Author: Encaser
Part 1
Blinking slowly at first, Adam opened his eyes. His lashes fluttered, brushing against rubber, as he strained to focus. He shifted his weight impatiently, toes to heels, while his eyes adjusted once again to the bright lights. How long had he kept his eyes closed, trying to block out what was now before him? The stunning reflection of a rubber mummy and its restless little movements were clearly visible. Adam watched as its adjoined feet squirmed. The tightly cocooned musculature, sheathed entirely limb to body, writhed and wobbled in response to its fidgety feet, balancing itself with awkward movements that hours ago had looked horny but now appeared pathetic to Adam. Seconds became minutes with passing time, as Adam observed the fused mass of body and limb struggle to balance against each small shift in posture. Exercising the limited motion of which it was capable, its harnessed head and shoulders bobbed in place, barely able to reciprocate as they strained the straps anchoring them to the top and sides of the steel cell.
Striving to distance his emotions from the reflection and to cope with the sudden urgency of his physical needs, Adam heard the mummy sigh and groan involuntarily. Momentarily overwhelmed by his desire for release, he called out for help, grunting loudly as he squirmed and twisted. Though he knew he sounded pitiful, his dignity was crumbling, threatening to give way to desperation and panic.
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ah ah, ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“AH AH AH, AH AH AH, AH AH AH, AH AH AH!”
Hoping his vocal assertions would bring rescue, Adam continued, but there was no sign of his captor, Jeff. Following a long interval punctuated by intermittent cries for help, Adam forced himself to shut up and keep still. Maybe if he waited quietly now, Jeff would come.
Suppressing the urge to reposition his hot, sweaty feet for the millionth time, Adam stood as straight and unmoving as possible and studied the reflection, now motionless. Behind the thick bars that formed the facing side of the small, vertical prison cell directly opposite the large, mirrored wall of the dungeon in Jeff’s basement, the upright mummy looked like a rubber totem. At the top of the floor to ceiling mirror, the reflected bright light and shiny, black latex emphasized the skintight enclosure of the totem’s masculine skull and square jaw. The encapsulated head was displayed prominently by the rubber compressing it above a thick neck encircled by a wide posture collar. Lower in the mirror, despite the coherence of limbs and body within the close-fitting, tightly applied sleepsack and vertical body harness, the classic V shape and pronounced muscles of an athletic, well built male were discernable under the outer layer of heavy rubber and thick straps.
Persisting in his attempt to distance himself from the situation, Adam continued to scrutinize his mirror image as though it was someone, or something, else – a friend or stranger, some hot, hapless rubber fetishist, trapped in his own rubber bondage fantasy; a rubber statue or sculpture, a sadomasochistic masterpiece created by a talented and perverted artist; or an alien vulcan creature from a far off rubber planet, imprisoned by scientists for analysis. The reflection showed no evidence of the minute apertures piercing the rubber around Adam’s eyes that allowed him to see through the skintight hood encasing his head. In contrast, a pink oral cavity, evident through the opening of the wide piss gag, was clearly visible. Adam scanned the immediate area, including the video equipment visible from within his tight rubber hood. The irony of being in rubber solitary confinement in Jeff’s dungeon basement while broadcasting over the internet had lost its appeal a long time ago.
Much earlier, Adam’s predicament, combined with his ability to watch himself deal with its restrictiveness, had produced extreme horniness and four or five monster orgasms, all with agonizing erections and spurts of cum stifled by tight rubber encasement. Heftily plugged, uncomfortably gagged, thoroughly sealed and tightly bound in multiple rubber layers, imprisoned and tethered in place, left alone to stew in Jeff’s securely locked torture cell, yet on full display for all who paid the fee to access Jeff’s web site, Adam had been in rubber bondage heaven, living the reality of what he craved in his horny jerk-off dreams. Twisting, squirming, straining, sweating, feeling the full effect of maximum rubber encasement and restraint, Adam worked his muscles into a frenzy until his entire body responded like a giant cock, cumming again and again.
Now, what seemed like hours later, though he could not be certain how much time had passed, Adam was in a pickle – or, rather, had turned into one – a human rubber pickle, marinating within a latex cocoon, inside of which his horniness had turned into suffering, and his predicament seemed like torture. The layered effect of the multiple casements, tight sleepsack, harness of lateral and vertical straps, and upright cell forced Adam to maintain strict posture. Though his cock stiffened intermittently even now, its erect state merely added to his torment. He no longer cared about trying to cum again; plus, he knew that if he were observed enjoying himself, Jeff might leave him simmer even longer.
While Adam had lusted through the early orgasmic interlude of his incarceration, enjoying the ultimate in rubber encapsulation, he knew from experience that the rhythm of Jeff’s passion was the reverse of his own. As time passed and prolonged unmercifully, the less Adam enjoyed his tight situation, and the more desperate he became for release, the harder Jeff’s cock would become. Jeff loved prolonged hard-ons, and watching Adam squirm was his favorite method of producing one. Adam knew that the extended period of begging for attention from Jeff would eventually pay off, but that did not change the reality or difficulty of his dilemma. Fuck! He wanted out now, not later!
“Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
“AHHHHHHHH!”
“Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
The cycle repeated itself: Adam squirmed and cried for help when he felt desperate, calmed himself when there was no response, and cursed himself when his cock pulsed with new hardness. Adam had learned from Jeff long ago that when you’re sealed in rubber, restrained, gagged, locked in a cell and left in a basement without much else going on, no clocks, television, radio, or windows, it's impossible to tell time. Maybe an hour went by, maybe two hours, as Adam begged; maybe Adam had been in place two or three hours before that. Adam wasn't sure.
