenly the scene shifted again to show a naked man wearing a collar and a cage walk into the room. The man seemed aroused beyond words and clearly wanted to join the pups for some fun. The camera zoomed in on the man and Caleb read his collar…JET… The camera panned up towards the man’s face and immediately recognized himself again. He didn’t question it and kept watching intently, feeling himself slowly getting pulled into the screen.

Jet approached the dogs hungrily, the urge to join them being his one sole purpose. The smaller one, who he now recognized as Bone, was currently taking the larger alpha’s cock in his ass and whipped his head around toward Jet and barked, causing the alpha to look around as well. He let out a low aggressive ruff and pointed to a sign that read “PUPS ONLY”

Jet stopped in his tracks and looked at the sign. He wasn’t a pup, but desperately wanted to play and to do that, he would have to become one. He looked around the room for anything about what that meant but came up empty. The alpha pup who he recognized now as SPIKE looked over at Jet and pointed to the ground in a commanding fashion. Jet looked at Spike as a moment and realized that pup didn’t walk on two feet, they walked on all four. He immediately fell to his hands and knees and started to approach again, consumed by lust for the two rubber pups.

Spike barked again and Jet froze. He was walking like a pup, what else could he possibly do. Spike pointed to the smaller pup and rubbed his rubbery ass.  Jet looked confused and Spike pointed to the sign again, which Jet saw read “RUBBER PUPS ONLY". Of course! To be a pup, Jet needed to dress like one too. He needed to be a rubber pup. He looked around the room but found nothing that could help him and sat there thinking of any solution to his problem. He was so horny, he would have done anything.

Jet watched the movie intently, panting heavy and completely oblivious to his surroundings. He had stripped down entirely and his horniness had reached a new level. His cock had succeeded in completely soaking everything he had worn and was beginning to pool around them. He was so completely enthralled by the movie that he didn’t realize the door had opened or that there was someone standing in front of him calling his name.

He faintly snapped out of his daze when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Fetch standing there. A low growl escaped his mouth as he positioned himself to pounce upon the poor bartender. Who saw what was happening and quickly spoke again.

“Easy there boy. I’m not that kind of pup.”

Hearing actual words sparked Caleb’s mind and caused him to come to his senses in a flash. Immediately he felt incredibly embarrassed and started apologizing.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I’m not usually like this. I think being locked up and unable to get off is effecting me more than it should.”

Fetch merely waved a hand dismissively, clearly finding his actions much more normal than he himself did.

“No problem. I get that kind of thing all the time. I do work here you know. I was thinking about your need for clothes and decided to take a look round our back room. The only thing I found that might work was one of our spare uniforms. Still looks to be in pretty good condition and you’re more than welcome to use it. I hung it on the back of the door.” He paused and glanced down at the pile of soaked clothing. “Oh and the boss is back.  I told him about your problem and he said he would be in sometime soon to get ya taken care of.”

Caleb watched the pup leave and close the door behind him and his heart stopped when he saw what Fetch had meant by uniform. He began to pant excitedly as he realized that Fetch had also conveniently solved the problem that had stumped him while he watched the video earlier. Hanging on the back of door was a shiny black rubber suit. Identical to the ones that the pups wore around the club.

He stood up and slowly approached the door. Reaching out and gripping the rubber suit in his hands. He slowly pulled it off the hanger and close to his face, smelling the scent of rubber and musk. The smell was intoxicating, he stood there with his cock leaking and smothered himself in the thick material, relishing the feel of it against his skin.

He pulled his face away and held it up, inspecting on how he might go about putting it on. He saw that there was a zipper down the back but also noticed that the hands and feet were sealed with heavy rubber, effectively making his hands into useless paws as soon as the suit was on.  He thought about it for a moment, trying to figure out how he would work the zipper once it was on him but was distracted when he heard a bark from the screen behind him.

He turned and saw the Bone standing there on all fours, staring at him expectantly. Almost seeming to be staring through the screen directly at him. Caleb stared the the pup for a moment, finding himself drawn into the screen once more.

