I had been waiting for weeks for the time to indulge in my favourite activity. Self Bondage. My roommate had taken a week off work and had gone away to Hawaii, leaving the apartment for the week to me and me alone. I was well prepared for my first night of freedom and unbeknownst to my roommate I had also taken the week off. I had a whole week ahead of me of rubber and self bondage.
I had visited my favourite toy shop about a month ago and had hidden the toys for my week of fun under my bed. It was time to bring them out. I pulled the suitcase out from under my bed and opened it. Inside the case was a perfectly new, custom made. heavy rubber shoulder entry catsuit with a heavy hood. The smell of new rubber wafted up from the case and I began to go hard. This was going to be fun, or so I thought, but I would soon find out that things were going to go horribly wrong.
I began to strip off my clothes. First the 3 piece suit came off, then my shirt and tie until I was only left in my underwear. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked good in white boxers and a tight white athletic shirt. My hair, which had just been freshly cut - high and tight of course - looked amazing and made it very easy to get a rubber hood over my head, and was much easier to explain than a fully shaved head. I had worked hard on my body and its muscular form looked amazing in tight black rubber. My cock, which was a very good size, poked its way through the fly in my boxers, the anticipation of what was to come had made it very hard. If I stood there any longer looking at myself I would jack off and ruin the purpose of tonight, to get myself incredibly horny but completely unable to satisfy myself. I removed my underwear and grabbed the catsuit and my favourite lube.
I squeezed the lube into the catsuit and began to work it around the inside of the suit with my hand, the better the lube placement the easier this incredibly tight suit would go on. I pushed my leg into the leg of the suit and felt a rush of excitement as the air escaped from the suit. The rubber gripped my leg like a second skin. My other leg was held just as perfectly in the rubber and I pulled the suit up to my crotch. It felt absolutely amazing when I pushed my cock into the suits sheath and I almost came then and there. After a short struggle I managed to get my balls into the ball sack of the sheath, and then pulled the rest of the suit up over my torso. My arms came next and as I forced them into the suit into the gloves at the end the suit hugged me even harder. I was already starting to sweat into the heavy rubber, and the sensation made me even harder. Finally I pulled the hood over my head, which moved easily over my high and tight, another reason for loving military haircuts, and I tucked the cowl into the back of the suit. To finish off my encapsulation in rubber I pulled the shoulder zips up closing the suit. I wasn’t finished yet. To ensure that I could not free myself from my rubber bondage I put on a locking collar, without which my slavery would not be complete, and locked the zips of the suit to it. I was ready for the next stage.
The catsuit had a zipper over the ass to allow for easy access. I opened the zip and my ass immediately felt the cool of the outside air against it. I reached into my bag and pulled out the plug. It was very long and thick and would become quite uncomfortable very quickly. I lubed it well and got down on my knees and put my head to the floor and my ass in the air. I slowly pushed the plug against my ass and began to apply pressure. The lube I was using was very good and the plug eased its way into my rectum. As it got thicker I applied more pressure and I began to groan with pleasure as it slid further into me. Suddenly my sphincter clamped down over the plug and it shifted into place. I stood up and did up the ass zip of the suit. Next I pulled a heavy harness gag out of my bag.
There is no use placing yourself into bondage without taking away your power to scream for help, and I never feel bondage is complete unless I am silenced. I opened my mouth wide to take the ball of the gag into it and buckled it behind my head, then I placed the strap that went up my forehead and down the back of my head and bukled it into place tightly. The last strap which went under my chin forced my mouth to close tighter around the ball finalised the gag. To test it I tried to scream over it and all that came out was a muffled mmmmmph. Fuck I love a good gag. It was time to finish up.
I took the hand and leg cuffs out of my bag and began to put them on. The leg cuffs were double locking and attached by a six inch chain to make walking very difficult. The handcuffs, which were joined by 3 links, secured my hands behind my back. I shuffled towards the box in the corner of the room and dropped the keys to the cuffs in it and closed the lid and spun the combination lock on the box, securing the keys. Then I shuffled over to the bed and put laid myself down on the bed, fumbling for the combination lock I had placed there. When I had the lock in my hand I placed it through the middle link of the hancuffs and laid on my stomach and brought my legs up to my wrists. I then put the lock through a link in the leg irons and closed the lock and spun the combination, effectively hog tieing myself. I pulled against my bonds to test them and then laid and waited. Within five minutes the lights in my room, which I had on a timer, went off leaving my in the dark. There was no way I could undo the combination lock in the dark and because of this I would spend the night in tight self imposed rubber bondage. My cock was still hard and I tried to get off by rubbing it up against the bed. This felt good but was not enough to get me off. I would have to wait until morning to free myself and deal with my frustration. I began to drift off to a peaceful sleep
I was not sure how long I was asleep when I was suddenly woken by the light coming on in the room. As my mind awoke I wondered what I had done wrong with the timer to cause the lights to come back on. Thats when I heard the voices that struck terror into me.
"Shit this is too easy, look at him, he’s already trussed himself up for us!"
"Told you he would be!"
I rolled onto my side to see who was in the room with me. Two men wearing balaclavas were in the room. I tried to scream at them to get the fuck out of my apartment but the gag wouldn’t allow me to make any coherent sound.
"Oh he is a fiesty one isn’t he. He’s gonna find it hard to adjust to being a slave. Maybe we should give him his first lesson in obedience."
"Sounds like a good idea"
They both moved towards me, and as they did I tried to move away from them but my bonds stopped me.
"Grab him John!"
John who was the slightly taller of the two reached out and grabbed my arms. Instinctively I lashed out with my legs and had they not been attached to my ribs they may have been some use. John dragged me off the bed and threw me onto the floor. He then undid the ass zip of my catsuit.
"Oh lookee here Pete, he likes to be plugged. Well he’s gonna enjoy this little experience then!"
"Yep I bet he can’t wait."
John pulled on the plug out of my ass and I suddenly knew what was coming next when I heard him undo his zip.
"Hold him down Pete!"
Pete moved in front of me and his boot came down on my back pulling the chains that confined me tighter. Suddenly John’s hard cock entered my ass and he began to pump me hard. I screamed through the gag against the rape. I had fantisized about being raped but had never expected it to happen and I didn’t like the experience. His cock felt huge as it moved inside my ass and as it massaged my prostate I found myself becoming hard again. As he reached his climax so did I, and it was very intense, despite the terror of the situation.
"Not a bad fuck this one Pete. Your turn"
Without hesitation Pete was inside me. He was much bigger than John and it hurt like hell. This time the experience would not bring any pleasure only pain. I screamed through the gag trying to appeal to him to get off me. Pete finished his business with a grunt of ecstacy and pulled out of me. I sobbed into the gag, hoping this was all a sick joke.
"Look Pete he’s crying! You had better get used to this slut, it’s going to be one of your primary functions in life from now on."
"Lets get him ready for shipment John"
The next thing I knew a rag soaked in chloroform was forced over my face and the room began to go black. I woke a short time later and found that the cuffs had been removed from me. My first thought was to get the fuck out of there and I tried to move but my limbs would not respond.
"Hey he’s awake"
"Good it’s always better to crate them when they are concious. It helps them feel the hoplessness of their situation. "
One of them picked me up under the arms and propped me up against the wall. My limbs were limp and the only thing holding me up was the wall. I saw in front of me a box about 4 feet long, with various straps inside of it. This must be the crate they were talking about.
"Oh look at the terror in those eyes."
If I could have moved my mouth and pleaded with them through the gag I would have, but the drugs they had given me made it impossible for me to make any sound.