Eventually, Adam willed himself to pass into a different plane – drift in time, float away from his body, enter a meditative state – anything that would preserve his ability to endure. Staring at his motionless, tightly encapsulated form, knowing what was under the rubber sleepsack encasing it, he felt his cock grow huge, punishing him with a painfully stiff hardness and an unwanted adrenaline rush that threatened his becalmed state. Resisting the urge to enhance his erection by struggling, he closed his eyes, once again cutting off the image in the mirror. Thirty seconds, perhaps even a full minute passed as a hypnotic concentration took hold, allowing him to lose track of time, space, and reality, until the jolting sound of a strong, reproachful voice interrupted his reverie.
“It’s almost bedtime, pig. Have I caught you sleeping?”
Adam opened his eyes, wiggled in place, and grunted loudly, making one sound of the small range permitted by the wide pisspig gag:
“Ahhhhhhhh!” “Ahhhhhhhh!”
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Through the eyeholes in his hood, he tried to achieve immediate focus, set on interpreting Jeff’s intentions. With a smirk on his face, Jeff looked superior, taunting, smart ass. He was all cool and comfortable, legs spread and hands on hips, bulging thighs and tight abs apparent under his skintight latex singlet. The partial coverage exaggerated the contours of his perfect body and showed off the exposed areas of muscle. In contrast, Adam sweated and squirmed in his tight rubber cocoon; anchored in place and sealed head to toe in multiple latex layers, he had been balancing his mummified body on tightly adjoined legs and feet for hours, while Jeff relaxed in some other part of the house, probably watching Adam on his computer. It was a very hot, horny rubber situation, but at the moment Adam felt trapped on the wrong side of it.
Jeff’s appearance and the striking disparity of their images in the mirror reinforced Adam’s loss of dignity, but he didn’t care. He was ready to turn into the blubbering mess that he knew Jeff wanted to see. He tried to beg.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“Was that a ‘please’”?
“E-S-S!”
“E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z!”
Adam caught site of the reflection of his latex-sealed form bouncing in the cell as he squirmed and begged. “Ahhhhhhhh!” “Ahhhhhhhh!” “E-E-E-E-E-Z.”
He heard an evil snort, followed by loud, sarcastic words from Jeff: “Please what, pig? Let you out? Already?”
“E-S-S!”
“E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z!”
“I don’t think so. You'll stay here until I’m good and ready to let you go. That may be later tonight, or it may be tomorrow.”
Fidgeting in his bindings, Adam moaned and groaned in response.
“So you better get used to the idea that you’re staying put for quite a while longer.” Jeff grinned and rubbed his crotch with one hand. “I do love to hear you beg while I watch you squirm. Oh, and by the way, apparently so do the internet perverts.”
As Jeff’s words penetrated Adam’s consciousness, Adam responded with worried, angry silence. Adam caught his breath, inhaling deeply through the gag, when he noticed Jeff move to the back of the cell. Simultaneously, Adam watched Jeff in the mirror and felt the effects of Jeff’s actions: sharp tugs at the buckles of the head and body harnesses; heavy traction as Jeff methodically tightened each strap, anchoring Adam even more thoroughly in place; loud groans as the increased tension further restricted Adam’s muscles and stimulated his engorging cock.
Squirming in erotic torment as he tested the tighter bondage, Adam saw Jeff move closely to one side and reach through the bars of the cell. He jerked in response to Jeff’s hands as they prodded the outer rubber surface compressing the layers that constrained Adam’s overworked cock. Adam attempted to pull his pelvis back, to escape the stimulation, but Jeff’s other hand slapped the compact rubber over Adam’s ass and forced the tightly packed buttocks forward. While the encasement, harnesses, and steel cell denied Adam all mobility except that of twisting and squirming in place, the same cell bars and bindings allowed Jeff complete access to the encapsulated rubber mummy. Jeff could do anything he wanted, and Adam couldn’t do a thing about it. With the mummy’s rubberized crotch and ass suddenly trapped between Jeff’s strong hands, Adam groaned loudly as Jeff increased the pressure mercilessly. Unable to resist, Adam thrust frantically forward and back, assisting Jeff in fiendishly mashing his uncomfortably compressed cock and driving the large plug even deeper into Adam’s butt hole.
Adam heard Jeff’s voice, more erotic than mocking now, close to the cell bars next to Adam’s hooded ears. “Feels better when it’s tighter, doesn’t it, pig?”
Adam couldn’t help himself. “E-E-T-H-I-R!”
Jeff laughed. “I like it when you reveal your true nature this way. Your big, sexy cock is very hard. I can feel it, even pressed down under all those layers of tight rubber. I can’t touch that huge plug in your ass, but I know it’s in there. I feel your ass fucking itself with it.”
Adam rasped and heaved as Jeff seduced him further with promises of more to come. “Don’t fret, pig. This is just the beginning. I’m not ready to tell you how long you’ve been here, but believe me, while it’s been long enough to make my cock as hard as yours, there’s still plenty of time to go, maybe all night.”
Building toward orgasm as he gloried in the tighter bindings and his Master’s heavy touch, Adam lusted in his rubber layers. He moaned enthusiastically for rougher treatment as Jeff’s manipulations intensified, culminating in a convulsive climax that had Adam screaming through his gag with each pulse of his cock.
Abruptly, barely able to focus, Adam was aware of the withdrawal of Jeff’s hands. Facing him, Jeff had moved to the front of the cell. Jeff’s huge erection was now visible under the tight crotch of the rubber singlet. Sighing deeply, twisting in the body harness and squirming in the sleepsack, Adam tried to calm himself and concentrate on Jeff’s words.
