My situation is one of my own making. I felt my master, my previous master, had been ignoring me so I set things up to get his attention. Part of my duties was to receive the master’s mail and packages while he was out of the house during the day. UPS deliveries came late in the afternoon and I spent a few months chatting up the UPS man. Besides rubber, I like a man in uniform, and he was pretty cute. It took a couple of visits to be certain he was gay and then put my plan into action.
I answered the door for his next delivery in a pair of tight rubber shorts. His jaw dropped when he saw me. I rubbed my stiff cock through my shorts and invited him inside. He looked around and stepped inside. To make a long story short, when my master came home he found me in the dungeon with the UPS guy gagged and chained in a sling with my cock up his ass. My master was angry, I had gotten his attention, but not like I had wanted. He got real red in the face and dragged me across the dungeon by my collar. Before I could even think to fight back he had fastened my collar to an eye hook in the wall. He quickly spreadeagled my arms and legs and yelled “What the hell were you up to, boy?!?!?!”
“The sling wasn’t getting enough use, sir!”
“Too bad I’ve been working overtime so you could wear a new rubber bondage suit, boy.” Now I felt like a real shit. My master had been thinking of me and I had disobeyed him. My master fastened a rubber gag around my head and wrapped his longest ballstretcher around my sack.
“Well, boy, at least you picked a decent one for your replacement.” My replacement? He couldn’t be serious. “Obviously I can’t trust a slave who takes such liberties with his cock.”
I watched him walk across the room to the UPS guy who was still chained in the sling. Master unzipped his fly and let his half-hard dick flop out. The UPS guys yelling was muffled by his gag as my master slipped his cock into the UPS man’s lubed hole. I swear I saw the UPS guy’s eyes roll back in his head as my master pumped his ass. With a yell my master shot his load into the UPS guy.
I could only stand and watch as Master slipped a large plug into the UPS guy and slipped a tight pair of rubber shorts up his legs before releasing his arms. Master growled “See you in the morning” and led his new slave upstairs.
Left alone in the dungeon I slept on and off, unable to move or relieve the ache in my balls. It seemed forever before I saw master again, and he was accompanied by a slave with a shaved head in a tight rubber bondage suit. It took me a minute to recognize the UPS guy. I started crying when master unlocked my collar and placed it around the neck of his new slave. When he unfastened my gag I begged for his forgiveness and promised never to disobey him again. “Save it for your new master, boy.”
A thick hood was forced over my head and I was unfastened from the wall. After standing all night I practically collapsed and lay limp as Master and his new slave dumped me into a sleep sack. I dozed off for a while and woke as several hands picked me up and carried me out of my Masters house into a vehicle. In my hood I lost all track of time and can’t say how long we drove, but I could no longer hold my pee and pissed all over myself. It was a rubber sleep sack and I lay in my own urine for most of the trip. We finally stopped, more hands, and I was laid on a table of some sort. Left on my own, I dozed off again.
I awoke with a start as I realized my hood was being loosened. As it came off, I came face to face with my new master. Actually, it was 2 men, one was dressed head to toe in skintight rubber, the other, larger man was dressed in tight fitting diving suit with a shaved head and black goatee. “Well, #2, from the smell I would say we have ourselves a new piss slave.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it,” I said.
“Couldn’t hold it, WHO,” he yelled.
“SIR, couldn’t hold it SIR”, I yelled in reply. Damn, I was screwing up already.
“Time to clean you up boy,” he said. My new master and his slave released me from the sleep sack and led me over to a shower in the corner of the dungeon. A collar hanging from a chain was fastened around my neck and my hands and legs were chained to the opposite walls. I was hosed down with cold water and the slave began to shave me from head to toe.
“The first thing we have to do is remove your hair boy, permanently. You will be serving as a permanent rubber slave, and I want you smooth. Understood?”
“Yes sir, smooth sir.”
“Do you know why you are here boy?”
“I screwed up sir. I dissapointed my master sir. But it wasn’t deliberate, I didn’t know what he was doing, I..”
“Shut up boy. You screwed up, and this is your punishment, and I will see to it you don’t screw up like that again. Around here, slaves never screw up more than once. I will put your mind to rest, I don’t get rid of slaves for making mistakes, but my punishments are never forgotten.”
His slave finished shaving me and rubbed cream all over me from top to bottom. “We will be back in an hour,” the master announced and left accompanied by his slave.
My skin began to itch and burn but I couldn’t touch myself thanks to the chains. The master had been kind enough to chain me facing outwards so I could get a better look at my surroundings.
I was in the corner of a large cinder block room. The walls were painted black and the floor was covered with black, rubber mats. One wall was lined with 4 bunk beds, each holding an empty sleep sack. Another wall was lined with mirrors. Two slings hung from the ceiling in front of the mirrors.