The two intruders moved towards me, John grabbing me under the arms and Pete grabbing my legs. They sat me in the crate with my knees doubled up at my chest. One side of the crate was open which allowed them easy access to the straps in the crate. Pete secured my ankles with heavy leather cuffs so that my feet were flat against the floor of the crate. He then buckled a heavy leather belt around my waist and pulled it tight securing me to the floor of the crate. John busied himself with my arms, securing my wrists with heavy cuffs and then my arms just above my elbows with more cuffs. Pete secured my knees with more belts to the top of the crate making me unable to move my legs at all. Another belt was tightened over my chest, pulling my back hard against the back of the crate. Finally a heavy posture collar secured my neck against the back of the crate.
"Fuck these crates are state of the art. Look at the slut, he’s got no chance of getting out of there."
It was true. As I slowly felt the drugs start to wear off I tried to struggle against my bonds. It was futile. I looked at my captors and pleaded with my eyes. Please don’t do this!
"Oh look he thinks he can get out of this by pleading. It’s useless slut. You are now property and goods not a human. Sorry"
I screamed in anger and thrashed in the crate but bound as I was I could obtain no leverage to move myself. "Fuck you!" I screamed into the gag but it was unintelligable. I slumped back in the crate and wept. This can’t be happening to me.
"Ok close it up and move him out"
The side of the crate was lifted up and bolted into place. It was secured by several locks and I was plunged once more into darkness. I struggled once more as the crate was lifted into the air trying to get free. Even if I could get out of these bonds I couldn’t open the crate from the inside. I was a helpless captive, becoming more and more aware of my situation as I felt myself carried out of my apartment. No-one would miss me for the next week and by the time they noticed I was gone God only knows where I would be. Tears streamed down my face as I began to comprehend my predicament. I screamed intothe gag once more trying vainly to attract attention to my helplessness, but it was useless. Surprisingly my cock was once again rock hard but there was no way to satisfy myself at the moment.
A strange smell entered the crate and slowly I lost conciouseness again.
Sold Into Slavery Part 2
Strange dreams permeate the darkness. Struggling. Trying to run from some unseen force that has me on a leash that seems to trail behind me forever. Unable to get away from the unknown, screaming for help but all those around me turn their heads or look the other way. The bluriness around me starts to focus. My head feels light but heavy at the same time. I just want to sleep because sleep is the only thing that seems to be of comfort, or would be if it wasn’t for the dreams. I fight to regain consciousness, but the strange smell around me makes it impossible.
The dreams are very vivid. Hands smearing something over me, water washing me down. I try to push the hands away but for some reason I am unable to move. Then a strange tightness, but something that feels familiar and comforting, like being wrapped in a cocoon. I open my eyes breifly and see strange figures, dark figures that seem to be working on me. My body looks strange, hairless and covered in a clear coating that fits my body like a glove. Then I just drift into oblivion.
Slowly the dreams subside, or do they. I awake in a large room. I look down at my body the clear coating is still there. It is like a clear seamless rubber catsuit. Now I know I am dreaming. I must be having the most wonderful dream laying on my bed in my custom made catsuit, in my self imposed bondage. There are other men in the room and they too are covered head to toe in clear rubber, we all seem to be in the same predicament. We are all standing in a glass tube that runs from floor to ceiling, arms strapped to our sides above the elbow and at the wrist, by a tight fitting harness. Our faces are hidden by a type of hood that seems to have tubes running out of it, two that run into the nostrils and one that runs into the mouth. I look down at my cock and balls but cannot see them as they are covered by something that looks like a large round suction cup, also with a tube running from it. I see on one of the others that there is also a tube running into his ass. I look down and see that the tubes run into the floor. Man this dream is wild. This is quite a setup. I try to communicate with the others but the tube in my mouth does not allow me to make any noise. They all seem as startled as me, looking around the room noticing the others around them and the uniformity of our captivity.
Suddenly figures are standing around the tube I am held captive in.
"Slave 10 is awake. You can begin to cleanse it"
Slave? Slave? What the hell are they talking about. Suddenly it all comes flooding back to me. The men bursting into my room as I lay there enjoying my self imposed captivity. The rape and the crate. Being strapped into a box and carried from my appartment. No one knowing that I am missing, not at least for a week. I realise that this isn’t a dream.
THIS IS REAL. I AM A CAPTIVE OF THESE MEN AND THEY ARE CALLING ME A SLAVE!
I begin to struggle, trying to free my arms.
"Resistance is useless Slave 10. If you continue you will be punished. You must learn to submit. Look at the position you are in. Even if you could free your arms you are sealed in an unbreakable tube. There is no escape. Submit or be punished."
I slump against the tube and begin to sob. Suddenly I feel something warm flooding into my ass, a relentless flow of liquid into my rectum. My first reaction is to try to pull the tube out of my ass, but my arms are pinned to my side. I throw myself up against the walls of the tube trying to dislodge this tube up my ass. My bowel begins to swell to a painful size. The flow stops but is trapped inside me. Suddenly I feel a stabbing pain in my cock and balls, like someone has set them on fire. I am thrown against the wall of the tube, all of my muscles tensing, as an electric current is sent pulsing through my body. I scream into the tube expelling all the air from my lungs. As I try to fill them again after the shock subsides I realis that I cannot take a full breath. I suck the tube with all my might but there is no air. I struggle to breath as things start to go black again. Just as I think I am going to lose conciousness the flow of air starts again.
"The more you resist slave the more we will control you. If however you submit you will find things a lot easier. You will have to learn that your only option is submission now. You are a slave and have no rights. You are property and can be bought and sold at your masters whim. The sooner you learn this the better things will be for you."
I stared around the room in disbeleif. There were at least 20 other men in the room with me, all captive like myself. I hung my head in submission. I was beginning to realise that at this time resistance was useless and futile. But I was not giving up. Sooner or later I would have an opportunity to escape. I would wait until then.
The enema inside me began to hurt. I squirmed and pushed trying to force it out of me but I couldn’t expel it from me.
"Thats right slave we control even your bodily functions. Would you like us to remove the enema?"
I nodded my head - Yes!
"Do you acknowlege that you are a slave and our property?"
I shook my head vigourously, NO! NO! NO!
The flow of liquid started up again, filling my bowel even more, increasing the pain I was feeling tenfold. Could I have doubled over in the tube I would have.
"You had better answer that question again Slave and you had better give the correct answer. The fluid entering your ass will continue until your bowel bursts. If that happens you will die a very slow and painful death as your body is poisoned with your own wastes. Do you acknowledge that you are a slave and our property?"
I screamed once again into the tube in my mouth and tried to cope with the pain. It increased greatly with every second. I had no choice. I was beaten.
I nodded my head in submission. Yes I am your slave and your property.
The relentless flow stopped, and then went into reverse. The fluid and my bodily wastes were drawn out through the tube, and the pain in my gut started to subside.
"Congratulations Slave. You have just learned your first lesson in submission. You have acknowledged that you are our property, and your slavery. You are now lower than human and have no rights. You are now owned by us, and you will not be allowed to forget it."
I hung my head in shame. I suddenly felt like a slave, like property. My will to fight seemed to be slipping away from me. They could control my breathing and my bodily functions. They had me trapped in a tube with no idea of my location. I was helpless. I was a slave.
"Feed number 10 then sedate him."
Something began to flow through the tube in my mouth. It was a chalky tasteless liquid and I had to work hard to swallow it. It seemed to fill my stomach yet gave me no satisfaction. When the flow stopped there was once again a strange smell in my nose. The room began to go black. I welcomed unconciousness.
When I awoke I was out of the tube. I was kneeling on the floor, at least that is what it felt like. I could not tell for sure as I was blindfolded. My hands were tied behind my back, but my legs were free. I tried to rise to my feet quickly. As I did I felt a searing pain through my balls. I yelped in pain, and was surprised to hear that I was able to make sound. My balls must be tethered to the floor, and this made it impossible for me to rise. I tried to scream for help but even though my mouth was open there was something stopping me from forming words with it. The word help came out as a muffled sound.