“We had 22 new members join our fledgling rubber porn site in just the time you’ve been in there tonight. And all of them paid for webcast premium access. Isn’t e-commerce wonderful? You might be able to quit your day job soon. Spend full time down here in my video dungeon. I’ll be your rubber Master pimp while you earn your keep as my bondage whore.”
Adam wasn’t amused. With the orgasm passing quickly, he was headed toward misery and wanted out immediately.
“You will need to learn to pace yourself better, though. Don’t cum so much right away. Spread it out a little more to keep your fans interested. That’s what I came down here to tell you. In fact, if I were a rubber slut like you, knowing I might have to spend the entire night that way, I wouldn’t have cum just now, for example.”
Adam was pissed. Jeff had made him cum, and now was mocking him for doing it. Adam couldn’t control his anger. He tried to swear at Jeff: “UCKEW!”
Jeff gave Adam a giant smile and said, “See you later, pig. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. Maybe to torment you again, maybe to release you. Until then, enjoy.”
Through the eyeholes in his hood, Adam stared daggers at Jeff, but Jeff had turned around, walking away.
As Jeff disappeared from view, Adam protested through the gag.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
Adam pleaded repeatedly, but Jeff was gone.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
He waited a minute or two, maybe five, he couldn’t tell for sure, and then cried out again, but Jeff did not return.
As the minutes passed, Adam begged, squirmed, and waited. He couldn’t do much else.
Part 2
As the minutes passed and accumulated toward some unknown span of time, Adam begged, squirmed, and waited. He couldn’t do much else. Tired of pleading for help, yet fearing Jeff would interpret silence as resignation, or even contentment, Adam continued to whine, grunt and moan intermittently through the open-mouth gag. At desperate moments, he pleaded loudly.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
After one long and particularly vigorous outburst, while Adam paused to take a breath, the sound of Jeff’s voice came through the audio system in the dungeon.
“Not very convincing, pig!”
Adam struggled even more energetically and moaned loudly in response. He cursed inwardly: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Enough already! “E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
Continuing his intermittent howling, Adam begged and waited, begged and waited. There was really nothing else he could do. Several minutes passed, maybe a half hour, he estimated, with no further sound on the audio from Jeff. Adam tried to visualize Jeff, on his way down to release him. If he concentrated enough, maybe telepathy would work in his favor. Afraid to close his eyes for fear of missing Jeff’s re-entry into the dungeon, he stared straight ahead, observing himself in the mirror, just as Jeff intended. Thickly plugged, widely ring-gagged, encapsulated in layers of latex, sealed in a tightly zipped and belted sleepsack, harnessed, strapped, collared, and bound in place, he remained standing, wiggling, bolt upright in the narrow steel cell. In some ways it was the same old story: Adam was used to the encapsulation. In other ways, though, it was a new experience – each time he was pushed beyond his perception of tolerance, the situation seemed novel and endless. Adam knew what Jeff would say: “Get over yourself, pig. What you think you can take doesn’t matter. It’s what I think you can take that matters.” Seconds, minutes, hours, a whole night? The shiny black cocoon, sleek and muscular, writhing and twisting in the mirror, revealed little of what Adam was experiencing in his head. The image emphasized fetishistic rubber bondage submission at its maximum, implying a level of commitment that Adam no longer felt, at least at the moment. Adam’s reality, suffering and wanting out, was inside the rubber, trapped, un-reflectable, in his head. Squirming and stuck in a tight spot, Adam stayed put, a sweaty-hot rubber mummy, sealed in layers of latex along with his own tormenting thoughts, tied in place and locked away until Jeff decided otherwise.
Adam knew Jeff would make him work hard to get out, that’s how it always was between them lately, but that didn’t change the agony of doing the work. Jeff’s horniness was jazzed, and Adam suspected Jeff needed to up the ante by pushing Adam to the hilt. Desperate to convey his need for release to Jeff, yet not pleased that the perverts viewing the webcast would also be recipients of his endeavors, Adam renewed his efforts to struggle, watching the rubber mummy plead, squirm and bounce in its cell as though someone else. He wondered how many rubber pigs across the world were jerking off to his image. Minutes passed, perhaps more. Eventually exhausted, Adam stood still, staring into the mirror, resting and contemplating his predicament. His asshole longed to rid itself of the monster plug. His jaws and mouth ached. His body, marinating in sweat, craved movement: arms sealed against his sides, legs and feet adjoined tightly by rubber encapsulation, all hungry for escape from their rubber prison. Any slight movement pulled against the harness straps and reminded Adam how thoroughly cocooned and restrained he was. Jeff’s earlier words replayed in his head: “See you later, pig. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. Maybe to torment you again, maybe to release you. Until then, enjoy.” Reawakened, Adam’s cock pulsated, becoming moderately hard. Unwillingly, Adam felt the stirring of a bondage-induced testosterone surge. He tried to ignore it.
Examining himself in the mirror, swearing internally and thinking of Jeff’s taunts, Adam was shocked when the dungeon went black, its lights suddenly turned off. Plunged into darkness, Adam felt immediately overwhelmed, consumed by a hopeless feeling of abandonment. Had Jeff turned off the webcast and gone to bed? His cock hardened even further at the thought Jeff neglecting him like that, but his mind was in a panic. Was there a power failure? Was Jeff on his way down to check on him? Shocked by the blackout, Adam became silent, listening for any sign of what it meant. Hyperaware in the darkness, no longer able to see his rubber reflection in the mirror, he felt his cocooned body squirm and his hard cock throb. His tender hole squeezed the giant plugging his muscular butt. Engulfed in blackness, the sensation of encapsulation seemed more acute. He was on the verge of crossing over again, of making the transition from intolerable discomfort to erotic stimulation. Straining to hear through the rubber encasing his head, he imagined footsteps, yet minutes passed with no change. He felt inhuman, like an object in storage, forgotten until its owner needed it. Being forced to stand all night, sealed in a tight sleepsack, would not be easy. As usual, it felt like he was getting more than he bargained for. There was nothing he could do but stick it out. It could be a very long, uncomfortable night, and the thought of it was food to his cock, which had already been overfed tonight. He fought the urge to stimulate it by struggling. Instead, he waited, and waited. He stood silently, alone in his quiet, dark world of cock-hardening rubber bondage, until he heard a short quip from Jeff on the audio system:
“Sealed and silent.”