Jet walked forward, suddenly aware he was back in the room with the pup still holding the rubber suit in his hands. He looked at the suit and pulled it open, inhaling deeply as the scent of rubber burned his nose. He slowly pushed an arm into the suit, relishing the feel of it gripping every inch of him as he did. It was tight but quite easy to slide in. His hand slid into the paw and he rubbed it over his chest, loving the fact that the rubber nullified any sensation from his fingers. He stepped into the legs of the suit, his cage pulsing as his cock strained tightly against it as the rubber tightly gripped his lower body. He then pulled the suit up and pushed his other arm in the sleeve, pulling the rubber tight against his chest and caged, throbbing cock.

He turned his head around and pawed at the zipper futilely and glanced over at Bone helplessly, letting out a meager whine. The pup let out a bark of understanding and immediately trotting over behind him. He could see the pup lean in close and grip the zipper in his muzzle and pull it up easily. The feeling of the rubber suit sealing up around him, tightening as it gripped every nook and cranny of his body in thick sexy rubber was overwhelming.  He dropped to his knees and rubbed his rubber paws over his new skin, letting out a happy bark as he did.

Jet continued to look himself over, relishing the feeling of the rubbery tightness all around him, admiring how his shiny body glistened in the light and how it accentuated his now lithe form nicely. He felt a surge in his cock and went to rub his rubber bulge with his paw, finding it even more arousing that he couldn’t feel anything at all, not the slightest bit if outside stimulation reaching his sealed and locked up pup cock. Pups weren’t allowed to play with their cocks without permission anyway and he desperately needed to be a good pup.

He turned around again and caught sight of himself in a mirror that hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was a pup, the tight rubber suit, the silver chain collar and beneath that, the cage that kept his puppy cock trapped in eternal arousal. He spun around and noticed that he couldn’t make out where the zipper was, or had ever been, on the suit but Jet didn’t care. Jet was a sexy rubber pup and that was all that mattered.

He realized that since he was a rubber pup now, he could finally play with Bone. He turned toward the pup and slowly started to walk over to him. He stopped immediately when he heard another commanding bark from behind him. He glanced over to the mirror. He was a on all fours, wrapped in a tight rubber suit, what else did he need?

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The Pup Club (6/7)

CHAPTER 6: JET’S NEW LOOK

Jet, sitting on all fours, sealed in tight black rubber, panting and staring at the television screen, turned around after hearing the bark. Standing behind him, on all fours, was a muscular black pup with an enormous rubber cock dangling between his legs. He looked up at the pup and immediately recognized it at as his alpha, reading his tag…SPIKE.

Jet lowered his head in submission and let out a quiet whine, wanting desperately to play, but not knowing what else to do. Spike grunted and walked closer, rubbing his hand, which was more like a glove, over Jet’s back, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the needy pup. He stopped in front of Jet, the intoxicating smell of rubber and sexy musk dulling what little senses the pup had left and presented his massive rubber cock to Jet, grunting in a commanding tone.

Jet didn’t need to think at all and eagerly pounced on the rubber cock, greedily taking the massive dick in his hungry mouth. The taste of rubber assaulted his senses as he set about pleasuring his alpha. The massive cock was too much for the pup to take in its entirety and Spike noticed, grabbing Jet’s head and forcing the little pup to take the his cock, all the way to the base. Jet, now currently having his throat fucked by rubber coughed but quickly fell into the rhythm of Spike’s thrusting. Excited that he was able to take his alpha’s magnificent cock.

The face fucking continued for a few minutes, getting faster and more vigorous as he finally heard Spike howl and unleash his load into Jet’s thirsty maw. The pup’s eyes lit up when he tasted his alpha’s cum, finally figuring out what he had been drinking all this time.  It was sweet with a hint of rubber and cum. He realized that he had been marking himself with his alpha’s cum from the very beginning and he was elated to finally figure it out.

