This being rubberzone.com, I think I will dispense with disclaimers. The only warning you get is that this involved bondage (of course!), partially non-consentual sex, and more than a little watersports. It is also fantasy, and being such, is likely not -completely- realistically possible, for those who have qualms about such. Sound like fun? Welcome to my world….
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Part 1
It had been a long day at work. My supervisors incessant demands and inflexible attitude meant that I had stayed late yet again, the fourth time this week, in order to complete the tasks set out for me. My position didn’t even allow for overtime, and as such, my extra work went unrewarded. I pushed it out of my mind as I unlocked the door to my apartment, not willing to spend even another minute of my own time worrying about what had gone on there.
Letting the door slam behind me as I entered, I stripped, the beginning of the nightly ritual I had made for myself. I tossed the button-down shirt and slacks onto the leather couch carelessly, grabbed a two-liter of Sunny D from the fridge, and headed straight for my computer to check my email. Plopping down in the comfortable blue recliner I used in lieu of an actual office chair, I checked my email - nothing new but spam about penis enlargement. Typical. Next stop - Rubberzone.com for a good ‘release of tension’.
After re-reading one of my favorite stories - Pissturbia, one of the older ones on the boards - I decided that it was probably time to skip dinner and go to bed. Tomorrow was Friday, and I knew I’d likely be staying late again to no end. I glanced at the clock - 10:30. I’d only been home an hour. What a waste…
I put the now half-empty bottle back in the fridge and headed to my bedroom, snuggling under the heavy blanket I used even in summer. It smelled like my own body, a comforting smell to this bachelor. I flipped on the fan, needing the white noise to listen to as I fell asleep, though perhaps tonight it was unnecessary. The last thing I remember thinking as I drifted off into slumber was that I didn’t remember leaving my closet door open…
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I awoke to pitch black darkness. There was some discomfort in my shoulders, and I tried to stretch, only to find that I couldn’t. A sudden shock of fear ran through me and turned my blood to ice as I realized simultaneously that my room was -never- totally dark and that somehow, I couldn’t move my hands. I blinked rapidly, but while I felt my eyelids moving, I still couldn’t see anything; indeed, I could feel the eyelids brushing against some surface horribly close to my face. “Wh-th-ell?” The fear intensified as I realized my mouth was propped open, preventing coherent speech. This wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation to me; I was very much into bondage, as my explorations at Rubberzone had shown me. Running my tongue around the bulk in my mouth, I quickly found it to be a gag, somewhere halfway between a penis-shape and a ball. It extended into my mouth far enough that I couldn’t quite get my tongue up to the tip to explore it.
“I see my toy is finally awake. How’s it feel in there, boy?” The voice was deep, the bass in it vibrating through the latex I now realized was covering my ears. It wasn’t much of a logic jump at this point to realize I had been hooded, the black latex blinding me, though not for long. A flap was lifted over my eyes, allowing me to see that I was no longer in my room, or indeed, in any place I recognized. We were in a very small room; it looked a bit like a maintenance room, with pipes running around closer to the ceiling. My eyes, though, were more captivated by the man in front of me.
My captor stood about as tall as I did, just over six feet, and to say he was built like a Greek God would be an insult. More leanly built than such classical sculptures, his body was still far more defined than mine had ever been. His skin was ebony and his head was bald, with a sheen where the dim yellow light had struck it. It complemented well the black five-strap leather harness he wore…. I found my eyes irresistably drawn down the southern-most strap towards where it attached to the cockring at the base of his magnificent maleness, a throbbing spike of at least nine inches in length, and a fairly fearsome width as well.
He chuckled as he saw my eyes go wide through the clear visor that still covered my eyes, and I began to thrash in my bindings, fear catching my breath in my throat. “You’re not going anywhere… might as well relax.” He stepped to the side, and I saw the mirror behind him, and in the reflection I saw my own predicament.
The thick black latex hood that covered my head was attached to a thick black collar that was buckled snugly around my neck, though not so snugly as to interfere with my breathing, which was facilitated further by nose holes. From it, a thick padlock hung, already closed and locked, the key nowhere in sight. My arms were crossed over my chest, held together by a pair of attached rubber arm-binders going all the way up, around the curve of my elbow to the level of my armpits before stopping. My chest and stomach were bare, but beneath that I found that I was wearing rubber shorts, the front molded to my own very firm shaft and balls. I recognized the tightness I felt around the base of my package as a sort of impromptu cockring, the shorts acting to keep me from losing my arousal easily. The rubber sheath ended in a long, thin tube, trailing off to the side out of the frame of the mirror; seeing this, I realized I badly needed to piss, but try as I might I couldn’t seem to force my bladder to empty. At first I thought I was kneeling on the floor, but then i realized that my legs were cut off midthigh. After an initial moment of panic I realized that this was not because they were gone, but because they had been embedded into the floor.
I gave a low groan, a mixture of fear, resignation, and not a small bit of arousal. I didn’t know who this person was that stood gloating over me, but whoever he was, he knew my fetishes well. Of course, given my own little arsenal of bondage equipment, and that I usually left my web-browser open to rubberzone when I was done jerking off, it was easy to tell where he got his information.
My captor smiled at me. “You have a long night in front of you, you perverted freak… And don’t worry - I’ve already emailed your boss and told him you won’t be coming into work tomorrow. A … family emergency.” He chuckled again. “I’ve got you for the rest of the weekend.” He begun to laugh wholeheartedly as I began to struggle again and scream into my gag, too well held by the ground to be able to fall over, too well restrained to be able to free myself. “Yes, scream for me… I do so love to hear it… You see, I’ve been keeping an eye on you for some time. I know just what you like, just what you don’t like…. and I know what I like too. That’s more important here, of course… but you already knew that.”