"Good you are awake. Remove his blindfold."
The blindfold was removed. As my eyes focused I saw him standing before me. He was encased in tight black rubber. His physique was amazing, the muscles encased in the rubber were straining against it, and I knew that his strength would easily better mine.
"I am your master. When you are able to speak and only if you are addressed and required to answer you will address me as Master and only as Master. Do you understand slave?"
I nodded yes.
"Good. Now your first lesson is to be pleasureing your master. You will soon learn to pleasure your masters expertly. You yourself are expressly forbiden from cumming unless your Master allows it. Do you understand?"
I did not nod or answer in any way.
The master suddenly produced a sharp blade and placed it near my balls. I tried to shrink away but could not do so.
"Do you understand?" he yelled. "You had better answer or you will be demoted to a eunuch!"
Terrified I nodded yes.
"Good - much better. You see slave, we can always persuade you to come around. Rest assured should you decide not to co-operate you will find your punishment sever. Remember you have no rights. Now you will pleasure me."
He undid a zip in the front of his catsuit, and a huge cock and balls fell out in front of my face.
"You will take me in your mouth slave and arouse me"
I hesitated. That is until I saw the glint of the blade. I had no choice. I took him into my mouth and began to work on him. As I did his cock became harder and harder. It filled my mouth and I almost choked on it a few times. Suddenly he grabbed my head and began to force himself into my mouth. I tried to work my tougue around his cock to increase his pleasure. He began to moan and become harder, and he thrusted himself into my mouth quite violently. I began to gag as he hit the back of my throat and tried desperately not to cough. After what seemed like 10 minutes he finally came into my mouth with an explosion of liquid. I tried as best I could to retain his cum in my mouth not wanting to swallow it. He kept his cock in my mouth effectively gagging me.
"Swallow Slut"
I didn’t.
"Swallow slut or become a Eunuch."
I swallowed, immediately feeling sick.
"Thats better but you will be punished for your insubordination. Seems like you will have to learn the hard way. Your technique is ok slave but you must learn to do better if you are to become a pleasure slave. I am now going to show you what you need to learn. I am warning you now though, you are not to come. If you do you will become a eunuch, make no mistake about it."
I beleived what he said. He laid down in front of my and took my cock into his mouth. The shock of the warmth of it surprised me, pleasantly. I immediately began to become hard. His tongue worked around the head of my cock expertly, arrousing me and sending waves of pleasure through my body, As he took my cock fully into his mouth I moaned with pleasure. He worked his tongue up and down the shaft in waves at the same time sucking on me. I had never felt anything like this before. The pressure began to build in my groin and I knew I was getting close to cumming. I fought the sensations flowing through me and concentrated on trying to stop myself ejaculating. I screamed with the agony of it, so wanting to empty my load in his mouth but not being able to. Sensing this the master began to work my cock harder. I tried to pull myself out of him but was unable to. The pleasure was unbearable and I began to feel the muscle spasms that preceded the act of cumming. I clamped my pelvic muscles down as I felt the waves of orgasm building, Just as I was about to reach the point of no return he released my cock. My cum spurted from my cock onto the floor. I just missed cumming on my masters face, and cumming into his mouth. I was incredibly lucky.
Suddenly I felt a stinging blow across my face.
"You slut. You were ordered not to come. You will now be punished for your insubordination."
Sold Into Slavery Part 3 - The Punishment.
I was to be punished. That was all I knew. I had disobeyed my master and cum without permission. I had heard that I was to be humiliated and finally shown that I was absolutely helpless and that no-one would come to my rescue. I had no idea what was to happen but I knew it would be soon.
The preparations began early one morning. I was kept in a darkened cell completely naked for what seemed like days. I was disoriented with no sense of time or where I was or who I was with. Total solitary confinement. Food was brought to me and pushed through a slot in the door but I never saw who brought it to me. This meal came with an added surprise. It was drugged, but I only found out once the drug took effect and I was suddenly losing control of my body. I slumped to my knees, and then fell to the floor, eyes wide open and able to see what was going on but unable to move.
The cell door opened, the light from the world outside my cell blinding me, but I was unable to close my eyes or shield them with my hand. As my eyes adjusted Two men in tight leather pants and bike jackets entered the cell. They were fully masked so that I could not see who they were or what they looked like. Terror flowed through my thoughts. What the fuck was going to happen to me.
They lifted me effortlessly from the floor and dragged me from the cell. I was laid on a cold metal table, so cold that I tried to complain but could make no noise. The master entered the room.
"So is the slut ready to be punished? Is he ready to find out that nothing he can do from now will save him? Is he ready to submit totally to his fate?"
All retorical questions as I could no more answer than I could get up and walk out of the room.
"Prepare him for the exhibit."
Exhibit - what exhibit. But with that the master left the room. The two men began to prepare me. Firstly all hair was removed from my body by applying a cream to it and then washing it off with water. Secondly they applied a heavy coating of lube to my body. Normally two leather clad, masked men applying lube to my body would have sent me crazy but drugged as I was I could not react. I could feel their touch but could do nothing about it. Then the brought out the catsuit. It looked incredibly heavy and tight and very uncomfortable. As they slipped my legs into it I began to feel how tight it was. They pulled it up over my legs and my torso and then spun me over onto my stomach.
"Lets give him the enema."
The enema tube was shoved up my ass and liquid was pumped into me and then sucked out. This process was repeated three times to totall cleanse my ass, each time I was forced to take more and more liquid inside me and the third time I was forced to hold it for a long time. I was obviously not going to need a toilet break for a while. Some of the lube was squirted up my ass and I knew what was coming next. A huge plug was shoved up my ass. I felt the head of it enter my sphincter and then the shaft of if enter but with my muscles relaxed by the drugs could offer no resistance to it. It was an inflatable plug, and my captors took great pleasure in inflating it until I could feel it press uncomfortably against the wall of my ass.
The men turned my over again and then grabbed my cock and balls. A cockring was placed around the base of my balls and my cock was placed into a vacume tube. Drugged as I was I was incapable of an erection, so they helped me along with the pump and the cockring. Soon my cock was very hard and it showed no signs of going flacid while the cockring was in place. The men then inserted my cock and balls into an incredibly tight sheath. The sheath was thinner than the rest of the suit and you could almost see the veins in my cock. The suit was pulled up over my torso and my arms were pushed into the sleeves of the suit. Instead of ending in gloves the arms of the suit ended with hard rubber balls. My hands were held prisoner in these balls. I would not be able to grab anything with my hands, the suit would be impossible to remove. I would not be able to open a door, in fact doing anything with my hands would be impossible. The suit was a shoulder entry suit and as the zips were done up I realised the neck, which was very high and made of very hard rubber, formed a sort of posture collar. When the drugs wore off it would be very hard for me to move my head.
Next came the hood. It was very tight and very thick. It moulded to my head perfectly as if it was made for me. The eyes were covered in dark lenses that I could see out of quite clearly but I was sure that you could not see into. The nose had holes to enable me to breath and the mouth was open. If I wasn’t drugged I would have been able to scream for help. Not for long though. A huge harness gag with a bright red ball was being strapped over my head. My jaw was parted widely to accommodate the ball and the straps were tightly fastened in place. The staps for this gag fastened the ball behind my head and another strap went up over my forehead, down the back of my head where it fastened at the back and finally a strap was tightened under my jaw forcing me to bight harder into the ball. Harness gags are tight, restrictive and very very effective. Obviously I would not be able to communicate.