In the middle of the room lay a bondage table and the surgical table on which lay the sleepsack I had been delivered in. The wall opposite the mirrors was lined with cabinets, shelves and hooks. The shelves held an assortment of dildos and butt plugs and there were an assortment of rubber suits hanging from the row of hooks. I inhaled deeply and the smell of rubber caused my dick to harden.
The master and slave returned and I was hosed down again until the last of my hair ran down the drain. The slave ducked behind me and I felt something poking at my ass. Craning my neck I saw he was holding a bardex enema tube in one hand. With his free hand he lubed the nozzle and poked his lubed fingers up my ass before sliding the nozzle in. I felt him inflate the inner balloon and then the outer. He connected a hose from the shower head to the bardex and flipped the diverter valve on the shower head. As I slowly filled with water the slave washed out my sleepsack and hung it up to dry. I began to groan as my stomach expanded and I begged him to turn off the water.
“Don’t dissapoint me boy, I want you clean, you can take it,” my master said.
I gritted my teeth and an eternity later the water was turned off. I wanted very badly to let it out but the bardex held it all inside me. The master himself unlocked my chains and led me over to stand over the toilet, he released the bardex and the water gushed out of me. I was filled and drained two more times until it ran clear and the Bardex was deflated and removed.
“Well, boy?” the master asked.
“Uh…thank you sir.’
“For what boy?”
Damn, I was blowing it again. “Thank you for cleaning me out sir. Thank you for removing my hair so I can be a good rubber slave sir.”
“A good slave kisses his master’s feet in gratitude.”
I got on my hands and knees and slobbered over his rubber boots until told to stand up.
I was led over to the bondage table. Rubber strips were run across my chest and legs and a gas mask fastened over my face. “Boy, it is time to start your tattoos and other modifications. I am going to pump in some gas to keep you comfortable.” I heard a hissing noise and began to feel very sleepy.
I had some crazy dreams. I remember hearing the sound of a tattoo needle buzzing in my head for hours and from time to time I remember lying on my stomach. I can remember the master’s voice ordering me to drink and liquids being poured down my throat. I felt very tired but had enough strength to say “I can’t see sir”.
“It’s the blindfold boy, I want you to see it when it’s perfect.”
I’m not sure how much more time passed. I remember sleeping and waking a number of times before he finally removed the blindfold.
“Time to start your service boy,” he announced. My master helped me to sit up and I sat there waiting for further orders. This time my new master was dressed in a black latex sleeveless shirt and crotch-high rubber boots that framed what had to be a 9″ cock and as his slave I knew what he would be doing to me with that cock. His shaved head and rubbers both gleamed in the soft lights of the dungeon and the huge arms by his sides assured me he could probably force me to do anything he wanted.
My master seemed a bit dissapointed. “Don’t you appreciate your new uniform?” he asked. Tearing my eyes away from his cock I looked down and and saw I was covered in a tight fitting rubber suit. “Why don’t you check it out in the mirror,” he said.
I jumped off the table and hurried over to the mirror, not wanting to dissapoint him further. I could see now I was completely covered in rubber from my hooded head down to my latex socks, the only thing visible were my eyes and teeth. I ran my hands over the smooth surface and marveled at how tight the rubber fit, like a second skin. The rubber fit so well, in fact, I couldn’t find any seams. I rubber my rubberised hands over my crotch in my excitement and was immediately ordered to stand at attention.
“I hope you like it boy, not that your opinion matters any more.”
“Yes, sir, thank you sir! When can I see the tattoos sir.”
“You just did boy.”
Seeing the confusion on my face, my master continued. “I had a little idea involving a tattoo gun and liquid latex, boy. I do this to all my permanent rubber slaves, of which you are the third. The gas was necessary to keep you quiet while I removed your ears, nipples and toes. Your rubber suit is permanent. Any questions?”
I turned toward the mirror and took a closer look. My “hood” was my tattooed head and my “socks” really were my now toeless feet. Looking closer I saw indentations on the sides of my “hood” that indicated where my ears used to be. I still couldn’t believe it wasn’t a suit but after rubbing my hands over my “hood” and “socks” I was convinced he was telling the truth, my rubber suit was really permanent.
“Turn around, grab your ankles and inspect your ass boy.”
I quickly turned and bent over and in the mirror saw the end of a butt plug protruding from my ass. My master walked over and tugged at it but it remained in place.
“This is a special plug, boy. When locked in place it will expand in your ass so it can not be removed except by someone holding the key. You will always be plugged when not in use and your ass will be filled and drained twice daily. Any questions?”
“How do I get my cock out to pee, sir, and how do I request your permission?”
“What cock boy?”, he asked.
“SIR?”, suddenly my blood ran cold.