Hearing this, I went completely silent and still. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted, though, on reflection, it was likely a little too late for that. Looking in the mirror again, I could see my initial guess about my location was right; I was in a very small room with concrete walls, water pipes running along the upper half. The room itself was maybe 8 foot square, with only one door.
My new ‘peace’ didn’t seem to bother my captor much. “Ah, good, you’ve calmed down.” I almost started struggling again, but I recognized reverse psychology when I heard it. I tried to say ‘fuck you’, but the gag made it nearly unintelligible. “I heard that, and rest assured it’s not –me- that’s going to be fucked.” I couldn’t help but groan at the news; while I wasn’t a virgin, I was rather inexperienced.
“Let’s begin with the basics. In case you weren’t aware, you have been trapped in a very small room with a man you will, from now on, be addressing as Master. My name is unimportant for now.” I shivered, trying to stretch out of the firm rubber armlets as he continued.
“You are embedded in the floor, so even were the door open, you could not get away. You’ve been stripped naked, aroused, and redressed in clothing of rubber, much as you’ve always fantasized.” I had to stop and give that some thought. In all fairness, the only thing this guy had done so far was kidnap me and give me exactly what I had always said I wanted.
“In addition, from what I’ve seen in your browser’s history window, I’m the kind of person you find most attractive – just as you are the kind of person I find most attractive.” And –that- got a stare. You see, I was far from the ideal body weight for my size…. Oh, let’s cut the pretty talk, I’m fat. Not morbidly obese, but quite overweight. I’m very much a bear, both in body shape and in the amount of fur I have. My hair wasn’t quite brown, wasn’t quite black, but in either case in this scenario was completely covered by the hood I wore. The thought of being someone else’s ideal was entirely beyond me.
“As I said, your boss has already been notified of an ‘emergency’. I looked around your house before you got home, but I wasn’t able to find anything indicating you had any plans for this weekend… but then, you wouldn’t, would you? You’re a self-described hermit… so I don’t anticipate anyone will be coming looking for you, or think it odd if you’re not seen again for a few days.” Dammit, dammit, dammit, I knew I shouldn’t’ve put so much information about myself out on the net…
“And so, for this weekend, you are mine, to treat as I please. As I said, I know what you like, and what you don’t like; luckily, it doesn’t matter much, because all your kinks – per your profile – match mine exactly. Lucky, eh?” Oh yes, I’m lucky. I’m –real- lucky. I know what my profile says, but I’m fairly inexperienced at this sort of thing. I’ve never really been helpless in another’s power. Looks like I’m about to get a crash course.
“So relax – not that you can do much else in your predicament – and enjoy.” He left the mirror uncovered as he walked around behind me, obviously wanting me to be able to see at least part of what he was doing. He reached up to a shelf, and as my eyes focused there, I could see that it was well stocked by a variety of anal toys, including ones that looked like they’d come from my own personal collection. He selected the ‘Ruff Stuff’, a toy modeled after a canine’s shaft. For those of my readers who don’t know precisely what this means, at the base of the shaft was a large bulge called a ‘knot’, meant to lock into a bitch – be they also canine or human – and keep the shaft firmly plugged into them. I had only once managed to take the knot before, and it was an intense experience indeed…
Lubing the dildo from a small tube, he stood behind me. “Bend over.” He didn’t ask, and in turn I didn’t move. He snarled “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’ll enjoy one of them, so pick. FAST.” I didn’t need more than that to get me to lean forward, bending at the waist. “Good boy.” I watched the dildo disappear slowly behind my not-so-comfortably bent form, and then I felt it touch my hole. I would’ve bit my lip in nervousness if I could, but even that was prevented me…
I couldn’t help but straighten some as the tip of the shaft began to force it’s way past the resistance. My new master pushed me down again, holding me there with one hand as he continued to push the faux cock into me with the other. I whined at the gag as the shaft finally finished its journey into me, though the knot remained outside. He stopped putting pressure on it, holding it in, and I could hear the clang of metal against the stone. I tried to see what he was doing, but it was mostly hidden, until I saw a metal pole sticking up from the ground behind me where there wasn’t one before.
“Straighten up now, slowly.” I’d gotten about halfway upright when I heard him say “Stop.” I froze where I was, and I could feel the shaft in me bend slightly and vibrate for a moment. “Continue.” This time, as I continued, the canine dildo –didn’t- move with me, anchored to the metal pole. The knot was pushed harder and harder against my tailhole, and I couldn’t help myself whimpering as I came to a halt, not fully upright yet, knowing if I continued it would ram past the resistance.
“I didn’t tell you to stop….” I felt his hands on my shoulders, and had only a split second to brace myself before he pulled me back, hard. The knot slammed through my tightened hole, and I screamed again as it lodged in me, the thick bulb pressing uncomfortably against my inflated bladder as the tip pressed against my prostate… A tear formed in the corner of my eye from the pain, but I couldn’t wipe it away. I didn’t dare move for fear of what my captor would do next.
“Much better… remember, cooperate and it doesn’t hurt as much.” Wiping his hands on a towel hanging from a hook on the wall, he stepped around in front of me again, moving close to my face, his cock hanging heavily in front of me. The feeling of fullness in my rear must have been clouding my senses; that’s the only excuse I could think of for pushing my face forward as best I could without moving my waist, trying to nuzzle that gleaming manhood. “Ah-ah… soon enough.” He grasped my head with one hand and reached towards my mouth with the other. I soon felt the gag rotate against my tongue, and then pull out of the muzzle… only to be replaced by the real deal as he stepped forward.