The men finished with polishing the latex of the suit to a high shine. I was obviously supposed to look my best. They then left the room. I layed there on the table, trying to get up. They had not fastened me down in any way which was unusual. I slowly started to feel my muscle control coming back to me. As time passed I felt more and more movement come back into my body. I slowly began to move my legs around until the were dangling over the table, and was able to push myself up into a sitting position. I lowered my legs to the floor and started to put weight on them, when the buckled under me. The drug had not worn off fully yet. I struggled to my feet once more and lurched towards the door. I reached for the handle but the balls on the ends of my arms stopped me from being able to open it. I tried many times in vain but could not open the door. I collapsed with the effort, mind and body still clouded by the drugs. That was when the door opened, and the two men came back. They lifted me off the floor and cuffed my hands behind my back and then again above my elbows, and then they cuffed my ankles. A heavy collar was buckled and locked around my neck, and all the while I tried to protest over the gag but could make nothing but incoherent moans. I was already dribbleing from the gag and I knew that it would only get worse. A leash was then attached to the collar and I was half dragged and carried to a van. I tried to fight all the time and was not able to, I was helpless, a prisoner, a slave, a captive.
I was secured to the floor of the van and could only contemplate where they were taking me. The reality would be unthinkable.
The van stopped and the doors opened. I was in a garage somewhere. It looked like some kind of loading dock. Then I saw the signs. "Museum of Contemporary Art - Loading Dock". Fuck I was in a public place. Maybe there would be some way that I could escape, maybe someone would help me. The cuffs were removed from my legs and the leash reattached to the collar around my neck . I was led through a series of tunnels until I reached a door. There was a man waiting there.
"Fuck look at that poor bastard! I have to say this will be the weirdest exhibit we have ever had here. Are you sure he is completely willing to go through with this."
"Yep he is loving every minute of this" said one of my captors.
I tried to shake my head furiously to indicate that I was not enjoying this but the collar of the suit prevented me from doing so. I tried to moan through the gag but could not tell this man that I needed help.
"Ok - well the crowd are waiting you should take him through now."
With that my captors opened the door. And Iwas dragged into the museum. There were people everywhere. Some looked shocked, some absolutely repulsed and horrified at the sight of a man encased in rubber and in bondage and some looked absolutely intrigued. My hardened cock stood out before me covered tightly in rubber which I am sure to most of the art lovers here was a grotesque but interesting thing, I struggled to free myself but could not do so. If I was able to pull away momentarily to try to scream for help the people jumped out of the way and laughed, as if I was an actor in a show and they were part of the audience participation. By now the drugs had worn off and my senses were reeling. Surely someone would see that I was screaming for help, someone would know that this was not a show but real and that I needed help. I tried to plead with my eyes but the goggles of the hood kept them hidden. I could not signal the crowd in any way. I looked like someone who enjoyed a fetish and was acting for the crowd. I was in public and helpless. Part of a show that was all too real to me.
Slowly I was dragged into one of the exhibition rooms. There in the middle of a start white floor was a standing cage. A sign on the cage stated that I was a "Slave to my Art". I guessed correctly that this was going to be my display case. Various other items of bondage were in the room too. A vaulting horse, a St Andrews Cross and a sling. I assumed that I would be familiarised with all of them before the exhibit was over. I screamed into the gag and struggled with my captors but to no avail. They effortlessly put me in the cage, which only allowed me to stand. There in full rubber and tight bondage the crowd could walk by and view the slave to art. Some of the brave ones touched me through the cage and I was repulsed with each touch. I tried to communicate that I needed help but could not get my message through.
The worst was yet to come. I was slumped against the bars of the cage crying , after hours of being on display, when I heard some all too familiar voices. Startled I looked up to see two of my best friends enter the display room.
"I just don’t understand what is wrong with him. He asks us to meet him here, arranges the tickets for us and then doesn’t show. What the fuck is wrong with him Rick?"
"I don’t know Paul. Let’s just enjoy the exhibit anyway"
"Yeh but we are only on leave for a couple of hours and I wanted to get some action, but here we are in a museum. What the fuck was he thinking."
I tried to scream out and attract their attention. Rick and Paul were two good friends of mine and both in the Navy. Here they were in the same room as me. I was in full rubber and they were in their full dress blues. They always looked hot in uniform. I remembered nights were they had lent me one of their uniforms and taken me out on the town with them. We scored some hot action on those nights.
"Come on lets get the fuck out of here. I want some action" said Rick.
"Hey Rick - have a look at that poor bastard. Now that is some of the action that I like. A hot stud encased in rubber. Poor bastard looks a bit uncomfortable. looks like that suit would be fucking hot to wear."
"Fuck me I would like to get into that ass though Paul" replied Paul.
One of my captors started to walk over towards them. I could not hear the conversation but he shook hands with both of them and the left.
I screamed as hard as I could through the gag to try to get their attention but they continued to leave.
The man who had spoken to them came over to me. "Don’t worry slut - they’ll be back to see you later"
After what seemed like hours Paul and Rick did return.
"Evening Gents. We are just about to close the exhibit. Hang around for a bit and we can organise that private session for you."
Private session. What the fuck did they mean.
As the last of the crowd left the room they closed all the doors and Rick and Paul and my captors were the only people left.
"Ok Gent’s we’ll get the slut ready for you."
My captors opened the door to my cage and dragged me out. I broke free and ran towards Rick and Paul trying to plead with them, make them recognise me.
"Grab him for us will you boys"
Paul and Rick grabbed me and dragged me back towards my captors.
"He really likes this stuff boys, just likes to act. He will love being fucked by you both" said my other captor.
No you can’t get my two friends to fuck me. They are not like that. There is no way they would do this. But Rick and Paul grabbed me and handed me back to my captors. I was strapped to the vaulting horse and my legs were secured to it. My hands were uncuffed and then secured to the front legs of the horse. The vaulting horse was set up so that my ass was at the right height for me to be fucked. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
"He’s ready boys. Come and show him what you have for him."
Rick and Paul were in front of me suddenly.
"Are you sure he’ll enjoy this. I’ve never fucked a man in bondage before." Asked Paul
"This is the kind of shit he lives for believe us. You will make his night with this. After a day of bondage this is a release for him" said one of the men.
That was all the assurance they needed. Rick started to undo the thirteen buttons of his trousers. His cock was already hard with the aniticipation of what he was going to do. It fell out of his boxers and he started to pull it to get it harder. Then he was behind me.
One of the men began to deflate and remove the butt plug up my ass. The releif was wonderful. It had begun to become painful. The releif was short lived though as Rick pushed his huge cock into my ass.
I screamed through the gag as he pumped my ass hard. I could not believe this was happening to me. Here were two of my best friends who would do anything for me. If I could just tell them that it was me they would help me escape, but there was no way I could signal them. I was helpless.
After what felt like forever, Rick came into my ass. Then it was Paul’s turn and he did not waste any time. My ass was on fire and I was on the verge of fainting. I could not believe this was happening. When Paul had finished he laid on top of me panting.
"Fuck that was good. I don’t know about you mate but I enjoyed that, hope you did too!" he said as he patted me on the ass.
"Don’t you worry, He would have gotten a lot out of that. He will be forever in your debt." Said my captors.
"He’s a little rubber whore who loves to sell his ass. Tonight however he is free for the taking, and you my gent’s are special customers. In fact if you are around tomorrow night he will be here waiting in anticipation for you to fuck him again."
"I think we would both be into that!" said Paul
"Good see you tomorrow night same time sailors!"
As Paul and Rick left I sobbed. I was truly a helpless slave. If my captors could arrange this then how could I ever fight them. In this rubber skin people would only see me as some kind of sick fetish lover. The master could do anything to me and I would not be able to resist. No one would come to my rescue because they would assume that I would love what is happening to me.
Someone was standing in front of me. I looked up to see the imposing figure of the Master in front of me.
"Congratulations slut. You have been a very sucessful exhibit. So much so that we have extended your season until the end of the week. During this time your potential new buyers will be able to sample you as well as any of your friends we happen to invite along. Take him to the van and bring him back tomorrow"
I felt a jab in my arm and the feeling of helplessness came over me again.