“Your cock has been removed boy, you are here because you can not be trusted to have one. Your sac is gone as well but your balls have been placed back into your groin so you have no need of hormones. And don’t complain boy, I like the way your rubber crotch looks and would probably have done it anyway.”
I nearly fell over. The master caught me and stood me back up, “This is why slaves do not disobey me , boy.”
With his hand around my neck he guided me over to the toilet and had me stand over it. “Piss boy,” he ordered. It took me a minute but a stream of piss started spraying from between my legs. I pissed mostly on my legs but got the hang of aiming for the toilet by the time I was done. “From now on, you ask permission before relieving yourself, boy, now follow me.”
I followed my master out of the dungeon and down a hallway to his living area. We walked through his bedroom into a large bathroom furnished in black tile, mirrors and chrome. There was a large jacuzzi tub, a shower with multiple heads and big enough for 6 people, sink, toilet and one odd item that stuck out. Next to the toilet was a male mannequin with its arms and legs removed and a funnel with hose sticking out of its mouth. I assumed immediately it was the masters urinal as its right side was painted yellow and its left side was painted black. The master immediately walked over to the urinal, dangled his cock in the funnel and unleashed a fresh load of piss. I walked over to inspect the urinal and saw it was attached to the wall by a chrome ring around its neck and chrome drainage pipe ran out from between it legs. The master reached and started patting his urinal on its head and it began to moan and the head began to rub itself against its hand.
“He was a lazy slave,” the master explained. “He was a real piss pig but I could never find him when I needed him and he could never properly perform his other duties. He swore he couldn’t bear to be parted from me and begged to serve me in any capacity. Now his only duty is to drink my piss and I always know where to find him. That pipe between his legs is a permanent catheter and you can see he has had the same rubber tattooing and modifications you have, plus a bit more. I could have left his cock in place since he can’t play with it without arms, but I like the smooth look, and what us is a slave’s cock anyway?”
The master finished his piss and ordered me to stay put. He left the bathroom for a minute and returned naked. I could see now he really was a muscular as he looked under his rubber and there was no other hair on his body other than his goatee and crotch. There was a large silver ring through each of his large, aspirin-sized nipples.
“Start the shower boy and get in.” I turned on the water and walked into the shower. The master handed me soap and a sponge and ordered me to get to work. I scrubbed him from from top to bottom. As I was on my knees working on his legs, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I nearly fell over in surprise and grabbed onto his legs for support. After pumping my face for a minute he said I had better do something with my teeth or he would take care of them for me. I knew it was no idle threat and I tried my best to open my mouth wide and covered my teeth with my lips. This must have satisfied him as he shot a load down my throat a minute later. I finished washing him and he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He returned to the bedroom and I remained dripping in the shower. My new rubber skin dried quickly and I was dry by the time he returned dressed in rubber vest, rubber jeans and military boots. “Come on boy, it’s time you learned your new duties.”
We returned to the dungeon and walked over the the bunks where the master stowed his slaves for the night. There was only one other slave in the dungeon at this time, his other personal slave, still locked in a rubber sleep sack for the night. I assisted the master in releasing him and got my first good look at the master’s other slave. As I had seen before, he had a red strip running down his right side. He still had a cock and I noticed for the first time there was something odd about his nose, protruding from each nostril was a hose fitting! “Makes it easier to attach oxygen,” the master explained. “It took a lot of trial and error to get it right but now I can gag him with an inflatable gag, hook up an air tank and have an air tight system, but you’ll see later.” The master unlocked our butt plugs and left us alone to take our morning enemas and drain ourselves into the dungeon toilet.
The master returned with protein drinks for our breakfast, from now on I would be on a liquid diet so my ass would be clean and ready at all times for use. The master bent me over to reinsert my plug and locked it back in place. Both of us slaves dropped to our knees and my training began.
“You are now known as slave #3, the slave next to you is slave #2, and the slave you met earlier WAS slave #1.”
“Your first job, #3, will be to train #2’s ass for fisting. I acquired you just after finishing his initial processing and need time to get caught up on other business. I make my money doing training and physical modifications, and you are now part of my permanent training staff as well as an instrument of my pleasure. I spoken to your master often during the weeks of your processing and know you have been trained for fisting.”
We began by strapping slave #2 into a sling, gagging him and hooking up an air tank to one nostril and a special hose to the other nostril. The second hose was attached to a line with a button that when pressed would deliver a hit of poppers. When slave #2 hit a limit, I could hit the button for second to deliver a hit and help him overcome his limits. The master checked up on us several times during the morning, evaluated my progress during lunch and rewarded my work by securing me over a sawhorse, paddling me and fucking my ass for the first time.
I worked hard to please this master and over time lost track of the number of slaves I helped train and modify. I also had no doubt there would be severe consequences if I screwed up, but I loved my new rubber skin and worked hard to ensure I would get my master’s cock as often as possible.