As Jet greedily drank and licked up every drop of Spike’s delicious cum, Spike pulled his dick away and admired his newest pup. Walking around him as Jet licked some of the cum that had spilled onto the floor. Inadvertently exposing his ass to the alpha.

Jet let out a surprised yelp as he felt the massive rubber dick enter his pup hole. The tail no longer a plug in his ass, but an attachment to the suit, leaving his ass fair game. Spike’s massive dick stretching his needy hole further than the plug ever had and causing him in whine in pain while at the same time, loving every second in elated pleasure. He was made for this, he was a slutty rubber pup who loved serving dominant alphas.

He laid there, getting pounded by the rubber cock, each thrust ramming his prostate. Each pound rocking the poor pups frame but never bringing him to an orgasm, leaving him increasingly more and more horny with each thrust. He looked up at the screen for a moment and saw that it was showing the room he was currently in.

He could see his tiny pup body getting pounded by the muscular alpha pup and he noticed that the pup Spike was fucking on the screen didn’t have Jet’s face, that pup had a sexy rubber canine head. Jet looked back to the mirror in the room and saw his human face looking back at him. Then it clicked and Jet realized that to he needed a pup’s head to be a complete rubber pup!

He looked back at the screen happily and saw that there were a handful of pups sitting in the room staring at him. He stared at them, slowly feeling his mind being drawn away from the vigorous pounding by his alpha and into the screen.

He slowly approached the other pups, each identical to one other except for the names on their tags. He walked closer, stopping as he reached the center of the pack. The pups all began to circle him like they would prey. He noticed they all had large erect rubber cocks hanging between their legs and Jet could smell their combined scents. They all sreared up, presenting their cocks to him. Jet’s eyes shined with excitement and pure unbridled lust overtook the pup as he went to work pleasuring as many cocks as he could. Taking them down his throat, up his ass, rubbing them with his paws. He was in pure bliss as he showed his appreciation to his new pack. The pups all starting panting and barking as Jet felt them all tense at once and prepared himself for the amazing gifts that were about to cum.

Jet sat in the middle of his pack while they unloaded their thick rubber cum all over him, covering him head to paw in their delicious, sticky, rubber cum. He tasted the sweet rubber, savoring the taste as he felt the warmth of the pup’s combined load all over his face. Jet was lost in bliss, his senses on pure overload as he greedily slurped up all the cum he could, wanting only more. Lust taking over his entire being.

He felt the thick rubbery cum start to cool and seem to tighten against his skin, tingling pleasurably. He tried to wipe his eyes as best he could but the cum felt thick and hard in the area around his nose and mouth. He blinked a few times trying to see through the thick rubber cum. When his vision finally cleared he saw that the screen had gone blank and he was back in the private room of the club. Spike had finished with his hole and was sitting by the screen watching the new pup. Something seemed to be blocking some of his vision though and he turned to the mirror to see what it was.

He let out a surprised and enthusiastic bark when he saw that there was a rubber pup looking back at him. The pup was covered completely in rubber, his face being replaced by that of a sexy, happy rubber canine one. He raised up a paw to the feel his new face, running it tenderly down the length of his now canine muzzle. He reached up to feel his ears that were now sticking up from his head. He parked happily, finally seeing that was identical to all the other pups in the club except for his name tag.

There was nothing his dumb little pup brain could think of that would keep him from playing with his pack now and he couldn’t wait.

He padded around happily and nuzzled his new rubber muzzle against his alpha’s leg, who sat there for a moment longer before moving to open the door. Jet looked confused but Spike looked out the door and huffed. Jet was sad that he couldn’t play with Spike some more but knew he was being told to go so he slowly walked out of the room, exiting the private hallway and walking back out into the club area.

Upon entering the club proper, the pup immediately perked up as he saw all the other pups wandering around and all the new people that could play with him. He happily trotted off toward a group of young guys clearly celebrating something. Making sure to wag his tail seductively as he went.