I had only given head a couple of times before, but I knew how best to service a man. My tongue sought the sensitive spot on the underside of the shaft that most men have, and ran over it repeatedly as I bobbed my head slightly in an attempt to mimic a thrust. My captor took over from that, putting more motion into it, bucking his hips in the same way one would thrust into another’s rear, the shaft sliding quickly in and out of my mouth through the hole in the hood, though never going quite into my throat. I could taste the thick droplets of precum as they rolled down the underside of his shaft, salty and bitter and sweet all at the same time….
He continued face-fucking me, his grasp of my head making me even more helpless to prevent it, though by now I didn’t want to. I knew it wasn’t going to take long – for him to have been so hard when I first saw him meant he’d been toying with himself quite a while. Even as I thought this, I could see the muscles of his lower stomach stiffening in front of my face. His grip tightened, pulling me firmly to his groin, nearly making me gag as his length ran down into my throat. My nose filled with the scent of his musk and my pucker squeezed down like a vise on the base of the dildo embedded in me just as his balls loosed their load, hot, thick and creamy. I swallowed the thick shots involuntarily even as he pulled back, the last shots spilling into my mouth, letting me taste the essence of his maleness. He panted heavily, still holding my head as the last dregs leaked out, and then stepped back, quickly shoving the gag back into my mouth and twisting it into its locked position before I could spit out his seed.
“Damn… you’re good, even tied up…. Perhaps once you’re broken in, we’ll see what you can do free… but for now, it’s time to finish setting you up for the day.” The day? I must’ve been out all night, which only made sense – it would’ve taken quite a while to put me into this getup. I must’ve made some noise, for he smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a camera on you, so I’ll know if you’re in trouble… and I’ll know if you’re just faking it, too.” With that, he moved to the wall in front of me, to one side of the mirror. I had been so engrossed in the reflection that I’d failed to see what was next to it….
One of the vertical pipes in the array on the wall had been removed, and attached to the upper portion was a thick clear rubber tube that narrowed as it got further from the junction, until it reached an odd shaped connection. Picking the loose end up, my captor brought it over to me, and again fiddled with the mouthpiece of the suit, though this time the gag was not removed. I wasn’t able to see what exactly he did, but suddenly I was able to breathe through it. I started to scream, but he ignored me as he attached the connection to the mask. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what this is. Even if I did, I wouldn’t… some things are better left unsaid. Don’t worry too much, they’ve been fixed so that you won’t be drowned…. Well, not by water, at least.”
It was true, he didn’t need to tell me. I didn’t recognize the room or the building, but I recognized the general setup well – it was remarkably similar to the ‘pisspot’ story I’d been reading only a day or two (or three, now?) ago on the Nifty archives. The pipes were connected to a urinal in the building somewhere above me, and when that urinal was used….
“Oh, and I did make some slight modifications….” The vibrator embedded in the knot of the dildo flared to life, making me gasp. He reached down and grasped my shaft, giving it a few jerks, the well-lubed rubber sliding over my flesh making me shudder with pleasure. Then he slid his hand off, along the thin tubing that led from the sheath, lifting it to show another similar connection. This one, he plugged into a small port halfway between the pipe junction and my mouth. “… instead of just one urinal, knowing how much you like to drink, I put you under the pipe they –all- flow into.” He laughed as I screamed again into the gag. “The flow will begin soon, I just have to take the ‘out of order’ sign off the door upstairs. I’ll be back… maybe a few hours, maybe after night falls, who knows….” With that, he left me screaming to my fate, closing the door behind him.
After he left, I managed to stop myself from screaming, and started trying to take deep breaths to control myself. I was able to breathe through the mouth-piece, though the air tasted heavily of piss. I suddenly realized there was a major difference between the hood I wore now and the hood I had used on myself at home…. The gag on this one was somewhat longer, and I couldn’t raise my tongue to stop the flow.
It was only as I realized this that I heard my captor’s voice, somewhere above me. I couldn’t quite make out the words; they sounded like they were rattling down a tube as well. Soon, though, I felt a rush of air pushing into my mouth, which I hastily pushed out through my nose again… and then my day truly began.
I watched the clear hose as it rapidly filled with the thick yellow piss, squirming as best I could as it rapidly approached. Then the rush of air was replaced the urine filling my mouth. I tried to hold the flow back by holding my breath, but the pressure continued to build, and I realized that I’d have no choice; soon, it would build past the point of being able to stop it…. So I lowered my tongue, and began to gulp it down, the taste coating every surface of my mouth.
I then heard his voice again, this time much more clearly. “I can see you like that…. Your cock is throbbing so hard it’s bobbing up and down.” I would’ve cursed, if my mouth wasn’t still being flooded. “Speaking of that, when I drugged your juice, it wasn’t just a sedative, but also a diuretic. You posted on the board that you never lost bladder control while you were unconscious, so… “
He didn’t need to say more. I realized suddenly that the tube on my sheath was now opened. As soon as I thought about it, I could feel my bladder constrict, and a jet of my own recycled fluid began to rapidly fill the clear tube leading upward to join the now mostly empty one, then begin to flow down to mix with my master’s juices. “I’ll leave you to your fun, slave….”
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This is the end of part 1 of my fantasy. Comments? Suggestions? Let me know… this is the first time this piss-boy has written a story like this one, and I need all the ‘feedback’ I can get… 
Part 2
Due to an overwhelmingly positive response, I’ll definitely be keeping this going. 
Now, where was I? Ah, yes….