Adam bellowed through the ring gag, “E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z, T-H-I-R!”
As Adam vocalized, the lights came on in the dungeon. Adjusting to the return of brightness, Adam squinted through the tiny holes in his rubber hood to see Jeff appear, walking into the dungeon toward him. He was accompanied by a handsome young man, dressed in a fetish type of military-style rubber uniform and carrying what looked like an equipment case. Adam did not recognize him. In close proximity to each other, Jeff and the man made an unbelievably sexy-hot impression.
Jeff wisecracked an introduction, making sure to humiliate Adam in the process. “John, this is my pig, Adam, in the flesh. Or should I say ‘in rubber covered flesh.’ He’s in several layers of very tight latex under that sleepsack.”
Adam saw John studying him carefully, examining Adam with an intense gaze up and down his bound form. John responded cheerfully, “Hi, pig. Glad to hear you are so well encased in there.” John turned to Jeff and said, “I think he’ll make an excellent model, very photogenic. He’s even better in person than on the Internet.”
John continued, “Sorry to keep both of you waiting so long. How long has he been that way?”
“Not that long,” Jeff sneered.
Fuck you, Adam thought. Helplessly turned on by the situation, Adam felt his cock throb anew. Despite the excitement and hard cock, he was reluctant to give up on the idea of release. Still desperate for Jeff to believe he wanted out, Adam hissed through his gag: “UCKEW! OU-OUW!” He struggled and protested, grunted and fussed, but only succeeded in amusing the two rubber studs outside his cell.
Jeff laughed. “He’s good for quite a while longer, at least as long as the photo session takes. Hell, he’s good for the rest of the night.”
Through the rubber hood, Adam wondered if he heard correctly – photo session?
Jeff continued. “The web site is pretty popular. The counter shows hundreds, sometimes thousands of hits a night. But we need some high quality, professional still shots for some of the pages, and I appreciate your offer to make it happen.”
“UCKEW!” Adam was simultaneously turned on and pissed. Jeff had not told him about the photo session!
John chuckled, “Sounds like he has a cold!”
Jeff snickered. “He’s healthy, but I do want to take care of that noise.”
Powerless to do anything else, Adam moaned and squirmed in place inside his cell as he watched John and Jeff through the tiny holes in his hood. As John set up his camera gear and adjusted the lighting, Jeff retrieved the companion piece to the ring gag, a huge rubber mouth plug. Helplessly aroused by what was happening, Adam saw and felt Jeff insert the plug and fasten it securely in place.
“Mmpffffff. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmpffff.”
No longer able to vocalize except for stifled moans, Adam reveled in the thoroughness of his completely gagged state. “Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.”
Despite his prior exhaustion, Adam relished the sensation of his mouth, forced wide and stuffed full by the combination-style gag, which seemed to complete the head-to-toe packaging of the bound, gagged, plugged, and utterly encapsulated rubber mummy he saw in the mirror.
In the meantime, Jeff had discovered Adam’s fierce erection under the rubber layers, and Adam moaned deeply in response to Jeff’s probing grip, though the noise was barely audible owing to the effective gag.
John commented with a smile as he experimented with camera lenses and focus. “Much quieter, but sounds like he’s enjoying himself in there.”
Jeff said, “He’s a happy rubber slut now that he’s completely gagged. He loves to be plugged at both ends and mummified in layers, but I can’t leave him alone with his mouth stuffed.” Adam moaned internally, in ecstasy as he watched Jeff’s image in the mirror: reaching through the bars of the cell, massaging the mummy’s crotch area, caressing the gagged mouth and square jaw of its rubber-sealed face, patting its latex-covered head in approval as it squirmed and moaned in appreciation.
John continued, “Thanks for waiting until I finished my earlier stint. I am already enjoying this and we’ve barely started. I’ll need to experiment with the lighting and use of a flash. Do you have anything in mind after the photo shoot of Adam in the cell?”
Jeff said, “Yes. I have a few ideas. Whatever we do, I want to keep him like he is in the rubber sack. We don’t have many sleepsack pictures, and that’s what the site users have been requesting. After you’re done there we’ll get him un-harnessed and out of the cell, and then experiment. He won’t have much flexibility in that tight sack, but we might be able to bend him into a sitting position locked in the small cage or tie his ankles back into a hogtie to pose for a few shots.” As Jeff spoke, he increased the pressure on Adam’s cock unmercifully, and Adam squirmed, grunted, and then moaned deeply.
Jeff’s description of his plans penetrated Adam’s consciousness, threatening to send him over the edge. Already too many orgasms tonight, Adam thought, and now another. Deep inside the rubber layers, Adam felt his cock begin to explode. Fighting it, not wanting it to happen, he struggled and moaned.
“Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm.”
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
“Sounds like he’s cumming,” John said, as he positioned his camera on a tripod.
Smiling as he milked Adam through the excruciating orgasm, Jeff said, “I wanted him to. It will exhaust him. That way he’ll calm down for a little while and keep still for the camera.”
John laughed appreciatively and said, “Good thinking.”