To be continued ????
I had visited my favourite toy shop about a month ago and had hidden the toys for my week of fun under my bed. It was time to bring them out. I pulled the suitcase out from under my bed and opened it. Inside the case was a perfectly new, custom made. heavy rubber shoulder entry catsuit with a heavy hood. The smell of new rubber wafted up from the case and I began to go hard. This was going to be fun, or so I thought, but I would soon find out that things were going to go horribly wrong.
I began to strip off my clothes. First the 3 piece suit came off, then my shirt and tie until I was only left in my underwear. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked good in white boxers and a tight white athletic shirt. My hair, which had just been freshly cut - high and tight of course - looked amazing and made it very easy to get a rubber hood over my head, and was much easier to explain than a fully shaved head. I had worked hard on my body and its muscular form looked amazing in tight black rubber. My cock, which was a very good size, poked its way through the fly in my boxers, the anticipation of what was to come had made it very hard. If I stood there any longer looking at myself I would jack off and ruin the purpose of tonight, to get myself incredibly horny but completely unable to satisfy myself. I removed my underwear and grabbed the catsuit and my favourite lube.
I squeezed the lube into the catsuit and began to work it around the inside of the suit with my hand, the better the lube placement the easier this incredibly tight suit would go on. I pushed my leg into the leg of the suit and felt a rush of excitement as the air escaped from the suit. The rubber gripped my leg like a second skin. My other leg was held just as perfectly in the rubber and I pulled the suit up to my crotch. It felt absolutely amazing when I pushed my cock into the suits sheath and I almost came then and there. After a short struggle I managed to get my balls into the ball sack of the sheath, and then pulled the rest of the suit up over my torso. My arms came next and as I forced them into the suit into the gloves at the end the suit hugged me even harder. I was already starting to sweat into the heavy rubber, and the sensation made me even harder. Finally I pulled the hood over my head, which moved easily over my high and tight, another reason for loving military haircuts, and I tucked the cowl into the back of the suit. To finish off my encapsulation in rubber I pulled the shoulder zips up closing the suit. I wasn’t finished yet. To ensure that I could not free myself from my rubber bondage I put on a locking collar, without which my slavery would not be complete, and locked the zips of the suit to it. I was ready for the next stage.
The catsuit had a zipper over the ass to allow for easy access. I opened the zip and my ass immediately felt the cool of the outside air against it. I reached into my bag and pulled out the plug. It was very long and thick and would become quite uncomfortable very quickly. I lubed it well and got down on my knees and put my head to the floor and my ass in the air. I slowly pushed the plug against my ass and began to apply pressure. The lube I was using was very good and the plug eased its way into my rectum. As it got thicker I applied more pressure and I began to groan with pleasure as it slid further into me. Suddenly my sphincter clamped down over the plug and it shifted into place. I stood up and did up the ass zip of the suit. Next I pulled a heavy harness gag out of my bag.
There is no use placing yourself into bondage without taking away your power to scream for help, and I never feel bondage is complete unless I am silenced. I opened my mouth wide to take the ball of the gag into it and buckled it behind my head, then I placed the strap that went up my forehead and down the back of my head and bukled it into place tightly. The last strap which went under my chin forced my mouth to close tighter around the ball finalised the gag. To test it I tried to scream over it and all that came out was a muffled mmmmmph. Fuck I love a good gag. It was time to finish up.
I took the hand and leg cuffs out of my bag and began to put them on. The leg cuffs were double locking and attached by a six inch chain to make walking very difficult. The handcuffs, which were joined by 3 links, secured my hands behind my back. I shuffled towards the box in the corner of the room and dropped the keys to the cuffs in it and closed the lid and spun the combination lock on the box, securing the keys. Then I shuffled over to the bed and put laid myself down on the bed, fumbling for the combination lock I had placed there. When I had the lock in my hand I placed it through the middle link of the hancuffs and laid on my stomach and brought my legs up to my wrists. I then put the lock through a link in the leg irons and closed the lock and spun the combination, effectively hog tieing myself. I pulled against my bonds to test them and then laid and waited. Within five minutes the lights in my room, which I had on a timer, went off leaving my in the dark. There was no way I could undo the combination lock in the dark and because of this I would spend the night in tight self imposed rubber bondage. My cock was still hard and I tried to get off by rubbing it up against the bed. This felt good but was not enough to get me off. I would have to wait until morning to free myself and deal with my frustration. I began to drift off to a peaceful sleep
I was not sure how long I was asleep when I was suddenly woken by the light coming on in the room. As my mind awoke I wondered what I had done wrong with the timer to cause the lights to come back on. Thats when I heard the voices that struck terror into me.
"Shit this is too easy, look at him, he’s already trussed himself up for us!"
"Told you he would be!"
I rolled onto my side to see who was in the room with me. Two men wearing balaclavas were in the room. I tried to scream at them to get the fuck out of my apartment but the gag wouldn’t allow me to make any coherent sound.
"Oh he is a fiesty one isn’t he. He’s gonna find it hard to adjust to being a slave. Maybe we should give him his first lesson in obedience."
"Sounds like a good idea"
They both moved towards me, and as they did I tried to move away from them but my bonds stopped me.
"Grab him John!"
John who was the slightly taller of the two reached out and grabbed my arms. Instinctively I lashed out with my legs and had they not been attached to my ribs they may have been some use. John dragged me off the bed and threw me onto the floor. He then undid the ass zip of my catsuit.
"Oh lookee here Pete, he likes to be plugged. Well he’s gonna enjoy this little experience then!"
"Yep I bet he can’t wait."
John pulled on the plug out of my ass and I suddenly knew what was coming next when I heard him undo his zip.
"Hold him down Pete!"
Pete moved in front of me and his boot came down on my back pulling the chains that confined me tighter. Suddenly John’s hard cock entered my ass and he began to pump me hard. I screamed through the gag against the rape. I had fantisized about being raped but had never expected it to happen and I didn’t like the experience. His cock felt huge as it moved inside my ass and as it massaged my prostate I found myself becoming hard again. As he reached his climax so did I, and it was very intense, despite the terror of the situation.
"Not a bad fuck this one Pete. Your turn"
Without hesitation Pete was inside me. He was much bigger than John and it hurt like hell. This time the experience would not bring any pleasure only pain. I screamed through the gag trying to appeal to him to get off me. Pete finished his business with a grunt of ecstacy and pulled out of me. I sobbed into the gag, hoping this was all a sick joke.
"Look Pete he’s crying! You had better get used to this slut, it’s going to be one of your primary functions in life from now on."
"Lets get him ready for shipment John"
The next thing I knew a rag soaked in chloroform was forced over my face and the room began to go black. I woke a short time later and found that the cuffs had been removed from me. My first thought was to get the fuck out of there and I tried to move but my limbs would not respond.
"Hey he’s awake"
"Good it’s always better to crate them when they are concious. It helps them feel the hoplessness of their situation. "
One of them picked me up under the arms and propped me up against the wall. My limbs were limp and the only thing holding me up was the wall. I saw in front of me a box about 4 feet long, with various straps inside of it. This must be the crate they were talking about.
"Oh look at the terror in those eyes."
If I could have moved my mouth and pleaded with them through the gag I would have, but the drugs they had given me made it impossible for me to make any sound.
The two intruders moved towards me, John grabbing me under the arms and Pete grabbing my legs. They sat me in the crate with my knees doubled up at my chest. One side of the crate was open which allowed them easy access to the straps in the crate. Pete secured my ankles with heavy leather cuffs so that my feet were flat against the floor of the crate. He then buckled a heavy leather belt around my waist and pulled it tight securing me to the floor of the crate. John busied himself with my arms, securing my wrists with heavy cuffs and then my arms just above my elbows with more cuffs. Pete secured my knees with more belts to the top of the crate making me unable to move my legs at all. Another belt was tightened over my chest, pulling my back hard against the back of the crate. Finally a heavy posture collar secured my neck against the back of the crate.