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There was no clock on the wall, no window full of sunlight by which to gauge the passing of time. I know I stood there partially embedded in the floor, long enough for my legs to get sore, even supported as they were. I couldn’t stretch them or bend in any way - even had they been free of the floor, to take even the slightest bit of pressure off of them would be to put even more onto the thick rubber dildo within me, and I was more full than I was comfortable with as it was. The knot of the faux canine shaft was firmly past my asshole and, from the feel of it, unlikely to be moving anytime soon - at least, moving beyond the vibrator that seemed to turn on and off at random. Each time it stirred to life, my arms spasmed in vain for freedom from their rubber armbinders…
I knew hours must have passed; it felt like days, but I knew from what little practice I’d had in the past that when the senses are forcibly shut down time stretches. Hours since I had been captured from my home by a stranger and bound here. Hours that I’d been forced to stand, my ass wedged open by a canine facsimile and my mouth (now also quite sore) wedged open by a rubber gag. Hours in which I’d had to gulp down the piss that flooded in through the tube connecting my hood to a nearby pipe, the output pipe for several urinals in a public bathroom that I had not been shown - not to mention the connected pipe from the sheath my own cock was locked in, making sure that once it was in me, every single drop stayed in me.
At first, this was an extremely erotic situation; it had come nearly straight from the stories I’d read and furiously jerked of to and was one of my biggest fantasies. The reality was a bit different - it was still erotic, but it was incredibly frustrating as well. Aside from my muscles aching, my bladder was incredibly full now non-stop. The piss was becoming increasingly bitter as my own recycled dregs were fed back to me, to the point where the taste had stopped being pleasant in any way. My stomach was similarly full, making the intermittent vibrations of the dildo less than the most pleasant in the world - though still far from pain.
Finally, though, it seemed that my torture, my fantasy would come to an end. My captor re-entered the room, closing the door quickly behind him. I could see through the clear visor of the hood that he no longer wore the leather harness he did when I first saw him; instead, he was dressed in a pair of jeans, and nothing else. Apparently ‘no shoes, no shirt, no service’ really doesn’t apply when the servant is bound, hooded, and forced to drink anything that’s poured into it…
His face broke into a smile as he saw me, still locked in place. “Ah, good. You’re still here….” He smiled a little wider, enjoying the joke at my expense. “You’ve been here about eight hours now… a full work day, I’m sure.” He kneeled in front of me, well within striking distance - if only I could strike. He pushed gently on my bladder, and I couldn’t help but let out a pained moan as the fluids, flowing out now in a steady stream, were pushed out more forcefully, nearly drowning me in my own recycled urine. “Very full, I see.”
He stood up again, and moving to the pair of rubber hoses, detached the one leading from my sheath to my mouth. I whimpered as I felt the flow suddenly stop, unable to escape, the lack of connection closing the seal on the end. I began to whimper as he disconnected the tube leading from the urinals, quickly replugging it into another pipe further down the wall. As I felt my bladder swelling again, recovering from that one quick press, he moved over behind me. I felt a jar against the dildo in me, and then without warning it was pulled from me, knot and all.
I yelped at the sudden yank; I probably would have screamed if I weren’t too busy moaning in relief.. The suddenly vacated space in my rear gave a bit more room for my bladder to expand. My master - for I had begun to think of him as my master, though whether that was a title or curse wasn’t certain yet, chuckled at my obvious need for the extra space.
“Don’t get too comfortable, this is only temporary….” As I shivered, the thought of being in a state like this permanently more than I could bear, he lifted a syringe to the now open portion of my mouth gag. It took me a moment to realize the needle end had been replaced by a connection similar to the piss tubes’; just long enough to taste…. Sunny Delight? I quickly swallowed it down, the first taste of anything taht wasn’t piss in nearly a full day.
“There. That has the same relaxant and diuretic the stuff at your house did. It’ll take a little while to kick in enough to knock you out, but first it’s going to force you to piss… not that you need any encouragement right now, I’m sure…” He lifted the tube from my cocksheath, and put a small piece of plastic on it, holding it there with his finger as he held it in the air above me.
“You’ve been a good slave so far… so have some relief…” With that, he released the end, and I could feel the flow restored. I began pissing, and immediately I felt the splash on my hood as the thickened fluid flowed up through the tube and then down onto me, coating me in the piss, now so strong it was almost orange instead of yellow and thick enough that it flowed like baby oil instead of water. The scent assaulted my nose through the nose holes, but I hardly noticed, the relief of release overpowering everything else.
It took several minutes for me to drain all I had in my bladder at that point; once I had, he detached the tube from my sheath, and I could see it had a similar end that only opened when it was connected. It was also tight enough and strong enough not to bend - in essence, he now had complete control over when I could piss and when I couldn’t. As that particular thought passed my head, I realized my cock was already growing again inside the confines, the pressure building at first before a tiny trickle of fluid forced its way past my balls and down the inside of my leg.
My master watched my arousal, smiling as he let the pressure force the piss out. “That’s a good pup… any time now….” And slowly, the world went black.
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I woke again, this time slightly less disoriented for knowing it was coming ahead of time. I noticed immediately that the soreness of my mouth was gone, as was the tension of my stomach and bladder. I opened my eyes, and this time instead of darkness was greeted by a semi-dark room.
Just from looking, I could tell I’d been taken to an S&M dungeon. Various slave crosses, iron dog cages, medical gurneys with restraint straps, and other, less identifiable furniture was visible throughout the room. The urinal in one corner was clearly able to be disconnected and rerouted at will, and shackles in the floor in front of it suggested that I wasn’t the first human urinal this guy had taken. There were manacles and chains everywhere, now that I noticed, as well as more than a few collars slightly higher. One whole wall, an area perhaps 10′ square, was covered nearly completely in dildos of various shapes and sizes. Once I’d taken in the room - it was that kind of room, to grab attention like that - I turned my attention to my own predicament.