Zoning out, barely aware of his surroundings as he orgasmed, Adam moaned in agony-ecstasy as he glimpsed his rubber reflection in the mirror and saw the camera flash
Part 1
Blinking slowly at first, Adam opened his eyes. His lashes fluttered, brushing against rubber, as he strained to focus. He shifted his weight impatiently, toes to heels, while his eyes adjusted once again to the bright lights. How long had he kept his eyes closed, trying to block out what was now before him? The stunning reflection of a rubber mummy and its restless little movements were clearly visible. Adam watched as its adjoined feet squirmed. The tightly cocooned musculature, sheathed entirely limb to body, writhed and wobbled in response to its fidgety feet, balancing itself with awkward movements that hours ago had looked horny but now appeared pathetic to Adam. Seconds became minutes with passing time, as Adam observed the fused mass of body and limb struggle to balance against each small shift in posture. Exercising the limited motion of which it was capable, its harnessed head and shoulders bobbed in place, barely able to reciprocate as they strained the straps anchoring them to the top and sides of the steel cell.
Striving to distance his emotions from the reflection and to cope with the sudden urgency of his physical needs, Adam heard the mummy sigh and groan involuntarily. Momentarily overwhelmed by his desire for release, he called out for help, grunting loudly as he squirmed and twisted. Though he knew he sounded pitiful, his dignity was crumbling, threatening to give way to desperation and panic.
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“Ah ah, ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“AH AH AH, AH AH AH, AH AH AH, AH AH AH!”
Hoping his vocal assertions would bring rescue, Adam continued, but there was no sign of his captor, Jeff. Following a long interval punctuated by intermittent cries for help, Adam forced himself to shut up and keep still. Maybe if he waited quietly now, Jeff would come.
Suppressing the urge to reposition his hot, sweaty feet for the millionth time, Adam stood as straight and unmoving as possible and studied the reflection, now motionless. Behind the thick bars that formed the facing side of the small, vertical prison cell directly opposite the large, mirrored wall of the dungeon in Jeff’s basement, the upright mummy looked like a rubber totem. At the top of the floor to ceiling mirror, the reflected bright light and shiny, black latex emphasized the skintight enclosure of the totem’s masculine skull and square jaw. The encapsulated head was displayed prominently by the rubber compressing it above a thick neck encircled by a wide posture collar. Lower in the mirror, despite the coherence of limbs and body within the close-fitting, tightly applied sleepsack and vertical body harness, the classic V shape and pronounced muscles of an athletic, well built male were discernable under the outer layer of heavy rubber and thick straps.
Persisting in his attempt to distance himself from the situation, Adam continued to scrutinize his mirror image as though it was someone, or something, else – a friend or stranger, some hot, hapless rubber fetishist, trapped in his own rubber bondage fantasy; a rubber statue or sculpture, a sadomasochistic masterpiece created by a talented and perverted artist; or an alien vulcan creature from a far off rubber planet, imprisoned by scientists for analysis. The reflection showed no evidence of the minute apertures piercing the rubber around Adam’s eyes that allowed him to see through the skintight hood encasing his head. In contrast, a pink oral cavity, evident through the opening of the wide piss gag, was clearly visible. Adam scanned the immediate area, including the video equipment visible from within his tight rubber hood. The irony of being in rubber solitary confinement in Jeff’s dungeon basement while broadcasting over the internet had lost its appeal a long time ago.
Much earlier, Adam’s predicament, combined with his ability to watch himself deal with its restrictiveness, had produced extreme horniness and four or five monster orgasms, all with agonizing erections and spurts of cum stifled by tight rubber encasement. Heftily plugged, uncomfortably gagged, thoroughly sealed and tightly bound in multiple rubber layers, imprisoned and tethered in place, left alone to stew in Jeff’s securely locked torture cell, yet on full display for all who paid the fee to access Jeff’s web site, Adam had been in rubber bondage heaven, living the reality of what he craved in his horny jerk-off dreams. Twisting, squirming, straining, sweating, feeling the full effect of maximum rubber encasement and restraint, Adam worked his muscles into a frenzy until his entire body responded like a giant cock, cumming again and again.
Now, what seemed like hours later, though he could not be certain how much time had passed, Adam was in a pickle – or, rather, had turned into one – a human rubber pickle, marinating within a latex cocoon, inside of which his horniness had turned into suffering, and his predicament seemed like torture. The layered effect of the multiple casements, tight sleepsack, harness of lateral and vertical straps, and upright cell forced Adam to maintain strict posture. Though his cock stiffened intermittently even now, its erect state merely added to his torment. He no longer cared about trying to cum again; plus, he knew that if he were observed enjoying himself, Jeff might leave him simmer even longer.
While Adam had lusted through the early orgasmic interlude of his incarceration, enjoying the ultimate in rubber encapsulation, he knew from experience that the rhythm of Jeff’s passion was the reverse of his own. As time passed and prolonged unmercifully, the less Adam enjoyed his tight situation, and the more desperate he became for release, the harder Jeff’s cock would become. Jeff loved prolonged hard-ons, and watching Adam squirm was his favorite method of producing one. Adam knew that the extended period of begging for attention from Jeff would eventually pay off, but that did not change the reality or difficulty of his dilemma. Fuck! He wanted out now, not later!
“Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
“AHHHHHHHH!”
“Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!”
The cycle repeated itself: Adam squirmed and cried for help when he felt desperate, calmed himself when there was no response, and cursed himself when his cock pulsed with new hardness. Adam had learned from Jeff long ago that when you’re sealed in rubber, restrained, gagged, locked in a cell and left in a basement without much else going on, no clocks, television, radio, or windows, it's impossible to tell time. Maybe an hour went by, maybe two hours, as Adam begged; maybe Adam had been in place two or three hours before that. Adam wasn't sure.