"Fuck these crates are state of the art. Look at the slut, he’s got no chance of getting out of there."
It was true. As I slowly felt the drugs start to wear off I tried to struggle against my bonds. It was futile. I looked at my captors and pleaded with my eyes. Please don’t do this!
"Oh look he thinks he can get out of this by pleading. It’s useless slut. You are now property and goods not a human. Sorry"
I screamed in anger and thrashed in the crate but bound as I was I could obtain no leverage to move myself. "Fuck you!" I screamed into the gag but it was unintelligable. I slumped back in the crate and wept. This can’t be happening to me.
"Ok close it up and move him out"
The side of the crate was lifted up and bolted into place. It was secured by several locks and I was plunged once more into darkness. I struggled once more as the crate was lifted into the air trying to get free. Even if I could get out of these bonds I couldn’t open the crate from the inside. I was a helpless captive, becoming more and more aware of my situation as I felt myself carried out of my apartment. No-one would miss me for the next week and by the time they noticed I was gone God only knows where I would be. Tears streamed down my face as I began to comprehend my predicament. I screamed intothe gag once more trying vainly to attract attention to my helplessness, but it was useless. Surprisingly my cock was once again rock hard but there was no way to satisfy myself at the moment.
A strange smell entered the crate and slowly I lost conciouseness again.
Sold Into Slavery Part 2
Strange dreams permeate the darkness. Struggling. Trying to run from some unseen force that has me on a leash that seems to trail behind me forever. Unable to get away from the unknown, screaming for help but all those around me turn their heads or look the other way. The bluriness around me starts to focus. My head feels light but heavy at the same time. I just want to sleep because sleep is the only thing that seems to be of comfort, or would be if it wasn’t for the dreams. I fight to regain consciousness, but the strange smell around me makes it impossible.
The dreams are very vivid. Hands smearing something over me, water washing me down. I try to push the hands away but for some reason I am unable to move. Then a strange tightness, but something that feels familiar and comforting, like being wrapped in a cocoon. I open my eyes breifly and see strange figures, dark figures that seem to be working on me. My body looks strange, hairless and covered in a clear coating that fits my body like a glove. Then I just drift into oblivion.
Slowly the dreams subside, or do they. I awake in a large room. I look down at my body the clear coating is still there. It is like a clear seamless rubber catsuit. Now I know I am dreaming. I must be having the most wonderful dream laying on my bed in my custom made catsuit, in my self imposed bondage. There are other men in the room and they too are covered head to toe in clear rubber, we all seem to be in the same predicament. We are all standing in a glass tube that runs from floor to ceiling, arms strapped to our sides above the elbow and at the wrist, by a tight fitting harness. Our faces are hidden by a type of hood that seems to have tubes running out of it, two that run into the nostrils and one that runs into the mouth. I look down at my cock and balls but cannot see them as they are covered by something that looks like a large round suction cup, also with a tube running from it. I see on one of the others that there is also a tube running into his ass. I look down and see that the tubes run into the floor. Man this dream is wild. This is quite a setup. I try to communicate with the others but the tube in my mouth does not allow me to make any noise. They all seem as startled as me, looking around the room noticing the others around them and the uniformity of our captivity.
Suddenly figures are standing around the tube I am held captive in.
"Slave 10 is awake. You can begin to cleanse it"
Slave? Slave? What the hell are they talking about. Suddenly it all comes flooding back to me. The men bursting into my room as I lay there enjoying my self imposed captivity. The rape and the crate. Being strapped into a box and carried from my appartment. No one knowing that I am missing, not at least for a week. I realise that this isn’t a dream.
THIS IS REAL. I AM A CAPTIVE OF THESE MEN AND THEY ARE CALLING ME A SLAVE!
I begin to struggle, trying to free my arms.
"Resistance is useless Slave 10. If you continue you will be punished. You must learn to submit. Look at the position you are in. Even if you could free your arms you are sealed in an unbreakable tube. There is no escape. Submit or be punished."
I slump against the tube and begin to sob. Suddenly I feel something warm flooding into my ass, a relentless flow of liquid into my rectum. My first reaction is to try to pull the tube out of my ass, but my arms are pinned to my side. I throw myself up against the walls of the tube trying to dislodge this tube up my ass. My bowel begins to swell to a painful size. The flow stops but is trapped inside me. Suddenly I feel a stabbing pain in my cock and balls, like someone has set them on fire. I am thrown against the wall of the tube, all of my muscles tensing, as an electric current is sent pulsing through my body. I scream into the tube expelling all the air from my lungs. As I try to fill them again after the shock subsides I realis that I cannot take a full breath. I suck the tube with all my might but there is no air. I struggle to breath as things start to go black again. Just as I think I am going to lose conciousness the flow of air starts again.
"The more you resist slave the more we will control you. If however you submit you will find things a lot easier. You will have to learn that your only option is submission now. You are a slave and have no rights. You are property and can be bought and sold at your masters whim. The sooner you learn this the better things will be for you."
I stared around the room in disbeleif. There were at least 20 other men in the room with me, all captive like myself. I hung my head in submission. I was beginning to realise that at this time resistance was useless and futile. But I was not giving up. Sooner or later I would have an opportunity to escape. I would wait until then.
The enema inside me began to hurt. I squirmed and pushed trying to force it out of me but I couldn’t expel it from me.
"Thats right slave we control even your bodily functions. Would you like us to remove the enema?"
I nodded my head - Yes!
"Do you acknowlege that you are a slave and our property?"
I shook my head vigourously, NO! NO! NO!
The flow of liquid started up again, filling my bowel even more, increasing the pain I was feeling tenfold. Could I have doubled over in the tube I would have.
"You had better answer that question again Slave and you had better give the correct answer. The fluid entering your ass will continue until your bowel bursts. If that happens you will die a very slow and painful death as your body is poisoned with your own wastes. Do you acknowledge that you are a slave and our property?"
I screamed once again into the tube in my mouth and tried to cope with the pain. It increased greatly with every second. I had no choice. I was beaten.
I nodded my head in submission. Yes I am your slave and your property.
The relentless flow stopped, and then went into reverse. The fluid and my bodily wastes were drawn out through the tube, and the pain in my gut started to subside.
"Congratulations Slave. You have just learned your first lesson in submission. You have acknowledged that you are our property, and your slavery. You are now lower than human and have no rights. You are now owned by us, and you will not be allowed to forget it."
I hung my head in shame. I suddenly felt like a slave, like property. My will to fight seemed to be slipping away from me. They could control my breathing and my bodily functions. They had me trapped in a tube with no idea of my location. I was helpless. I was a slave.
"Feed number 10 then sedate him."
Something began to flow through the tube in my mouth. It was a chalky tasteless liquid and I had to work hard to swallow it. It seemed to fill my stomach yet gave me no satisfaction. When the flow stopped there was once again a strange smell in my nose. The room began to go black. I welcomed unconciousness.
When I awoke I was out of the tube. I was kneeling on the floor, at least that is what it felt like. I could not tell for sure as I was blindfolded. My hands were tied behind my back, but my legs were free. I tried to rise to my feet quickly. As I did I felt a searing pain through my balls. I yelped in pain, and was surprised to hear that I was able to make sound. My balls must be tethered to the floor, and this made it impossible for me to rise. I tried to scream for help but even though my mouth was open there was something stopping me from forming words with it. The word help came out as a muffled sound.
"Good you are awake. Remove his blindfold."