The thick, strong rubber sheath still covered my member and balls, though now without the strain of my body’s output. I was on all fours on the ground, my ass slightly elevated, and cool metal shaped similarly to a pair of crotchless shorts clasped my entire waist, preventing motion. A bar run from the underside of the waist enclosure to a longer bar running parallel to my body; at each end, the longer bar was crossed by a shorter one, to which my wrists and ankles had been manacled. Finally, another bar at the appropriate place was attached to a thick collar around my throat - obviously also of steel, as it had no give as I tried to move. I recognized the setup as a ‘Prison Stockade’ I had only too recently been drooling over on one of the web-stores I frequented. Now I knew just how unyielding it was, and the thought spurred me to realize just how hard my shaft was in its own prison.
I heard the door shut behind me, and tried to look over my shoulder without thinking, wincing as the steel collar held me from doing so. “I see you’ve come to. Like the stockade?” My captor’s voice was taunting, and he accompanied his question with a squeeze to my throbbing manhood. I gave a slight moan, and quick as lightning there was a gag in my mouth - an open-mouth gag, holding it wide. Damn - I’d had a chance to ask a question, and lost it…
“Much better. I want to hear you scream, but it’d be too… distracting to have to listen to you talk.” His hands came to my ass, and I realized that they were a bit cool, and slick and slimy with lube. As he wiped the lubed fingers up and down my rear, I began to struggle, fearing what his next move would be. He laughed at my discomfort. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fist you…. Well, not yet at the very least.”
He shifted position behind me, and I could feel something rather thicker than a lubed finger being lined up. “Take a deep breath…. you may not get another one soon.” I did as he asked, more out of instinct than anything, and just as I reached the top, he drove himself in, the full nine inches of flesh sinking into me at one go.
I screamed, my fingernails digging into the cold stone of the floor as I felt him pulling back out of me, until he was completely out, and then ramming in again, making me scream, though not quite as loudly. Then he began a more serious pounding, giving less concern to making me scream than to fucking me soundly. I couldn’t help but whimper and whine as he took me, his shaft wider than the dildo I’d had before, though narrower than the knot - quite large for any human.
I tried to think of it as rape, but my mind simply refused to cooperate with the notion. How could a fantasy that you’ve had for years being fulfilled suddenly be rape? I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying my predicament in a sick and twisted way in spite of the pain, the discomfort, the lack of control… or, perhaps, -because- of it….
It took only a few moments for all of that to pass through my head and get dismissed. My new master had found my prostate, and was angling to rub -just- past it with each thrust, a teasing sensation instead of an all out pounding as he continued to fuck me at his own pace.
He leaned down, breathing heavily in my ear as he whispered “You’re mine, boy. If I want your ass, I take it. If I want to piss in your mouth, you’ll drink every drop… and if I want to hurt you…” A sudden motion, and then pain in my shoulder as he bit, hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. I screamed, my sphincter tensing around his shaft as he pulled back, laughing. “I liked that…”
He continued thrusting for a moment, and I began to feel the long strokes get more erratic. Just as I was sure he was about to fill me with his seed, he pulled out entirely…. then bent over, and bit me again. As my sphincter tightened, he forced his way past it again in one smooth, undeniable motion, the pain blinding as he let go of my flesh with his mouth and let loose a series of quick gasps of pleasure. I could feel the warmth now spreading through my ass as he spilled himself into me.
He quickly withdrew, and sat back against the floor, pushing my ankles downwards slightly as he sat on the bar of the stockade, panting heavily. “Damn…. you’ve got a hell of an ass, boy… Almost as good as your mouth…” I could hear him moving as he got to his feet. “I think I’m going to go for a change of my plan now. I was going to keep working on you first, but I think now that you’re ready to service my friends just as you are. They like it tight too.”
He laughed as I fought hard against the restraints. I was barely able to take him abusing me alone, my tailhole still burning from that rough final thrust… how could I hope to handle more? The answer, of course, was that it didn’t matter what I hoped; unless I could convince him to unlock my bonds, I was stuck.
“So eager… good. I’ll let them know to come straight in….” And with that, he turned to the door again….
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Chronologically, we’re into Saturday morning now, for those of you who are curious. Still nearly two full days. We’ll see what else our dear pup gets into….and again, comments and suggestions (and propositions for finding out how much I enjoy this scenario or similar ones in real life!) very welcome.
Part 3
All right… so far, so good. People seem to definitely be liking the story, so I’m going to continue on it. This next chapter, however, requires a bit of a warning above and beyond the typical Rubberzone fare. Indeed, I don’t believe anyone has actually really touched directly on this particular fetish, though there’ve been some mentions - notably in one of my other favorites on the board, Blackwolf Mountain (and the sequel thereof).
That having been said, I myself am a zoophile, and this chapter of the story will be dealing more closely with that aspect of my fantasies. Please be aware that - to the best of my knowledge - the events depicted in this segment of the story are -illegal- in nearly every country and every state of the US. Then again, so are kidnapping and rape, and a number of other activities that figure prominently in the stories on the board, so I figure it shouldn’t be too much of an issue, right? (PS: Admins, if I shouldn’t be posting this kind of thing for some reason, lemme know so I don’t make the mistake twice!)
If you don’t like that sort of thing, please don’t read this chapter - but don’t be afraid to pick up the story later, or to post a comment (polite, please) saying you don’t like it. The continuation of this story is HEAVILY influenced by the comments left on the board in its wake, and if I find my readers don’t want to hear about this particular facet of sexuality, then I will gear the continuation more in other directions.