Eventually, Adam willed himself to pass into a different plane – drift in time, float away from his body, enter a meditative state – anything that would preserve his ability to endure. Staring at his motionless, tightly encapsulated form, knowing what was under the rubber sleepsack encasing it, he felt his cock grow huge, punishing him with a painfully stiff hardness and an unwanted adrenaline rush that threatened his becalmed state. Resisting the urge to enhance his erection by struggling, he closed his eyes, once again cutting off the image in the mirror. Thirty seconds, perhaps even a full minute passed as a hypnotic concentration took hold, allowing him to lose track of time, space, and reality, until the jolting sound of a strong, reproachful voice interrupted his reverie.
“It’s almost bedtime, pig. Have I caught you sleeping?”
Adam opened his eyes, wiggled in place, and grunted loudly, making one sound of the small range permitted by the wide pisspig gag:
“Ahhhhhhhh!” “Ahhhhhhhh!”
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Through the eyeholes in his hood, he tried to achieve immediate focus, set on interpreting Jeff’s intentions. With a smirk on his face, Jeff looked superior, taunting, smart ass. He was all cool and comfortable, legs spread and hands on hips, bulging thighs and tight abs apparent under his skintight latex singlet. The partial coverage exaggerated the contours of his perfect body and showed off the exposed areas of muscle. In contrast, Adam sweated and squirmed in his tight rubber cocoon; anchored in place and sealed head to toe in multiple latex layers, he had been balancing his mummified body on tightly adjoined legs and feet for hours, while Jeff relaxed in some other part of the house, probably watching Adam on his computer. It was a very hot, horny rubber situation, but at the moment Adam felt trapped on the wrong side of it.
Jeff’s appearance and the striking disparity of their images in the mirror reinforced Adam’s loss of dignity, but he didn’t care. He was ready to turn into the blubbering mess that he knew Jeff wanted to see. He tried to beg.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“Was that a ‘please’”?
“E-S-S!”
“E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z!”
Adam caught site of the reflection of his latex-sealed form bouncing in the cell as he squirmed and begged. “Ahhhhhhhh!” “Ahhhhhhhh!” “E-E-E-E-E-Z.”
He heard an evil snort, followed by loud, sarcastic words from Jeff: “Please what, pig? Let you out? Already?”
“E-S-S!”
“E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z!”
“I don’t think so. You'll stay here until I’m good and ready to let you go. That may be later tonight, or it may be tomorrow.”
Fidgeting in his bindings, Adam moaned and groaned in response.
“So you better get used to the idea that you’re staying put for quite a while longer.” Jeff grinned and rubbed his crotch with one hand. “I do love to hear you beg while I watch you squirm. Oh, and by the way, apparently so do the internet perverts.”
As Jeff’s words penetrated Adam’s consciousness, Adam responded with worried, angry silence. Adam caught his breath, inhaling deeply through the gag, when he noticed Jeff move to the back of the cell. Simultaneously, Adam watched Jeff in the mirror and felt the effects of Jeff’s actions: sharp tugs at the buckles of the head and body harnesses; heavy traction as Jeff methodically tightened each strap, anchoring Adam even more thoroughly in place; loud groans as the increased tension further restricted Adam’s muscles and stimulated his engorging cock.
Squirming in erotic torment as he tested the tighter bondage, Adam saw Jeff move closely to one side and reach through the bars of the cell. He jerked in response to Jeff’s hands as they prodded the outer rubber surface compressing the layers that constrained Adam’s overworked cock. Adam attempted to pull his pelvis back, to escape the stimulation, but Jeff’s other hand slapped the compact rubber over Adam’s ass and forced the tightly packed buttocks forward. While the encasement, harnesses, and steel cell denied Adam all mobility except that of twisting and squirming in place, the same cell bars and bindings allowed Jeff complete access to the encapsulated rubber mummy. Jeff could do anything he wanted, and Adam couldn’t do a thing about it. With the mummy’s rubberized crotch and ass suddenly trapped between Jeff’s strong hands, Adam groaned loudly as Jeff increased the pressure mercilessly. Unable to resist, Adam thrust frantically forward and back, assisting Jeff in fiendishly mashing his uncomfortably compressed cock and driving the large plug even deeper into Adam’s butt hole.
Adam heard Jeff’s voice, more erotic than mocking now, close to the cell bars next to Adam’s hooded ears. “Feels better when it’s tighter, doesn’t it, pig?”
Adam couldn’t help himself. “E-E-T-H-I-R!”
Jeff laughed. “I like it when you reveal your true nature this way. Your big, sexy cock is very hard. I can feel it, even pressed down under all those layers of tight rubber. I can’t touch that huge plug in your ass, but I know it’s in there. I feel your ass fucking itself with it.”
Adam rasped and heaved as Jeff seduced him further with promises of more to come. “Don’t fret, pig. This is just the beginning. I’m not ready to tell you how long you’ve been here, but believe me, while it’s been long enough to make my cock as hard as yours, there’s still plenty of time to go, maybe all night.”
Building toward orgasm as he gloried in the tighter bindings and his Master’s heavy touch, Adam lusted in his rubber layers. He moaned enthusiastically for rougher treatment as Jeff’s manipulations intensified, culminating in a convulsive climax that had Adam screaming through his gag with each pulse of his cock.
Abruptly, barely able to focus, Adam was aware of the withdrawal of Jeff’s hands. Facing him, Jeff had moved to the front of the cell. Jeff’s huge erection was now visible under the tight crotch of the rubber singlet. Sighing deeply, twisting in the body harness and squirming in the sleepsack, Adam tried to calm himself and concentrate on Jeff’s words.
“We had 22 new members join our fledgling rubber porn site in just the time you’ve been in there tonight. And all of them paid for webcast premium access. Isn’t e-commerce wonderful? You might be able to quit your day job soon. Spend full time down here in my video dungeon. I’ll be your rubber Master pimp while you earn your keep as my bondage whore.”