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The Pup Club (7/7)

EPILOGUE

A few weeks went by and Jet was still as happy as he could be. He loved the times when the club was closed and he could play with the other pups, but learned a lot of things since his first day and couldn’t wait for when it was his turn to pleasure Spike, his alpha. As much as he loved it when the club was closed, he loved when it was open even more.

Tonight was no exception, he happily padded around the club, barking happily and rubbing up against the various patrons. One patron in particular had caught his attention. A cute young blond guy who had been sitting alone the whole night, sipping a drink and looking miserable. Jet had tried to cheer up the guy but was dismissed, but Jet wasn’t going to give up so easily.

He went to the bar and pointed out the man to Fetch, who nodded and poured him a glass of his alpha’s delicious brew. He carefully walked over to the man’s table and offered the drink. He was hesitant at first but took it after minimal coercing. Jet let out a happy bark when the man took his first sip, watching it spark something in his mind and he practically gulped it down, licking his lips when he was done.

Jet left the man for a while before returning, seeing his attention stuck on one of the screens. The pup crept up closer and could smell the unmistakable scent of cum coming from the man’s groin. He nuzzled the man’s hard cock and heard.

“Hey there, buddy. You’re a pretty cute little pup.”

Jet looked up at the man and winked seductively then gestured back to the private hallway. The man sighed, clearly reasoning with himself and finally started to get up.

“Sure why, not. You seem like you’re into it and I figure it’s only fair if I have some fun too. Let’s go.”

The rubber pup trotted happily toward the private rooms, leading the man to one that was empty, playing a video of a rubber pup orgy. The man sat down as Jet nuzzled his cock through his pants and looked up at the man, begging him to let it out.

The man laughed and happily obliged. Jet immediately set about pleasuring the young man’s bone. Going down on his cock like the hungry little pup he was. The man wasn’t as big as his alpha and Jet easily took the entirety of it. The man starting off being very rough initially, thrusting vigorously into Jet’s maw but as time went on Jet began notice his movements became lighter, more sluggish. Some more time passed and the man had all put stopped moving.

Jet looked up at the man and saw a blank stare, locked on the screen.  Seeing the man was enthralled by the video, Jet pulled his muzzle off the man’s deflating cock and sat there obediently watching the man start panting, he even thought he heard a quiet bark escape his lips. He sat there watching until he heard a door open.

He turned to see Fetch standing there with something shiny in his hands. He watched intently quietly as the bartender approached the man, inspecting him.

“Let’s check this one out shall we boy? He’s cute, reasonably endowed, not that it matters.” The bartender laughed and thought for a moment before continuing, “Yes I think he will make a fine addition. Good job Jet. You clearly have a knack for this.”

Jet felt a rush of pleasure course through him at doing a good job and being such a good boy. He watched the bartender pull something out of his pocket. He immediately recognized it to be a small metal cage. Fetch carefully guided the man’s cock into it’s new home and he heard a quiet click, sealing the young man’s fate.

He pulled out a silver chain and locked it around the young man’s neck, who shivered slightly and Jet could see his cock twitch against the cage. He moved in closer and read the soon-to-be pup’s name….RUFF.

Fetch dismissed Jet, who barked happily and trotted out of the room, back toward the main floor once more. Not being able to contain his excitement at that soon he would have a new pup to play with. Being a pup was the best when he could share it with others!

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Jarrod knocked on his roommate's bedroom door quietly. Earlier that day Ryan, his roommate had came home and complained about a weird thing that occurred while he was out at a club. Something about a weird rubber fetish group pretty much took over the place and caused everyone else to leave, saying that by the time he left that practically everyone there was part of that group, including the bartender that had served him multiple drinks. He complained that the drinks tasted weird and were making him feel sick and went to bed shortly after.

"Hey Ryan, you doing ok bud? You've been asleep for like 12 hours." he asked quietly.