The blindfold was removed. As my eyes focused I saw him standing before me. He was encased in tight black rubber. His physique was amazing, the muscles encased in the rubber were straining against it, and I knew that his strength would easily better mine.
"I am your master. When you are able to speak and only if you are addressed and required to answer you will address me as Master and only as Master. Do you understand slave?"
I nodded yes.
"Good. Now your first lesson is to be pleasureing your master. You will soon learn to pleasure your masters expertly. You yourself are expressly forbiden from cumming unless your Master allows it. Do you understand?"
I did not nod or answer in any way.
The master suddenly produced a sharp blade and placed it near my balls. I tried to shrink away but could not do so.
"Do you understand?" he yelled. "You had better answer or you will be demoted to a eunuch!"
Terrified I nodded yes.
"Good - much better. You see slave, we can always persuade you to come around. Rest assured should you decide not to co-operate you will find your punishment sever. Remember you have no rights. Now you will pleasure me."
He undid a zip in the front of his catsuit, and a huge cock and balls fell out in front of my face.
"You will take me in your mouth slave and arouse me"
I hesitated. That is until I saw the glint of the blade. I had no choice. I took him into my mouth and began to work on him. As I did his cock became harder and harder. It filled my mouth and I almost choked on it a few times. Suddenly he grabbed my head and began to force himself into my mouth. I tried to work my tougue around his cock to increase his pleasure. He began to moan and become harder, and he thrusted himself into my mouth quite violently. I began to gag as he hit the back of my throat and tried desperately not to cough. After what seemed like 10 minutes he finally came into my mouth with an explosion of liquid. I tried as best I could to retain his cum in my mouth not wanting to swallow it. He kept his cock in my mouth effectively gagging me.
"Swallow Slut"
I didn’t.
"Swallow slut or become a Eunuch."
I swallowed, immediately feeling sick.
"Thats better but you will be punished for your insubordination. Seems like you will have to learn the hard way. Your technique is ok slave but you must learn to do better if you are to become a pleasure slave. I am now going to show you what you need to learn. I am warning you now though, you are not to come. If you do you will become a eunuch, make no mistake about it."
I beleived what he said. He laid down in front of my and took my cock into his mouth. The shock of the warmth of it surprised me, pleasantly. I immediately began to become hard. His tongue worked around the head of my cock expertly, arrousing me and sending waves of pleasure through my body, As he took my cock fully into his mouth I moaned with pleasure. He worked his tongue up and down the shaft in waves at the same time sucking on me. I had never felt anything like this before. The pressure began to build in my groin and I knew I was getting close to cumming. I fought the sensations flowing through me and concentrated on trying to stop myself ejaculating. I screamed with the agony of it, so wanting to empty my load in his mouth but not being able to. Sensing this the master began to work my cock harder. I tried to pull myself out of him but was unable to. The pleasure was unbearable and I began to feel the muscle spasms that preceded the act of cumming. I clamped my pelvic muscles down as I felt the waves of orgasm building, Just as I was about to reach the point of no return he released my cock. My cum spurted from my cock onto the floor. I just missed cumming on my masters face, and cumming into his mouth. I was incredibly lucky.
Suddenly I felt a stinging blow across my face.
"You slut. You were ordered not to come. You will now be punished for your insubordination."
Sold Into Slavery Part 3 - The Punishment.
I was to be punished. That was all I knew. I had disobeyed my master and cum without permission. I had heard that I was to be humiliated and finally shown that I was absolutely helpless and that no-one would come to my rescue. I had no idea what was to happen but I knew it would be soon.
The preparations began early one morning. I was kept in a darkened cell completely naked for what seemed like days. I was disoriented with no sense of time or where I was or who I was with. Total solitary confinement. Food was brought to me and pushed through a slot in the door but I never saw who brought it to me. This meal came with an added surprise. It was drugged, but I only found out once the drug took effect and I was suddenly losing control of my body. I slumped to my knees, and then fell to the floor, eyes wide open and able to see what was going on but unable to move.
The cell door opened, the light from the world outside my cell blinding me, but I was unable to close my eyes or shield them with my hand. As my eyes adjusted Two men in tight leather pants and bike jackets entered the cell. They were fully masked so that I could not see who they were or what they looked like. Terror flowed through my thoughts. What the fuck was going to happen to me.
They lifted me effortlessly from the floor and dragged me from the cell. I was laid on a cold metal table, so cold that I tried to complain but could make no noise. The master entered the room.
"So is the slut ready to be punished? Is he ready to find out that nothing he can do from now will save him? Is he ready to submit totally to his fate?"
All retorical questions as I could no more answer than I could get up and walk out of the room.
"Prepare him for the exhibit."
Exhibit - what exhibit. But with that the master left the room. The two men began to prepare me. Firstly all hair was removed from my body by applying a cream to it and then washing it off with water. Secondly they applied a heavy coating of lube to my body. Normally two leather clad, masked men applying lube to my body would have sent me crazy but drugged as I was I could not react. I could feel their touch but could do nothing about it. Then the brought out the catsuit. It looked incredibly heavy and tight and very uncomfortable. As they slipped my legs into it I began to feel how tight it was. They pulled it up over my legs and my torso and then spun me over onto my stomach.
"Lets give him the enema."
The enema tube was shoved up my ass and liquid was pumped into me and then sucked out. This process was repeated three times to totall cleanse my ass, each time I was forced to take more and more liquid inside me and the third time I was forced to hold it for a long time. I was obviously not going to need a toilet break for a while. Some of the lube was squirted up my ass and I knew what was coming next. A huge plug was shoved up my ass. I felt the head of it enter my sphincter and then the shaft of if enter but with my muscles relaxed by the drugs could offer no resistance to it. It was an inflatable plug, and my captors took great pleasure in inflating it until I could feel it press uncomfortably against the wall of my ass.
The men turned my over again and then grabbed my cock and balls. A cockring was placed around the base of my balls and my cock was placed into a vacume tube. Drugged as I was I was incapable of an erection, so they helped me along with the pump and the cockring. Soon my cock was very hard and it showed no signs of going flacid while the cockring was in place. The men then inserted my cock and balls into an incredibly tight sheath. The sheath was thinner than the rest of the suit and you could almost see the veins in my cock. The suit was pulled up over my torso and my arms were pushed into the sleeves of the suit. Instead of ending in gloves the arms of the suit ended with hard rubber balls. My hands were held prisoner in these balls. I would not be able to grab anything with my hands, the suit would be impossible to remove. I would not be able to open a door, in fact doing anything with my hands would be impossible. The suit was a shoulder entry suit and as the zips were done up I realised the neck, which was very high and made of very hard rubber, formed a sort of posture collar. When the drugs wore off it would be very hard for me to move my head.
Next came the hood. It was very tight and very thick. It moulded to my head perfectly as if it was made for me. The eyes were covered in dark lenses that I could see out of quite clearly but I was sure that you could not see into. The nose had holes to enable me to breath and the mouth was open. If I wasn’t drugged I would have been able to scream for help. Not for long though. A huge harness gag with a bright red ball was being strapped over my head. My jaw was parted widely to accommodate the ball and the straps were tightly fastened in place. The staps for this gag fastened the ball behind my head and another strap went up over my forehead, down the back of my head where it fastened at the back and finally a strap was tightened under my jaw forcing me to bight harder into the ball. Harness gags are tight, restrictive and very very effective. Obviously I would not be able to communicate.