Adam wasn’t amused. With the orgasm passing quickly, he was headed toward misery and wanted out immediately.
“You will need to learn to pace yourself better, though. Don’t cum so much right away. Spread it out a little more to keep your fans interested. That’s what I came down here to tell you. In fact, if I were a rubber slut like you, knowing I might have to spend the entire night that way, I wouldn’t have cum just now, for example.”
Adam was pissed. Jeff had made him cum, and now was mocking him for doing it. Adam couldn’t control his anger. He tried to swear at Jeff: “UCKEW!”
Jeff gave Adam a giant smile and said, “See you later, pig. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. Maybe to torment you again, maybe to release you. Until then, enjoy.”
Through the eyeholes in his hood, Adam stared daggers at Jeff, but Jeff had turned around, walking away.
As Jeff disappeared from view, Adam protested through the gag.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
Adam pleaded repeatedly, but Jeff was gone.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
He waited a minute or two, maybe five, he couldn’t tell for sure, and then cried out again, but Jeff did not return.
As the minutes passed, Adam begged, squirmed, and waited. He couldn’t do much else.
Part 2
As the minutes passed and accumulated toward some unknown span of time, Adam begged, squirmed, and waited. He couldn’t do much else. Tired of pleading for help, yet fearing Jeff would interpret silence as resignation, or even contentment, Adam continued to whine, grunt and moan intermittently through the open-mouth gag. At desperate moments, he pleaded loudly.
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
“E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
After one long and particularly vigorous outburst, while Adam paused to take a breath, the sound of Jeff’s voice came through the audio system in the dungeon.
“Not very convincing, pig!”
Adam struggled even more energetically and moaned loudly in response. He cursed inwardly: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Enough already! “E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z!”
Continuing his intermittent howling, Adam begged and waited, begged and waited. There was really nothing else he could do. Several minutes passed, maybe a half hour, he estimated, with no further sound on the audio from Jeff. Adam tried to visualize Jeff, on his way down to release him. If he concentrated enough, maybe telepathy would work in his favor. Afraid to close his eyes for fear of missing Jeff’s re-entry into the dungeon, he stared straight ahead, observing himself in the mirror, just as Jeff intended. Thickly plugged, widely ring-gagged, encapsulated in layers of latex, sealed in a tightly zipped and belted sleepsack, harnessed, strapped, collared, and bound in place, he remained standing, wiggling, bolt upright in the narrow steel cell. In some ways it was the same old story: Adam was used to the encapsulation. In other ways, though, it was a new experience – each time he was pushed beyond his perception of tolerance, the situation seemed novel and endless. Adam knew what Jeff would say: “Get over yourself, pig. What you think you can take doesn’t matter. It’s what I think you can take that matters.” Seconds, minutes, hours, a whole night? The shiny black cocoon, sleek and muscular, writhing and twisting in the mirror, revealed little of what Adam was experiencing in his head. The image emphasized fetishistic rubber bondage submission at its maximum, implying a level of commitment that Adam no longer felt, at least at the moment. Adam’s reality, suffering and wanting out, was inside the rubber, trapped, un-reflectable, in his head. Squirming and stuck in a tight spot, Adam stayed put, a sweaty-hot rubber mummy, sealed in layers of latex along with his own tormenting thoughts, tied in place and locked away until Jeff decided otherwise.
Adam knew Jeff would make him work hard to get out, that’s how it always was between them lately, but that didn’t change the agony of doing the work. Jeff’s horniness was jazzed, and Adam suspected Jeff needed to up the ante by pushing Adam to the hilt. Desperate to convey his need for release to Jeff, yet not pleased that the perverts viewing the webcast would also be recipients of his endeavors, Adam renewed his efforts to struggle, watching the rubber mummy plead, squirm and bounce in its cell as though someone else. He wondered how many rubber pigs across the world were jerking off to his image. Minutes passed, perhaps more. Eventually exhausted, Adam stood still, staring into the mirror, resting and contemplating his predicament. His asshole longed to rid itself of the monster plug. His jaws and mouth ached. His body, marinating in sweat, craved movement: arms sealed against his sides, legs and feet adjoined tightly by rubber encapsulation, all hungry for escape from their rubber prison. Any slight movement pulled against the harness straps and reminded Adam how thoroughly cocooned and restrained he was. Jeff’s earlier words replayed in his head: “See you later, pig. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. Maybe to torment you again, maybe to release you. Until then, enjoy.” Reawakened, Adam’s cock pulsated, becoming moderately hard. Unwillingly, Adam felt the stirring of a bondage-induced testosterone surge. He tried to ignore it.
Examining himself in the mirror, swearing internally and thinking of Jeff’s taunts, Adam was shocked when the dungeon went black, its lights suddenly turned off. Plunged into darkness, Adam felt immediately overwhelmed, consumed by a hopeless feeling of abandonment. Had Jeff turned off the webcast and gone to bed? His cock hardened even further at the thought Jeff neglecting him like that, but his mind was in a panic. Was there a power failure? Was Jeff on his way down to check on him? Shocked by the blackout, Adam became silent, listening for any sign of what it meant. Hyperaware in the darkness, no longer able to see his rubber reflection in the mirror, he felt his cocooned body squirm and his hard cock throb. His tender hole squeezed the giant plugging his muscular butt. Engulfed in blackness, the sensation of encapsulation seemed more acute. He was on the verge of crossing over again, of making the transition from intolerable discomfort to erotic stimulation. Straining to hear through the rubber encasing his head, he imagined footsteps, yet minutes passed with no change. He felt inhuman, like an object in storage, forgotten until its owner needed it. Being forced to stand all night, sealed in a tight sleepsack, would not be easy. As usual, it felt like he was getting more than he bargained for. There was nothing he could do but stick it out. It could be a very long, uncomfortable night, and the thought of it was food to his cock, which had already been overfed tonight. He fought the urge to stimulate it by struggling. Instead, he waited, and waited. He stood silently, alone in his quiet, dark world of cock-hardening rubber bondage, until he heard a short quip from Jeff on the audio system:
“Sealed and silent.”