All he could hear through the door was heavy breathing, almost labored. He knocked again and once again received no reply. He slowly opened the door to check on his friend and was almost immediately hit with a strong smell from inside the room. It smelled like a mixture of sweet and musky and made his head swim.

He held in a cough and looked for his roommate, seeing him standing in a dark corner or the room, facing the wall and breathing heavily. Something about his roommate seemed off but Jarrod couldn't see well enough to in the dimly lit room

"Ryan, you ok?" he asked, slowly approaching his roommate. Each step closer to his roommate only intensified the smell. He placed his hand on Ryan's shoulder and felt his roommate spin abruptly, he saw something faintly shiny and panicked.

In a rush of surprise, he scrambled up to a light-switch and flipped it on and what it revealed was even more surprising and only cause him more concern. His roommate was covered head to toe in black shining rubber, still wearing the clothes he had on last night but everywhere skin had been was now shiny and black. To make things even weirder, wrapped tightly around his head was a thick gasmask with blacked out lenses.

"Ryan, what the hell is going on man. You're freaking me out here." Jarrod exclaimed as the rubber man that used to be his roommate, apparently now awake, removed it's clothing and stood before him completely covered in rubber.

Ryan reached down and pulled a small zipper tab above his groin and Jarrod gasped again as a massive black rubber cock erupted from the opening. Almost immediately the smell that had permeated the room intensified and Jarrod found himself struggling to breath through the intense and almost intoxicating smell of rubber. The smell also seemed to be overpowering his mind as well as he found himself unable to run away and almost mesmerized by the rubber cock slowly approaching him. The heavy breaths of the gasmask echoing in his ears as he slips down to his knees.

Jarrod completely surrenders himself to the urges coursing through him as he takes the rubber cock into his eager mouth. Although he had never sucked a man before, nothing about the situation even sparked a single thought of alarm in his addled mind. All that mattered was the rubber cock in his mouth and the sweet taste of rubber.

He felt the rubber cock tremble and erupt in his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he had ever tasted before and his entire world exploded in ecstasy as he faded from consciousness.

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Jarrod awoke in his chair suddenly, shaking his head and cursing about how he must have fallen asleep. He turned his head toward Ryan's room and the door open but Ryan was done.

"Must have left while I was asleep, god...what a weird dream." he sighed as he went to rub the sleep from his eyes.

When his hand entered his vision he froze and his throat tightened in panic. His hand was completely encased in rubber, completely black and shiny. He stood up quickly and tore off his clothes only to confirm his fear. His entire body was covered in a black rubber suit. He reached around for a zipper or anything to get it off but came up empty. His rubber hands glided over his new skin sensually and if he hadn't been so alarmed, he would have stopped to enjoy himself.

He felt his face and took a little bit of solace in the fact that his head was still uncovered. With a deep breath he collected himself a bit and tried to assess what was going on. His hands never stopped caressing his rubber body and he became aware that at his groin, there was a small zipper tab.

Thoughts of the massive black cock jumped to the forefront of his mind and curiosity started to bud in his mind. He stared intently as his rubber hand unzipped the zipper over his groin. A small burst of joy coursed through him as he watched a massive black rubber cock spring forth.

Without a thought, he reached down and started stroking his new member. The pleasure was beyond words as his mind once again slipped away from him. All that mattered to him was the rubber, it felt too good to not stroke it.

As Jarrod mindlessly surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. The rubber around his neck started to expand upwards and cover his face. Within a minute his breathing was heavy as it passed through the mask that had become his face. It didn't matter to him anymore, all that mattered was his dick.

Each stroke pushed more and more of what made Jarrod who he is into his massive rubber cock. He didn't care though, he only cared about the rubber. He needed the rubber, he needed to share the rubber. He needed to OBEY the rubber.

With an unimaginable wave of pure pleasure, Jarrod felt himself cum. A muffled gasp of ecstasy escaped the new drone's mask as thick black rubber cum erupted from its' member, taking Jarrod with it. All that remained now was the newest rubber drone. Ready to obey its' Masters and spread the blissfullness of rubbery obedience to anyone and everyone.