The men finished with polishing the latex of the suit to a high shine. I was obviously supposed to look my best. They then left the room. I layed there on the table, trying to get up. They had not fastened me down in any way which was unusual. I slowly started to feel my muscle control coming back to me. As time passed I felt more and more movement come back into my body. I slowly began to move my legs around until the were dangling over the table, and was able to push myself up into a sitting position. I lowered my legs to the floor and started to put weight on them, when the buckled under me. The drug had not worn off fully yet. I struggled to my feet once more and lurched towards the door. I reached for the handle but the balls on the ends of my arms stopped me from being able to open it. I tried many times in vain but could not open the door. I collapsed with the effort, mind and body still clouded by the drugs. That was when the door opened, and the two men came back. They lifted me off the floor and cuffed my hands behind my back and then again above my elbows, and then they cuffed my ankles. A heavy collar was buckled and locked around my neck, and all the while I tried to protest over the gag but could make nothing but incoherent moans. I was already dribbleing from the gag and I knew that it would only get worse. A leash was then attached to the collar and I was half dragged and carried to a van. I tried to fight all the time and was not able to, I was helpless, a prisoner, a slave, a captive.
I was secured to the floor of the van and could only contemplate where they were taking me. The reality would be unthinkable.
The van stopped and the doors opened. I was in a garage somewhere. It looked like some kind of loading dock. Then I saw the signs. "Museum of Contemporary Art - Loading Dock". Fuck I was in a public place. Maybe there would be some way that I could escape, maybe someone would help me. The cuffs were removed from my legs and the leash reattached to the collar around my neck . I was led through a series of tunnels until I reached a door. There was a man waiting there.
"Fuck look at that poor bastard! I have to say this will be the weirdest exhibit we have ever had here. Are you sure he is completely willing to go through with this."
"Yep he is loving every minute of this" said one of my captors.
I tried to shake my head furiously to indicate that I was not enjoying this but the collar of the suit prevented me from doing so. I tried to moan through the gag but could not tell this man that I needed help.
"Ok - well the crowd are waiting you should take him through now."
With that my captors opened the door. And Iwas dragged into the museum. There were people everywhere. Some looked shocked, some absolutely repulsed and horrified at the sight of a man encased in rubber and in bondage and some looked absolutely intrigued. My hardened cock stood out before me covered tightly in rubber which I am sure to most of the art lovers here was a grotesque but interesting thing, I struggled to free myself but could not do so. If I was able to pull away momentarily to try to scream for help the people jumped out of the way and laughed, as if I was an actor in a show and they were part of the audience participation. By now the drugs had worn off and my senses were reeling. Surely someone would see that I was screaming for help, someone would know that this was not a show but real and that I needed help. I tried to plead with my eyes but the goggles of the hood kept them hidden. I could not signal the crowd in any way. I looked like someone who enjoyed a fetish and was acting for the crowd. I was in public and helpless. Part of a show that was all too real to me.
Slowly I was dragged into one of the exhibition rooms. There in the middle of a start white floor was a standing cage. A sign on the cage stated that I was a "Slave to my Art". I guessed correctly that this was going to be my display case. Various other items of bondage were in the room too. A vaulting horse, a St Andrews Cross and a sling. I assumed that I would be familiarised with all of them before the exhibit was over. I screamed into the gag and struggled with my captors but to no avail. They effortlessly put me in the cage, which only allowed me to stand. There in full rubber and tight bondage the crowd could walk by and view the slave to art. Some of the brave ones touched me through the cage and I was repulsed with each touch. I tried to communicate that I needed help but could not get my message through.
The worst was yet to come. I was slumped against the bars of the cage crying , after hours of being on display, when I heard some all too familiar voices. Startled I looked up to see two of my best friends enter the display room.
"I just don’t understand what is wrong with him. He asks us to meet him here, arranges the tickets for us and then doesn’t show. What the fuck is wrong with him Rick?"
"I don’t know Paul. Let’s just enjoy the exhibit anyway"
"Yeh but we are only on leave for a couple of hours and I wanted to get some action, but here we are in a museum. What the fuck was he thinking."
I tried to scream out and attract their attention. Rick and Paul were two good friends of mine and both in the Navy. Here they were in the same room as me. I was in full rubber and they were in their full dress blues. They always looked hot in uniform. I remembered nights were they had lent me one of their uniforms and taken me out on the town with them. We scored some hot action on those nights.
"Come on lets get the fuck out of here. I want some action" said Rick.
"Hey Rick - have a look at that poor bastard. Now that is some of the action that I like. A hot stud encased in rubber. Poor bastard looks a bit uncomfortable. looks like that suit would be fucking hot to wear."
"Fuck me I would like to get into that ass though Paul" replied Paul.
One of my captors started to walk over towards them. I could not hear the conversation but he shook hands with both of them and the left.
I screamed as hard as I could through the gag to try to get their attention but they continued to leave.
The man who had spoken to them came over to me. "Don’t worry slut - they’ll be back to see you later"
After what seemed like hours Paul and Rick did return.
"Evening Gents. We are just about to close the exhibit. Hang around for a bit and we can organise that private session for you."
Private session. What the fuck did they mean.
As the last of the crowd left the room they closed all the doors and Rick and Paul and my captors were the only people left.
"Ok Gent’s we’ll get the slut ready for you."
My captors opened the door to my cage and dragged me out. I broke free and ran towards Rick and Paul trying to plead with them, make them recognise me.
"Grab him for us will you boys"
Paul and Rick grabbed me and dragged me back towards my captors.
"He really likes this stuff boys, just likes to act. He will love being fucked by you both" said my other captor.
No you can’t get my two friends to fuck me. They are not like that. There is no way they would do this. But Rick and Paul grabbed me and handed me back to my captors. I was strapped to the vaulting horse and my legs were secured to it. My hands were uncuffed and then secured to the front legs of the horse. The vaulting horse was set up so that my ass was at the right height for me to be fucked. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
"He’s ready boys. Come and show him what you have for him."
Rick and Paul were in front of me suddenly.
"Are you sure he’ll enjoy this. I’ve never fucked a man in bondage before." Asked Paul
"This is the kind of shit he lives for believe us. You will make his night with this. After a day of bondage this is a release for him" said one of the men.
That was all the assurance they needed. Rick started to undo the thirteen buttons of his trousers. His cock was already hard with the aniticipation of what he was going to do. It fell out of his boxers and he started to pull it to get it harder. Then he was behind me.
One of the men began to deflate and remove the butt plug up my ass. The releif was wonderful. It had begun to become painful. The releif was short lived though as Rick pushed his huge cock into my ass.
I screamed through the gag as he pumped my ass hard. I could not believe this was happening to me. Here were two of my best friends who would do anything for me. If I could just tell them that it was me they would help me escape, but there was no way I could signal them. I was helpless.
After what felt like forever, Rick came into my ass. Then it was Paul’s turn and he did not waste any time. My ass was on fire and I was on the verge of fainting. I could not believe this was happening. When Paul had finished he laid on top of me panting.
"Fuck that was good. I don’t know about you mate but I enjoyed that, hope you did too!" he said as he patted me on the ass.
"Don’t you worry, He would have gotten a lot out of that. He will be forever in your debt." Said my captors.
"He’s a little rubber whore who loves to sell his ass. Tonight however he is free for the taking, and you my gent’s are special customers. In fact if you are around tomorrow night he will be here waiting in anticipation for you to fuck him again."
"I think we would both be into that!" said Paul
"Good see you tomorrow night same time sailors!"
As Paul and Rick left I sobbed. I was truly a helpless slave. If my captors could arrange this then how could I ever fight them. In this rubber skin people would only see me as some kind of sick fetish lover. The master could do anything to me and I would not be able to resist. No one would come to my rescue because they would assume that I would love what is happening to me.
Someone was standing in front of me. I looked up to see the imposing figure of the Master in front of me.
"Congratulations slut. You have been a very sucessful exhibit. So much so that we have extended your season until the end of the week. During this time your potential new buyers will be able to sample you as well as any of your friends we happen to invite along. Take him to the van and bring him back tomorrow"
I felt a jab in my arm and the feeling of helplessness came over me again.
To be continued ????