And now, on with the show….
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My master began to head for the door, his footsteps echoing in the room… then stopped. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, and then his footsteps returned, coming back to me. “Before we begin, though, I think it would be best to get you in some more… protective clothing. My friends are -quite- rough on their toys…”
I couldn’t help but give a little whimper, cursing myself soundly in my head for the weak sound. “Oh, don’t worry. If you can’t handle it, we’ll call a stop to it…” And just as I started to relax, he slapped my ass, making me tense up. “After all, I don’t want to have to interrupt our playtime for a trip to the hospital.” A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to force my mind away from the possible scenarios that could end that way with little success.
He walked back in front of me, removing the gag, and I quickly seized the opportunity I lost before. “Who are you, and what are you doing to me?” My captor paused on his way to a nearby wall, covered in various leather straps and pieces of rubber.
“For now, you can call me… Ray. Master Ray, that is. It’s as good a name as any. And as for what I’m doing….” He chuckled, and walked over to the wall, taking down a hood. I was on the verge of asking again, when he continued. “What I’m doing is having a great deal of fun.” He turned and walked back over to me. I couldn’t help but watch the now semi-erect length of ebony flesh in front of me, a tiny drop of seed dripping from the tip down over the softer skin of his balls.
He paused again, half-way there, and grinned down at me. “Like the view, eh?” He wiggles his hips a little, and I found it quite difficult to pull my gaze away from that beautiful flesh to meet his gaze. He chuckled at what he saw the lust in my eyes. “Well, you’re learning to be quiet, at least.” He ran a finger along that shining trail of cum, adn then bent forward. I tried to pull back against the metal collar, but was held fast; my survival instinct was strong enough not to let me bite him as he wiped the thick substance on my upper lip, making me smell his musk. Almost without thinking, I licked it clean, and he chuckled as I made a face at the taste the involuntary motion refreshed in my mouth.
“Good boy.” I glared up at him, and started to say ‘fuck you’, but then quickly thought better of it. I’m no master of controlling my expression or of tact, but maybe if I played along I could get out. The disturbing thought that I really didn’t want to get out of the scenario was firmly pushed to the back of my mind as he lifted a bottle of lube and squirted a healthy amount into my hair, then slid the hood on. I could hear him tell me to open my mouth through the thin rubber, and I did so, a gag again seating itself in my mouth. This one was open as well, and slightly narrower than the last one, though wide enough that my jaw ached. And unlike the last hood, there was no clear visor - I was now officially blind.
I felt him put a collar on - distinctly uncomfortable as it was the second one, and higher than the stockade’s collar - and lock it. A few moments and motion sounds, and then another order: “Fists, pup.” I hesitated slightly, and he sighed. “Pleasant, not pleasant, your choice.” Damn him… I balled my hands up, and he slid something over my hands, locking them into fists. I figured out after he let go of the first that they were spheres by rolling it on the floor a little. I didn’t hear any padlocks, but I knew he must’ve locked them somehow, even so.
Then I felt some vibrations through the stockade… and the collar unlocked. A moment later, my wrists were freed as well, followed shortly by the steel ‘underwear’, and I was able to get up fully onto my knees, wincing at the tension in my muscles. “Good. Hold it -right- there and don’t move.” Another vibration, and I heard the metal pipe scraping on the ground underneath me. He had apparently detached the spreader-bar from the rest of the contraption. “Hands above your head, straight up.”
I did as he asked, expecting him to lock them onto an overhead anchor point, but found to my surprise that he had other plans. I felt pressure on my fist-mitts, and then a tube sliding down my arms underneath them, until they reached my elbows. I could feel him pulling something over my head as well. The pressure increased around my head, and I could just -barely- hear him yell “Drop your arms!” I did so, and he continued pulling it down.
It took me a few moments to realize that he’d pulled the top-half of an all-in-one suit over me. The hood of the suit covered my own, the thinner open-gag fitting perfectly into into a wider one and the nose-holes lining up neatly. My arms were now totally encased, ending in the thick spheres of the mitts. I gave another little whimper, but in my blind state, I couldn’t tell if he’d even heard it through the double-layered hood.
A few moments passed as I knelt, and I wondered if maybe he’d left to get his friends. But then I felt him strap some sort of leather belt around my waist. At first confused, as he worked, I quickly began to realize that this was a harness of sorts. Aside from the belt encircling my waist, two straps ran down the curve of my upper thighs and up between my cheeks. They were pulled uncomfortably tight as he buckled them into place, the straps spreading my ass even wider than simply being spread by the spreader already had. My rubber-clad cock was left to hang unattended, fully engorged to near the point of pain…
I felt him push me forward, and carefully lowered myself to the floor, trying to keep my balance without my hearing. You never realize just how much your ears matter to your balance until they stop working… but I managed to resume the all-fours position. I could hear him speaking, but couldn’t hear him, and I started shaking my head rapidly. A moment of silence, and then he spoke again, right next to my ears. “You’ve been a -very- good boy… I see you’ve come to like your helplessness, eh?”
I shook my head rapidly, not wanting to admit to the heady sense of arousal I was feeling, but he simply reached under me and stroked my cock. My entire body nearly convulsed and I moaned loudly through the mouthpiece of my hoods. He kept working me, slowly but firmly, and I felt the seed beginning to boil up…. just in time for him to stop. When I screamed in frustration, he just laughed, catching the mitt as I tried to punch him, and pushing it back down. “I’ll forgive you this once. Do it again, and I’ll remove it.” I froze… he couldn’t be serious…. could he?