The new drone slowly zipped its assimilation tool back into suit and robotically turned and walked out of the apartment.

*None of the images in this story are mind, if they belong to you, please let me know so I can credit.*

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Stop

"You said you could help me stop smoking? How?"

"Yes, actually. Hypnosis is one of the more successful strategies when it comes to smoking."

"You know hypnosis is just bullshit, right?"

"It worked for Clara."

"Wait, your girlfriend, Clara?"

"Yep. She went through a pack a day. Now, she's been cigarette free for five months."

"Sweet! How does it work?"

"Its best if you're comfortable. I help you relax, just talking, none of that swaying watch crap. Just listening to my voice and breathing. I'll give you a list of things to say, over and over, and the hypnosis will help imprint them."

"Uh, yeah. No. I'm not letting you tell my mind what to think."

"Ha! No, Syl, you say them. I can hypnotize you, but YOUR mind has to accept them. If YOU say them, then you know what you're saying and can accept them easier. I won't be doing anything but giving cues."

"Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense. So what would I be saying? What worked for Clara?"

"You want the same list? She smoked way more than you do."

"So?"

"So her list was pretty intense. It wasn't just surface level. It was... thorough."

"That. I want that."

"Okay, go change into something comfy. We'll be outside so you won't worry about me being pervy."

"I... I didn't think..."

"Yes, you did. Don't worry, everyone does. This way, you're comfortable, relaxed, and safe. You'll need to feel all of those to be hypnotized the first time. After that it gets easier, but the first time can take a while."

********

"Okay, I'm ready."

"You brought your cigarettes? Isn't that counterproductive, Sylvia?"

"Well... I... I just thought.... if it, y'know, works, I should be able to look and not be tempted?"

"Hmmm. I can see that. Okay, but set them aside, where you can't see them easily or you'll be distracted. You need to focus."

"Okay. Ready."

"Good. I want you to close your eyes and relax. Just focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Relax and listen to my voice. In deep. Out deep. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep."

"Mmmm."

"Just relax and breathe. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. In deep. Out deep. Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Relax and breathe. Listen to my voice. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. In deep. Out deep. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Deeper and deeper as you relax. Deeper and deeper."

"...deeper..."

"Good. Good. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Float along on my voice as you relax and breathe deeper and deeper."

"...breathe deeper..."

"Thats right. Good. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Deeper and deeper. Floating along on my voice, warm, safe and relaxed. In deep. Out deep. Breathe in deep, breathe out deep. Deeper and deeper into my voice as you relax and breathe in deep. Breathe out deep."

"...deep..."

"Good. So deep now, just listening. Just floating. Every breath deeper and deeper. Deeper into my voice. When I say One, you will say 'I don't think I need to smoke.' One."

"I... don't... think... I... need... to... smoke."

"Very good."

"Mmmm..."

"One."

"I... don't... think... I.... need... to... smoke..."

"Good. One."

"I... don't... think... I.... need... to... smoke..."

"Breathe deep. In deep, out deep. Every breath deeper and deeper as you float on my voice. Next, when I say Two, you will say 'I don't want to think about smoking.' Two"

"I... don't... want... to.... think... about... smoking..."

"Good. Very good. In deep, and out deep. Breathe in deeper, breathe out deeper. Two."

"I... don't... want... to.... think... about... smoking..."

"Good. Thats right. Two."

"I... don't... want... to.... think... about... smoking..."

"In deeper and out deeper. So deep now. So very deep. When I say three, you will say 'I need to obey my mantras and stop smoking. Three."

"I... need... to... obey... my... mantras... and... stop... smoking..."

"Good. Very good. Now every time you say them, they become more true. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Deeper and deeper as you float, so relaxed, on my voice. One."

"I... don't... think...-"

"Good. Two."

"...but..."

"Two."

"I... I... don't... want... to... think...-"

"Good. Three."