Adam bellowed through the ring gag, “E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-Z-Z-Z, T-H-I-R!”
As Adam vocalized, the lights came on in the dungeon. Adjusting to the return of brightness, Adam squinted through the tiny holes in his rubber hood to see Jeff appear, walking into the dungeon toward him. He was accompanied by a handsome young man, dressed in a fetish type of military-style rubber uniform and carrying what looked like an equipment case. Adam did not recognize him. In close proximity to each other, Jeff and the man made an unbelievably sexy-hot impression.
Jeff wisecracked an introduction, making sure to humiliate Adam in the process. “John, this is my pig, Adam, in the flesh. Or should I say ‘in rubber covered flesh.’ He’s in several layers of very tight latex under that sleepsack.”
Adam saw John studying him carefully, examining Adam with an intense gaze up and down his bound form. John responded cheerfully, “Hi, pig. Glad to hear you are so well encased in there.” John turned to Jeff and said, “I think he’ll make an excellent model, very photogenic. He’s even better in person than on the Internet.”
John continued, “Sorry to keep both of you waiting so long. How long has he been that way?”
“Not that long,” Jeff sneered.
Fuck you, Adam thought. Helplessly turned on by the situation, Adam felt his cock throb anew. Despite the excitement and hard cock, he was reluctant to give up on the idea of release. Still desperate for Jeff to believe he wanted out, Adam hissed through his gag: “UCKEW! OU-OUW!” He struggled and protested, grunted and fussed, but only succeeded in amusing the two rubber studs outside his cell.
Jeff laughed. “He’s good for quite a while longer, at least as long as the photo session takes. Hell, he’s good for the rest of the night.”
Through the rubber hood, Adam wondered if he heard correctly – photo session?
Jeff continued. “The web site is pretty popular. The counter shows hundreds, sometimes thousands of hits a night. But we need some high quality, professional still shots for some of the pages, and I appreciate your offer to make it happen.”
“UCKEW!” Adam was simultaneously turned on and pissed. Jeff had not told him about the photo session!
John chuckled, “Sounds like he has a cold!”
Jeff snickered. “He’s healthy, but I do want to take care of that noise.”
Powerless to do anything else, Adam moaned and squirmed in place inside his cell as he watched John and Jeff through the tiny holes in his hood. As John set up his camera gear and adjusted the lighting, Jeff retrieved the companion piece to the ring gag, a huge rubber mouth plug. Helplessly aroused by what was happening, Adam saw and felt Jeff insert the plug and fasten it securely in place.
“Mmpffffff. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmpffff.”
No longer able to vocalize except for stifled moans, Adam reveled in the thoroughness of his completely gagged state. “Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.”
Despite his prior exhaustion, Adam relished the sensation of his mouth, forced wide and stuffed full by the combination-style gag, which seemed to complete the head-to-toe packaging of the bound, gagged, plugged, and utterly encapsulated rubber mummy he saw in the mirror.
In the meantime, Jeff had discovered Adam’s fierce erection under the rubber layers, and Adam moaned deeply in response to Jeff’s probing grip, though the noise was barely audible owing to the effective gag.
John commented with a smile as he experimented with camera lenses and focus. “Much quieter, but sounds like he’s enjoying himself in there.”
Jeff said, “He’s a happy rubber slut now that he’s completely gagged. He loves to be plugged at both ends and mummified in layers, but I can’t leave him alone with his mouth stuffed.” Adam moaned internally, in ecstasy as he watched Jeff’s image in the mirror: reaching through the bars of the cell, massaging the mummy’s crotch area, caressing the gagged mouth and square jaw of its rubber-sealed face, patting its latex-covered head in approval as it squirmed and moaned in appreciation.
John continued, “Thanks for waiting until I finished my earlier stint. I am already enjoying this and we’ve barely started. I’ll need to experiment with the lighting and use of a flash. Do you have anything in mind after the photo shoot of Adam in the cell?”
Jeff said, “Yes. I have a few ideas. Whatever we do, I want to keep him like he is in the rubber sack. We don’t have many sleepsack pictures, and that’s what the site users have been requesting. After you’re done there we’ll get him un-harnessed and out of the cell, and then experiment. He won’t have much flexibility in that tight sack, but we might be able to bend him into a sitting position locked in the small cage or tie his ankles back into a hogtie to pose for a few shots.” As Jeff spoke, he increased the pressure on Adam’s cock unmercifully, and Adam squirmed, grunted, and then moaned deeply.
Jeff’s description of his plans penetrated Adam’s consciousness, threatening to send him over the edge. Already too many orgasms tonight, Adam thought, and now another. Deep inside the rubber layers, Adam felt his cock begin to explode. Fighting it, not wanting it to happen, he struggled and moaned.
“Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm.”
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
“Sounds like he’s cumming,” John said, as he positioned his camera on a tripod.
Smiling as he milked Adam through the excruciating orgasm, Jeff said, “I wanted him to. It will exhaust him. That way he’ll calm down for a little while and keep still for the camera.”
John laughed appreciatively and said, “Good thinking.”
Zoning out, barely aware of his surroundings as he orgasmed, Adam moaned in agony-ecstasy as he glimpsed his rubber reflection in the mirror and saw the camera flash