Silence followed my unasked question, and I strained to hear, but nothing came…. and then I heard the door shut, having not heard it open. My master yelled quite loudly. “All right… time for your first service call, bitch. Better open wide, Bruno hasn’t gotten any in a LONG time….” I thought at first he meant my mouth, but I rapidly found out just how wrong that assumption was.
A heavy weight suddenly landed on my back, bowing me closer to the floor as forearms too thin to be human wrapped around my waist. I screamed as I felt fur touch the surface of my cheeks wide-open ass, barely having a moment to think in horror that I was now about to be the bitch of a dog. I’d read about it, but never experienced it, and now I was buckled in for the ride.
I could feel him starting to hump, and the wet tip of his cock shifted position, losing aim on my pucker. I relaxed a little, thinking that maybe he wouldn’t’ be able to get into me, and tried to inch forward, away from him. I got about two inched before my legs jerked, and I realized the ankle-spreader bar was bolted to the floor, preventing even that much of a reprieve…
Unfortunately, my movement only made it easier for Bruno; when I moved forward, I had to lower myself some, and suddenly I felt a sharp poke at my asshole, and then a second one that got past the ring. And then the thick, slimy shaft forced its way into me, and I screamed again, only this time less in fear and more in pain and pleasure combined.
The canine above me wasted no time on niceties, immediately beginning the incredibly fast hip-twitching thrusts of his kind. I lowered my head to the floor, trying not to cry at the pain as he fucked me far more brutally than I’d ever been taken before, the only lube for his member being his own owner’s cum. And there was no mercy in this creature - I was simply his toy, a hole to sheath himself in and dump his seed into. I was lucky that Ray had put the rubber shirt on me; I could feel, even through the protection, the claws digging in.
The moment lasted both far shorter than I expected, but far longer than I wanted. Suddenly, an explosion of pain wrenched a third, much hoarser scream from me as a thick bulge at the base of the dog’s cock forced its way through the resistance. He continued to thrust for several moments, the powerful motions of his hips pushing and pulling mine back and forth with them… and then I felt more than heard him throw back his head and howl, and I could feel that bulge growing inside, locking me to my canine rapist’s crotch as he dumped his hot juices into me.
I wriggled and whined as it grew, far larger than I knew I was capable of passing, but nothing I did helped; all it did was move the massive bulb within me, rubbing against my prostate and bringing my cock, gone half-limp from the pain, back to full mast. Suddenly, I felt my head being pulled up, and Ray’s voice yell out above me as huge globs of seed were squirted into my mouth as well. I grimaced - this load was far more bitter than the last.
Ray quickly withdrew his shaft, but before I could push his seed back out, slammed a small plug into the end of the open hole, making it impossible for it to escape. “God -damn- that’s hot…. How do you feel now, little bitch boy?” I felt him beginning to stroke my stiffened manhood, and let out a low moan as my inadvertent backward motion pushed me onto Bruno’s shaft a little further, forcing the dog to back up.
Bruno seemed to have another idea, and I started screaming again, spots dancing in front of my eyes as he lifted a leg and hopped it over me, his cock turning while I was still impaled on it. I couldn’t help it - the rubbing of my dog-cum-soaked prostate by that huge shaft and Ray continuing to pump my member forced me over the edge of my own orgasm. Even as I spurted my seed into the unbearably tight sheath, I continued to scream, and then the blackness came to take me away again….
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And there you have it. Thoughts? Comments?
And for those of you who are looking for more rubber, don’t worry… there’s more to come…
Part 4
Well, I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised. I had expected more objections to the inclusion of a canine. Just goes to show that rubber-men are an even more accepting lot than I already knew! For those of you who aren’t interested in such things, take heart - I don’t think there’ll be another zoophilic episode in this particular weekend.
As a quick recap: After his kidnapping on Thursday evening, our poor abused rubber pup has thus far been turned into a urinal for public use, then bound into a stockade and fucked hard by his new master Ray, then fitted with a hood, mitts and harness to make him into a perfect bitch for Ray’s dog Bruno, at the end of which he promptly passed out. It is now Sunday morning. What more could be in store got him?
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I groggily opened my eyes, only to find them once again blocked by solid black latex. This time I didn’t panic so much; I was growing accustomed to waking up without vision. Master Ray’s methods seem to be taking their toll.
I flex my fingers first, finding them loose of the binding mitts they were in when I was last conscious and instead trapped in tight-fitting rubber gloves. Trying next to flex my arms, I find that much freedom, at least, has been denied to me; Ray (’-MASTER- Ray’ comes the unbidden reminder in my own head) has fitted me with armbinders, my forearms now locked across each other, running perpendicular to my spine behind me. The stiffness in my shoulders tells me I’ve been here quite a while already.
Trying to move my feet, I hear the ‘clank’ of a chain, but I seem to have some movement available there. A quick motion from side to side lets me know that I have about enough slack to close my legs, but I’m still bound to something far too solid to move. The motion also jars my rear, making me moan as my tightly clenched hole registers a complaint about the abuse it’s been put in so far. Odd, how such soreness can both feel painful and pleasurable at the same time… but at least for the moment, I don’t seem to be plugged in any fashion.
I try to stretch my neck and roll my head, and find that my hood is held on by a stiff, fairly wide collar (though thankfully not so wide as a real ‘posture collar’), preventing me from lowering my head very far in any direction. I run my tongue around my mouth, finding it held firmly closed by the rubber hood, and tasted piss, cum, and the Sunny Delight Master Ray had used to drug me. I wrinkled my nose, wondering if the innocent drink would ever taste the same again….