"...but... I... didn't..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey... my... mantras...-"

"One."

"...but..."

"One."

"I... don't... think...-"

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think...-"

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey...-"

"One."

"I... don't... think...-"

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think...-"

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey...-"

"One."

"I... don't... think...-"

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think...-"

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey...-"

"One."

"I... don't... think..."

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey..."

"Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Every time you say your mantras they become more and more true. One."

"I... don't... think..."

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey..."

"One."

"I... don't... think..."

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey..."

"Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Every time you say your mantras they become more and more true. One."

"I... don't... think..."

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey..."

"One."

"I... don't... think..."

"Two."

"I... don't... want... to... think..."

"Three."

"I... need... to... obey..."

"Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Every time you say your mantras they become more and more true. One."

"I don't think."

"Two."

"I don't want to think."

"Three."

"I need to obey."

"Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Every time you say your mantras they become more and more true. One."

"I don't think."

"Two."

"I don't want to think."

"Three."

"I need to obey."

"Deeper and deeper. Breathe in deep. Breathe out deep. Every time you say your mantras they become more and more true. One."

*********

"How do you feel, Syl?"

"Ugh... kinda hazy. Did it work?"

"I don't know. Are you thinking about smoking?"

"I don't think."

"Do you want to think about smoking?"

"I don't want to think."

"Do you need to smoke?"

"I need to obey."

"Good Girl. You can obey and pull that bra strap down for me. Don't think about it. You don't want to think. You need to obey."

"I don't think. I don't want to think. I need to obey."

"Good girl. Those are some beautiful tits. You and Clara can help train each other not to think."

"I don't want to think."

"What do you need?"

"I need to obey."

"Good girl. Then you need to obey and follow me. Clara was been waiting for her new slave sister. Do you think you want to meet the real Clara now?"

"I don't think. I don't want to think. I need to obey."

"Good girl."

[drone-0425]

The before and after shot. Jay was begging to be turned into a rubber gimp and had made all the right moves, chatting me up in the nightclub and telling me how he loved ‘kink’. I offered him the chance to become my gimp for a night and he jumped at the chance. A quick pose before he had a shower and then full encasement. He wasn’t expecting the nipple cup torture, the vibrating butt-plug or the breath control but the moans and groans followed by a very erect cock dribbling precum suggested he was enjoying it!

[drone-0425]

Your roommate for the semester Mike seemed like a cool guy. Hard worker, considerate, and friendly, the only problem was his tendency to always ask for favors and his smelly feet. 5th floor room was always hot in the August and September heat. First day of move in he asked you to help with his stuff, he was nice enough you couldn't say no to that and you wanted the year to start off well.

As time went on he would ask a little more. Worst yet he only shower every so often. You realized you lived with overvearing roommate with BO issues. Anytime you wanted to confront he gave you a smile and said. "You're just what I needed this semester." The guilt and feeling of approval kept you in place.

You over time got used to his smell even helping him out with out too much trouble: when he asked you to help with his home work, ask for the room when he had a girl, over, ask you get his laundry he forgot down stairs, etc. You didn't notice how comfortable you got around Mike, no longer waiting for an ask just anticipating his needs. When he gamed you naturally sat at his feet even when there was a free seat. His smell went from something to tolerate to something you craved.

One day he finalized the arrangement. He was typing a home work assignment and said that infamous line, "You're just what I needed this semester." He looked at you. "Take my sock off and worship my foot while I work."

You sit there flabbergasted at the ask, but you're more shocked at your eagerness. You look at his foot and lean closer taking in the sweaty smell. Almost like an outer body experience you take the sock off and start kissing his sole passionately.

He smirks at you, "Socks in your pillow sheet, post hypnotic suggestions, and training you properly. You're just what I needed this semester, an obedient foot slave." He was right you couldn't stop taking in his foot's aroma or kissing and nuzzling his soles. You knew that Mike would never let go of his hold over you and you were okay with that.