A little more motion revealed just a touch more about my predicament; a strong band of what felt like steel was clasped around my waist, preventing me from leaving my prison, even were I able to see what was going on. My lower half was now totally encased in rubber as well, leaving my cock the only thing open to the air on my entire body.
I’m not sure how long I stood there, unable to move, unable to scream. It felt like hours, but being so deprived of outside stimuli, it was impossible to tell. Finally, I heard footsteps - fairly clearly, meaning I had no ear plugs - and a door opening, and shutting, the jingle of keys letting me know it was surely locked as well.
Master Ray’s deep voice resonated in the small amount of air trapped in my ear. “Ah… you woke up before I did…” I felt his hand caress the rubber coating of my chest, and shivered at the sensation, making him chuckle. “You’ve been a good slave so far, and for that I will give you a reward. You’ll be allowed to orgasm again today…”
Something about the way he said it made a whimper rise in my throat; I knew it wouldn’t be so simple. A heartier laugh followed, and his hand - also rubber-covered I found now - wrapped around my cock. “I see my pet is learning….” I heard him walk around me, and then the warmth of his body pressing against my back.
His hands pulled my waist back, and I felt his member pressing against the crack of my ass. At first I thought he couldn’t get in, because of the rubber, the tip of his shaft rubbing up and down my crack…but then he suddenly pushed into me without warning. I tried to scream into my closed-mouth mask as the latex coating of his shaft slid past my sphincter, waves of sensation too intense to be defined as pain or pleasure slamming through me as he began to fuck me with his morning wood….
It didn’t seem to take him very long, his breathing growing erratic fairly quickly as he took his pleasure in my body. His arms wrapped tight around my stomach, and he more pulled himself into me where I stood bound, than the other way around. I heard him yell his orgasm, but felt nothing but a slight swelling of the rubber-clad cock within me. He leaned against me, panting heavily…
… and then the swelling began again, much faster as he released his piss into his sheath, a full bladderful blowing it up like a balloon inside of me, bigger and bigger. I squeezed my muscles on it, feeling the piss flow around inside me, but none of it escaped. It continued to grow inside me at a steady rate until finally, as I moaned in a mixture of discomfort and arousal at the strong pressure against my insides into my hood. Finally, I felt it slow, and then stop. A slight loss, and then I heard the snap-snap of rubber under tension being released.
I felt Master Ray step back from against me, but the sheath full of his urine was still lodged in me somehow. And then he pushed on it gently, and I realized that he’d tied off the end of the sheath as it slid inside me, my sphincter tightening as it vanished inside me. Master Ray’s voice echoed again, “That is going to remain in you until you’re released.” I tried to push it out, feeling my hole slowly stretch as it started to move…. and then stopped, the thick rubber pants I wore preventing it from escaping. I whimpered as my ass tightened involuntarily, forcing it back into me all the way.
There were several moments of silence… then a motor whirred to life, and I found my collar trying to lift of the ground. I quickly got up onto my tiptoes, and found the steel waist band was also lifting. As I was rather uncomfortably lifted off the ground, Master Ray put two blocks under my feet, -just- high enough that I could rest my toes on them, but not stand flat-footed. My chains were now stretched taut, preventing me from lifting my feet any further.
I then heard a great deal of motion and even metal clanking, and then a nudge at my already full asshole. Even as I whimpered in fear, I felt a slick rubber sleeve slid onto my shaft, looser than the sheaths I’d worn in my captor’s care thus far. I moaned into my hood at the feeling, and Master Ray chuckled.
“Since you’ve been so good, for the rest of your time here…. That’s about 12 hours or so… I’m leaving you in the company of one of my favorite contraptions…. I’m not going to explain it, you’ll figure out how it works on your own, I’m sure. Oh, and be careful - those blocks aren’t too stable, and if they’re knocked out from under you… well, let’s just say the ride will be that much rougher, mm?”
I heard his footsteps going back to the door. “I’ll be back to check on you occasionally… Have fun!” I heard the door start to close, then a ‘click’… and another motor started running. The sleeve around my shaft whirred to life, and I quickly realized I’d been hooked up to a milking machine - one of those Venus 2000’s I’d read so much about. Another moan worked its way out of me… until I realized I’d be hooked up to it for twelve hours…
The pressure at my hole became stronger, and stronger, an unlubed dildo pressing directly upwards against my entrance, lifting my tiptoes off the block as it pushed my ass upwards. More and more of my weight bore down on it as it kept going upwards, and finally, roughly, it wedged its way through the tightened sphincter, making me scream as it pressed hard against the piss-bag within me. Then it began withdrawing, equally slowly and firmly, until it had completely freed itself…. only to begin to push in again.
I had a sudden head rush as the pain from my rear and the pleasure of the machine servicing my cock took hold, and I screamed as my first orgasm was ripped from me, my rear clamping down hard on the dildo firmly pushing into me once again, the pressure in turn forcing the full sheath up against my prostate, my seed spilling into the machine’s waiting maw…. and then I began to scream in an entirely different way as the machine continued to suckle my length, my man-juice lubing it even more as I grew hypersensitive from my orgasm.
I writhed in my bonds, unable to get away…. and as the machine began its third dry thrust, lifting my feet slightly off the block, I began to kick as much as I could too, forgetting my master’s warning. I heard the clatter as the blocks under me were knocked away, my entire weight now supported by the rings around my neck and waist, and more importantly the thick faux-cock that was beginning to speed up.
As I fought futilely against the bonds, my cock tortured with too much pleasure and my ass painfully overfilled with piss and rubber, some small corner of my mind not overwhelmed by sensation thought “He couldn’t really leave me for 12 hours like this…. could he…?”